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I was rewatching season 3(the Kendall birthday episode) and I thinking, maybe Stewy and Porce are married, or other story of course; and the part where Ken takes the siblings to see the mocking pictures and it could have one of Porce and Stewy together and Kendall "jokes" about the "crying baby and the shark" and it really upsets her(as it should) and even the siblings are upset by this, and she just turns to him and says "this is why my kids are playing with their cousins(Sophie and Iverson) ,so they don't grow up like you" and goes away. I think that'd be powerful, because the kids have a true bond, Rava and Porce are true friends and Ken is a j*rk, and when Stewy finds out, there'll be a reckoning

Porcelain and the Shark: Too Much Birthday

Pairing: Stewy Hosseini x f (Roy) reader

(reader has anxiety, no use of y/n, physical descriptions or other names but does have the nickname Porcelain/Porce - due to family viewing her that way not because of her complexion)

Word count: 3.1K

Chapter warning: 18+ MDNI (smut-free fic) established relationship, fluff, soft Stewy, anxious reader, some familial angst, some cussing, some misogynistic views, Roys being Roys.

Authors note: Thank you so much for sending this in lovely Nonnie! It was such an inspiring ask, I hope you don't mind the few changes I made, please do let me know what you think! I adore you! I'm so glad to be out of hospital and after reading this prompt I was inspired to rewatch this S3 episode. I went a little off-track and I think this one is a bit different to other fics but I made the connection about the misogynistic tones with this and also the poster that Shiv had and saw it as a great opportunity to explore and develop Porce and Shiv's dynamic. Especially with all the asks about girlhood in film and then with the Barbie film re-prompting those conversations I just wanted to explore it even more (this doesn't have Barbie spoilers or mentions btw) so I finished it pretty quickly. It's nice to be back! I'm still pretty unwell despite being out of the hospital so I can't promise or commit to a writing schedule again yet but I'll definitely still be writing more Stewy (I've had a few Barbie inspired asks which I want to get around to asap as well haha). I appreciate you all and I hope you enjoy this! Please do let me know what you think, I'd really appreciate it! Comments, reblogs and asks are more than welcome and appreciated! I adore you all! 💗(PS this hasn't been proofread..."

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Kendall was sensitive, controlling, and obsessive. Which often manifested around certain significant events and moments in his life. It was a quality all of the Roy children seemed to share to an extent, you’d seen it in your siblings numerous times and even occasionally yourself.

Kendall’s birthdays were often disastrous, he wanted perfection, he wanted to fill the hollowness inside with extravagance, validation and company. But it never quite was good enough, it was always disappointing and fell through somehow. You knew the self-created stakes would be even higher for Kendall as it was a ‘significant’ birthday along with the latest edition of family drama. Shiv’s letter had hit pretty hard and far.

You weren’t sure if any of your siblings would go, probably Connor, loyal as always. Rome? Maybe? He had an interesting, pained soft spot for Kendall. Shiv…? You’d think she wouldn’t want to show after recent events but Shiv was cunning and clever. She could show up to play a mind game perhaps? Or maybe they’d show up on behalf of your dad to really get into Kendall’s head. Would your father even attend? You assumed he’d been invited.

It was a lot of questions swirling around in your mind, you weren’t sure of any of those answers. Which was part of the reason why you were certain you needed to go, some visible and physical support for Kendall as you knew he’d be crumbling, you’d all been walking on eggshells your whole lives but the last few years for Kendall, they’d been getting more and more brittle.

You feel a little anxious as you’re stuck so deep inside your head until a familiar and soft voice brings you back.

“Where’d you go?”

His tone is laced with neutrality and an air of caution but his face clearly says that he thinks this is all a bad idea. He looks at you sitting down, facing the mirror, he thinks you look gorgeous but he notices your legs bouncing now that you’re back in reality.

“I was just thinking about Ken.” You try to keep your voice level, without a drop of any emotion.

“We don’t have to go-”

“No-”

“I don’t think we should go.” Stewy resigns. It’s at least the twelfth time he’s said it today.

Stewy hadn’t RSVP’d, he hadn’t acknowledged his separate invitation to yours and had been somewhat silent regarding Kendall. Which was extremely unusual. He didn’t like the direction of the mess of Waystar’s strategic and boardroom politics and his relationship with your family personally and professionally was strained.

You had to go to Kendall’s birthday to support him and you didn’t want to go alone. You felt bad about it but you and Stewy were both aware that the optics of Stewy being there was beneficial for Kendall’s sake.

“I know.” You sigh as you shift a little so that your head is facing him more as you look up at him standing. “He needs this though…And I need you.” You walk over to Stewy, giving him a gentle peck on his soft lips. “Please?” You press your lips against his and wrap your arms around the back of his neck as it deepens, his tongue brushes against yours and your hand tangles a little in his hair as you feel his hands wrap securely around your waist.

“We’ll just go for a little bit?” Your voice is soft as you break away from the kiss, you start to caress his cheek, your fingers dancing over his handsome beard that never ceases to amaze you with how well-trimmed and clean it is. Stewy tilts his head to gently lean his forehead against yours and nods as he inhales.

“You’re too good to me.” You whisper as you give him another kiss on the lips, you can taste the whiskey on him from his drink that’s sitting across the room half-empty. He’s sweet and his touch is so gentle with you.

“Well you’re perfect, you deserve nothing less baby.” He says as he gives you a quick but soft kiss on the lips. “Now, am I matching my turtleneck to what you’re wearing?” He asks with a smug smile. You laugh a little at that and nod, giving his cheek another stroke and then a quick peck on his lips before he squeezes your side and then walks over to the walk-in wardrobe.

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You’d always been anxious about the concept of nannies and babysitters and when those services had been needed you’d preferred to have Connor (when possible) and Stewy’s family watch your children. But you trusted Rava with your life, you adored her and you knew she adored Sophie and Iverson more than anything. So with her reassurance, your children were with their cousins and would be looked after by Rava’s nanny. Sophie had been loudly looking forward to some quality time with her younger cousins which was sweet.

Those thoughts and the anxiety you’d had quickly left your mind though as you and Stewy walked into the venue and through what you were horrified and shocked to learn was a model of Caroline’s vagina.

“Do you think he talked to her about…this…?” You asked Stewy with widened eyes as you waved your hand around gesturing to the bizarre scene of a campy body horror film in front of you.

“No.” Stewy said as his eyes flitted across the room once again to take in the nurses, surgical equipment and very briefly, a “replica” of his mother-in-law's vagina. It was beyond reason, even for Kendall. “They don’t talk in the first place.” He spoke as his hand wrapped around your waist a bit tighter, pulling you in closer as he then navigated you both towards the bar. Stewy was certain alcohol would be necessary to make this night bearable, it was inevitable that someone would blow up.

As you and Stewy stand by the bar waiting for your drinks a man comes over, you don’t think you’ve seen him before and you’re not the biggest fan of the smug expression on his face as his eyes hone in on you.

“Hey, I’m Kyle.” He says boldly, Stewy’s right next to you with his hand on the small of your back. Your ring is visibly on your finger. You’re kind of surprised at the audacity of him, especially with Stewy right next to you. You look at him a bit confused, hoping he’ll end it but his smile persists. “So what’s your name?”

You say your first name as Stewy wraps his arms around you, leaning against your back with his head on your shoulder, making a point.

“Shit, you’re a Roy?!” Kyle asks, you see the flash of excitement in his eyes at that prospect. It grosses you out.

“Hosseini Roy.” You say somewhat firmly, as Stewy quirks an eyebrow and then starts to press some kisses to your shoulder and your exposed neck.

“Right, where’s your husband Ms Roy?” Kyle asks. You don’t know if he’s a stupid asshole or an arrogant one but you know for sure he’s one either way. You feel Stewy chuckle a little at that as the movement of it and its breath tickles your neck.

“The international space station-” You dramatically quip, and Stewy stops his kisses for a moment to laugh at that against your neck. This stranger is being ridiculous and so you may as well if he’s going to be so oblivious, it just so happened to be convenient that Tillie really liked space books and toys at the moment.

“That must be lonely-” Kyle cuts you off and the smirk on his face is too much. You scrunch your face up at him in annoyance.

“Can’t you see that my husband is here? Literally right here?! The whole time you’ve been doing this. Why the cuss did my brother invite you?” You ask with an eye roll as you take Stewy’s hand and walk off before Kyle has a chance to say anything else.

“What a douche.” You say as you lean your head against Stewy’s arm. He pecks a kiss to the top of your forehead with a grin on your face.

“You handled that impeccably.” He says with a small chuckle.

“Well, your act was pretty good.” You say moving your hand to rest against his back and trace patterns there.

“The international space station, I’ve never been. Do you think it has some villas with good views?” He asks playfully.

“Possibly. I don’t think we should invest in space tourism or realty though.” You answer and he laughs.

“Does Tillie think I’m an astronaut?” He asks, thinking about Tillie’s fascination with space.

“No. She’s never said it and I haven’t told her that. But I do think our children are far too young to understand the financial market.”

“You sure? I’d understand if you were worried Jonathan was going to mansplain stocks to you.” Stewy teases, as he presses another kiss to your head as you scoff.

“We’ll leave the mansplaining to you, darling.” You say tilting your head up from his arm to press a kiss to his lips, they’re soft and warm. He looks at you with a large smile.

It’s not long after that that somebody who knows Stewy through work comes over and the three of you have a conversation for a few minutes, you’re pressed into Stewy’s side with his arm around you. You tilt your head and then you see Shiv and Roman coming in and then there’s Ken.

You’re stuck inside with a hit of worry at first, you look at your handsome husband as he’s mid-sentence talking to this finance bro that you’re not the biggest fan of but who is considerably less gross than Kyle. As Stewy finishes his sentence you quickly cut in placing a hand gently on his cheek, he leans into the touch and looks into your eyes affectionately.

“Sorry, Kendall’s over there, I’m going to go over. I’ll find you after okay?” You ask.

“Yeah, of course, baby.” He nods and your lips brush for a quick affectionate kiss, you apologise to the man that you’ve been in a conversation with who nods as you walk off.

You walk over to where three of your siblings are discussing and come over when you hear Shiv saying she couldn’t find a card that said “Happy birthday” and “Get well soon” You look at her with a somewhat pointed expression, she shrugs slightly and raises her eyebrows at you.

After he hugs Shiv, Kendall’s eyes land on you and he smiles. You can tell that he’s glad Shiv and Roman came, even if they’re biting him. It makes you sad but you’re glad that he at least has some solace in that. There’s a bit of banter and you do raise your eyebrows when Roman asks about the vagina replica. When he does his little pleased expression and gesture at being told he can take it home you glare at him.

“Roman!” You exclaim and he smirks at you.

When Shiv asks if Stewy is there, there’s a pointed look from her, some smugness and a pointed look from Kendall but it’s different. It’s more desperate. You nod.

“Yeah, uh- Stewy’s here. He was talking to some finance bro. He’ll come over soon Ken. I just wanted to say hi first” You say. You’re not sure if it’s a half-lie or not yet. But you know it’s better for Kendall’s sake for you to say it, he nods at that and there’s a look in his eyes that you can’t read but boy does it worry you. Shiv drops a few more names and it’s very clear that she and Roman showed up to use it as a business opportunity.

“Hey, I got something to show you. This way. This way!” Kendall says somewhat excitedly and then walks ahead with the Roy siblings following him.

You watch Roman hand Kendall an envelope and after that he retreats back a bit for Shiv to go ahead of him, you raise your eyebrows at him and he raises them back at you.

“Please tell me you’re not stirring the pot?” You ask quietly as you walk side by side.

“I’m not- it’s nice- it’s nice. It’ll be good for Ken.” Roman says, his tone is earnest which surprises you.

Kendall then grabs your attention by talking about what he’s going to show you, you recognise some of the names and you’re intrigued by whatever it is based on that and Kendall’s imagination.

You walk into a room that’s being used as an art gallery space. As you walk in your eyes are immediately assaulted by the fictional headline of Roman. Roman’s response is more upbeat and amused than the tone of his voice or his facial expression. You can see it in his eyes, he’s retreated somewhat and he seems to get lost the longer he looks at it. Everyone knows of his intimacy issues and it’s cruel to point them out in this way you think.

You look at Shiv’s and you just feel angry. It’s a pit in your stomach of fire and you don’t feel this way often, it’s an odd feeling but it’s strong. Connor gets angry with Kendall over his and you understand that but you’re more focused on this. What was Kendall saying? Adding more stigma and cruel jokes onto sex workers? Shaming his sister for her sexuality? Reducing her to just an anti-feminist sex joke?

Shiv’s bobbed around hers and then her eyes land on your one. You turn, already upset at Shiv’s as you clock her shocked gaze at yours before you get a chance to look at it, to process it.

It’s an image of you from your childhood as a baby, it’s been digitally altered so that you’re a baby and you’re in shark-infested waters. You read the headline and comments and feel tears forming in your eyes and they’re hot. Your eyes flit between yours and Shiv, Shiv’s doing her best to hide her discomfort.

Shiv looks at you, her eyes silently saying “I can’t say anything.” And she can’t. You know that. Each step of hers is a careful calculation to avoid the emotional, hormonal, overbearing, hypersensitive, incompetent woman accusations they already throw at her. Whether it’s unspoken or spoken, and it’s both, they all say her head is unfit for that coveted heavy crown.

As a woman, sister, and mother, it’s already there. Your fate, reputation, and purpose. You’re emotional, a crybaby, sensitive and hormonal. But unlike your siblings, and well Shiv, you do not need nor want that tragic fate that they all betray each other for. While there is a sting in providing them ammunition for those perceived claims from your actions and words, it won’t kill you in the same way. You give Shiv a small nod, a silent “I know.” That is only for her.

“What the absolute fuck Ken?” You ask, he looks at you with raised eyebrows.

“What?” He asks with a chuckle.

“What the fuck is this?” You ask gesturing behind you to the large images of you and Shiv in your brother’s eyes.

“It’s a joke, c’mon you don’t need to uh get so emotional about it-” He says and you let out a humourless laugh at that.

“Kendall?! This is disgusting! You’ve reduced Shiv to ‘wife of Tom Wamsgams’ yes, because that’s all she is?! A wife? Oh, and it’s an embarrassing joke to say she’s a sex worker?! So your Times Up campaign is just strictly performative? Mr Fuck the Patriarchy is actually a SWERF trying to humiliate his sister and women for an already stigmatised career? And this is coming from the fact that Shiv has a sexuality…?” You question, he looks at you, not saying a word. Shiv stands near you watching you carefully, as Roman looks down uncomfortably and Connor and Willa stand together tensely. You’ve never spoken out like this against any of them.

“And what is this?” You exclaim as you point to the image behind you. “I’m your sister, you’re meant to care about me. Not infantilise me like that and make cruel, perverted jokes about my marriage. It’s sick Kendall. Stewy and I are there for our kids- we probably see Sophie and Iverson more than you do. This is why they’re close and Rava and I work so hard with them all, so they don’t end up doing this.” You breathe out shakily for a second, Connor looks at you sympathetically, Shiv is still silent but she’s grateful for everything being said. The tears are hot and burn your cheeks where they stay. “You have no idea what it’s like and you’re part of the problem. This is just cruel and it all reeks of so much fucking misogyny. I’ve-I’ve defended you. I’ve defended and supported you my whole life- I didn’t, I didn’t even sign that letter because it was harsh and cold but this is misogynistic and disgusting. This is just so mean and gross.” You finish.

“Fuck off.” Kendall says, it’s somewhat playfully, he has a smirk on his face but it doesn’t reach his eyes.

“I can’t do this Ken, I can’t. You need to reflect on this and just do better. For us, Rava, Sophie. Just everyone.” You sigh out as more tears come, there’s nothing else to say to him and you’re ready to leave.

Shiv looks at you again, it’s not a scowl or an attempt at nonchalance. It’s also not a smile but her facial expression has softened. There’s another silent conversation, one that surprises you both as they often happen with every other sibling you have except each other. For you both, it’s a moment of understanding. It’s a genuine thank you and the usual, unusual display of Roy love and affection. You both do care about the other and you’re bonded in the impossible difficulties of being a woman. A brief few seconds of sisterhood are shared between you both. For possibly the first time, and even though you both know Shiv may never see you as more than competition due to her nature and your upbringing, you hope it’s not the last time.

You nod looking at her, giving her a small, tight-lipped smile and then leave the room to find Stewy. Shiv watches you leave and gives your quickly retreading silhouette a small smile.

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winchesterwild78 · 4 months

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Unexpected Hunter Pt 13

Unexpected Hunter Master List

Chapter Warnings: fluff, angst,SMUT, mention of pregnancy, language.

A/N: The ending is here. I hope I did it justice. We will see if our love birds stay together or split. I edited this fast so please overlook any mistakes

All work is my own, don’t take it

18+ Minors DNI

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“Always keep fighting” that’s what Sam said to you, Dean and Eileen. It’s a wonderful concept for many aspects in your life. Through tough spots in relationships, tough days as a parent, through dark mental health days, and of course in the hunting life. You knew being married and loving Dean came with its own unique risks. You were content and even a little naive living the apple pie life with him and your children.

Now with three children at your feet the need to protect became overwhelming after the latest attack. You gave birth shortly after the attack. You had a little boy you and Dean named Jack Castiel Winchester. He was a perfect mix of you and Dean. You were a little surprised to see he had your y/e/c eyes and not Dean’s green eyes. The twins had his green eyes so you assumed Jack would too. It was a wonderful surprise.

After Jack was born, the decision was made to move your family and Sam’s back in the bunker. It wasn’t an easy decision and there were countless arguments between you and Dean and just as many sleepless nights and tears shed. You finally gave in and started to make the bunker your home again. The twins were still young enough they wanted to share a room and baby Jack had his own nursery. You and Dean moved back into your old room and Sam and Eileen moved back into his. Their son also had his own room and there was a nursery set up for Sam and Eileen’s baby girl who was due to arrive in a few short months.

You were all one big family under one safe roof. The adjustment wasn’t too hard for the kids but it was hard on you. You loved having windows you could open and a fenced yard to play outside with the kids in. Now the windowless bunker was your home again. You did your best to put on a smile. You knew this was hard on Dean. You also knew once you all got settled the guys would go hunting again. That scared you more than anything.

You were standing in the kitchen cooking when Eileen came in. She tapped you and signed “are you okay”. You nodded yes. She tapped you and said tell the truth. Tears pricked your eyes and she hugged you. You signed to her “I’m scared. I’m scared I’m going to lose him. We were out and happy. Now here we are again. I don’t want to live here but I’ll do whatever I can to make him happy. He deserves everything and I plan to give it to him.” Eileen hugged you and signed “you’ve given him 3 beautiful children and unconditional love. He has everything.”

You wiped the tears from your eyes and turned back to the stove. Eileen helped prep the rest of dinner. You heard baby Jack crying and then Dean say he’s got him.

Dean walked in the kitchen holding your son. He looked at you and saw you had been crying. You turned your back to him trying to hide it. “Hey baby, you okay” he asked concerned. You shook your head yes and kept cooking. He touched your shoulder and tried to get you to look at him. You refused to look. Eileen came over and signed to him “talk to her. She’s scared and sad. Let me take Jack.” Dean handed Jack to her with his bottle and thanked her. She smiled softly and left the room. Dean walked over to you and turned you around. Tears streaming down your face.

“Oh baby, please talk to me. What’s wrong” he said wiping away tears. You cried harder. How could you tell him how unhappy you were when he’s just trying to protect you and your children. Dean held you in his arms and you cried into his chest. He rubbed your back trying to help you calm down. You took a deep shaky breath and looked into his beautiful green eyes. “I’m sorry Dean. I’m trying to be happy with being back. I just miss our house and the yard for the kids. I feel trapped and I’m terrified you’re going to go on a hunt and not come home. We left hunting for our family and damn it we came back to protect them. It’s not fucking fair. Our children deserve a normal childhood. Something you never got. I understand this is all you’ve known, but that’s not true for me. I’m sorry.” You sat down and sobbed.

Dean held you and sighed. “I know baby. This isn’t the life I promised you. I just want to make sure you and our children are safe. After the attack at the house it scared me. You being pregnant with Jack and Bobby and Jodi being so young it scared the hell out of me. I need to keep you four safe. You are my life and I couldn’t deal if something happened to either of you.” He kissed your head.

You whispered “I know. I just need some time to adjust to this life again. I felt safe and happy. Then we got pregnant and I felt like our family was complete and we were going to raise them in that house. Living that apple pie life. I just have to mourn the loss of that life. I love you Dean and I’ll follow you wherever you go. We are a family and we stay together.”

Dean held you and apologized for all of this. He was torn between wanting to protect you four the best way he knew how and making you happy with giving you the life you deserved and wanted. He didn’t know what to do. You stood up and leaned down kissing him. “I love you, Dean. I always will and we will figure this out.” You squeezed his hand as you returned to the stove.

Dean sat at the table for a few more minutes running his hands through his hair. He stood up and walked out of the kitchen. You sighed as you felt the tension in the air. Dean found Sam in the library and he sat down across from him and sighed. “Dude, you okay” Sam questioned. “No I’m not. She’s so unhappy Sam. I want to protect her and the kids but I want her to be happy too. I don’t know what to do. Did we jump the gun moving back here” Dean asked. “No, I don’t think so. We have our wives and children to think of. The bunker is the safest place for all of us. If we go on a hunt we will take the same precautions we took before. Even if we decide not to go on hunts we still have to keep them safe. Too many monsters know who we are and they know we have children. Unfortunately they were all born with targets on their backs. Regardless of where we live, their safety is the priority.” Sam said.

You walked out of the kitchen to tell the guys dinner was ready and you stopped at the doorway when you heard Sam and Dean talking. You heard Sam and he’s right. Your children have targets on their backs because of who their parents are. You sighed and walked in the library. You looked at Dean and gave him a soft, sad smile. Sam stood and walked over to you. He squeezed your shoulder “it’s going to be okay. I know it’s hard, but you and my brother have an amazing relationship. Just keep being open and honest with him. He loves you so much. Everything he’s ever done, even the stupid stuff has been out of love.” You nodded and whispered thank you. You told them dinner was ready and Sam offered to get all the kids in the kitchen.

Dean stood and walked over to you. You put your arms around him and hugged him tight. He grabbed you tighter and pulled you close to his body. Dean’s touch could always ignite a fire inside you and he knew it. He lifted your chin and his lips brushed softly against yours. You felt his breath on your lips. As he placed a soft kiss on your lips he whispered “I love you so much and you’ve given me everything I wished for. A beautiful wife and three beautiful children. It’s more than I deserve and I can’t lose it.” No more words were needed. He ran his hands in your hair and deepened the kiss. You melted at his touch and moaned into his mouth.

You felt his desire and his hardness push against your body.

You bit your lip as he pulled away. His hands started trailing up your body and under your shirt. As he cupped your breasts your head leaned back with a moan. Dean smiled and pulled your hand towards your shared room. As he pulled you inside you tried to protest “Dean we have to feed the kids, we can’t.” “Sammy’s got them. Didn’t you hear him. We’ve got some time” he said as he pushed the door shut and locked it.

Once he locked the door his hands were on you again. He kissed your lips and worked his way down your neck and to your collarbone. You moaned and your thighs clenched. Dean walked you back to the bed and laid you down. His hand pulling at the hem of your shirt. You moaned as his hands danced over your covered breasts. He pulled out your breast. Licking and sucking your nipple. Causing you to moan louder. You felt his desire building as he pressed his hard cock to your leg.

He removed your shirt and bra then kissed down your naked torso to your pants. He looked up at you through lidded eyes and you nodded. Granting him permission to remove your pants. He pulled them and your panties off in one pull. Causing you to giggle. Dean pulled his shirt off with one hand and removed his pants and boxers.

His hard cock springing free. The pink head was covered in pre-cum. You leaned forward and licked it off causing him to moan. You smirked as you leaned back. Dean spread your legs and placed kisses up your thighs and used his fingers to part your folds. You desire dripping. He bit his bottom lip and whispered “damn sweetheart” as he took his fingers and inserted them. You gasped as he hooked his fingers up.

Dean knew your sweet spot and started working you towards your release. You moaned into his mouth when he kissed you and when he worked his down to your breasts you threw your head back and bit your lip trying to stifle the sounds. “Dean I’m gonna cum baby.” “Cum for me baby” he said as he sped up his fingers pumping in and out and rubbing your swollen clit. You hit your release and came hard. Stifling a scream.

As you were coming down Dean placed kisses up your body to your lips. The kiss grew deeper and you both moaned. Dean leaned back and positioned himself between your legs. He pumped his length a few times before running his cock head over your sensitive opening. You gasped and bit your lip.

Dean smirked. “Please Dean” you begged. “Please what, use your words sweetheart” he said with a smirk. “Please make love to me. I need you” you whispered. Dean was never one to “make love” he was more of a fuck them hard and get out before any feelings were caught. He was an incredible giving lover, but he knew the difference between fucking and making love.

With you, he was slow and deliberate. He loved you and it showed in and out of the bedroom. Dean slowly pushed in. You both moaned and gasped at the feeling. Once he bottomed out he stayed still. His forehead resting on yours. Then he started to move.

The sweet symphony of the rhythm of your bodies and the sounds of pleasure filled the room. Your legs wrapped around your husband’s hips as his body pushed into yours. Your hands ran up and down his firm biceps. He captured your lips with his and you felt all your worries and fears melt away. Dean began moaning your name and it turned you on more. His need for pleasure, and closeness to you started to overwhelm him. You felt his pace get faster.

Your eyes went wide. Not because of pain but because of the sheer amount of pleasure you were feeling. Dean Winchester was tall, handsome and incredibly gifted in every part of his body. You moved your hips encouraging him to move faster. He growled as you smirked. He kissed you hard and his pace grew along with your arousal.

“Dean, fuck me baby. Fuck me into this mattress.” He groaned and grabbed your hips flipping you over on your stomach. You giggled as you wiggled your ass in the air. That earned you a smack on your right ass cheek. You yelped with pleasure and got on your knees. Dean lined up to your entrance again. This time he pushed in causing you to jolt forward on the bed. You were on your hands and knees as your husband fucked you from behind. He grabbed your hair and pulled your back up flush with his chest. He took his free hand and cupped your breast while kissing your neck. You moaned loudly.

He pushed you gently forward and dug into your hips as he set a faster pace. You took your hand and started chasing your second release. Your body responded to Dean’s touch and it wasn’t long before you felt your coil tighten in your stomach. “Dean, I’m gonna cum again. Oh shit!” You shouted. “Me too baby. Oh fuck!” He grunted as he spilled his seed deep inside your pussy. As he came so did you. Your walls milking his cock of every drop of cum.

Both of you collapsed on the bed and fell into each other’s arms. You snuggled into his chest and he held you tight. He placed a soft his on the top of your head then on your forehead. You smiled softly. He pulled away to grab a washcloth to clean you both up.

When the two of you were clean he laid back down. You sighed. It was half content and half I need to talk to you but not sure how to do that. “What’s on your mind sweetheart” Dean asked. You swallowed hard and took a deep breath sitting up. “I love you with all of my heart, I’m thankful every day for our 3 beautiful, healthy children. I appreciate you being willing to give me the apple pie life I, no we, so desperately wanted. I’m so sorry I’ve made your life harder since we moved back in here. I can’t imagine how hard the decision was for you. I know you Dean. I know you always put everyone first and you’re in a constant state of protection. That’s one of your amazing qualities. You protect those you love. I want you to know I understand why we had to move back. Some of our happiest moments were shared here. We can make this a home, our home. Sure it doesn’t have windows or a white fence, but it has something better. It has love and family. So, let’s do this together. Our family, and Sam’s family. All living here, protecting each other and raising our children together. This is what life is about anyway. Family and the love between them. I love you Dean Winchester and I’ll gladly stand by your side for the rest of my life.”

Dean leaned over and cupped your face. Placing a soft kiss on your lips. “I love you too Y/N Winchester. As long as we have each other we have it all. Thank you for being willing to do this with me. Together, side by side we will Always Keep Fighting.”

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I came across an anon of yours saying that ashford theory has been 'debunked' because they and a lot of other people believe george created Harry Hardyng as replacement of Robert Arryn for scrapping the five year gap.

First of all, I would want to know what purpose only Harry could achieve in Sansa's story that Robert couldn't because of younger age, that George felt the need to create a considerably older suitor? I understand all the bnfs get boners at the idea of Sansa getting married to Harry and staying in the Vale forever, but again the same could've been achieved with Robert too. Its not like Tommen isn't his age and not married to Margaery. In actuality, normal people know Harry is dying because of 1) the Young moniker and 2) Sansa's wish of him falling, and again Robert could've died in his place easily too, to 'free' Sansa.

And if the purpose of his creation in event of not following the five year plan, wasn't an older betrothed/husband for Sansa, what was it?

Problem with the fandom is that they put too much emphasis and focus on things we know nothing about. Like when or how George decided to scrap the five year gap plan. Its pure speculation that it was between 2000 and 2005. And it is even more speculation that he had no plans to introduce Harry Hardyng before scrapping it, or that he was a last resort (which as I showed, there was no need of, as Robert, even five years younger, fulfills those purposes). Its the same with the original outline.

And there is too little focus on the actual canon, which is that Hardyng is a minor house with no other mention except in the Hedge Knight. Even if George DID create someone last minute, it is TOO much of a coincidence it just happened to be a Hardyng and that Sansa wishes for him to have an accident with his horse in the tourney like Humfrey (his counterpart) did in the Ashford tourney. In her latest chapter in 2015. Even if he did not intend it to be intentional, he sure seems to be retconning it. This is not even considering that all the other champions also share parallels with their Ashford counterparts:

Lyonel=Lion=Joffrey; Baratheon and Lannister champions defeat the maiden's brothers; Willas Tyrell is straight up called another Leo Tyrell; Valarr's father was named after Baelor the Blessed=Rhaegar was called another Baelor the Blessed. He himself is called a black prince with a white guardian=Jon.

George must be blind if he did not see any of this while writing it because one or two names similar, I can accept as coincidences, but ALL the champions have parallels with Sansa's suitors.

Well said, anon.

Let's address this head-on: the biggest problem with the Ashford theory is that the first person to discover it made a mess of it. Now, they wander the internet, asserting authority and attempting to undermine it, simply because they disagree with its clear conclusion.

The theory was so thoroughly botched that people think it can easily be tossed aside due to a technicality involving Robert Arryn or the tournament's disruption. As if that could ever be enough to dismiss the abundance of other similarities, many of which they're not even aware of.

Can you imagine the fandom insisting on any other theory being this airtight?

#stumpy ask #anon

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Mine Ch. 2: The Waiting Room

Chapter Rating: E (+18) Minors DNI, mention of alcohol consumption and substance abuse.

Word Count: 2539

A/N: Chapter 2 is here y'all! Thank you for bearing with me. As some of you may have read in my last update, I moved across the country. It took some time to get settled and to get in a headspace where I could write again. Anywho, I am excited for you to read this chapter. We'll get to see more of the boys and Frankie being a great dad 🤍 As a reminder my asks are always open. I hope you enjoy Chapter 2!

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Chapter 2 : The Waiting Room

“Catfish..what happened back there? It seemed like you were on your A-game. I thought you’d asked her to text you or-”

“Can we talk about this later?” Frankie closed the front door behind him “I’m exhausted, besides we have to go pick up Cami in the morning. My mom has...she has a date.” Frankie groaned internally, instantly regretting the last small detail he let slip.

“Shit man, even your Mom is dating...” Santiago chided with a chuckle until he was met with Frankie’s strong gaze in response,“Alright, alright...G’night”

Frankie couldn't sleep that night, despite feeling exhausted. The events of the evening kept him restless, replaying his time with you and thinking of ways he could have done better. My god was he rusty, Santiago was right, it had been too long since he had put himself out there. Pope had been a great friend, teasing aside, who cared about Frankie's well-being and encouraged him to move forward and past the darkness that he had seen his friend grapple with. He was the reason Frankie had downloaded the latest dating apps only to never complete his profile. He figured if he met someone, he prefer it to be in person.

His thoughts raced through the night. Would anyone want someone so broken with a past like his? Would you? You were so beautiful, smart, and interesting and he was just Francisco Morales the ex-pilot and recovering addict. It’s not like it mattered anyway, he reckoned he’d never see you again. His eyelids eventually grew heavy, as the Netflix show he left playing lulled him to sleep.

“Frankie..” Your heartbeat quickened for two reasons. First, you’d never imagine you’d see the man ever again. Second, your boss had just entered the waiting room and talked with the receptionist at the front desk. Luckily, she was too far away to notice the lack of formality in your interaction.

“Santiago, that little shit.” Frankie muttered under his breath. Your mind too preoccupied to fully register the moment.

“Uh..why don’t we make our way to my office?”

He followed close behind as you walked down the hall. It wasn’t lost on him how Camila’s eyes sparkled when she saw you. How she ran up to greet you and took your hand immediately. His heart was melting at the sight until the moment caught up to him. He had lost your number and figured you misinterpreted his lack of initiation as a sign of rejection. Now he was here, in your office. He thought it some trick of fate, or the handiwork of one he referred to as Pope.

Camila had no patience for you both and had contently occupied herself with the toys you had laid out for her session. Frankie inched toward the edge of his seat, “I’m so sorry. I would’ve called-”

“There’s really no need to explain, Mr. Morales” You waived him off, denying every inch of curiosity that urged you to hear his explanation. He has a child! A daughter, who so happens to be your patient. And what of her mother? Had you given your number out to a married man?

How is this happening right now.. here out of all places!?

“But I want to... Please.” His pleading voice interrupted the racing thoughts that held your attention. How could you deny those deep brown eyes? You quietly surrendered with a nod.

“If you don’t mind..” You looked out the sidelite of your office door, searching for any passersby in the hall, “keeping your voice low, the walls are pretty thin.”

“Right..well, the ink on my hand smeared when I grabbed the beers. I tried to make out the numbers but they were too far gone. I was kicking myself for not asking you to write down your name and number in my contacts or asking you to text me....or-” He sighed and looked at Cami who had now moved on to the animal puzzle at the kid-sized table to the left of him.

His earnest expression rendered you defenseless “Oh god-” A chuckle got away from you, “I’m so sorry, I don’t mean to laugh at you. It’s just- I don’t know if it was the alcohol or my nervousness but I was trying to be mysterious and I see now that it completely backfired. Full disclosure, I never give out my number like that.”

The worry lines on his forehead eased their tension and a half smile sheepishly emerged over his pouty lips, “There was quite literally nothing I could go off. I considered asking the bartender for the name he saw on your credit card but I didn’t want it to seem like I was some creep.” He laughed, “Santiago, would not stop teasing me the whole weekend. He’s been on me to start dating again.” His hand dragged over his mouth, “God, I’m gonna kill him”.

“So… you’re not married?” You moved from the edge of the desk to a chair closer to him. Your eyes searching his for an answer.

“No, I’ve never been. I thought about it- thought it would be good for Cami when we found out we were expecting but Ashley… Camila’s mother, left us when she was still a baby.” He looked at his daughter with such devotion and admiration. You could see the hint of pain behind his eyes.

Your heart sank, “Mr. Morales, I am so sorry. I can’t even begin to imagine how difficult that must have been for you and Camila.”

“I really wish I could change things. I know I had my faults, I just wished I could’ve turned things around sooner for Camila’s sake. If I had, maybe she’d still have a mother and maybe she wouldn’t be so affected…” He couldn’t grasp why he was opening up like this, so quickly and effortlessly. It was not like him at all. It took him weeks to muster up the courage and talk about this with Will and Ben, who had both been a rock for him during his relapses and recovery periods. Hell, it took him a while to even realize what he was feeling. There was something about your presence, your soothing voice, and your gentle eyes that made his defenses dissolve.

“Is it…is it my fault?” You looked at him with concern, “That she is having a hard time talking?”

“You can’t blame yourself, Frankie” His heartbeat quickened at the sound of his name, “There are so many factors that play into why general speech delays happen- genetics, pregnancy complications, environmental factors... Please don’t punish yourself for this.”

You turned your gaze to Cami, who had so many of her handsome father’s features. She was all Frankie, from her warm chocolate curls to her rosy little lips. “You’re here and that’s what matters. I promise to do my best to help you and Cami achieve her goals.” The tightness in your throat reminded you that regardless of the gravitational pull you felt towards him the night you met, you needed to be professional. Your hard work and license were on the line.

Get it together, state your boundaries.

“With that in mind, I have to be upfront with you. I do my best to establish a professional relationship with my patient’s parents, but as you can already imagine there are lines I do not..cannot cross regardless of how we first met.”

“I understand. I would not want to jeopardize you in any way.” He lifted his cap to run his fingers through his hair, “But if it’s okay with you, I’d like to stay and participate in Cami’s sessions.”

“Oh.. absolutely! I think it will be beneficial. You’ll get to see and learn the techniques I use during her sessions so you use them at home” The half-smile that quickened your heartbeat made its appearance once more.

You taught him the techniques you’d be using and activities that he could implement at home to help foster a learning environment for his daughter. Cami was quick to engage with you and receptive to your encouragement. She was particularly fond of bursting bubbles and clapping along to the songs you sang with her. Frankie felt a sense of warmth well up in his heart as he watched his daughter enjoy her time with you. Although he couldn't act on this feeling, he chose not to resist it.

“Jesus Fish, we were starting to get worried. I was about to run out to get backup cases of beer in case you didn’t make it.”

“Sorry, we couldn’t find Bunzy. Pope and I just about turned the whole house upside down looking for him.” Ben rushed over to pick up Cami who had been reaching for him stuffed animal in hand, as they stepped into Ben’s backyard. “Tio Ben!” she exclaimed.

“HOLY SHIT! She.. she.. just said my name!”

Frankie’s chest swelled with pride at Camila’s progress, hardly noticing Ben’s profanity. Content in knowing that Cami was now beginning to use new two-word phrases.

“Ben! Language!” Will scowled at his brother and took a break from manning the grill to place a kiss on Camila’s cheek, “Tio Will is so proud of you!”

“I’m sorry! This is a big f-reaking deal!” Ben was beaming at the fact that his name was the first of the group to be mastered by little Camila. “Guess those speech sessions are really paying off eh? Thanks to a certain…therapist?” A knowing smile appeared on his lips as he glanced at Frankie, whose face turned multiple shades of red in response.

“Pope, seriously!?”

Santiago took a sip of his beer “In my defense…yeah- I got nothin’.”

“Nice of you to inform everyone…don’t think I’ve forgotten how you left out a key detail that night!”

“Don’t get too worked up Catfish. You’ve been acting different ever since the night at the bar.” Will added as he cracked open a beer, handing it to Frankie. “It didn’t take long to figure out.”

“OH yeah! Your dad’s got it…BAD” Ben added as he placed his black cap on a giggling Cami, “So… are you going for it? What’s the plan?”

“There is no plan, there can't be a plan” Ben groans, “She could get fired, and lose her license.. Besides, Cami does so well with her. I mean, you heard her earlier. I don’t wanna mess this up for her. Lord knows I’ve already put her through enough.”

“What about after Cam graduates?” Santiago grabbed a piece of steak and sat down at the patio table, “She’s already saying Ben’s name and it’s only been…what.. a couple of weeks?”

“She made it clear that our relationship is strictly professional”

“Papi! Eat!” Camila’s cries for food offered a welcome distraction from the current topic of conversation. Frankie reached for the toddler-friendly snacks he packed and settled her on his lap. Hearing his little girl’s progress both in and out of the speech clinic gave him peace; something he hadn’t experienced in a long time.

“Hey! Sorry I missed your call. I was at the gym earlier. I’m just picking up a few things for tonight.” You chimed over the phone as you scanned the wine selection of your local Trader Joe’s. Michele had planned a wine and paint night at her place- something you hadn’t done in a while. This meant one thing, she was going all out and would be expecting an update on your current situation.

“Oh, take your time! But do you think you can bring extra popcorn? Turns out Lexi can make it after all.”

“Sure, no prob- oof!” You glanced down at the curly pigtails of a little girl who had quite literally run into you, her little arms wrapping around your calves.

“Miss!” She said, grasping you a little tighter.

“Hey, Michele? Let me call you back.” You squatted down to greet her, “We really gotta stop meeting like this Cami. Your father wouldn’t want you to get hurt.” You chuckled for a second until it dawned on you.

Shit! Where’s your dad?

Your heart began to race, your eyes searched down the aisles until you heard him calling Camila’s name in a panic. His face relaxed the instant he turned the aisle and spotted you walking toward him, Camila’s hand in yours. Your breath caught at the way his tan jacket framed his shoulders, how the curls you were so fond of peeked under the brim of his cap.

He rushed to his daughter scanning her face, her small cheeks engulfed by his hands “Jesus, Camila, don’t ever do that again!” The way he kissed and held her stirred up a warmth in your chest. A reaction proving more and more difficult to push away the more you saw him.

“Thank you so much!” he breathed,“I turned away for a second and she was gone. She must have seen you from afar.”

“Oh, it’s no problem at all! I’m glad I bumped into her.” A smile lingered on your lips.

Frankie noticed your post work out glow, how your cheeks displayed a rosy shade of pink to match your workout gear that hugged the curves of your body. You looked different today, your demeanor was more relaxed out of the confines of the clinic. All this, thanks to your favorite yoga instructor. He wasn’t sure if it was the manner of your meeting or the fact that your smile never faded whenever he spoke to you that spurred on confidence within him. Surely a compliment would be harmless.

“You look very pretty today Miss”

“Oh…thank you” You instinctively smile, and turn your attention to Cami in hopes Frankie wouldn’t notice you blush in response, “So do you two have anything fun planned today?”

“We just stopped by for some snacks before heading to the park. Thought it would be a good way to get her energy out… what about you?” He took a step closer, allowing you to take in the woody scent of his cologne, “What do speech teachers do on their days off?”

His question suddenly broke the spell cast by his scent, “I have a date…a girl date really”, you fumbled your words nervously, “My best friend planned a wine and paint night and put in charge of the wine and the popcorn.”

For a brief moment, you could have sworn you saw a tinge of disappointment cast over his expression at the mention of a date. You didn’t want to dwell on it too much, not here. Not now while you felt more susceptible to his charm.

“I’ll have to try that sometime. Though I have to admit, I don’t think Cami’s paint brushes will do” He chuckled turning to look at his little one who was starting to fuss, “Well...I won’t take more of your time, I think Cami here is ready for the park. See you Monday?”

“See you Monday.”

You bit your lip trying to hold back the grin he gave you as you walked towards your car and lifted the phone to your ear, “I was going to wait until I got to your place to share but.. guess who I just bumped into?”

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spunkypigeon · 11 months

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Your analyzes are really helpful and so valuable to the community. It was from your latest analysis of Reiji that I got motivated to research the boys more thoroughly and became very knowledgeable about behavioral issues. But as I replayed each HDB and MB route, I suddenly realized something.

Each of the brothers is very different, but they all seem to share a lot in common when it comes to punishment and obedience. Despite being raised by such different types of mothers, many of the brothers use one common control tactic - a "reward" for obedience or punishment for disobedience. Of course, some of them can take the reward as such, while others have it quite twisted. And it seems that this practice really works on Yui, because this way they train her to obey without a second thought so that she can to avoid the pain, but I got the impression that they didn't see it that way. For most of the development of Yui's "relationship" with one of the boys, this goes to an extreme and eventually she starts to lose the line between pain and pleasure and things get complicated. But I wonder if they are doing this to make her a masochist? As far as I am informed, a man cannot suddenly become a masochist, but is born with such a tendency, and over time, so to speak, learns to awaken it. Does this mean that Yui is actually really a masochist, and it's not just words when brothers say so?

Of course I know your focus is mainly Reiji and I have no idea if you've played any of the other routes to you know. Also, Reiji isn't as mentally screwed up as Cordelia's sons and he acts very carefully and thinks his actions out more than his brothers. But since you also mentioned this reward and punishment tactic, I would be very happy if you could give me your opinion on the subject.

This is a very astute observation! You are right with each brother engaging in Operant Conditioning (or punishment and reward) even though they each have different mothers; I don't think this is coincidental. From what we see of their mothers, it can be implied that the behaviour is learned - we predominantly see this with Cordelia and her general behaviour, but we also see this with Beatrix and Shuu (I would mention Christa but I feel I lack a thorough understanding of her character). From each of the brothers, to the mothers and by extension even the Mukamis, they all seem to exhibit this form of behaviour; the only way for this to occur [beyond coincidence] is for there to be an interlinking variable. In this case, our good friend Karlheinz - CEO of Beans, Means, Heinz.

From what we learn from Ayato's and Laito's routes, it's implied that Cordelia met Karheinz when she was young - in other words, he preyed on her for her blood, and for her heritage. This can imply that Cordelia may have, in fact, been groomed (for Karl's plan) - since it can be implied that he too engages in the punishment and reward system. This is mainly theoretical, however, from Cordelia's extensive collection of fine jewellery - that, (if I'm right) come from Karlheinz (and can even be implied to be 'love bombing'). We know that Cordelia becomes self-destructive and abusive when she isn't with Karl, possibly implying that his time and gifts act as the "reward" - whereas him marrying Beatrix, Christa and generally discarding Cordeila acts as the "punishment". Cordelia possibly learned her behaviour from Karl and imprinted it onto her children - a sort of "cause and effect" if you will - whereas I've implied Beatrix to suffer from some form of generational trauma; though Karl may have also [possibly] used Operant Conditioning on Beatrix, and Christa, too.

And yes, you're right - some brothers are generous with the rewards and do something that actively makes Yui happy, such as Ayato, Azusa and Kou. However, brothers such as Laito, Kanato and Reiji present a more twisted version of 'reward' - such as Laito forcing himself on Yui [in basically every chapter let's be real] or Kanato wanting to turn Yui into a wax corpse - but that's heavily due to their response to their trauma.

You're also right about Yui being easily 'trained' via Operant Conditioning. However, I think this is a precaution - a means to demonstrate complete and utter control - and like I've mentioned with Reiji, he spares no time in enforcing that; meaning that he's likely done this hundreds of times before (and most likely so have the others). In other words, the Operant Conditioning may just be a standard routine among the brothers. I do like your interpretation that they're doing this so that Yui can avoid their punishments - it definitely puts them in a more sentimental light (and I appreciate that you've read it like this). For characters like Subaru, Shuu, Ayato (and even Kanato) I can definitely see this interpretation - as punishing Yui is more trouble than it's worth; they want her to behave and do exactly as they want.

However, for characters like Reiji and Laito, they particularly enjoy pushing Yui around, they enjoy making her slip up so they can punish her. I see this as more of a demonstration of power and control - as well as a boost to their ego. Reiji and Laito are two characters that lacked control and authority in their childhood - implying that their actions towards Yui are possibly a way to achieve that. For characters such as these, I don't belive that they want Yui to avoid pain in the beginning. Throughout the mid-way section and the end of their respective routes, they don't delight in Yui's pain - it's only in the beginning, and I think this is due to their trauma-response. In other words, the abused become the abuser - they delight in Yui's pain because she feels a physical manifestation of their mental/emotional pain. It's sadism at its most ironic.

So yes, I agree with you on that front - I don't think they see Yui's 'training' in a pet-like way - instead I believe it's a fail-safe. It's a way for each brother to be in complete control, while having the security that Yui can't escape, act out or leave them. At the end of the day, each brother values and desires affection and acceptance - using this form of control over Yui guarantees that. It's a twisted way for them to garner the emotional security they need.

However, I don't believe that any of the brothers use Operant Conditioning to actively or purposefully make Yui a masochist. From what I know, researched and from my own experiences, no one is born a sadist or a masochist. Instead, I believe it to be a learned response. Sadism and masochism are responses to pain - I don't believe people are intrinsically born to enjoy pain - it's called 'pain' for a reason. However, and this is drawn upon my own experiences, I believe that sadism and masochism arise from the exposure to suffering.

If you're exposed to constant and unyielding pain, there's only a small selection of responses to choose from. You can't run from it, you can't hide from it - fighting it only makes it worse - therefore, the only way to deal with the relenting pain is to accept it, tolerate it...enjoy it. I touch on this in my MB analysis regarding Azusa and Yui (and how Azusa is a "dark parallel" to Yui regarding this exact topic). Since the female brain doesn't full mature until mid-twenties, I can afford to take some liberties regarding Yui.

When you're exposed to heavy abuse and physical abuse as a child, your brain does funny things. Now, I'm only talking from my own experiences - so any other views on this are greatly appreciated. But like I said, when you're exposed to pain at a young age, your brain tries to rationalise it and find an effective response. If it's constant, unyielding and inescapable, you can either fight it - and in some cases, make it worse - or you can accept it. When you're a child, or a young adult, you're constantly told the message that you should enjoy life; that you have nothing to sad about or anything worth crying over. Notice how I used the word: enjoy. This is intentional because this is where the brain begins to warp. So, instead of crying about the pain, you instead learn to see the positives - that whoever's inflicting the pain is giving you 'special treatment' for example. This is what we see with Azusa and his attachment to Justin.

People inflict pain because they want to see you suffer; from how my brain responded to that, the only way to combat that is to enjoy it. Once the pain's over - or it's finally stopped for good - that sentiment doesn't go away; instead it finds something to latch onto. Think of your brain as one big circuit board, and the masochism as a cord. Once the pain stops for an extensive period, that cord becomes unplugged - and another cord is plugged in its place; the circuit board fills up. The masochism is still there, the cord hasn't disappeared; it's dangling, and it needs something to latch onto. Once you grow older, your brain develops more plugs, more sockets for different cords and branches that need to be filled in - one of those plugs is sexuality. Now obviously, sadism and masochism aren't intrinsically sexual, they are both sexual and non-sexual: the sexual being self-explanatory and the non-sexual being oriented around amusement - again, it's irony being displayed in its most painful form. But I digress, once sexuality opens itself up to the brain - like with Yui - the unplugged cord of masochism has a socket to wire itself into.

The point I'm getting at is that I believe masochism - and Yui's masochism - to be a trauma-response. It acts as a way for her to 'deal' with the pain - however, since her brain is underdeveloped, her mentality surrounding it warps and distorts. The line between pain and pleasure does become blurred. In other words, it can be implied that Yui's masochism (and Azusa's) are coping mechanisms that have become warped and distorted over time.

Note that Yui never starts the game(s) as a masochist. If anything, she hates the pain. Yet by the end of the game, she is a masochist. She's masochistic due to the severe mental stress she's under and the vile abuse she endures - and her brain can't revert back due to the extent of the distortion. Routes such as Reiji's and Laito's hinge on Yui's mentality unravelling; becoming fragile and mouldable - this is how the masochism is able to infiltrate, it's a coping mechanism (but instead of being able to abandon it, it's latched onto another part of her brain, her sexuality).

Furthermore, when the brothers refer to Yui as a masochist, it could be implied to be an exaggeration, a way to riddle Yui's mind with stress, denial and self-doubt. In other words, it could be implied that they're gaslighting her to sow doubt and make her more susceptible to their mental manipulation. Additionally, it could be implied that they're enforcing masochism onto Yui so that they can enact their own sadism onto her without any complications - to make her a 'willing victim' if you will. In essence, the brothers could call Yui a masochist in order to imprint their own views and needs onto her - sadism and masochism is the giving and receiving of pain. It can be implied that the brothers' sadistic tendencies act as an outlet for their trauma; they need a recipient to take the pain they're giving - that being Yui. However, the brothers' sadism and Yui's masochism doesn't match up.

The brothers begin their routes revelling in Yui's pain, yet they don't end their routes with the same sentiment. Yui, however, starts the routes trying to escape the pain, only to yield to it - and by the end of the route, revel in it. And I'm not just strictly talking about her own pain either. In Reiji's HDB manservant ending, we see Yui delight in the pain and subservience of others. She gains control over Reiji, in which she belittles and emasculates him, all while playing the role of 'Cordelia' - and in Kanato's HDB manservant ending, we see Yui brutally (and sadistically) murders the other brothers, revelling in the affection she believes she'll get because of it. In essence, sadism and masochism are learned responses or coping-mechanisms (gone wrong), but that's just my opinion.

You're also right, Reiji isn't as screwed up as the triplets, and he does think out his every move - painstakingly so. The only other brother I'd say who comes close is Laito,since they're both highly manipulative and predominately enforce Operant Conditioning - with Reiji’s focus being on control and Laito's being on sex. When Yui behaves, they each reward her in non-material ways - for Laito, it's sex or physical affection, and for Reiji, it's remedies when Yui's sick, her favourite meals etc. What they both 'reward' Yui with is their vulnerability. In other words, manipulative characters like Reiji, Laito, Ruki and Carla enforce Operative Conditioning to gain the comfort of control; only once that boundary is established do they 'mellow'. In other words, the need for punishment and reward is a basis wherein the brothers can build a relationship that they can thrive in.

#diabolik lovers asks #pidge talks #diabolik lovers analysis #yui komori #beans means heinz #Anon's onto something here

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Hi, followed after your latest chapter, so anyway thought you would enjoy the mental image of Morgott trying certain foods for the first time as King.

Normally he wouldn't partake in fancy [to him] foods, but sometimes there's dinners meant to serve for strengthening the nobility's measure of him. And it would look suspicious as hell if everyone BUT him ate.

So I just keep imagining him trying honey cakes, roast boar, chicken, fruits from orchards he half saw during a initial patrol as Margit. All while trying to keep a straight face. Hell, warm food that isn't burnt in some way probably feels weird to him for a while.

I don't know, i just keep imagining he purposely saves eating those things for when he Has to because he likes them So Much that it becomes a thing he denies himself-- like a bed or tailored clothes.

I have thoughts and your fic hasn't helped stop them.

Oh Anon you sweet bean!!

I do think that Morgott is the type to deny himself any simple pleasures when he can. Sleeping? Anywhere that is out of the way of others and that gets the job done. Doesn't matter if he wakes up feeling sore and uncomfortable, a being like him doesn't deserve the luxury of a bed.

Clothing? The same story. He is dedicated to protecting his city and the Erdtree, any fine clothing would be torn to shreds during battle, not to mention it only hinders his movements. What does it matter if his wishes to feel soft cotton against his skin instead of coarse fibers that are worn and frayed and smell of his own sweat? He hasn't earned the right to feel such things. He has always wanted to see if he would look...somewhat less horrifying if he was dressed in clothing that had his mother's gold as an accent color. Would he seem less shameful to her then?

And food? Food is the most tempting and cruel thing he denies himself. Fun fact, the short I'm finishing up and going to post next goes over this issue a little more 👀

When he first donned the Mimic Veil and took his place as king, he actually could not eat the food given to him. His body was malnourished (still is actually) and the food was so rich in nutrients for him that his body couldn't handle it.

But he was so hungry.

He is ashamed for it, but it was a night where he actually caved into his shameful desires and ate as much of the food he could get his hands on. It smelled so delicious...A smell he had only ever caught a whiff of while hiding in the shadows of sewer tunnels, when the common folk walked above him eating and selling from carts.

He ate, and ate, and ate. Until he could eat no more.

And he very quickly regretted it. His stomach roiled and rebelled against the onslaught of rich proteins and pure sugars, and he was sick. He threw everything back up almost as quickly as he had caved to his desires and scarfed it down.

Months later, when he was studying in the library, he would learn that the reason for his sickness was indeed due to his malnourished state, but at the time? He had thought it was a fitting punishment by Grace, the Greater Will, for succumbing to his cravings and eating the food that belonged to the people more deserving than him.

If he must eat, such as at a party of nobility, he eats the very bare minimum regardless of how his stomach may growl and beg. The sights and scents alone can be overwhelming for his advanced senses, but he manages to pull through.

As his Lord Consort (and possibly God depending on how you like to think you got married to him) you take it upon yourself to help him with these issues. Its a long and arduous process, one that has the both of you get angry or cry or feel like giving up. But the key to being Morgott's beloved? You're just as stubborn as he is.

You help him with these habits and even encourage him to improve himself more. For the food in particular, there are a couple ways to convince him to eat. You can guilt trip him, or make it a secret and reward.

Guilt tripping is when his response to your prodding is anger, which happens the most in the beginning. If he's in a mood where he refuses to eat and gets angry when you convince him otherwise? Bring out the crocodile tears and sniffling. He's going to let all this wonderful food, made just for him, go to waste? Food that the chefs spent hours on, just to be thrown into the back alleys for the rats to eat? When there are those out there who don't have anything at all? This triggers his memories of being a starved child...and he finds he can't actually send you away.

The method of making it a secret and reward is the most common way to convince him to eat, and the most effective. Take a couple bites of the meal yourself, lay it on a little thick how good it tastes, how wonderful it is, to get his attention. When he looks to you, say you got it for him but it's so delicious you couldn't help but sneak a bite. He doesn't mind, truly. It's the exact opposite actually, he is rather happy to know that you are fed and healthy.

Then offer it to him as intended. When he tries to refuse, make it into a "game". You won't tell anyone, least of all the Greater Will, that he ate some of the meal. It's your shared secret, and no one else will ever find out. And if it's a secret between just the two of you...then it's okay to do it this one time, yes? Just one time, he'll take a bite and be done with it.

But then he chews and swallows...and you praise him. Tell him that you're so proud he actually ate! And it was so tasty right? Maybe he should take another bite, just to really savor the taste and texture. It's just a small part to add to your new secret! No one will know...

And before he knows it...the whole meal is gone. Sitting comfortably in his very full belly and giving his body the nourishment it's been craving. Eventually he gets so used to these little "secret" food meetings between you both, he doesn't even need you to pretend any longer. You can just come in and settle down with him and hold his food out, and he takes it without hesitation.

#Elden Ring #Morgott #Morgott the Omen King #Morgott X Tarnished #Morgott X Reader #TW Eating Disorder #Good lordy I really went ham here #I love talking about character habits and anon you got my gears turning #Hope you stick around for future chapters and stories!!! 💖#Bee buzzing and crow cawing

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dramioneasks · 10 months

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Hello loves!!

Can you give me dramione recs where draco is a big drama queen or sassy?

The Island by Frumpologist - E, WIP - An accident with a smuggled Portkey sends Hermione and Draco to an unknown deserted island. It’ll be fine—all they have to do is figure out how to survive both the island and each other until help arrives… if it ever arrives.

Hermione Granger and the Runes of Renewal by AlulaSprinkles - M, WIP - “But he’s dead,” she whispered, fear slowly gripping her. He was gone, though. He was really gone this time. Right? “If he’s dead, the curse… it can’t possibly live on…” Malfoy gave her an almost sympathetic look and shook his head slowly. Dread filled her stomach. Because as she thought about it, she knew Voldemort would ensure any curse he cast outlasted even himself. Always in the pursuit of immortality, including in his darkest magic. *** Or: Draco Malfoy is up to something--Hermione just knows it! Determined to get to the bottom of his mischief, Hermione's shocked at what she discovers. But, with time running out, can she and the school’s most infamous snake uncover the secrets of Hogwarts castle before its too late?

The night round by Neevea - E, one-shot - Hermione and Draco in an empty corridor , what could even happen ?

Not Done With You Yet by slytherindiaries - E, 2 chapters - After being dumped by Ron, Hermione attends a wizarding speed dating event where she bumps into none other than Draco Malfoy.

Firewhiskey and Vanilla by slytherindiaries - E, one-shot - Theo cocks his head to the size, studying the Gryffindor. “Draco’s my best friend, you know.” Hermione freezes as panic wells up inside, threatening to overflow. “And what does that have to do with me?” “It means I know everything about him. All his secrets.” He leans in and sniffs her hair lightly. “Tell me, is that…vanilla I smell?” Where Theodore Nott meddles and Hermione and Draco almost get caught.

Whinge and Binge by teh_kris_eh - T, one-shot - Join the lovely humans who married the members of our favorite trio as they meet up to whinge about the trouble their spouses just can't seem to avoid over a glass of wine.

Rivers of Whiskey and Honey by charingfae - E, one-shot - Draco has been pretending to date Hermione for two months and four days. Which, in his mind, is two months and four days too long, and one eternity short of long enough. He isn't prepared to run into her on his solo morning walk after their latest 'date'. Or for her to trail her fingers down his arm and lean in to kiss him... Cozy, fluffy, smut.

What Dreams Were Made Of by AutumnWeen - E, 2 chapters -

9:00 am Floo call with bloody Theo (Again) 11:00 am Arrive at resort 12:00 pm Visit the beach at Granger’s insistence 3:20 pm Drink cocktail laced with fucking Amortentia while with Hermione Granger (FUCK!) 4:00 pm+ Nap, shower, get dressed 7:00 pm Rehearsal Dinner (Whatever that is)

Draco and Hermione traveled to the Caribbean as part of Theo and Luna's wedding party. Everything was going fine until they decided to try the couple's signature drink created by the resort. Nowhere was it mentioned that one of its ingredients was Amortentia.

-Lisa

#anonymous #fluff #humour

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andrigyn · 1 year

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Chapter Four

Nesta says goodbye to her friends, and leaves the Night Court. Beron puts pressure on Eris, and he realizes that bringing her to Autumn might prove to be more complicated than he anticipated.

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Saying goodbye was never easy. This was why Nesta preferred to avoid needless attachments in the first place. She hardly knew the meaning of friendship before she met Gwyn and Emerie. As a young girl, she had companions, but they weighed the social costs and benefits of proximity to an Archeron, and determined that it was an opportunity to better their own standing. When the money went, so did they. Matters on that front did not improve when they moved to the village, either. There was still a hierarchy. It was only then that she was made to understand what it meant to be on the bottom, although there was comfort in knowing she would no longer be used. It was better to be outwardly hated than lied to.

So she sat there, across from her friends, who had come to visit the House of Wind. It wasn’t an uncommon request, so neither of them batted an eye when Nesta asked them after training. Only she knew the true reason for their meeting, and the anticipation gnawed at her as they sat in a circle, discussing the latest romance novel that they were reading. She could hardly bring herself to participate in the conversation aside from a few quick remarks. Once there was a lull, she decided to broach the subject.

“I have something I need to tell you,” Nesta blurted out. It was Emerie who looked up first from her book, her dark eyebrows raised in confusion. Gwyn looked over at her with a similarly curious expression.

“No, don’t tell me, I’ll guess. You and Cassian are mates!” Gwyn said.

Emerie shushed her. “No way, my guess is that Elain has finally decided to come and train with us.”

The possibility that she and Cassian were mates was something that haunted her. It brought up her many conflicting feelings towards the male, let alone her uneasiness around the bond generally. It felt too permanent. There was no divorcing a mate, and the connection was so much deeper than a marriage. No, Nesta didn’t want a mate, and she couldn’t fathom why anyone else would disagree. However, the idea of Elain coming to train was a pleasant one. It wouldn’t be like her sister to come of her own volition, but then again, Nesta would never have chosen it for herself either. Elain had choices, but she did not. So when she asked her sister to come by, her invitation was ignored.

“No, neither of you got it,” Nesta said with a giggle, “I’m being deployed on a mission to the Autumn Court, and I leave tonight. This was all very short notice-”

“How long will you be away?” Gwyn asked. Nesta noticed her energy change completely at the mention of her mission.

“I’m not sure yet. I need to explain myself a bit more, though. You might hear news about me in the following weeks and it’s not what it seems-”

“Oh for the Cauldron’s sake, Nesta, you’re always so dramatic,” Emerie said with a laugh.

“Technically, I’m engaged to Eris Vanserra, but it’s fake. The ruse is all part of the mission.”

Her two friends gasped, but then Emerie quickly fell into laughter again. Gwyn joined her, and Nesta couldn’t help herself either. She supposed that the situation was quite funny, if she took a few steps back to examine it from a perspective that was not her own. Eventually, the priestess set her book down, and wrapped her arms around both of them.

“My dear friend Nesta, about to marry a future High Lord! You’ll have so many stories to tell once you return,” she said.

“I’m not marrying anyone!” Nesta’s cheeks were starting to turn red.

“So what’s the mission then?” Emerie asked.

She paused, but remembered that not even Azriel was told about the assassination. Even if she didn’t realize it at first, there was a sort of implied secrecy to the entire affair. Although she hated the idea of lying to her friends, the idea that the truth might put them in harm’s way was even more odious. If word of Rhys’s plan got out somehow, who knows what he might be capable of.

“I’m spying on Beron.” It was as close to the truth as she thought was safe.

“I guess Az and his shadows just weren’t up to the task,” Gwyn joked.

“No, I think this mission requires a bit more subtlety. Only a Valkyrie can infiltrate a court where it seems like they don’t believe females have brains,” Nesta quipped.

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After spending the afternoon with her friends, Nesta felt more self assured. When she told them, they didn’t react with the same anger or concern that Cassian had. There was an innate understanding among the group that they were a team of equals who trusted in the abilities of one another, even if they would always come to the defense of their friend. Gwyn and Emerie gave her the feeling that Autumn wasn’t a place to be feared, and that perhaps they ought to fear Nesta instead.

The feeling that she had after joking around with her friends for hours was indescribable. But when Gwyn returned to the library, and Emerie to Illyria, she felt an emptiness inside. It would soon be time to leave, so she holed up in her room to focus on packing. In a few short hours, Cassian knocked on her door. It did not take her long to pack, because she didn’t have many dresses anymore. She threw in her training leathers just in case, but she doubted it would be appropriate for a lady of the court.

“Come in,” she said.

“It’s- It’s time to go.” He stared at the floor as he spoke softly.

“Alright,” she said, picking up her bag and making her way to the exit. For the life of her, she could not figure the Illyrian out. They had slept together the previous night, and he even broke the unspoken rule between them by staying until morning. She had never seen him so affectionate before, but now it was as if a switch was flipped.

They didn’t speak again, and flew to the Hewn City.

When they arrived at the palace, they found the spare meeting room where Rhysand was waiting. Feyre, again, was suspiciously absent. Nesta couldn’t recall the last time she saw her sister, but it didn’t matter. She didn’t want Feyre to see her passed off like this. She had too much of an ego on her these days, and Nesta didn’t want to give her any more reasons to feel superior. Having to be ruled over by her youngest sister was enough.

The High Lord only nodded in acknowledgement as they walked in. The general didn’t seem to care that they now had an audience, because he brought her into his firm embrace. He leaned in to kiss her forehead, and then to whisper in her ear. “I’ll come to visit as soon as I can, and I’ll keep working to bring you home.”

“Cassian, please,” Rhysand said, ”Get off of her.”

He obeyed, and Nesta suddenly felt his arms fall away.

“And go home, before Eris arrives.”

He turned to leave, but looked back once more to offer a wink and a smile. Nesta’s expression remained blank as she watched him go, and Rhysand gestured for her to take a seat across from him at the table.

“How dramatic. You’d think I was actually marrying you off by the way you two act,” he scoffed.

There were so many things she could say. If she looked in the dictionary, she supposed she’d find his and Feyre’s picture right next to the word dramatic. Also the words egotistical, narcissistic, or obstinate. However, Nesta only rolled her eyes and waved her hand to dismiss him.

“That attitude of yours will not serve you well in Beron’s court.” Rhysand chuckled.

“Well I think that your attitude doesn’t serve you well either, in your own court, I might add.”

The High Lord’s face fell, but before he could respond, Eris entered the room. The male was dressed more casually than the last time she saw him, but he looked dashing nonetheless. He wore a dark brown jacket, with lighter colored pants. His hair was not as tightly restrained, either, and it had some life to it. He chose not to sit.

“Lady Archeron,” he said, with a subtle bow of his head, “Rhysand.”

Nesta almost laughed at the inclusion of a title for her, and her alone. Her countenance remained neutral, though, and she rose from her chair before walking to the Autumn male’s side.

“I suppose this is goodbye then,” Nesta said.

Rhysand looked past her, meeting Eris’s gaze instead. “She’s all yours.”

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Nesta did not realize how much she cherished the change in seasons before she came to Prythian. For humans, life revolved around them, which made it all the more strange for her to discover that so much of these lands existed in a perpetual, unchanging state. There may have been seasons in the Night Court, but it hardly had the same impact when time itself didn’t carry the same meaning.

Winnowing always made her feel nauseous, especially over long distances, so she took a moment to recover after Eris had brought them to Autumn. She was bent over, with her face resting in her palms. After that throbbing in her head lessened, she looked up and took in her surroundings. The colors were so bright that they blinded her briefly. She had never seen such brilliant shades of red, orange, and yellow as the ones that beamed back at her in the waning sunlight. Sure, there were daytime hours in Velaris, but they were relatively short in comparison to other Courts, or so she was told. Once her eyes adjusted, Nesta determined that the area where they landed was a clearing in what seemed to be a vast, and untouched forest.

“Are you alright?” Eris asked. He kept his distance, which she was grateful for.

Nesta still held her hand to her temple. Whether there was genuine concern in his voice, or if it was just empty civility, she couldn’t tell. “Yes, forgive me. I don’t winnow very frequently.”

Eris raised his eyebrow and smiled slightly, but she wasn’t sure what was so amusing. He extended his hand and gestured towards the dirt path ahead of them. “Winnowing directly into the House is forbidden, so we have to walk the last mile.”

He picked up her bag, and began walking. Perhaps he wasn’t joking when he implied that males acted more like gentlemen here. Nesta followed closely behind, with leaves crunching under each step. She didn’t doubt that in time, magic would become normalized to her, but that was not necessarily a good thing. In order to integrate into this world fully, she would have to betray a part of herself. As the years flew by, the memory of her old life would chip away in bits and pieces until there was nothing left. If only the Cauldron could have granted her a new mind to go along with this unfamiliar body, so she wouldn’t be burdened with old memories.

“Now that I’m here, I’d like to hear what your plan is,” Nesta said. The leaves kept crunching loudly underneath her shoes, so she took more careful steps. Her mother did always comment on how she stomped about the house as a child. It wasn’t ladylike then, and it certainly wasn’t now.

“Well, I’m sure I don’t have to explain to you why my father must die, but I can give you more insight on how he shall die. I have been recording his movements every day for the past year, hoping to discover exactly the right moment to strike. There is a trail network on the grounds where he walks by himself in the evenings. I can ensure that the manor guards are distracted, and all you have to do is show up. I will be with one or more of my brothers, or anyone else who could provide my alibi. It is important that mine be rock solid, because I am the one with the most vested interest in seeing him perish.”

“What about my alibi? And how will you explain his death? I imagine that the brutal slaying of a High Lord would prompt some investigation,” she said.

“Either my mother will provide one for you, or we will have to pretend you are visiting your sister in the Night Court, and they will vouch for you.”

Nesta’s stomach turned at the thought of relying on the inner circle for anything, let alone something so serious. Although she didn’t know the Lady of Autumn, she automatically had more trust in her to do the right thing. There would be nothing stopping Rhysand from betraying her. Then, she’d spend the rest of her miserable life locked up in a dungeon. Or perhaps she’d be executed. She supposed that in his eyes that would be a fitting punishment for allowing his sweet Feyre to step foot in the woods. It was a common sentiment in the Night Court that being a bad sister ought to earn you the death penalty.

“So does your mother know about your plans then?” She decided to pivot the conversation towards her, and not to even entertain the possibility of asking anyone else to provide her alibi.

“Not yet. The knowledge would put her in jeopardy, because she is obviously very close to my father at all times, so I am waiting for the right moment. Don’t you worry though, she has no love for him either.” Eris looked down at the ground when he spoke. She could sense that his mother was a touchy subject for him, and although Nesta couldn’t be certain, it was likely that she had been mistreated. Being married to Beron for centuries must have taken its toll on her. Nesta knew that abuse could beat a person down until they were not themselves anymore. Escape would seem impossible, or wrong.

“So who will you blame his death on?” She was certain that he wouldn’t miss an opportunity to eliminate one of his enemies, and frame them for the crime. There would surely be some in his court who would demand justice so fiercely, that they might overlook gaps in the evidence. It all hinged on whether Eris could be convincing enough in his role as the grieving son. Once he began pointing the finger at someone, it had to count.

“Do you have a guess?” he asked with a slight smile.

Nesta paused. “You’ll pick your least favorite brother, and set him up to look guilty. I’m sure you do have a least favorite, but are there any who would challenge your claim to the throne? You’ll choose him.”

The male broke into a raucous laughter. He was hardly able to contain himself for more than a moment before he spoke again. “As tempting as that is, my plan was to blame Briallyn. We shall say that she used the crown to control our soldiers’ minds again, and they attacked my father while his guard was down. When I become High Lord, it gives me justification to ally formally with the Night Court in order to hunt the Queen down and kill her.”

She shrugged, and considered why specifically Eris would want to kill the now immortal Queen. It would make more sense if this was Rhysand’s request, but he didn’t say so explicitly. Nesta wouldn’t risk asking and looking like a fool, so she shrugged it off. She much preferred her own idea anyway.

“I suppose you would know best, but how would you like me to kill him?” She realized that her tone was now a bit too far into the realm of condescension. Eris didn’t seem to mind. He was too focused on the topic at hand to take offense.

“You will use your sword to decapitate him, cut off the limbs, and then arrange the body parts on stakes outside of the House for the guards to find.”

Nesta raised her eyebrow and cringed at the suggestion for her to mutilate the corpse. It was not only the fact that it was disgusting, but it also seemed unnecessary. She considered that if she had her own personal grudge against the High Lord, she would have done it willingly. The first time she experienced such bloodlust was Tomas. It surfaced again with the King of Hybern, and currently with Rhysand. The High Lord of Autumn had a long way to go if he wanted to become the subject of her ire.

“I’m here to do a job, not to carry out your revenge fantasy. Besides, how will I have time to get from the forest to the house carrying the body parts, and then stage the scene without being spotted?” she asked.

“Fine, just the head on a stake will do then. Hide the rest of the body in the woods, and I can help you dispose of it.”

“I’ll have to ambush him when he least expects it. What if I can’t overpower him?” Nesta asked. It was a fair question, because she was not yet a skilled fighter. Perhaps in time she would be, but for now, the only advantage she had was the element of surprise. With size, strength, and skill on Beron’s side, she would need an edge.

“We’ll spike the wine and get him drunk beforehand, so that his guard is down.”

That was the type of edge she needed. Nesta thought that it might work, but in the human lands, there were healers who were able to detect poisons in a corpse. They would have to be careful to ensure the substance they use could not be traced back to them. She set it aside, and made a mental note to do some research of her own. She barely knew human sedatives, let alone which ones the Fae might use.

“How long do I have to wait? And what should I do in the meantime?”

“I don’t know yet, but patience is of the utmost importance. It could be in a week, year, or decade. A drop it the bucket, really, when you consider that you could have a millenia yet to live. Until then, I recommend being polite to my family, but speaking to them as little as possible. Your leisure time is yours to spend however you choose.”

Nesta wasn’t sure how to feel about the possibility of spending a decade here in Autumn. He was correct that in the grand scheme of things, it was no time at all. What she did appreciate, however, was the permission she now had to structure her own days.

“It sounds like you have everything figured out then,” she said.

“My plan is perfect. So long as you do as I say, nothing will go wrong.”

Eventually, the pair reached the Forest House. It was a grand, stone manor that stood tall against the colorful backdrop of the trees. Nesta first noticed its sheer size, and then she focused on its shape. There was a turret with vines climbing up its face, and more windows than she could count. They were scattered irregularly across the structure’s facade.

“Come on, I’ll show you the back entrance,” he said. She followed him around the tall, manicured hedges. Peeking through them as they moved revealed an ornate carriage parked outside of the front door. Nesta shifted her gaze back quickly, not wanting to get caught staring at whoever was entering the House. She was now focused on the back of Eris’s head. His neatly styled hair had more of a curl to it than she initially realized. She let her mind wander a bit, imagining how it might look in its natural state.

It wasn’t long before Nesta was snapped out of her daydream. She knew that they had come to the stables by the smell, and her sharpened Fae senses never ceased to amaze her. Although it made flowers, or freshly baked cookies smell sweeter, she contemplated whether that was worth that first whiff of horse excrement. It was quiet and empty, save for the animals, who did not stir at the sight of them.

Eris reached out an arm to pet one of the horses. Its coat was a deep brown, with red undertones. “Do you ride, Nesta?”

“Yes, but it’s been years-”

“Good,” he said.

After traversing the stables, Eris led her through a large kitchen. It was full, but nobody looked up from their work to acknowledge them. The pair passed through it, and the adjoining dining room quickly. After that, they climbed the servants stairs until they were on the third floor. Once the male opened the next door, she realized that this was the main wing of the house. A red runner covered the fine, hardwood floor. The walls were decorated with art, and lit by flames atop their golden candle holders.

“Do you really keep all of these candles lit, even during the day?”

A grin spread across Eris’s face as he raised his right hand. He held his palm up briefly, before closing it into a fist. Suddenly, they were plunged into darkness. There were no windows in the hall, so for a moment Nesta could not see much. But before she could say anything, the lights were back on.

“They’re magic, the flames won’t burn out on their own,” he explained.

Nesta rolled her eyes. “Show off.”

“Is that all it takes to impress you, after living amongst some of the most feared beings in Prythian?”

“Who said I was impressed?” she asked.

Eris shrugged. “Just a feeling, I suppose. But we’ve arrived at your quarters.”

He turned the doorknob and pushed the door open. Nesta followed, and she took in the room before her. Its walls were a rich, dark cranberry color. At the space’s center stood a large, wooden canopy bed. There was a fireplace directly across from it, but she knew that she would have no use for it. There was a vanity in the corner, and a door next to it which she assumed led to the bathroom. A window took up most of the north wall with a curtain drawn to allow light to enter, and the view nearly took her breath away.

“Is this room to your liking?” Eris asked.

“It’ll do,” she muttered under my breath.

Nesta made a show of pacing around and letting her gaze wander from corner to corner. He was watching, which was fine by her, as she didn’t want to give him the impression that she was indeed dazzled by this place. The House of Wind didn’t compare, and her old apartment was a shithole even before Rhys and Feyre turned it to rubble.

“We have others for you to choose from if you find this one unsatisfactory.”

“I told you, it’s fine,” she snapped.

“I can give you a tour of the House now, or leave you to get settled. Your choice.”

“The tour can wait. I’d like to unpack first.”

Unpacking was one matter, but Nesta’s main consideration was how inviting that king sized bed looked with its pillows piled high. She couldn’t identify the source of her aches, because her body was sore all over from training every morning. It had been months since she had a free evening to spend alone in bed.

“Very well, I’ll be back in two hours when it’s time for dinner, my advice is to look your best,” Eris said. Nesta nodded, and he took it as a sign to depart.

She didn’t intend on being so short with the male, because she was truly grateful for this space of her own, but she didn’t trust him one bit. Her sharp tongue was her best defense mechanism. If it was enough to gain her a reputation in Velaris, then it could serve her well in this new land. Eris’s words didn’t contain that same venom, at least not yet.

Nesta took her bag and set it on the bed. Once it was opened, she started to arrange her already neatly folded garments in the dresser. The few gowns she brought were hung in the vast closet, and her shoes found their places there as well. It looked rather empty when she was finished. Whoever had stayed here before Nesta had certainly had a more complete wardrobe.

Nesta then hopped onto the bed and nestled under the blankets. She eyed the entrance, and briefly considered leaving her room to explore. She was never told that she was confined to this room, but her conditioning prevented her from taking the chance just yet. She had no idea what dangers were present in this house. Nobody in the inner circle bothered to give her a briefing, although their information couldn’t be that accurate. She wondered if Azriel’s shadows could travel to Autumn undetected. If so, they could be watching her right then and there.

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Eris Vanserra was glad to be home. That dreadful bedroom in the Hewn City, as well as those dull meetings with Keir were behind him now. Worse than that had to be spending time with Rhysand and his cronies, who somehow managed to be even more intolerable than their leader. All of that fuss over Nesta, who they seemed to be rather contemptuous of anyway.

When the male cracked open the door to his bedroom, he felt instantly at ease. The sight of those dark green walls, and his own bed never failed to lift his mood. He moved to open a window and let in some fresh air, when he noticed a neatly folded note sitting on his desk. A pit formed in his stomach, but he wasted no time in ripping it open to reveal the message inside.

‘My Son, your presence is requested in the throne room once you have returned home. Do not keep me waiting.’

His face twisted into a scowl. He crumbled the note, and dropped it back on the dark, wooden desk. Eris didn’t have to think too hard to imagine what he wanted, there was no doubt in his mind that it would be about Nesta.

Even if the inner circle did not fully understand her value, he was certain that his father did. The rest of his family might as well. That was why the male deliberately placed her in a room that was close to his own. He contemplated assigning a guard to her door, and he still might, if not for his own desire not to suffocate her. It would be little use against Beron anyways, and he was who Eris was most concerned about. Hopefully she’d avoid crossing paths with his father or brothers for now.

His instinct may have been to guard her, but that would be an impossible task. It was only logical and to be expected that his father would be curious about her. Although he supposed everyone in Prythian wanted to know more about the Archeron sisters, his father was more… imaginative than most. This was probably why the Night Court kept them under lock and key. Until now.

Eris looked at himself in the mirror and sighed. He contemplated changing, but the note was pretty clear that he ought not dawdle. The more casual brown jacket and pants would have to do for now. He didn’t want to look at himself any longer, so he tucked some stray locks of red hair back into place and left the room. It was not a long distance to go from his quarters to the throne room. When he arrived, he was greeted by the familiar blood-red carpet and walls. It was an enormous space with ceilings that towered over its inhabitants like the sky. Anyone would feel small standing there, but it did not intimidate Eris anymore. It hadn’t been scary since he was a boy.

His father was not seated, but was pacing instead. That was not a good sign. Eris walked the length of the carpet anyways, doing his best to appear unphased. Once he came to the dais, he dropped to his right knee. His head was tilted down.

“I’m glad to see you again, father, and to be home.”

Beron turned to face his son. His expression was blank. “Rise.”

Eris obeyed. He was more glad to be finished kneeling like a peasant than he was to see the bastard.

“I trust that all has been well here in my absence,” Eris said.

Beron raised an eyebrow. “Of course. Were you able to bring the female here without issue?”

His jaw clenched at the mention of her, but the male pushed those feelings aside. It would be difficult to pretend he did not care for her in front of his father, but he would have to try. “Yes, father. Rhysand only requested that her sisters be permitted to visit her here.”

Eris deliberately left Cassian’s name out of it. He was sure that the mere mention of the Illyrian might send his father into a rage. It wasn’t just that he was prejudiced against his people, although he certainly was a hateful old man. Beron would never forget his role in Morrigan’s failed engagement, and it was certainly no secret that Cassian was now fond of Nesta. That kind of embarrassment would not go over well a second time.

“Very well, I don’t see why not. Will it be Rhysand’s whore, or your brother’s mate?”

“Lucien’s mate, her name is Elain.”

Beron scoffed. “Whatever, it doesn’t matter. I’ve called you here today because I’d like you to tell me what your plans are with the female now that she’s here.”

Eris raised an eyebrow in confusion. “I’m not sure what you mean. She is here to become my wife.”

“But when? It’s best not to wait, not when the Night Court could change their mind and decide to take her back at any moment. Without a marriage or mating bond, our claim over her is weak, and you know it,” he spat.

“She desires a real wedding, and I intend on giving that to her,” Eris explained, “Nesta was a lady of high standing in her realm, she has an eye for planning these things. She will accept nothing less than what would normally be afforded to a lady of her status.”

Beron grimaced. “Do whatever you want with the wedding, but I see no reason why she cannot be pregnant before the ceremony.”

He wasn’t shocked by the crassness of his father’s statement, but it was quite early to be putting the pressure on them to have a child. Eris didn’t expect this so soon. He wasn’t sure how to respond, so he stayed silent instead.

“Don’t play dumb with me, son. It was you who came to me, and asked that I give this marriage my blessing. These were always my terms, and if you are not up to the task, I’m more than happy to give her to one of your brothers instead, or do the job myself. This court needs an heir with the Cauldron’s power.”

His father looked so smug when he said it, implying that Nesta was nothing more than an incubator. Eris clenched his jaw again, and this time he couldn’t conceal the rage that was bubbling over. “None of you will lay a finger on her.”

The High Lord softened. “If you don’t want any harm to come to her, then you will do as I say. You are my eldest son, my pride and joy. My interest is, and has always been in what is best for you, and for this family.”

Eris nodded.

“You have been warned, now go.” Beron said.

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Friends in strange Places Ch. 6 Pt 2

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Summary: With a little encouragement from Vlad, Danny works up the nerve to tell his parents. Sam and Tucker realize they have some things to discuss.

Word Count: 8600

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By the time Danny managed to get the thespian ghost into The Thermos and fly back home, Vlad had already left. Danny was disappointed to have missed him, but he did get a play-by-play of the entire visit from his parents over dinner.

"...and it turns out Vladdie hasn't had any luck designing an ecto-based adhesive either! But thanks to his input, we should be able to increase the efficiency of The Spectre Speeder tenfold!"

"That's fascinating Dad." Jazz deadpanned "So you and Vlad have been breaking the ice okay then?"

"Yup!" Maddie smiled "Oh, I'm so glad Vlad decided to open up to us. It's been so nice working with him again."

"Wow," Jazz said "Vlad sharing his secret with you two really seems to have made a difference in your relationship. Even if he was scared to do it, it certainly seems to have been worth the risk."

Danny glared at Jazz.

"You said it Jazzy!" Jack beamed, oblivious to the secret conversation between his children "Now that we know what's been going on with Vladdie all this time, we're closer than ever before!"

"You don't say." Jazz stared directly at Danny as she spoke.

"I'm done eating, I'm going to my room now." Danny pushed his chair back and began to walk towards the stairs.

"Sorry Danny," Maddie grabbed his shoulder as he passed her "You and your father are on dishes tonight."

"What? But I did them last night!"

"Yeah?" Jazz put the stack of plates in the sink "And who did them the last two nights in before that?"

"That was only because-" he'd had to leave halfway through dinner to deal with Skulker's newest (not to mention very destructive) 'toy'.

"Because what, Danny?" Maddie cocked an eyebrow.

"Nothing." Danny grumbled.

"See you in the lab, Hun." Maddie gave Jack a peck on the cheek "I want to get started on archiving today's data."

With that, she disappeared down the basement stairs.

"Come on, Danno," Jack gave the pouting Danny a pat on the back "The sooner we get this done, the sooner it'll be over. You washing or drying tonight?"

"I'll dry." Danny said. His father had an unfortunate tendency to put dishes away in the wrong places, and Danny did not feel like dealing with Jazz's complaining tomorrow morning.

"So," Danny asked as his dad handed him a plate "How are things going with Vlad? It's really not awkward with his whole, you know...'ghostly' situation?"

"Nonsense Danny!" Jack waved his hand "We barely even talked about it."

Danny wasn't sure if that was a good thing or not.

"I mean," Jack continued "We did sit down and discuss the situation when he first got here, but it didn't take long for us to get back into the swing of researching together just like old times. In fact, the data we collected today has given me a great idea for a new weapon! I call it The Fenton Ghost Gooer!"

"You're not like, married to that name, are you?" Danny scrunched his nose.

"It's gonna be great!" See, your mother and I haven't had much success with ectoplasmic based adhesive in the past, but after studying its behaviour at high velocity under varying degrees of impact force..."

Danny rolled his eyes. It could be so difficult to get his father to stay on a topic that wasn't whatever his latest ghost invention was.

"Dad, would it bother you if you saw Vlad using his ghost powers?" Danny interrupted his rambling.

"What do you mean, Son?" Jack frowned.

"I know you and Mom don't hate Vlad or anything for being half-gho-"

"Of course we don't hate Vladdie!" Jack made an offended expression "He's our best friend!"

"Yeah I know, but I mean like, wouldn't it wig you out to see him flying around or sticking his arm through something? Like, how'd you feel when you first saw him transform?"

"Well I suppose it was a little startling." Jack said "But Vladdie had only really told us about his powers less than a minute ago, so you can't really blame me for being shocked. Your mother and you kids were pretty shaken too, if I recall correctly. Heck, you and your friends barely said a word the whole drive home!"

"Uh...yup! That's right! Totally shocked!" Danny laughed nervously.

"But once your mother and I talked things out, and I got a good night's sleep to think it over, I was able to...what's the word Jazz uses? 'Process' the situation. Sure, it's a little strange that Vlad's got ghostly abilities, but the fact is he does and he's our friend, so we're just going to have to get used to it. Simple as that. The lesson here Danny is that when your problems seem too strange and impossible to figure out, get a good night's sleep. That's something my father taught me. Your brain does amazing things while you're sleeping. Can't tell you how many times I've gone to bed thinking I'd have to scrap some glitchy invention, only to wake up knowing exactly how to fix it!"

Danny wasn't sure he believed his dad. How could Vlad turning out to be half-ghost be so simple for him? Seeing your best friend using the same abilities as the creatures you've hated and hunted obsessively for years had to be a weird, right? Like, at least a little?

"What's got you asking about Vladdie so much anyway, Son?"

"Oh uh, no reason. Just curious."

Jack smiled softly at Danny and put a hand on his shoulder.

"Danny, if Vlad's ghost powers freak you out, you should know you have nothing to worry about. I know he might have looked a little intimidating when he fought that lake monster, but looks are just looks, and despite how Vlad might have looked, he's isn't actually a ghost, so-"

"Ew Dad, you're soaking through my shirt!" Danny pushed Jack's soapy hand off of his shoulder "And I'm not scared of Vlad. I haven't even been scared of ghosts since I was seven."

"Well that's good to hear then." Jack gave Danny's back a strong pat before resuming his scrubbing. "Because there's absolutely no reason to be afraid of Vladdie. And there's gonna be absolutely no reason to be afraid of ghosts anymore once I finish The Fenton Ghost Gooer!"

Danny smiled as his dad started to explain his latest invention.

If nothing else, Jack Fenton was genuine. If he said he didn't have a problem with Vlad's ghost powers, then he meant it.

So why was some small part of Danny still so hesitate?

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"Aim left! Left!" Tucker cried.

Their entire view was obscured by an explosion before a metallic skull appeared on the computer screen with the words Game Over overlaying it.

"Okay, that might have been a little too left."

"Y'know," Valerie said "I just don't think this game is for me."

"Aw come on, you were way better that time."

"Was I?"

"I mean, you almost made it past level one. That's an improvement!"

Valerie did not look impressed.

"You know, I really thought your ghost hunting skills would translate directly to DOOMED. It's basically the same mechanics."

"What're you talking about? Aiming a real blaster is waay smoother then trying to line up your sight with that thing." Valerie pointed at the computer mouse like it was something offensive.

"Aw well," Tucker shrugged "Can't say you didn't try."

"Indeed." Valerie checked her watch "I'd better get going. Sorry DOOMED didn't work out."

"S'all good." Tucker waved his hand "I still got Danny and Sam to play with. We've got loads of other stuff we can try doing together."

"Alright, but I'm choosing the next date activity." Valerie smiled.

"Sounds good." Tucker frowned "Wait, this was a date?"

"I'm pretty sure this counts?"

"Oh, if that's the case, I feel kind of bad making you spend a date playing a video game you didn't enjoy."

"I mean, I did enjoy watching you freak out every time one of those robot bat things showed up."

"They suck up your health! It's imperative to get rid of them as fast as possible before they become too beefy! Sure, they're pretty harmless if you kill them right away, but it's insane that the developers put an enemy that's capable of getting so powerful at level one!"

"See that," Valerie smiled as she swung her backpack over her shoulder "That's weirdly charming. Now I really got to go. See you tomorrow."

"See you!" Tucker called back. Valerie had officially been over enough times that he didn't need to show her out anymore.

And now that she was gone, it was time for DOOMED with Danny.

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Pow! Pow!

"Oh my gosh it's satisfying watching an enemy actually get hit." Tucker said over the voice chat. His parents had gotten him a mic set for his birthday.

"I take it DOOMED with Valerie didn't go well?" Danny's asked.

"Dude, she is so bad! Uh, don't tell her I said that."

"Ha ha, I won't. It's weird, though. Considering her ghost hunting skills, I figured she'd be great at this game."

"I thought so too, but nope! It was like that time we watched my little cousin play Mario at my eleventh birthday party."

"Ugh, why'd you bring that up? That was a genuinely painful experience."

"So was watching Valerie play!"

They continued to play in near silence for a while, only talking to warn each other of an approaching enemy.

Just as Tucker was getting ready to call it, Danny spoke:

"Thanks for hanging out tonight, Tuck. I think I needed this."

"Hey, no problem man. Is something going on?" Tucker asked casually. He very much knew that there was a lot going on with Danny, but he figured between Sam and Jazz, Danny didn't need another person smothering him.

That being said, Tucker was still worried about his best friend. He could hardly help it.

"I'm just stressed about telling my parents." Danny paused to blast an approaching spider "I know they're gonna accept me, but the idea of actually telling them is still pretty terrifying. I know it's not a big thing, just two sentences or whatever, but it still feels like the most monumental thing I've ever done."

"Honestly, I think that's pretty reasonable. I know you know they'll be cool, but this is still the biggest secret you've ever kept. Makes sense you're wigged out about finally letting go."

"Yeah, ha ha. I'll figure it out eventually, though. Hopefully. Anyway, one more round?"

"Sure thing Dude."

They were interrupted by the notification sound effect of another player joining.

"Hey, poetry slam ended earlier than I thought it would. You two still playing?" Sam asked.

"Yeah, but we're just doing one last round." Danny replied.

"That's fine. Still gives me enough time for me to hand you both your own butts."

Tucker was pretty sure he could hear Sam's smug grin through his headset.

"Don't think your victory's so assured, Sam." Tucker said "I've been working on a new strategy that'll knock your socks clean off!"

"Ooh! I'm shaking in my rank three crusher boots with bonus spike damage."

Despite Tucker's trash talk, he'd gotten used to losing a while ago. It was just fun to pretend he might one day outrank Sam.

Mostly he was just happy that Danny was getting a break.

...and also the opportunity to test out his new poison upgrade.

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Danny sighed with relief as he dropped the last of the rags into The Fenton Washing Machine. Not all of the ectoplasm from his parents catapult experiment had made it into the The Containment Tank, and Danny still wasn't having any luck convincing Jazz to swap chores with him.

Danny had just turned the washer on when his ghost sense went off. With a loud groan, Danny turned and glared at the portal. He felt every muscle in his body relax when Vlad floated out.

"Do you somehow just know when I've just finished cleaning the lab?" Danny was too exhausted to muster up a polite greeting "If you're looking for my parents, they're actually out right now. My dad realized we were out of fudge after dinner, and he almost died when he saw we weren't stocked up on baking ingredients."

"I can practically hear Jack's panicked voice." Vlad grinned "But it's actually you I'm after." Vlad said.

"Oh. Really?"

"Yes. Although Jack and Maddie seem relatively comfortable with my ghostly side, I don't think it'd be a good idea to just fly into their lab through the portal as a ghost. I don't think I'm ready for that yet."

"Fair. How'd it go with them yesterday anyway?"

"Rather well, all things considered. Being so open about my abilities with them has certainly been a...mental adjustment after decades of secrecy and hiding, but as I said they really do seem to have taken it rather well."

"That's good to hear." Danny smiled. Hearing Vlad say that made him feel lighter inside. "So what'd you want to talk to me about?"

"I wanted to inquire about your plans to tell your parents about your accident." Vlad said. The lightness in Danny vanished "I assume you haven't already?"

"Uh...no, I...have not done that yet." Danny hoped Vlad couldn't tell how dry his mouth was.

Vlad frowned.

"You seem rather perturbed Daniel. Do you...not want to tell them?"

"I do!" Danny said quickly "Really! It just...never seems like the right time, I guess."

"You guess?"

Danny sighed.

"You know, things aren't terrible right now." Danny rubbed the back of his neck "I guess it's just...I don't really know what will happen when I tell them. I mean, I know they won't banish me to The Ghost Zone or dissect me or whatever, but things are going to..be different, you know? And honestly, that kind of scares me. I guess I was too busy worrying about what could go wrong to think about what would happen if things went right, so I really don't know what to expect."

Vlad's eyes softened with sympathy.

"As they say, misery is comfortable."

"What? No, that's stupid. I hate being miserable, everyone does."

"Daniel you just told me that a part of you would rather live in a house with two people who are trying to hunt you, surrounded by hazardous devices, than tell your parents about your ghost part."

"No, that's- I mean...huh."

"I do understand how you're feeling." Vlad said. "Now that your parents know about my powers, I was more than a tad nervous to come down here yesterday, and there is a reason I stalled telling them until the end of the trip. But, as someone who's been where you are, I can confidently say things are better now that they know. Even with all the unknown elements."

"I know things'll be better," Danny said "It's just so weird to think how much one little conversation can change."

"Things are going to change. It might be a bit awkward with your parents at first, I won't lie. The idea of being in my ghost form around Jack and Maddie still makes me...apprehensive, and I'm not sure I'll feel comfortable with it any time soon. For all I know, I may never."

"Well that's comforting."

"But I'm not scared of my best friends shooting me anymore, so that's a plus." Vlad grinned "Kind of outweighs having to deal with the awkwardness, if you ask me."

"Yeah," Danny laughed half-heartedly "I suppose it would."

"You want my advice? Tell them tonight."

"Tonight!?" Danny almost had a heart attack

"Yes tonight. Not telling Jack and Maddie sooner has been my biggest regret. You know you want to do this. Save yourself the unnecessary worry and just get it done."

Danny thought about it. He supposed Vlad's logic was sound, and if there was anyone he should listen to for tips on telling his parents they were half-ghost it was him, but the thought of doing it so soon made him dizzy. He knew he'd been stalling, but he needed a little more time to prepare than that.

"I'll do it tomorrow night." he said, sounding much firmer than he felt.

"Well I say never put off till tomorrow what can be done today," Vlad shrugged "But the decision is yours. Good luck Little Badger!"

With that, Vlad flew backwards through the portal, leaving Danny alone with his thoughts.

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Tucker had to stop himself from cheering as the lunch lady finished scooping the casserole of the day onto his tray. In his opinion, it was insanely cruel of the faculty to schedule his biweekly PE period right before lunch. As if gym class wasn't long enough!

He quickly found Sam in their usual spot and took a seat across from her.

"Where's Danny?" Tucker asked before shoving a large spoonful of casserole into his mouth. It was tomato and ground beef with macaroni noodle today.

"Give you three guesses and two of them don't count." Sam replied.

"Ah." Tucker swallowed "Was it The Box Ghost again?"

"Nah, I'm pretty sure it was Klemper. Danny said something about frozen toilets."

"Ooh, maybe Danny should let him keep going for a bit! I think they have to cancel school if the toilets don't work."

"Tucker, broken plumbing facilities in a building with over five hundred people could pose a serious problem. Do you know how many students here have bladder issues?"

"Okay jeez, I was only joking."

There was a brief silence as the two of them started to eat their lunches.

"I really could've used you with Danny the other day, you know." Sam said "It's like you don't even care that your best friend's about to tell his parents the biggest secret of his life."

"What? Sam, of course I care. I'm worried about Danny too, but there's no point in pushing him if he's not ready yet."

Sam was about to angrily retort, but she stopped herself, the conversation with Danny replaying in her head.

Why was she so angry at Tucker? Sure, it was kind of annoying he hadn't backed her up, but she had to admit his logic wasn't totally unreasonable.

"I guess." she relented. It felt weird admitting Tucker was right so easily.

Wait, why did that feel so weird? They were friends, best friends. It shouldn't take so much restraint just to agree with each other about something so minor.

Danny was right. Something was wrong.

Not that it was all Sam's doing, Tucker could be annoying and insensitive. A lot of the time, in fact.

But was Sam maybe...not always interpreting his intentions in the best light? Just maybe?

A lot of mixed thoughts were going through Sam's head, but one thing she knew for sure was that if they wanted to fix what was going on, someone had to start somewhere.

"Hey, um, I just wanted to say I'm...sorry I teased you about Valerie so much. You told me to stop and I didn't, even though I should have."

Tucker blinked, completely taken aback by her sudden apology. It probably didn't help that she'd been giving him the gears less than a minute ago.

Admittedly, that might have been a weird place to start, but it was the first thing Sam thought of, and Sam was the kind of person who liked to start fixing a problem as soon as possible.

She just hoped Tucker wouldn't make fun of her apology for revenge.

"Uh...no hard feelings." Tucker said, his shocked expression morphing into a grin "In fact, since you apologized, and I'm such a gracious friend, I promise I won't make as much fun of you when you get your embarrassing first crush." Tucker winked and did finger guns.

Sam felt a flash of annoyance. Of course, Tucker didn't know she was aromantic, chances were he didn't even know what 'aromantic' meant, so Sam knew it wasn't fair for her to be mad at him.

Well, she had just decided she wanted to fix the kink in their friendship, and an important part of friendship was being able to trust your friends with your secrets...

"Actually...I don't think I'll ever get a crush." Sam said.

"Aww, come on. I know being gloomy's your thing, but I'm sure someday you'll-"

"No Tucker, I'm aromantic."

"Oh. Um, what's that?"

"It means I don't get crushes, and I'm never going to fall in love. Ever." Sam crossed her arms "And before you try to give me another pitying platitude, I'm actually quite happy with this development."

"Okay, but how do you know you'll never fall in love?" Tucker asked.

Anger burned in Sam.

"Ugh!" she threw up her hands "This is exactly why I didn't want to tell you!"

She knew this would happen! She knew Tucker wouldn't take her seriously! She knew he'd-

"No no no no wait, I totally believe you!" Tucker threw up his hands defensively "I just meant, like, how'd you figure it out? I'm sorry, I didn't realize how that would sound! I didn't mean it like that, I promise!"

The fire in Sam instantly died.

"You...really believe me?"

"Of course. Why wouldn't I?"

"Because people are never taken seriously when they say they aren't interested in romance. I've lost count of the number of movies I've seen where someone says they're happy being single, but by the end they've started a relationship with someone and everyone's acting like they're 'fixed' now." Sam unconsciously clenched her fists. She'd never realized that that trope bothered her so much until right now. "Plus you specifically never take anything I say seriously."

"What? Yes I do! What are you talking about?"

"Well you weren't exactly the most supportive of my menu update at the start of the year."

"Sam, you literally forced everyone in the school to change to a very niche diet. You gotta admit that's a little extreme."

"Okay fine, maybe that wasn't my best idea. But it feels like ever since then, you've never tried to help me with my world-improving projects. You don't even really listen to my ideas. Like, the world's on fire, and all my friends, family, and fellow students ever seem to want to do about it is laugh at me for trying to fix things!"

The passion in Sam's voice sobered Tucker's normally humorous attitude.

"I didn't think you cared what other people said about you." he said.

"I don't." Sam looked defiantly into Tucker's eyes "I'm an activist to try and make the world a better place, I'm not interested in this for personal glory." Sam gaze shifted away from Tucker's face and she crossed her arms over her body "But y'know, I...might care a little bit what my best friends say about me."

"Oh." Tucker looked away too. "I...I guess that makes sense."

There was a long silence.

"So...how did you figure it out?" Tucker asked "I mean, if you like girls then you figure it out by liking a girl and vice versa, but there isn't really a sign if you don't like anybody, so how do you know you won't like anybody ever?"

Sam raised an eyebrow at Tucker.

"N-not saying you're wrong about saying you're aromantic! Or that anybody else is! I'm really just curious, I swear! Actually you know what, you don't have answer that. I probably shouldn't have even asked."

Tucker proceeded to shove an entire handful of tater tots in his mouth. Sam was pretty sure it was to stop himself from rambling any more. It was a very Tucker thing to do. She might've laughed if Tucker's question hadn't been making her think so hard.

Sam wasn't offended by the question, she knew Tucker was a curious person who meant it genuinely, it was just a difficult question to answer.

"I don't know." Sam admitted "It just...feels right. I don't know how to explain it any better. The idea of not falling in love feels like it fits better than the typical romantic ideas everyone's always pushing, and like, when I read about some of the experiences of other aromantic people I've found online, it just feels so right. Like someone finally gets it. I can't really explain it much better than that, but I just know it's true that I'm not going to fall in love."

"I guess it's like getting a crush." Tucker mused "You can't really explain it, you just kind of know."

Sam frowned. She didn't think it was exactly like that, but she could see that Tucker was trying to be understanding. Not to mention she had just told herself she was going to try and be more civil with him.

"Uh, maybe." she said "Honestly, the idea was kind of weird at first, but the more time goes on, the more I actually really like knowing I'm aro. It's great. Figuring that out feels like scratching an itch I didn't even know I had."

"I definitely get that."

"You do?"

Tucker felt his heart skip a beat.

"I...think I might be bi." Tucker said.

"Yeah? Good for you." Sam gave Tucker a small but genuine smile.

Tucker felt his whole body relax.

Wait, why was he so relieved? He hadn't felt this tense when he was telling Danny or Valerie.

Maybe Danny was on to something about him and Sam...

"You okay over there?" Sam asked.

"Yeah, just uh, thinking about some stuff. You don't seem surprised."

"Tucker, remember the drive in Danny's RV to Vlad's cottage?"

"Oh yeah. I kind of hoped everyone had forgotten about that nightmare."

"I mean, I had planned on never mentioning it again ever, but I don't think I could forget it if I tried. But hey, at least I figured out my romantic orientation. So that's pretty cool." Sam shrugged casually.

"I wish I felt as confident about being bi as you do about being...what was it?"

"Aromantic. Aro for short."

"Aro, got it. I mean, I'm warming up to the idea of being bi, but it's been quite the adjustment for my brain. At first it felt like I maybe wasn't even allowed to call myself that."

"Why not?"

"I mean, I for sure do get crushes on guys sometimes, but it really isn't a lot of the time. I'm really mostly into girls, so sometimes it kind of feels like I'm trying to claim something I'm not sure I have any right to."

"So what? You gotta like 'this many' boys to be bi? And who exactly is checking that?"

Tucker laughed a little before continuing.

"Yeah, I know it sounds kind of ridiculous. I have been feeling more comfortable calling myself as bi the longer I've thought about it, but I still can't quite shake this feeling that at some random moment someone's gonna jump out and call me out on it."

"Don't worry," Sam picked up her milk carton and drained the last of it "If anyone even tries to imply you're not 'bi enough' or whatever, I'll just have a nice little chat with them."

Sam finished her statement by crushing the empty milk carton in her hand, all five of her nails leaving gashes in cardboard.

Tucker was going to laugh at Sam's joke, but the carton-crushing demonstration ad actually been genuinely intimidating (Sam was pretty good at being intimidating), so the noise he ended up making was somewhere between a laugh and a yelp.

Sam nearly jumped out of her seat.

"How did you even make that sound?" she asked.

"I don't know, and I don't think I could make it again if I tried."

Sam laughed.

It was actually really nice hearing her laugh like that. Tucker couldn't recall the last time Sam had laughed at one of his jokes.

That might have had something to do with the fact that a lot of his jokes were made at her expense.

Like, a lot of them.

Tucker honestly couldn't remember the last time he'd really gone out of his way to be nice to Sam. Not since the meat incident.

This was not a comfortable realization.

"Hey Sam," Tucker wasn't exactly sure how to say what he wanted to say, but he knew he had to say something "I'm sorry I haven't been taking you seriously lately. I know I haven't exactly been the best listener. Don't get me wrong, some of you ideas are insane and I want no part in them, but I'm gonna at least start trying taking them seriously now. I'll start taking you seriously, I promise."

Sam was slightly taken aback. She hadn't expected an apology from Tucker, and she hadn't realized how much she'd wanted to hear that until he said it.

"Wow," she started to say "I really-"

"Hey, sorry I'm late." Danny suddenly appeared and sat down beside Sam. Tucker genuinely wasn't sure whether they just hadn't notice him approach, or if he'd snuck in ghost-style.

"It's all good du-" Tucker paused when he noticed the apprehensive look in Danny's eyes "You okay? You look like something's up."

Danny took a long breath.

"Are you two free to come over tonight?"

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Walking down the basement stairs felt like walking through molasses. Not because it was slow, but because each step seemed to take a monumental amount of effort. The journey was actually over surprisingly quickly.

Danny wondered if there was any way he could have lengthened it.

His parents hadn't noticed his descent, both of them deeply absorbed in...whatever giant metal contraption they were working on. Danny didn't really care right now.

He walked up to his parents and loudly cleared his throat, causing them both to snap their heads up.

"H-hey Mom, Dad."

"Hey Danny!" his father set his wrench down to wave at him "How was school?"

"Uh, g-good. School was good."

"Did you need something, Sweetie?" Maddie frowned, sensing his nervousness.

Danny rubbed the back of his neck.

"Um yeah, I kind of...have something to tell you. It's...about the accident I had with the ghost portal."

Jack and Maddie's faces immediately turned serious.

"Danny," Maddie said gently "

"Yeah, I know, I know. That's not it though. It's..."

Danny took a deep breath.

And just jumped in.

"It made me...like Vlad."

"Like...Vlad?" Maddie raised an eyebrow.

"Half-ghost. The portal made me half-ghost. I have ghost powers like Vlad."

There was a beat of silence. Maddie and Jack looked at each other briefly and turned back to Danny.

"Now Son," Jack smiled "I know you two both had ghost portal accidents, but there's no way our portal affected you in the same extreme way. Sure, maybe you've been having minor side effects-"

"That you should have told us about earlier." Maddie cut in sternly.

"What your mother said. But there's no way you could have been affected as drastically as Vlad. You don't even-"

Jack was cut off by two blinding rings of light splitting around Danny's waist, turning him into the ghostly version of himself.

The sight made both of his parents go slack-jawed.

Maybe it had been a bit much to transform without warning, but after weeks of stalling and months of hesitation, Danny had run out of patience.

"I'm half-ghost like Vlad." he repeated, summoning the rings and transforming back.

It was shockingly easy to say. Although walking down the basement stairs had been torture, once he'd started talking, it had felt weirdly natural to just keep going, like he was just telling them what score he'd gotten on a math test. Danny had expected more resistance.

Telling Jazz had been harder.

"Y-you really are like Vlad..." Jack's voice was almost a whisper.

Oh right, their reaction. The beating of Danny's heart instantly washed away the peace he'd been feeling.

This was actually much worse than telling Jazz.

"Y-yeah?"

"Danny?" Maddie's voice was strained "How long have you...been like Vlad?"

"Since the first day." I...walked out of the portal looking like that. I just managed to transform back before you and Dad came back."

"Jack," Maddie put a hand on the work bench to steady herself "I thought you said you tested thoroughly for any mutations or contaminations!"

"Of course I did, Madds! I did a DNA test and everything and couldn't find any indication of..."

Jack suddenly stopped talking. He and Maddie snapped their heads to Danny as if they'd suddenly remembered he was there.

"All those months..." Maddie pulled down her hood, revealing eyes filled with horror "Listening to us going on and on about capturing and dissecting ghosts...oh! No wonder you didn't tell us! You must've been scared half to death."

Danny almost laughed at his mother's choice of words, but he was still too tense to move. He knew his parents weren't going to hurt him, but for some reason he felt like he was in trouble.

"Oh, baby." Maddie wrapped Danny in a hug. She kissed his forehead and rubbed his back.

"Y-you guys aren't mad?"

"Mad?" his father said. "Danno, I don't blame you one bit. I'd have been scared out of my britches too if I was in your position and I heard my parents talking about ghosts the way your mother and I do."

He came over and wrapped his arms around Danny and Maddie.

"We love you kiddo." he said "And we're both so proud of you for telling us."

Maddie squeezed Danny harder.

Danny felt his muscles relax and his heart slow back to normal.

He'd done it. He'd really done it.

Honestly, Danny didn't know how he felt right now. It was weirdly quiet in his head.

But one thing Danny knew for sure was that it felt good to finally have to stop hiding.

This was good.

Danny smiled and hugged his parents back.

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Sam, Tucker, and Jazz all sat at the kitchen table, none of them daring to speak. They'd all been counting the seconds since Danny had gone down the stairs. It had only been two minutes, but it had been a very long two minutes.

The only sound being made was Tucker tapping his knuckles on the table. Sam very much wanted to ask him to stop, but she also didn't want to be the first one to speak.

"Do you think we should go down and check on him?" Tucker asked, his hand finally stilling.

"I'm sure he's fine, just be patient." Despite her grounded words, Sam's anxiety leaked into her voice.

"Sam's right." Jazz said firmly "We're all worried, but this is Danny's moment, so it's our job to be his support and remain fluid enough to react to what he needs depending on which way the situation goes. The best way to do that we have to remain calm and-"

The basement door began to open. Jazz was on her feet in an instant.

"Where's Danny?! Is he okay?!"

"Calm down Jazz, everything's good. Great actually."

Danny's voice was light and full of joy. He didn't even sound annoyed at Jazz's excessive worrying.

Jazz's shoulder's instantly relaxed and she went over to stand by her family. Sam and Tucker awkwardly followed.

"So they...all know?" Maddie said, gesturing to the room.

"Yeah." Danny smiled "No more secrets."

Despite how nice a moment this was, it was also kind of an awkward one. Everyone appreciated how hard it had been for Danny to get here, and they were all feeling the relief, but the question of 'now what do we do?' went unspoken amongst them all.

"I...brought a cake." Sam said.

"Really?" Danny asked, surprised.

"Well, if you don't want it..."

"No, I definitely do, I just...why did you get a cake?"

"Well I didn't really know what the proper protocol was for when your best friend tells his parents he's half-ghost, but a cake seemed like, maybe appropriate?" Sam shrugged.

Danny went over to the white box on the table and lifted the cover.

"Congratulations On The Thing With Your Parents?"

"Tucker's was in charge of the writing."

"I didn't see you pitching in any ideas for a tasteful message that would fit on a cake and not attract suspicion from the cake decorator."

"My contribution was paying for the cake."

"Aw, that was such a lovely gesture, you two." Maddie beamed "Jazz, could you get the plates out? Let's serve this bad boy up!"

"I call the first piece!" Jack said.

"Now Jack, considering the occasion, I think it's only appropriate that Danny gets the first piece."

"Oh, alright." Jack smiled at Danny and patted his shoulder "I suppose that's fair. But I get the second piece, since I called it!"

"Jack..." Maddie said disapprovingly.

"Dad can have the first piece. I don't mind, I know how he gets." Danny said. He was just glad that things were still normal. Sure, his parents probably still had some adjusting to do, but they still saw him as the same Danny he was before, and that was big enough of a relief. "But I'm getting a corner piece."

Honestly though, Danny could've had to give away the entire cake and it wouldn't have killed his mood.

It was finally over. He didn't have to hide or make his friends lie for him anymore. Not to the people who mattered, anyway.

Danny continued to stare at his mom after she handed him a piece of cake and began cutting one for his dad.

He was still nervous abut what the future held for his family's dynamic, but for the first time he also felt excited to find out.

But for now he was just going to enjoy his cake.

#danny phantom #dp #dp fanfic #danny phantom fanfic #fisp #my writing #my fanfic #friends in strange places

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thepeachyouhadtopick · 1 year

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ANYTHING BUT ORDINARY | Chapter One

Summary: Ell Rose is a famous musician from England. Desperate to break America with her new album, and after the shocking breakdown of her previous relationship, she has left the UK and moved to LA. Soon enough, her best friend Steve-O introduces her to his ‘Jackass’ colleagues, bringing Ell some surprising attention, and, ultimately, a whole new chapter in her life.

Notes: Ell is an original character. The timeline of Jackass is as accurate as possible, however this is an AU where Stephanie Hodge is still part of the group, Johnny hasn’t been married or had kids, Ryan doesn’t die, Bam doesn’t get thrown out of the group. Please take any other changes with a pinch of salt as things may have been altered to fit the narrative. Any other famous people mentioned are as accurate as possible but again may have things changed to suit the story. Any music by Ell mentioned in this is real music as I find that they're a good fit to Ell's story and personality, this is just an AU where they are by Ell. A link to any music mentioned - either songs by Ell or other songs soundtracking the story - will be at the top of each chapter. The story will most likely have mentions of sex, drugs, alcohol, a previous unhappy relationship, mental illness, self-harm, plus the usual injury mentions that you’d expect with a Jackass fic, so I will update tags accordingly. For those here for Johnny Knoxville, I'm afraid he doesn't actually appear in this chapter but he is in the next one so stay tuned!

April 2000. A perfectly nice day. Ell Rose was stuck deep in some songwriting - notebooks of lyrics, screwed up paper and musical instruments strewn across her LA apartment as she pieced together a brand new song. Her laptop was open in front of her, and she’d just received a new email from her record label.

‘Just not quite there yet, sorry’ read the email.

Another rejection - she’d lost count of how many times she’d been told to rework her latest track for her second album.

Slamming her laptop lid closed with frustration, Ell grabbed her skateboard and stormed out of the front door of her apartment, tears pricking her eyes. Her dream was dying, everyone around her seemingly totally against her. She was sick of nothing being right for anyone else, and she wished she had the nerve to leave her label. But if she did that, she’d have to move back home with her tail between her legs. She couldn’t face that, not after the break up as well. It already hurt enough, but to go back and be so physically closer to him again made her terrified. Ell felt so lonely in LA, everyone seemed fake, happy to be around her until they got what they wanted whether that was money, drugs, or a quick fuck. Just like being back in the UK, really. As she skated through the streets of Hollywood all she wanted to do at this moment was ride headfirst straight through a window.

But she didn’t. Instead she sped round a couple of corners to the only other place in LA that she currently felt happy. Her friend Steve-O’s place. She was glad to at least have one real friend out here, and even though he was one of the dumbest guys she had ever met, he was also enormously caring and supportive of her.

#johnny knoxville #jackass #johnny knoxville x ofc #johnny knoxville / original female character #johnny knoxville angst #steve-o #johnny knoxville fluff

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unohanabbygirl · 1 year

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So for HIPS it’s seems that in the latest chapter the greens/baratheons have been pretty successful in squashing the truth about Aemond’s assault on Luke at Storms End, but I was wondering if you could shed some light on Daeron’s character? He’s so loyal to the greens but also (at least I would imagine) faithful to the Seven as much as Alicent or Aemond is. Would the crime/sin of r*pe turn him against the greens/Aemond when it is revealed what happened even a little bit? What would happen if in the middle of the war he overheard Borros talking about Aemond’s rut and the chase? It would just be really interesting for Alicent/Daeron turn against Aemond for a major sin and for what is seen to be a crime against the Maiden.

(On a separate note, does the marriage pact still exist or did Borros end it after seeing how violent Aemond was? I can’t imagine Borros’ wife would agree to a marriage after witnessing what Aemond was like in rut. I feel like all the daughters would be septas rather than allow Aemond to touch them)

Daeron is a character I find interesting because he’s so different from his siblings. Unlike the other Targtower kids he grew up in Oldtown away from Alicent, Cole, and Otto’s destructive ways. While he’s just as much a follower of the faith as Alicent is, the key difference between the two is that he isn’t a hypocrite nor likely to make exceptions/excuses for his brothers sins.

The faith regards omegas as beings to be loved and protected since they’re the ‘ultimate givers’ of life and carved in the mothers image. Committing an act as horrible as r*pe onto an omega is seen as unforgivable no matter the context. So, when Daeron eventually finds out what Aemond did it’s all the fuel he would need to drop his loyalty to the green fraction.

In his mind it would be a slap in the face to everything he believes in to fight alongside a r*pist even if he was out of his mind with rut sickness. And while I don’t see Daeron switching to side with the blacks since Daemon is the reason his nephew is dead and Helaena is basically comatose, he would back out of the fight and announce himself Switzerland.

Alicent is a bit trickier because while she’s a devoted follower of the Seven, she can very well be a hypocrite at times. Not to mention her soft spot for Aemond. If anything she’d be disgusted with him yet her love and internalized hatred for her own sex/dynamic would lead her to believing the assault was somehow Luke’s fault as a way to rationalize things without facing the whole truth.

As for the marriage pact it’s still technically in place but nothing has actually gone forward. Mostly because Borros is a shitty man who believes in the supremacy of alpha’s and the idea of his daughter marrying a prime is like hitting the jackpot. However his wife is very against it after witnessing what happened which has put them in this state of constant arguing.

Just as you said, seeing Aemond lose himself to his rut like an animal was a terrifying experience and the girls would rather swear a vow of chastity than have a husband prone to such violence.

#asks

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daydadahlias · 1 year

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Latest Magnolia chapter has been read, so here’s my thoughts/things that stood out.

Crystal is savage! The purse chihuahua & tote bag corgi made me laugh.

‘Like if a VW bus were a person.’ Yea, the hippie camper van.

Ash saving Duke from Moose and South ❤️ and then Duke not even being hostile, that’s meant to be! I loved the drawing of this moment, very beautiful.

The way Ash never even says ‘wife’ let alone her name, just ‘she’ and ‘her’ is kinda sad. They were best friends! Though their marriage and following divorce might have changed that.

Poor Cal hearing the word ‘commando.’ 😅

‘And me marry some random girl and let her live a life I knew she’d hate?’ That sounds like some sort of confession from our Ash…

Mildly unrelated to the fic except for the daddy kink: I saw an article about Pedro Pascal in which he was referred to as daddy. A woman commented she’s his age and therefore could not call him dad. I couldn’t control my fingers and told her she could still call him daddy though. As expected, it went over her head. 😇

Cal is so possessive! 😅 ‘My Mississippi boy’ and ‘he’s the one putting his underwear in the dryer while Ashton eats rainbow sprinkle-covered ice cream, so take that, losers.’

‘Like him? I want a fucking batch of him.’ Yea, me too, Luke. And yay to Michael warming up to him as well. 😊

Cal calling Brandy a harlot like it’s a term of endearment rather than an insult. Well, maybe in their world it is.

Oh damn, Michael and his ‘you will be missed.’ Both savage and funny.

Aww, proposed trip to Luke’s store. Poor Ash will be blushing and sweating through his top.

Lastly, as this is so much longer than expected, would you mind to mention the word count of each chapter? I’ll read it anyway, but I’m a slow and easily distracted reader who’s also stubborn about only starting to read around midnight, so it takes me forever to finish. Maybe a 6k ‘warning’ might make me choose a better time to read. 💟

i thought tote bag corgi was very funny <3

and any chance I have to compare Ashton to Fillmore from Cars, I will be taking.

Io's drawing was beautiful!!!! it was so cute <3 and dogs are the best judge of character

it's important for me as a ~writer~ to never have Ash say her name. and there's reasons for that and whatnot and hopefully they'll expose themselves more as the fic goes on <3 (bc yeah, that was a bit of a confession)

the pedro pascal daddy thing is very interesting to me for a plethora of reasons i should not go into here but <33 love that guy <33

i am nothing if not a fan of possessive characters (as long as they arent assholes about it)

in their world, it's endearing <3

i'll say that, lastly, I've never included word count for chapters before but I went ahead and added the word count of the chapters at the bottom of each and I'll keep doing that throughout the fic! that way, you can click to the end notes and see and gauge for yourself if you have time. I will say, though, that all the chapters are and have been 10-15k so I don't really know where the "longer than expected" thing is coming from. but, yeah !! consider it added <3

#MiM spoilers #made in magnolia spoilers #pigeon #anon #i usually kind of expect readers to take that on themselves to figure out what they can and cannot be reading at one time #i mean i think readers are capable of seeing that the fic was 57k last week and now it's 72k #and also seeing how short or long the scroll bar is #also if you're subscribed to the fic it does tell you chapter by chapter word count just as an aside #but it has been added!! and i'll try to remember it for this weekend (i will not be adding it to the tumblr post)#i just dont usually like adding the word count for chapters bc formatting stuff and my brain finds it yucky #<3

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So I got a question. Since it's briefly mentioned in the latest chapter of ItFoS, what would the royal couple think of the human concept of renewing their vows? And if they go along with the idea, would it be short and sweet or would they try to make it the renewal wedding of the millennium? Please give all the details you can.

Oooh~! Well, Mothra thinks the concept is absolutely darling; what could be sweeter and more romantic than a couple reaffirming the sacred vows they made on marriage? Goji gets to thinking about it and remembers the "marriage ceremony" he had with Mothra so long ago -- they'd met at one of the poles where the night sky was alive with nebulae and the aurora, so that their bioluminescence danced across the snow and water.

Goji was younger and brasher back then but was struck dumb seeing Mothra dancing elegantly before him in a courtship display, her wings glowing with dazzling light and colors. This was his first time seriously committing himself to a mate and so Goji was a bit nervous, a young bull doing his best to reciprocate the performance for a much older and more experienced female, and a fellow Alpha at that. Fortunately Mothra found his nervousness and earnest efforts one more thing to adore, and so the two were "married" in the Titan fashion.

After some centuries they enjoyed a second marriage ceremony, this time in human guise; they'd seen ancient human weddings and Mothra was so charmed by the idea that they decided "why not" and arranged for a small, private ceremony since they didn't have many human friends (or at least Goji didn't) and it would feel awkward to plan a grand ceremony in front of so many strangers.

Fast-forward to ItFoS times; maybe after humanity at large is gradually made aware of the fact that Titans can take human form, Mothra and Goji learn about vow renewal ceremonies and get to work planning their first real, proper royal wedding they haven't had yet. And since this is in modern times, they decide to indulge and go all out; they don't mind if things don't go perfectly and will take mistakes in stride, they want it to be a memorable event, warts and all. Thanks to Maia Simmons pulling some strings, they even get their own tailors to custom make their wedding clothes and a jeweler to make the rings.

Suffice to say, it's the royal wedding that blows all other weddings away. Goji, looking so dashing and handsome, looks up the aisle and gets teary-eyed seeing his gorgeous wife in a stunning gown that's not the traditional white but an eye-catching red. Anyone who'd complain about a red wedding dress ends up eating their words seeing the queen approach her husband. After being pronounced man and wife and sharing the kiss, Goji throws his stoicism to the wind and sweeps Mothra off her feet into a bridal carry and spins her with a big and happy laugh.

(I'm gonna say that Kong is actually going to be Goji's best man and if not Vivienne then fellow Titan queen Barb could be Mothra's maid of honor; both instances of them burying their respective hatchets. Who catches the bouquet? I'll leave that up to you guys!)

#lordofthefans #mosugoji #in the footsteps of shamhat

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steddieficlets · 1 year

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Title: Age Is Just A Number, Babe.

Pairing: Steddie, background ronance, oc x Steve.

Rating: SFW for now. Will change to NSFW later.

Tags for this chapter: age gap ( Eddie is 26, Steve is 40, although Eddie isn't featured in this chapter. It's more of a pre-warning), angst, fluff, bisexual Steve Harrington, stobin bromance, lesbian Robin Buckley, lesbian Nancy Wheeler, idealisation of the American dream, sex talk, silver fox Steve Harrington, male biphobia.

Summary: Steve Harrington is approaching middle age. He's single and miserable about it. What happens when he meets a mysterious young barman named Eddie Munson and falls head over heels? Lots of drama! Eddie has baggage, lots of it, which might just force Steve to confront some of his own.

When Steve Harrington was twenty years old, he imagined that life at forty years old would look like something out of his twenty year olds self dreams. For one, he'd be happily married with a cushy job that eventually led to an even cushier retirement and living in a nice house with those cliche white picket fences surrounding it. He'd be a father to at least two kids; the genders weren't important as long as they were happy and healthy. The imaginary Harrington family went on vacations twice a year and spent many holidays with auntie Robin. Oh, and they had a dog named Buster, a golden retriever that was loyal and protective to a fault, the epitome of man's best friend. Yeah, those naive dreams were once his personal visual novel when he slept at night. Who needed to read the latest Stephen King, they were creep-fests anyway, when he could just close his eyes and see the happy future that awaited him?

But life for Steve Harrington at forty years old was anything but a dream. His first wife, his high-school sweetheart Nancy Wheeler, had divorced him after only three years of marriage. Together, they had been the prom king and queen of the class of 1970. The couple that everyone wanted to be and were predicted to be together forever. Nancy told people after the divorce that the decision was mutual because it turned out they just wanted different things after the childish glamour of being Hawkin's High's most famous couple wore off. He wanted his nuclear fantasy. She wanted to be a hotshot reporter. Steve, on the other hand, didn't stop loving Nancy even once the divorce was final. It only settled in that things were finally over two years later when his best friend since junior high, Robin, asked him nervously for his permission to date, Nancy. He said yes and never asked how long the two women had harboured feelings for each other. Honestly, he didn't want to know.

Marriage number two lasted longer a few years longer. Her name was Crystal, with long legs, long blonde hair, blue eyes, and a hefty pair of tits and ass. They were married within three months of meeting after a whirlwind romance full of wild adventure. For a time, those three months and beyond were a different life for Steve, the homegrown, corn-fed, all-American boy. They partied hard in clubs and at home, travelled all over, took different kinds of drugs, and had threesomes with other women, sometimes more, maybe a guy too, if Crystal felt like it. But as the years passed, Steve found himself once again, yearning for the life he used to dream of, or at least parts of it. Crystal didn't want kids or stability; she didn't want a Buster either. Things that she failed to mention, and Steve failed to ask sincerely for fear of having it all rejected when they were dating. Ultimately, Crystal left him when Steve suggested he wanted to have a threesome with another man and that he wanted to be the one to fuck said man. Apparently, Crystal was allowed to sleep with women. But when her husband wanted to fuck a guy, it was disgusting.

At least he had somewhere decent to live. A nice one-bedroom apartment on the northern side of Chicago where only a few blocks obscured his view of the stretching lake. People cared about the local community, and neighbourhood grandmas brought him brownies and pies on the regular and their pretty daughters in hopes they might catch his attention, but they rarely did. In turn, Steve took care of some odd jobs when they needed it, fixing stuff or painting a wall. He had a decent job as a paramedic with a pathway to Paramedic Chief if he kept playing his cards right. No one could say he wasn't a model citizen. But still, his life lacked love, kids, and a dog named Buster. Something that he lamented to Robin every Sunday morning when they met up for coffee while Nancy wrote at home.

"Maybe you're going about this all wrong," Robin told him before sipping on her decaf coffee, caffeinated gave her headaches.

"No shit, Rob." He deadpanned in return, folding his arms with a self-indulgent pout. Two women at the next table over hushed their conversation to stare and whisper over the muscle bulging out from Steve's plain white t-shirt. He shot them a small flirtatious smile. Still got it. Robin rolled her eyes, her lesbian immunity to the male physique stronger than ever.

"Look, I'm not exactly an expert on being a man. But you're still an attractive guy with a lot to offer. Chicks dig a well maintained man nowadays. It's 1997."

"My hairs grey–"

"Hot."

"What?"

"I read it in one of Nance's girly mags. Guys with naturally greying hair are the new black. They're representative of a man who will take care of you and treat you well."

"Rob, you know that sounds like horseshit, right?" Although, those were traits that Steve considered himself to have when it came to his partners, and he did have very impressive hair that had weathered well over the years. One thing Steve Harrington never missed was his monthly trip to the salon to maintain his lady killer mane.

"Yeah, but I was bored and the magazine was there. I think Nance only buys them for the fashion pages."

Steve sighed, then suddenly grimaced inside at how it might have sounded like he was wistfully reminiscing over Nancy. He wasn't. The subject of his waning love life always put him in a dour mood. But he said nothing, like always, and sipped his latte. "Mm, sounds like her."

Robin quickly drove the conversation away from her girlfriend and took the plunge into something she'd been thinking about for a while regarding her best friend. Leaning across the table, her denim-clad elbows resting atop the wooden surface, she looked inquisitively at Steve. "Why not try dating another man again?"

After nearly spilling hot coffee on himself in surprise, Steve went wide-eyed, staring back at Robin as his brain tried to process the suggestion. Date a man. He tried it back between his marriages to Nancy and Crystal, but with the AID's epidemic ravaging the gay community in the eighties. It'd been difficult and scary. He, Robin and Nancy went to so many funerals that he eventually gave up and met Crystal, who, ironically, ended up divorcing him for being queer. But that was in the past. Things could be different in 1997. The shock slowly melted away into contemplation. Having a man in his life sounded pretty sweet, someone he could be a dumbass with that'd laugh at fart jokes and farts in general. Nancy and Robin didn't care for them, sadly. Steve's only real male friends, Jonathan and Argyle, had moved to LA five years ago, where Jonathan opened a photography studio that Argyle ran. As much as he loved Robin, she was family despite no blood relation, and considering his shitty parents, he missed having that male presence.

"Earth to Steve? Are you listening?" Robin's excited aura punched through his thoughts, and his head snapped up to meet her. "I've got tickets for next Friday to this new queer bar opening downtown called Hellfire. Maybe you could meet someone there."

"Maybe," he responded—the usual Harrington confidence wavering in the face of putting himself back on the dating scene. But maybe Robin was right. Perhaps this time, he'd find someone and get it right.

TBC.

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