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Drugs or me?

⚠️talks of drugs, alcohol, slight abusive scene, talks of smut

- Eddie has to pick between drugs or being there for his family

~~~

Eddie had a dream of being a rockstar, and it was a dream he planned to do anything for. He wasn't scared to leave anyone behind, he didn't have anyone. He didn't care to burn bridges because he would never cross the same one again.

He moved out to California and got a new band and a contract. He was a rising star. He had women chasing after him, begging to get in his pants and anything to taste his skin. He felt on top of the world.

What he didn't expect was to fall in love

~~~

She was just another fan in the crowd, singing along to the lyrics in her small skirt and tight top. Eddie couldn't keep his eyes off her. She was gorgeous and so alive.

Eddie usually picked a new girl each gig, sending his security to bring her into the back room so he can fuck her before he's back off to his apartment.

And that's exactly what he did.

The second she made it through his dressing room door, she was slammed against it, her skirt flipped up and his cock slammed into her.

Their loud moans filled the room, their skin smacking and the thud of the door.

But something felt different, he finished off in her mouth, her beautiful eyes staring up at him. It was like he didn't want to look away. She had him locked in. She cleaned off her mouth as she stood up. Watching him closely as he stared at her.

"Eddie?" She asked, snapping her fingers in his face.

He quickly snapped out of it, tucking his cock back in his tight jeans.

"what's your name, sweetheart?" He asked with a smile

~~

Five months later, his mind is still all about her. His eyes moved to the side of the stage where she now stood. Ever since that night, he hasn't touched another girl.

Once his hands touched her skin, he never desired to touch someone else again. Feeling her kiss and her hands in his hair. Nothing compared to it. She was different and he was fascinated by her.

He had a feeling she was keeping something from him though. He's never been to her house, she never spends the night, she can only go to shows on the weekends, and she always has phone calls during their dates. They aren't official so he feels like he can't question her, but he's worried he may not be the only one on her mind.

Eddie plays in the same run-down bar, moving around small towns close together. And when she can, she'll follow behind. There's something there that keeps her following him. That has to mean something right?

He knew he would never get answers if he didn't ask the questions.

That's how Eddie found himself looking down at a phone, a smiling boy with dark hair and green eyes looking back at him. A baseball cap on his head, some team logo designed on it, and a matching baseball uniform.

"You have a son?" Eddie asked, he had to be honest, her having a kid was not what he expected. Did he suspect a husband or another boyfriend, but a whole kid?

"Yeah. His name is Jake. He's 12 years old, I had him in high school. He loves baseball, it's practically his whole life. His dad taught him when he was a baby, and it's the only thing that keeps his dad around, sadly." she sighed, her eyes looking down at Jake, a small smile on her face as she shut off her phone.

"You just....wow...like...you don't look like you'd have a son. You're like....damn is it bad I'm turned on thinking about fucking a mom like she's a slut?" Eddie smirked, leaning closer, his nose bumping into hers.

"not a bad thing" she smirked back, her hand sliding up his thigh

~~

That's how it all started. Three years later Eddie found himself with a wedding band on his left hand, a son, and a baby girl. Jake was 15 years old, and their daughter, Aria was just about 9 months old. Their family was perfect. Eddie became Jake's stepdad, but to Jake, Eddie was more of a real dad than his biological dad ever was.

Eddie and Jake had a connection that Y/N has never seen between Jake and his birth dad. Jake only connects with his actual dad through baseball. But Jake and Eddie? There's music, guitar, songs, bands, drawings, and movies. Eddie may have only been around for a little over three years, but he showed Jake that loyalty and love don't come with time, it comes with the person.

Eddie was a girl's dad, as well. Aria looked just like him. Brown hair slowly growing, big brown eyes that always looked innocent. Y/N and Eddie both knew she'd grow up to have a huge personality.

But as their kids grew, so did Eddie's fame. More gigs, different states, and many hours in the studio.

Eddie believed family came first. He went to every baseball game, not caring if he was halfway through a song. He didn't care how far away the game was, he'd make it on time. And having an actual baby was different for Eddie. He got to take care of Jake after he was already half raised. But Aria? Eddie gets to raise her from the very beginning. And he wasn't going to miss a single thing.

Eddie doesn't care what hour it is, or if he has to be up within two hours, if he hears her crying he's flying through the nursery. He appreciates all the long hours his wife spends with her during the day when he's gone or the long nights when he's performing. If he's home, he's taking care of his whole family.

~~

Eddie grew up without a mother and a father, and he understood the pain Jake felt whenever his dad didn't show up. Eddie knew that no matter how many games he, Y/N, and Aria attended, Jake spent his bench time searching for his dad's face. Eddie understood Jake's dad would always be first, and Eddie didn't take any offense to that.

Eddie hated Jake's dad the second he met him. He was tall, and had dark hair, and green eyes. He looked exactly like Jake, but the personalities were total opposites. Jake was caring kind, and all the things his mom was. Jake's dad, Liam, was an asshole, selfish, and full of himself.

Liam disrespected Y/N whenever he had the chance. Eddie couldn't stand it but tried to keep his cool in front of Jake. Whenever Liam would pick Jake up for his weekend, he'd size up Eddie, roll his eyes, and walk out.

The bad blood between Liam and Y/N was always noticeable. The two couldn't be in the same room for even a minute before a screaming match would begin. After one huge blowout, Eddie sat her down and asked what happened between the two.

Eddie learned that she and Liam were never married, just teenagers that got pregnant, and both decided they'd keep the baby. Liam convinced her he'd always be there to help with Jake, help raise him and love him as a dad would. And at first, he did. The two were in love and raised their son together. But Liam went off to college and got caught up in alcohol. Y/N was fine with the alcohol and partying on the weekends. She worked a small waitress job to earn money. Her parents helped with anything they could. Jake was going to get a big corporate job and bring home lots of money once he graduated.

But then Liam got a taste of drugs. He stopped attending classes, spending nights snorting little white lines and passing out for hours. Sneaking into the bathrooms to stick needles in his arms. He stopped being a student, he stopped being her boyfriend, and he stopped being a dad.

~~

Y/N loved that Eddie was blowing up, but fear settled in her stomach. Being a rockstar meant attending parties. She trusted Eddie, him cheating never crossed her mind, that's not what kept her up at night. It was knowing he was going to be surrounded by the same alcohol and drugs Liam was sucked in by. She knows Eddie is different, he isn't a stupid teenager, he's an adult with a real family. She tried to convince herself Eddie wouldn't get sucked in as Liam did.

But then Eddie got to open up for a huge rock band, a band the whole world knew. And it was a huge opportunity for Eddie. She was so proud of him and knew how this would make his career. But that fear was building up.

~~~

Saying goodbye to his family was just as hard as he expected. Jake tried to keep it together but let a few tears slip once Eddie pulled him in for a hug.

"just a few months, okay? Then I'll be back. And don't worry, we have some off dates and I'll be there for those games. I promise." Eddie said softly, kissing Jake's forehead.

Jake already had one dad that didn't show up to anything, Eddie wasn't going to make it two.

"I went ahead and circled all the games on your days off. You don't have to show up but I think it would be cool if you came." Jake said with a shy smile. Passing Eddie the piece of paper.

"I think it would be cool too." Eddie winked. Giving Jake a final hug.

Then he moved to his girls. He grabbed Aria from Y/N's arms, kissing the small girl all over her face. Closing his eyes as he takes in her giggles. Her chubby hands yank on his long hair.

"Don't grow up too fast, okay?" Eddie blinked away his tears and kissed her button nose. Taking a deep breath he passed her over to Jake.

Pulling himself together as he looked over at his wife. She was sobbing into her hands, refusing to look at him.

"hey, I'm always a call away, whenever you need me. I'm going to be there." He promised, moving her hands away from her face, and kissing her wet cheeks. Pulling her into his arms.

"I know. I just hate knowing you won't be here" she sobbed

"I know, but I'm coming straight home on my off days. I'm going to be here for Aria's birthday, I'm coming home for our anniversary. I'm coming home any second I can. My family will always come first. Whenever you need me, I'll be on a plane and be here." Eddie promised, kissing her head as he rubbed her back.

Eddie promised a lot of things that day.

~~

Eddie's been on the road for around two months, he may be physically away from his family, but he was still there for them as much as he could. He listened to his wife's rants every night, the least he could do since she volunteered to stay up until his gigs were done. She'd ask about the show, ask what songs he played, and how the crowd interacted with him. Then they'd move on to her day, her stress of work, Aria needed more attention than usual with both parents busy and Jake's baseball. Jake would call after school, a quick chat before his practice, then he'd call again once he was back home. Generally enough time before Eddie had to take the stage.

The family made it work the best they could. With a missed call every once and a while, but that was out of their control.

Aria's birthday was a month away, Jake's first baseball game of the season was two months away, and their anniversary was three months away. All events Eddie promised he'd be back home for.

~~~

Eddie missed his family a lot, and he felt like he could handle being on his own again. But now that he had the taste of a real family, he's been dying through withdrawals. He spent hours before the show calling and texting. And spent hours after the show trying to sleep away his loneliness.

He had his band, and the tour crew, but he felt so alone.

One of the singers from the rock band he was opening, Blake, invited him to a big party. Eddie wanted to pass but Blake insisted he goes, he promised to show Eddie how to handle being away from loved ones.

Eddie didn't know "handling it" was by slamming drinks, strip clubs, and little white lines smeared across a bathroom sink.

He wasn't aware of the damage that was heading his way. The new addiction that his body would be craving.

~~~

The phone calls were going unanswered. Eddie's red eyes see his wife's face pop up, he watched it ring and ring until it sent her to voicemail. Another unopened text followed behind.

Y/N had no idea what changed on Eddie's side. All of a sudden her text and calls were being ignored. As more days passed he slowly stopped reaching out and answering.

Y/N didn't know what to tell Jake, she could tell he was upset that Eddie was pulling away. And she was growing mad that she couldn't reach Eddie to even talk about what the problem was.

But she had other things to focus on, things like Aria's birthday. Which happened to be in just a few days.

~~~

It was the morning of Aria's birthday and not a word from Eddie in over a week. Eddie doesn't believe in social media so it's not like she could find out what he was doing.

Y/N spent the morning getting the party put together and decorating the house. Her friends and family arrived earlier to help set up all the food. With her mom handling Aria, Y/N sneaked off to her bedroom, finally having enough of Eddie's silence, she called his manager.

"Hi, this is Y/N, I was just wondering if Eddie was around. I haven't been able to contact him lately and he's supposed to be coming home today." Y/N explained, anxiously biting at her nails as she paced in the bedroom.

"Yeah, let me grab him for you."

~~~

Eddie's head was pounding, he was in his dark hotel room and yet everything seemed too bright. His phone was ringing nonstop and had been for weeks. He knew who was calling and he wasn't man enough to answer. The second he felt the drugs in his system he knew he fucked up. And the more he craved the white lines, the more he was destroying his family.

When he was sober, he bathed in his guilt. But when he was on drugs, he didn't feel a thing. Eddie made the selfish decision that feeling nothing was better than feeling guilty.

"Yo, Munson! Phone." Lance said, using the key to walk into the hotel room. Turning on the light as he threw the phone on Eddie's lap.

Eddie groaned and grabbed the phone. Yawning as he said hello to the speaker.

"Edward Munson, where the fuck are you?" Y/N spat, she didn't bother to waste time being nice or allowing herself to miss him. It was their daughter's birthday and he was supposed to be home last night.

"Hello to you too." Eddie groaned, sitting up as his eyes adjusted to the light in his room.

"Oh, I'm sorry. Hello to my husband whom I haven't heard from in over a week. How are you? Sleeping well? Glad we got caught up. Now when the fuck are you coming home?" She snapped

Eddie felt himself growing irritated at her aggressiveness, he felt like shit and a fight was not how he wanted to deal with his headache.

"I'm coming home in like a month like we talked about?" Eddie questioned

"Yeah! That was last month! Do you even know what day it is?" She asked, Eddie could imagine she was burning holes in the floor as she paced back and forth

"A Saturday morning? Did someone's period arrive or something? You are acting like a bitch, Jesus Christ " Eddie snapped back, crawling out of bed as he walked to the bathroom. He needed cold water on his face and down his throat.

"A bitch? Oh you are such a selfish prick. No, my period didn't arrive. I am pissed off because it's our daughter's birthday and you don't seem to give a shit. You were supposed to be here last night. But of course, you don't answer your fucking phone so I've been shooting in the dark with what the hell you have been doing. The party is at 4, either be here or don't."

Before Eddie could respond he heard the line die. Eddie took in the silence, looking at himself in the mirror. His tired eyes, his pale skin, his knotted hair, and the bags under his eyes. He looked as horrible as he felt. He splashed the cold water on his face. Taking a deep breath as he looked on the counter for a towel. He grabbed the towel and cleaned off his face, his eyes caught the remainder of leftover drugs from the night before.

He had two options, to get out of the bathroom and go home to his family. Beg for forgiveness and admit his mistakes.

Or

Keep running

~~~

"He's not coming is he?" Jake asked, helping Y/N clean up the party.

"I think something came up. But I'm sure he'll be here for your first game. He wouldn't miss it." She said, kissing Jake's forehead and sending him off to his room.

Once she heard his bedroom door close, she allowed herself to cry.

Jake opened his door, watching her through the crack. Her shoulders were shaking as she scrubbed the dishes. He could hear sniffles and her taking deep breaths.

She was trying to collect herself. Jake hated the way she looked so alone during the whole party. Her eyes watched the front door and her phone never left her hand.

One promise out the window.

~~~

"Okay so here's your water bottle, snack, and your spare bat." Y/N listed as she handed Jake all his materials. Aria giggled in the stroller next to them.

"any word from dad?" Jake asked

"You know him, he'll show up if he wants to," she said, rolling her eyes

"And Eddie?" Jake asked, he honestly didn't care if his dad came or not. It was Eddie he wanted here.

"I'll give him a call, go warm up," she said with a smile, kissing his head and watching him run to the field.

Jake watched over his shoulder as she called him, her arms waving in the air as she paced. He watched her shoulders drop, throwing her phone in her purse, and wiping her eyes.

Jake offered a smile when she made eye contact with him, a small shake of her head and sad smile told him neither dad would be attending his first game.

Another promise left behind

~~~

Eddie was falling deeper and deeper. He knew was fucking up but a part of him didn't care. It was easy to run when he was on the road and didn't have to face his family in the eyes. He could run from the phone calls and the texts.

He called Jake the night of his first game and apologized that he couldn't make it. Eddie could feel that Jake didn't accept his apology or care. Jake said goodnight and hung up. The call was barely two minutes long.

Eddie was losing his family and he couldn't pull himself together to face the consequences.

~~~

Y/N didn't bother with their anniversary, she gave up on calling and texting. She didn't want to hear his lies and whatever bullshit excuse he would give her.

She's been treated like shit before and she wasn't going to sit back and take it. He made promises and he broke all of them. She knew he wasn't going to show up for their anniversary, he wasn't going to show up for anything.

~~~

The tour ended and Eddie knew he had to look his wife in the eyes and confess everything he has done. She deserved an explanation and he knew he needed to ask for help.

But once he knocked on his front door, he couldn't do it. He didn't have a connection to drugs anymore, maybe he could get clean being home and she didn't have to know.

When she opened the door, he felt every emotion hit him. She looked gorgeous. She was holding Aria, who screamed with joy once she saw Eddie. Reaching her small arms out, Eddie smiled and grabbed her easily. Hugging the small girl and hiding his face in her hair. Taking a second to hide from what was going to come.

Y/N was still pissed, no doubt. She was ready to give Eddie a piece of her mind, scream at the top of her lungs, and demand answers. But a small part of her was happy to have him home. The sight of him holding their daughter reminded her just how much she loved him.

"Hi mama" he smiled shyly, placing Aria on the floor as she raced to grab a toy. Eddie held open his arms, a part of him scared that she wouldn't embrace him. Just roll her eyes and turn around.

"Hi" she said softly, allowing herself to be weak as she let herself melt in his arms. She smiled as he took in his scent, he smelt like him. He felt like him, but his eyes didn't look like him. His body felt thinner and he sniffled a lot. She pulled back, locking on his face as she took him in.

"EDDIE!" Jake cheered, racing to the front door. Y/N stepped back to let Jake embrace him. Jake had his reasons to also be pissed at Eddie, but having him home was all he's been waiting for.

"Hi, bud!" Eddie smiled, holding the kid tight. Eddie felt even more guilty. He had his beautiful family waiting for him to return home, and he acted like they didn't exist.

~~~

Y/N ran out to get dinner, and the family agreed on pizza. While she was out, Eddie began to unpack. Jake by his side helping him dig through his suitcase. The boys talked about the tour, the shows, and the experience. Jake didn't want to ask why Eddie was distant, he didn't want to ruin the excitement he felt having one of his dads around.

As they got to the bottom of the suitcase, Jake spotted a little bag, filled with white powder and a note taped on it.

"Um, Eddie? What's this?" Jake questioned, he held up the bag, watching as Eddie's eyes widened in horror.

"Fuck" Eddie spat, quickly snatching the bag from Jake. Turning around so his back was to the kid. Eddie felt sick to his stomach, he didn't pack any drugs with him, he needed a clean break.

"Rockstars can still feel good at home"

The words on the bag haunted Eddie, Blake must have snuck it in Eddie's suitcase when he wasn't paying attention. Eddie put the bag in his pocket, turning around to face Jake with a worried smile.

"Nothing, don't worry about it." Eddie said quickly.

But Jake knew, he wasn't stupid.

"That's why you got distant, isn't it?" Jake questioned, crossing his arms as he glared up at Eddie.

"It's nothing" Eddie tried to brush him off, throwing the suitcase back in the closet.

"You have to tell her." Jake said

"Jake, it's done and she doesn't need to know." Eddie tried to explain

"That's what he always said." Jake spat, rolling his eyes as he turned to walk out of the bedroom.

"Hey! I'm nothing like him" Eddie argued, following behind Jake.

"YES, YOU ARE! You are selfish and only think for yourself. If it's done then dump it out and flush it." Jake demanded. Walking towards the bathroom, holding open the toilet for Eddie.

Eddie froze, looking between Jake and the toilet. The bag resting in his pocket.

"If it's done, then throw it out" Jake repeated.

But Eddie couldn't move. His feet felt like they were glued to the floor.

Jake could feel the anger building, racing to Eddie and digging in his pocket. Eddie tried to fight Jake off but Jake ended up with the bag in his hands.

Jake yanked open the bag and dumped it in the toilet. Eddie's vision went red. Screaming as he shoved Jake away from the toilet.

"WHAT DID YOU DO?" Eddie screamed

"MOM DOESN'T DESERVE THIS. YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO BE DIFFERENT! I ALREADY HAVE ONE DAD THAT PICKS DRUGS OVER ME, ARIA DOESN'T DESERVE A DAD LIKE THAT EITHER" Jake screamed back.

Jake couldn't even recognize who he was looking at. Eddie's eyes were wild, his breathing was heavy, and his body was shaking.

Eddie felt rage take over him, slamming Jake against the wall, holding his shirt in both fists. Staring down at the boy. Jake gulped, no matter how many times his dad got pissed he never touched him. And Jake never thought Eddie would land a hand on him.

Before either boy could speak, Y/N's panicked voice rang through the silence

"GET OFF OF HIM!" Eddie felt his body being yanked off and shoved to the other side of the bathroom.

Y/N caught Jake as he fell to the floor, once he caught his breath he began to sob. Y/N quickly wrapped her arms around him. Looking over at Eddie.

"what the fuck is wrong with you?" She spat. Eddie was never violent. And seeing him shoving her son against a wall was not something she ever thought she'd see.

"I, um, I'm sorry" Eddie whispered, it was like all his rage left and he was in control of his body again. His eyes watched as Jake sobbed, refusing to look anywhere but at his mom. The scared look in Y/N's eyes.

He watched in fear as she looked towards the toilet, her eyebrows scrunching as she took in the powder floating.

Once her eyes found Eddie's, he knew she knew.

She whispered into Jake's ear. He nodded as he wiped his face, walked out, grabbed Aria, and raced to his bedroom.

Y/N stood up, flushing the toilet, and slamming down the lid as she looked over at Eddie.

"Get the fuck out" she spat, pushing his hard body out of the bathroom. She raced past him, grabbing his suitcase from the closet once again.

"Let's talk about this!" Eddie panicked, trying to take the suitcase out of her hands.

"TALK? YOU PUT YOUR HANDS ON MY FUCKING SON" she screamed

"I'M SORRY! I know! I don't know what came over me and I just..." He didn't have the words. He put his hands on his son and that would never be justified by anything.

"ON DRUGS? YOU ARE ON FUCKING DRUGS, EDDIE" she screamed, throwing his clothes into the suitcase, shoving as much as she could.

"I'M SORRY. IT WAS A MISTAKE. I MISSED THE FAMILY AND BLAKE SAID HE HAD SOMETHING TO HELP. I JUST GOT LOST!" Eddie screamed. This was the consequence he was terrified to face

"I don't give a shit about sorry, I don't give a shit if you missed us and I don't give a shit about your excuse. If you missed us, you should have answered the phone, you should have been here when you promised. Maybe in some way, I could have forgiven it, but the second you put your hands on Jake was the second you crossed the fucking line. You don't ever touch my children and you don't ever come near them again" She wasn't shouting anymore and that's what scared him. Her tone was aggressive, mean, and cold. She shoved the suitcase against his chest, walked towards the front door, and yanked it open.

"What does this mean?" Eddie panicked, walking closer to her, but she nodded towards the door.

Eddie walked out the door, standing at the entrance, tears in his eyes as he looked her over.

"It means get yourself a lawyer" she spat, slamming the door.

~~~

There's part 1! I hope you enjoyed it <3

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[ddejavvu]

stepdad!aaron request perhaps

it’s summer and reader is in and out of the pool in the backyard and steps inside to get a drink after a while still dripping wet with a clinging bathing suit and aaron tries to act innocent like he wasn’t staring at r through the window but he can’t help it i mean he’s only a man and how easy would it be to just slide the bikini bottoms out of the way and then r catches him staring (fantasizing) and calls him out and smut follows

today is multiverse monday, send me any au you can think of! :)

this post is 18+ (and so are its characters) and dark, minors dni. (cw: stepcest; don't like, don't read).

the plotline that you described was too long for a blurb so i just took the idea of him seeing her in her bathing suit and did what I could!

Aaron isn't paying much attention to the pool party outside, because there's work to do in the form of numerous reports on his desk. Witness reports that he needs to pair with their crimes, ME reports he needs to sign off on and tuck away into files, budget reports that he needs to stuff with receipts so that the higher-ups know that yes, they did need to stop for gas four times in Florida, the numbers aren't a mistake. His world feels like a never-ending mountain of paperwork until he hears the sliding glass door open, and he glances to his left where he sits in his office to find you sliding your wet flip-flops off onto the pavement before stepping inside.

You're dripping wet, but there's a towel over your shoulders that catches the runoff from your bathing suit. You grin sheepishly at him, muttering a quick, "Hey," as you reach for a packet of chips from the bowl on the counter.

"How's it going out there?" He asks, head suddenly grounded on his shoulders and no longer buried beneath paperwork. He leans back in his chair, all too content to see you take a seat at the barstool to munch on your snack before returning outside. You turn to face him in your chair and the cut of your bathing suit is on full display, wrapped tightly around your thighs and showcasing the droplets of water you'd missed with your towel that rest on the supple skin there.

"Jack and his friends are a handful," You glance back outside, "I wasn't even that hungry, I just needed a break from their splashing."

"I don't blame you," He chuckles, setting his pen down, work long forgotten, "Once you're an adult, splashing isn't as fun as it is irritating."

You grin at his comment, "Are you gonna get out there too, Aaron? I don't think I've ever seen you in swim trunks."

Briefly, Aaron wonders if you want to. Though he's not sure he'd look as good in trunks as you do in a bikini, so he might elect to just watch you from the sidelines.

"I don't even think I have swim trunks," He chuckles, "But I might sit out there for a while and get some sun. Garcia says I'm inside too much, and that I need a tan before I turn invisible."

"She's a smart woman," You laugh at the imagery, "Come on, Aaron, take a break and come sit in the sun with me for a bit." You stand, chips held in one hand and towel clasped in the other, "I need someone to help me reapply sunscreen, anyways, I'm not trying to get skin cancer."

He can't say no to rubbing lotion into your back.

"Alright," He stands, abandoning his paperwork and opening the sliding door for you, a hand on your back as he leads you back outside, "This bathing suit's pretty on you, honey."

You turn back to him and grin from where you're already popping the cap off of the sunscreen, chips set on the table beside the deck chairs, "I knew you'd like it. That's why I bought it, you always like me in red."

You barely give him any time to process your admission before you're turning to put your back towards him once more, holding one hand over your chest while the other tugs at your bathing suit strap to pull it out of its neat bow, "Can you re-tie it after you're done, Aaron? I can't reach."

He takes the sunscreen from you, glad you aren't facing him to watch him both blush and chub up beneath his thick jeans as he smears the sunscreen over your back and begins rubbing the substance smoothly into your skin, "Yeah, sweetheart, I'll tie it."

[atlas-likes-writing]

Some tips for my fellow fanfic writers who like to write with the Call of Duty lads! I'm not in the military myself (next year I'm going in the army as a combat medic tho) but I come from a military family. Older brother has served in the RAF for 12 years, my ex-stepdad for 22. My biological father served in the US Army and one of my mums was military police. I know a fair amount of shit that goes on (not saying I know everything though. I definitely don't). I'm gonna write a list of the stuff I have read in COD fiction that I've read that isn't entirely accurate and how to make them accurate. If you got any questions feel free to ask! Can't say I'll be able to answer everything though.

Please note that I'm mainly going to be using my knowledge about the Air Force and the Army in the UK. Some things I talk about may be different between the branches so take what I say with a pinch of salt.

Male and female accommodation are separated and if someone is found in the opposite sex's accommodation for any reason (with the exception of maintenance) there will be SERIOUS consequences (like you can get kicked out the military for that shit).

If any SA happens in the military and is brought to court it does NOT go down well. If the accused is guilty it's an immediate dishonourable discharge (and you don't want that because then your pension and shit you've worked for will go down the drain).

I've seen this in a lot of fics with König and Ghost and it really annoys me but Colonel is a higher rank than Lieutenant by a long shot. Like by five ranks (which doesn't sound like a lot but a colonel is one below a brigadier and those guys are fucking evil I swear).

Linked to the above but higher ranking officers do not call lower ranking officers by Sir or Ma'am. Being called that is a compliment and is to be payed by lower ranks when talking to higher ranks. If a high ranking officer talks to a low ranking officer, they'll call them by their rank or their last name/callsign.

Relationships between officers and their subordinates is basically a court marshall in the military if you're not careful. Unless you can prove that the relationship can work out (doesn't usually work) they'll usually move the couple into different sections/squads to keep them separated so they don't become hindered by personal issues. Either that or they'll kick em out. Relationships between two officers is very very very vaguely okay but is still very much frowned upon.

There is a funky term the military use to describe people between the ranks of Lance Corporal and Warrant Officer called "NCO". It's an acronym that stands for "Non-Comissioned Officer". If you're not commissioned that means you're not to be saluted because only commissioned officers can be saluted. Remember that people aren't saluting the person, they're saluting the cap badge on their beret because (if we use the UK as an example) the commission is given by the reigning monarch and you're saluting them instead as a sign of respect. Soap and Gaz are examples of NCOs because they're both Sergeants!

If you're caught bullying someone in the military you'll be immediately kicked out the military within the day so don't even try it.

SAS soldiers are medically trained even if they weren't a combat medic before they signed up for it. Every single member of the SAS is able to perform emergency first aid.

There's actually a bunch of Special Forces in the UK! One is the SAS which we've all heard of but another example is SBS (there's more but I cba to explain all of them). They are of the exact same calibre as the SAS except they're the naval version. They specialise in aquatic shit. There's also the Paratroopers (the guys who jump out of planes and are generally super badass) and the Commandos (also badass, but usually without the plane jumping), as well as a bunch of other acronyms that you're gonna have to research yourself because I can NOT remember them all.

Whenever you enter the Mess (the official name for the canteen or dining hall) headdress of any kind must be taken off as a sign of respect. It's basic mess etiquette. As well as this, you aren't supposed to go on your phone. Also, do not under any circumstances disrespect the chefs. You will regret it immediately. If we go back to the first point though even though Ghost, König, Horanji and all the other mask-wearing folks hide their faces, they're still supposed to remove their masks when they enter. So maybe adapt that into your stories by instead getting a companion of theirs to get food for them!

Sort of links to the above point, but whenever you're at a military base and you're outside, you need to put headdress on. It's compulsory. If they're in civilian clothing they don't (and it's discouraged) but if they're in their in uniform they're supposed to have their berets on.

With the exception of mask-wearing people probably, whenever you go inside you're supposed to take your berets off.

Lower ranks stand to attention when talking to a higher rank as a sign of respect.

You're supposed to be super polite to officers, so if for whatever reason you need to speak your mind or elaborate an idea you can say "Permission to speak freely/bluntly." If your officer is being a dick you can say "Please excuse the tone Sir/Ma'am, but..." but try not to because they'll probably be even more of a dick to you afterwards.

Gambling is a literal no-go unless you're off-duty and off base.

If military personnel go to an event such as a wedding or funeral, they are able to wear their formal parade uniform (if that's the correct term. Please correct me if I'm wrong). Also if someone is receiving a medal they'll also wear their formal shit with the rest of their medals. They would NOT wear civilian stuff like dresses or tuxedos.

This is first aid related but if someone is stabbed do NOT take the weapon out because that thing is the only thing keeping the casualty alive cuz it's blocking up the hole. Take it out and they'll bleed out in seconds.

Salute every officer within 2 meters/6ft of you unless you yourself are not wearing your headdress. If you aren't (e.g you're inside. You're supposed to stand to attention.

If you go inside and you go into an officers office, you put your beret on before you go in and salute them at the door. When you leave you salute them again, leave, take your beret off and go about your day.

If there are multiple officers in one room and you enter, when saluting you need to look at whoever has the highest rank in the room. In most cases in COD fics it'll be to Price, König or Alejandro.

Captain is a lower rank than Colonel.

Officers salute higher ranking officers. E.g- Ghost would salute Price but Price would salute Alejandro if they're deciding to be formal for some fucking reason.

When you salute an officer, the officer should salute back as a way of accepting the compliment.

During official parades, officers carry fucking SWORDS (I'm not joking, look it up).

Punctuality-wise, if you're early to something, you're on time. If you're on time, you're late and if you're late I will send flowers to your gravestone.

Damn this was long. If you got any questions feel free to drop them in my inbox! I'm always happy to answer queries about them. Please reblog so more people can see this!

[painted-doe]

I want Bucky’s absence in Cap 4 to be teased at first as a dark, grim thing… like Sam’s face goes stony whenever his name is mentioned, his jaw does a Captainly clench, and he refuses to talk about him…

…until the mid-credits scene reveals that Bucky is dating Sarah and has gone all Winter Stepdad and is living his best life hanging out at the farmer’s market with his girl and his stepkids. Sam’s eye twitches every time they kiss.

That’s it. That’s the whole reason he’s not in the movie.

Thunderbolts? Who’s she?

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

wallflower 33

Warnings: age gap, creepin’, slow burn, stepdad-adjacent, possible noncon/dubcon, abuse, violence, self-harm, manipulation, panic attack, dissociation, gaslighting.

Character: silverfox!Thor

Your mother meets a new man, but he doesn’t seem very interested in her.

Note: <3 Another erratic drabble series. Appreciate any and all feedback. Love you all. And I didn’t expect this chapter to go this way or to be a bit longer than usual.

It's strange without Fenrir. Colder. You miss how he put his head in your lap when you felt uneasy, or how he would chase his tail, or wiggle around until you pet his stomach.

Stranger was being alone with Thor. That Thor was there almost constantly. Even when he works in his office, you feel his presence as he keeps his door open, emerging at an unusual noise or whim. He checks in on you often as you busy yourself with colouring books and paints. As if you can't be trusted.

Or maybe he's just worried. Your mother never cared much when you were in your funk, only if she needed a chore done. But he's different, right? He took you away from her. He doesn't expect you to do anything. He doesn't order you around like a slave. He lets you be you. Mostly.

Several days pass in the absence of the rambunctious grey hound. You mourn him quietly but don't ask. You don't want to upset Thor. Besides, your thigh is just healing from the scratch. You just don't understand how that happened. You never saw Fen be anything close to vicious.

As you sit in the living room with a pair of needles and yarn, you hear Thor pass through the entryway. Almost on cue, the doorbell rings and you look over from the first few rows of the dark blue scarf. You wanted to give it to Thor when you finished.

"Ah, there you are," Thor announces, "cold out?"

"Brother," Loki returns as you listen to the soft rustle of his entrance, "you know I enjoy the temperature, though I must admit I am tempted to see the vineyard again."

"First you must see your patient," Thor insists.

"Of course," Loki replies flatly, "where is the young woman?"

You gulp and try not to choke on your voice, "here."

Loki peers around the door frame and smirks as he sees you. Thor appears behind him as surprise ticks in his cheek. He must not have heard you come downstairs. You continue to weave the scarf, trying to hide your anxiety.

You still don't know what to tell Loki. He saw you at your worst and you don't even remember it. You wonder what he thinks of you now. Well, he's a doctor, he must see this all the time.

"There you are, darling," he strides in, "why don't we do our session here? I'd hate to make you clean this all up on my accord."

"Um..." you glance at Thor as he looms in the doorway.

"Brother, you can go in your office, allow us some privacy," Loki pulls over the armchair closer and sits, rubbing his pinkened nose. His brother says nothing as you meet his gaze. You can't tell if he's irritated or nervous.

"She can handle herself," Loki insists as he looks at his watch, "besides, I am a professional. More than capable, isn't that right, darling?"

"Er, sure," you look down at your knitting and clutch it in a ball.

"Alright," Thor drawls, "but I won't be far, kitten."

"Please," Loki dismisses him with a wave, his snakish eyes set on you. He waits until he hears his brother retreat, capped with the hard snap of his office door. "So, let us begin, you seem... placid. Tell me about your mood today."

You look at him and swallow. You smile and your cheeks shake. You lean over to set the yarn and needles on the end table. He slings one leg over the other as he props an elbow on the armrest casually.

"Good, I think," you wring your hands in your lap as you stare at the motion.

He hums, "let us start slow, what is bothering you?"

"Nothing," you murmur.

"Don't lie to me, I'm here to help you," he intones, "so tell me. It is me. My presence has disturbed you?"

You peek up under your lashes and shake your head, "I'm sorry."

"Sorry?"

"Thor said... you were here when I was... bad. I'm sorry for that."

He takes a breath, his green eyes irritated as they wander above him. He returns his gaze to you and tuts as he smooths his collar, "do not be sorry for that. I did what I could to help but some things... just need time. And I see you've recovered. Somewhat. We must gauge whether there is still work to be done on that."

"Okay," you accept softly.

He watches you. You find it hard to read him. His green eyes are brilliant against his pale skin and his silvering black hair, his nose long and aquiline, his jawline chiseled finely with age. You never looked at him before, not really, it was always so dim in Thor's office.

"Is there anything you wish to tell me?" He asks at last.

You furrow your brow in confusion, "anything I-- what would I tell you?"

"How is it here? Living with my brother?"

You bring your hand up to your mouth and nibble the cuff of your sleeve. He notices and your year your arm away. You cross them over your stomach to keep from doing it again.

"It's fine. It's... I have all this stuff to do now and he lets me. I get up and make breakfast and um, yeah, the days just kinda go by."

He nods and thoughtfully scratches his chin, "how do you sleep? Well?"

You scrunch your lips, "I think... I sleep very deeply. I think it's the medicine. I don't know. Ten hours at least."

"Oh, ten hours," he repeats evenly, "well, it sounds like you are well rested."

He stands and you try not to flinch. He nears and you steel yourself, nervous at his sudden proximity. He sits beside you on the couch, not quite against you but close.

"Would you like to stay?" He lowers his voice.

"What?" You flick your lashes.

"If you would like, if there is something you are uncertain of, I could find you somewhere to go. I know how environment can affect one's recovery and... I am mandated to make certain you are safe."

You shrug, "I don't... know. I... I... think it's fine."

He leans in and lightly touches your back, "darling, whatever you tell me is confidential. I will not speak a word of it to anyone else."

You can't look at him. He's too close. You feel buzzing beneath his fingertips, heat searing through your veins. His voice seeps into you, soothing you.

You ball your hands until your nails sink into your palms. You quiver and search for your breath.

What can you tell him? You don't know what's happened. You can't remember much of the last weeks. And Thor tells you nothing has gone on. So what do you say but…

"No," you lie.

He sit quietly. As if waiting for your to say more. You can't. You won't.

"Ahem," Thor clears his throat and both of you look in his direction, "I was going to offer tea or coffee."

His throat constricts around his words. A barely concealed agitation. But why? He brought his brother here.

"Sure," you accept, "I'll have some."

"As will I," Loki adds and drags his hand off your back, "black if you will."

[foxes-that-run]

2017 Haylor Timeline

Timeline Tag, or years 2011, 2012, 2013, 2014, 2015, 2016, 2017, 2018, 2019, 2020, 2021, 2022, 2023 and 2024.

3 January - Taylor "based in London" (end of Cornelia St period)

5 January - date of Harry’s leak “lately” recorded. Anniversary of clear blue water/rain on window posts which may be their last break up anniversary. He was pictured in London

13 January - Taylor was in LA papped at the the gym in LA. The scenario she told secret session fans she wrote  DWOHT

21 January - Harry goes to LA

22 January Joe in Paris

28 January - Harry in LA

1 February - Harry's Rose Ring maybe at his birthday in Malibu 1 February 2017. Taylor posts a video of her and Gigi singing along to "I Don't wanna live forever" for the first time on the radio, which ‘happens’ to be on Harry's birthday.

5 March - Rose Ring seen clearly at Studio in London.

15 March - Harry at JFK

Late March. Behind Album performances likely recorded at Abbey Road, they appear in the documentary in May and Harry was holding Ben’s daughter who looks about 3-4 months. Harry’s hair is also shorter than it was 5 March, a similar cut April 21.

4 April- Taylor recording Rep in Nashville 'to avoid paparazzi'‘. Joe in London

7 April - Sign of the Times released

18 April - Harry’s rolling stone interview where he leaves the table over her name and tips his hat and ex because it’s all for them

21 April - Harry on Graham Norton, performs sign of the times and writes Spanish girl that later leaks backstage.

26 April - Harry in Paris for nrj

29 April - Harry is papped wearing the same St Laurent shirt Calvin copied for the Ole music video, on the date Taylor later identified in High Infidelity.

8 May - harry driving in London using phone behind wheel wearing packers hat with Tess ward

9 May - Harry today show with the pink suit when he performs Stockholm. Xander and Jeff there. Harry dating Tess Ward

11 May Tess ward posts a photo of Harry’s kitchen with his cap in and is never seen again

12 May - Harry styles debut released, behind the album released just after. Cute Nick Grimshaw interview with 2 ghosts question

15 May - behind the album released, includes parts of performances.

16 May - Joe and Taylor rumored dating. Harry went on Carpool Karaoke

17 May - Tess ward wore a shirt Harry wore in an interview

19 May - Harry at troubadour ONO. James, Jeff and Xander there carpool karaoke, Harry sang IKYWT in broadcast not you tube.

20 May - Haylor anniversary. Debut one night gig, Stevie Nicks comes, Harry emotional on stage in Landslide with Stevie Nicks. Harry lists LA house, reported on the 22nd, sold in 2019.

5 June - first Joe mention in blinds

15 June - Harry follows Camille on IG, fans abuse her.

20 June - HS stepdad passed away :( H Tess BUA

July - Harry NY in bar with Xander

4 July - Karlie Kloss posts a photo with Kendall in Paris, the internet realises KK is out

14 July - End Game written. Kendall came to Harry's show.

21 July - Harry and Camille seen together, Nick mentions her and she is in the background of a fan photo.

19 July - Dunkirk released

27 August - LAWYMMD video, Karlie not on junior jewels shirt, Kendall tea time reenactment, Katy car crash and she eats a lobster in a cage.

28 August - Taylor deletes instagram

31 August HS releases two ghosts re riding from BTA performances

3 September - Taylor at Abigail's wedding Martha's vineyard.

Sept 2017 – 14 July 2018 - Harry Styles Live on Tour

September - Watermelon Sugar written

20 September - Harry LA, Greek Theater, wears same custom Gucci suit as Kiwi Music Video, with roses. Shania Twain comes and posts a photo of them together. Plays 'Still the One' on Kazoo in Grammy Museum interview. Taylor at Cara's London for month

27 September - Harry released Two Ghosts and Girl Crush as a Spotify Single recorded in Metropolis London, and photos of him recording it. Two days before he performed it in Nashville

28 September - Harry wears red in the Radio City music hall, NY plays Story of My Life in full and has an aborted heart kiss.

29 September - Taylor releases Spotify playlist of 70 songs. Anniversary of Harry’s “we don’t need no piece of paper tweet” and Harry’s another man mixtape. Song 7 is Boys, 20 is Liam Gallagher "for what's worth", followed by "miss you". 27 is We don't deserve love, Niall Horan is at 37 "Too much to ask", it also features Ariana Grande, Kesha, Kings of Leon, Bon Iver, 57 is Perfect by Ed Sheeran, the same name as the 1D song. It ends with #70 'She's casual' about a guy falling in love with a fling.

14 October - Phoenix - During Meet me in the Hallway (1:39). After “I walked the streets all day” before “running with the thieves”. This was Harry's last US show

October - Liam said he saw Harry at the Bowery Hotel

25 October - Harry performs in Paris, he cries on 'even my phone misses your call' twice in FTDT (1:53 and again 3:30). Taylor was in Nashville for Rep Secret Sessions.

8 November - kiwi video released with Taylor looking kid

11 November - Taylor in NYC

10 November - Reputation released end game radio single on 14th

13 November - blind item that This Is What You Came For was about Harry

17 November - the HS behind the album performances released, first seen in BTA

28 November - Harry performs VS Show, Taylor cancels. New Years Day released as a single 27 November.

10 December - Taylor performs then watches Ed's show with Joe at Jingle Bell Ball London

12 December - Taylor and Joe in NYC

Continue in 2018

[francesminos-tt]

A CuriousCat prompt fill of Joffron being half brothers. Warning: might not be the half brother you are thinking of.

Imagine this.

You were named after your gay dad’s ex, who was killed by a drunk driver on his way to attend the wedding of your gay dad and your bisexual mom. You never had the chance to really know your gay dad because he died shortly after you were born. You had two older brothers, who loved you very much and you loved them back, but you learned that the three of you might not be the biological children of your gay dad on your fifth birthday. You was so shocked that you knocked off your birthday cake and cried yourself to sleep that night. Not that you wanted to be the biological child of your gay dad or anything, but at least they could choose another day to tell you (To be fair, it was brought up by Uncle Aegon).

Your mom remarried shortly afterwards, giving you a very cool stepdad and two beautiful stepsisters from your stepdad’s previous marriage. You liked Daemon, and somehow, he liked you too. He treated you like his own, even after your two little half-brothers were born. You looked after Aeg and Vis, pleased that you were no longer the baby in the family. Your life was getting better, despite the dramatics of the whole biological/moral/legal dad thing. You were even comfortable enough to joke about it in school, and no one dared to mess with you because they were all scared of Daemon.

All things considered, Joffrey Velaryon Targaryen’s life was going pretty well. He was a freshman of King’s Landing College on a football scholarship, majoring in Computer Science (yes, he was not all muscle and no brain gym bro, thank you very much). He had made some friends in class and in football training, and if he wanted to brag, he could say that he was selected as the hottest new face on campus this year (the voting pool was suspiciously all male).

Everything looked so promising to Joffrey until he opened the front door of his family house on an ordinary Sunday morning and was greeted by a well-groomed middle-aged man with braided silver hair and a big smile.

“Joffrey! My boy! How you have grown!” The man swept Joffrey into a bear hug, his cologne almost suffocating the boy.

“Give him a break,” Rhaenyra rushed to save her son and tried to hide Joffrey’s tall figure behind her, “you are scaring him.”

“Mom?” Joffrey looked to his mother in confusion, his baseball cap knocked askew by the man’s powerful hug, “Who’s this? Your ex? Does he want money?”

“Joff, dear, listen.” Rhaenyra looked embarrassed, which was more than enough for Joffrey to worry, “No matter what I am about to say, know that I love you, okay?”

“You are scaring me, mom.” Joffrey said honestly.

“Well, this man is my ex…” Rhaenyra paused, taking a sharp inhale before revealing the shocking news, “husband. He’s your legal dad, Laenor Velaryon.”

“What?”

“That’s right, son.” Laenor tried to swing an arm over Joffrey’s shoulder, but the boy was too tall for him to do it, “Sorry for going awol for so long.”

“But you are supposed to be dead!” Joffrey said in disbelief, “Mom told me that you were drowned when surfing!”

“Really, Nyra? Drowned when surfing?” Now was Laenor’s turn to look surprised, “Me? An Olympic level surfer?”

“What else am I supposed to tell him, Laenor? That you fucked off to Essos with your lover?”

“Hey, it was a mutual agreement. I leave, and you can marry Daemon.”

“Well, yes, but at least you could come up with your own excuse.” Rhaenyra rolled her eyes. They were bickering like a pair of old ladies who had known each other for life.

“Mom, care to explain?” Joffrey turned to Rhaenyra with a raised eyebrow, “Please don’t tell me my whole life is a lie.”

It turned out far worse than that. Joffrey, who had believed he was the son of Laenor and Rhaenyra until he was five, and then was told that in fact he was not Laenor’s son. He had believed for his whole 19 years of life that though he had never met his biological father, he had a mother who loved him very much, but this belief proved wrong today when he was revealed another shocking news about his parents.

“So you are saying, I am actually the child of dad and Mr. Harwin? Like, I am the genetic offspring of two men and you are just my surrogate mother?” Joffrey summed up the 30-minute speech he had just been told with a tone so calm that it worried Rhaenyra.

“I carried you in my body for 10 months, Joff. You are every bit of my son as well as theirs.” Rhaenyra made the boy sit down and cradled his head, “Nothing has changed, okay? If you don’t want to see your dad, I can kick him out right away. I will make sure he never shows up in front of you again if you so wish.”

The thing was, Joffrey didn't know what to wish. He always envied Jace and Luke, because not only did they remember Laenor, they had also spent several summer holidays with Mr. Harwin, who was supposed to their biological father, while Joffrey knew no father except Daemon. He had made peace with that, but the shocking news just made his will dissolve like bubbles in the sun.

“Why is he here?” Joffrey asked Rhaenyra as if he were a grumpy little boy who was determined not to look at Laenor.

“Son, I am sorry that I have been away, but trust me, it was the best way we could come up with at the time. The marriage between me and your mother was never a happy one, and you will be far better off having Daemon as a father figure than me.” Laenor spoke; he actually sounded wise this time, “I am not here to destroy your life. Consider me an addition. You can have another adult to talk to or rant at whenever you want. Hey, guess what? I can be your cool uncle, or dad, or pops, or anything else you want to call me.”

“He has some business to discuss here.” Rhaenyra told him gently, “Don't worry. He won’t stay with us. He’s just been bugging me about when he can see you, so I let him visit for a bit.”

“I would get a huge inheritance, a large seaside house and a hot half-sibling if it were a romcom movie.” Joffrey murmured, still burying his face in his mother’s bosom, but he didn't sound too distressed. He had seen enough drama in this house to be distressed by this anyway.

“Well, about that…”

————————————————————————

It turned out, Joffrey’s life was not a romcom. It was a twisted soap drama with too many coincidences to justify shit writing. For example, he learned that the business Laenor had in King’s Landing was actually getting official custody of his other mysterious son who he had left at a sept.

“You left your son at a sept? What kind of fucked up father are you?” Joffrey was so furious that he could punch Laenor’s handsome face with his bare fist.

“I had no choice! Joffrey threatened to break up with me! Not you, dear, Joffrey Lonmouth.” Laenor lifted both his hands as a surrender, “And the child’s mother didn't want him. It was a teenager mistake. I made sure to leave enough money for him!”

“He’s still going to foster care no matter how much money you left in his cradle.” Joffrey said coldly, “You can at least be a man and look after him yourself. Perhaps you and mom wouldn't even have to marry if you already had a son.”

“I know, I am a dick.” Laenor sighed, pinching his own nose bridge, “I contacted the sept where I left him, and found out that he was adopted for a while but his adopting family hasn’t really been taking care of him, so I decided to step up and be a man this time. That’s why I am here.”

“A bit too late for that.” Joffrey commented.

“I know.” Laenor replied, “I don't need redemption, but I want to make amends. I want to make amends with you too, Joffrey. I am so sorry that I have been absent all your life.”

“It sounds like your other son needs you more than me. You should start with him.” Joffrey said.

Laenor looked disappointed, because Joffrey’s words seemed like a rejection. However, as the boy‘s mother, Rhaenyra could tell that Joffrey had already forgiven Laenor. He was just too proud and stubborn to admit it.

Laenor promised that he would keep Joffrey updated with the legal process, and he did. Rhaenyra helped him find a lawyer and even attended the hearing as a character witness. The process went smoothly, and Laenor finally got full custody with the son he barely knew. Joffrey was happy for him, really, but his happiness was ruined when Laenor brought this boy to the Rhaenyra’s house to officially introduce him to the family.

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.” Joffrey murmured to himself. It was supposed to be a whisper, but the room was so quiet that everyone heard him loud and clearly, including Aeg and Vis.

“Language, Joff!” Rhaenyra warned him, while Daemon just let out a sharp laugh.

“It’s okay, mom. We are not kids anymore, right, Aeg?” Viserys, who just celebrated his 14th birthday, winked at his 16 year-old brother.

Aegon just shrugged, too busy fiddling with his phone.

Joffrey didn't hear his mother’s warning at all. He just kept staring at this newcomer, a tall and handsome young man roughly Jace’s age, with well-groomed silver curls and a pair of light violet eyes. He wore a knit vest over a shirt, paired with jeans, casual but not too casual, relaxed but not too slack, a perfect balance between youthful and proper. He was relatively toned, if the veins on his forearm was any indication, yet he looked bookish at the same time with a pair of glasses on his nose. Just Joffrey’s type.

“You look familiar,” Lucerys commented after a while, “hey, Joff, is this the guy you disappeared with at the party?”

Joffrey tried to cover Lucerys’s mouth, but it was too late. The cat had already been out of the box.

“Disappear with?” Jace asked.

“Party?” Rhaenyra mirrored her eldest son’s frown.

Daemon laughed harder.

Joffrey didn't know what got him at this moment, but his first reaction was to jump up from his chair and took a hold of the guy’s collar, dragging him upstairs to his room and shutting the door with a loud bang.

“What the fuck?!” Joffrey shoved the guy against the wall, his fist inches away from the guy’s handsome face.

“Hello to you too.” The guy had the audacity to smile, “I wasn’t expecting such a warm welcome, Joffrey.”

“You fucking knew!” Joffrey was about to punch the guy but his fist was stopped by a large and calloused palm, and the next thing he knew, their position was reserved. Now Joffrey was the one being pinned against the wall.

“You seem to only know how to say fuck today.” The guy said, tilting Joffrey’s chin up, “Are you this eager, baby? Is that why you dragged me to your room?”

“Cut the crap, Daeron.” Joffrey spat, “We’ve been fucking for what, months now? And you have never, not even once, mentioned you are my gay dad’s accidental child. How dare you!”

Daeron chuckled, one hand on Joffrey’s chin and the other roaming down the boy’s torso.

“What difference will it make?” Daeron said with a flat tone, “I never lied to you. I told you that I was brought up in a church, and adopted by a religious family before they decided to send me away to Old Town. I never felt I belonged there. I ran away as soon as I turned 18, and have been working at the bar we met ever since.”

“I thought it was your lame pickup line.” Joffrey admitted before he could stop himself.

“And who believed my lame pickup line?” Daeron couldn’t help but lean in to kiss away the small pout on Joffrey’s lips, “You are so spoiled, Joffrey. You never know what it feels like when life deals you a shitty hand.”

“Fuck you.” Joffrey tried to bite Daeron’s tongue, but the damn blonde was so quick that he failed to catch it on time, “You don't know me at all.”

“Oh, but I do know you, little brother.” Daeron licked his lips like predator in front of a prey, “I know you so well that I want to destroy you. How come you have a loving mother, a wealthy stepdad, siblings who care about you, a biological dad who wants to beg for your forgiveness, a full scholarship, a nice life and everything, while I have been neglected my whole life?”

Joffrey had no words to say to that. He realized that he was indeed lucky, when Daeron put it like that, but he didn't take anything from anyone to achieve this. He could not be punished for being lucky.

“Joffrey? Is everything all right?” Rhaenyra’s voice came through the door with a soft knock, “Don’t do anything stupid, okay? We can work this out.”

“Listen to her. We can work this out, can't we, little brother?” Daeron chuckled as his hand came down to Joffrey’s groin, “I’ve heard that siblings tend to be attracted to each other. I guess that’s why we are so compatible in bed, aren’t we?”

Joffrey hadn't realized until this moment that he had been fucking his half-brother for months now.

Fuck, he was so screwed.

[toxicanonymity]

Let me know when Stepdad is up so I can fight him. The only thing that man is get is these hands. 👊👊👊

FAQ

Omg y'all are killing him 🥺. In his desperation to improve his audience favorability, hopefully he doesn't get any well-meaning bad advice. Like he has a flip chart in the living room and some of them are helping him brainstorm.

Stepdad is already rubbing his temples.

Night walks: "think she would let ya do some lines off her? maybe ask nice when she's already high?"

**Raider walks up to join**

Trouble: "No shade but aren't your ratings down, too?"

Raider: "not as bad as him."

Stepdad shakes his head at raider. "how do you get away with this shit?"

Thighs out: "wardrobe canceled it out." They nod. "can ya wear a body holster? or hey, raider, let him borrow some jeggings."

Stepdad: "hard pass. y'all know he doesn't wear underwear, right?"

Free use, "just stop takin' off the glasses."

Stepdad points at Free Use with the marker and raises his eyebrows, "that's good." It's the first thing he writes down. "ok..... Anyone else?"

Slasher, "don't wanna overstep as the new guy, but is the audience a little too secure in her survival?" They murmur gentle disapproval.

Raider, "he's not that dark. OH -- tried chaining her to a radiator?" Stepdad takes an exasperated breath.

Night Walks: "there IS no radiator." Raider nods thoughtfully.

Stepdad: "even if there was, i-"

Speakeasy: "OH!" (slaps hand on knee) "you could just take her up against a door or wall." He shrugs with his palms up like he just solved it. "everywhere has walls." Night Walks shrugs and nods like, 'not bad.'

Stepdad: "I'm not taking her anywhere."

A beat of silence as they take that in, followed by cross talk like, "ok, come on." "That's your issue." etc.

Lincoln walks by eating an apple and pauses to watch.

Stepdad clenches his jaw and shakes his head at the rest of the guys.

Free Use: "what did you think this was, a book club?"

Lincoln says "Mm" and holds up a finger while he finishes chewing and they all get quiet. "Gotta be more strategic. Find out what the audience wants."

Stepdad: "how am I supposed to-"

Trouble snaps his fingers. "Toxic's got this whole murder board of stuff they want."

They're quiet. Stepdad says, "Yeah, sure."

Trouble, "I've seen it. It's upstairs. You need to get up there."

Stepdad caps the marker. "That's not gonna happen. Pretty sure she hates me." They make room for him on the sectional and he sits down.

Night walks: "are you high on that marker? Gimme that." He snatches it and uncaps it. "She doesn't hate any of us." He pulls his head back at the strength of the marker.

Stepdad, thinking about the murder board: "that might've been what got me here in the first place."

Stepdad

[tparker48]

"Emil!" Amy, his girlfriend, called to him. We're just about to head out for the evening, are you sure you don't want to come?"

"Yes yes, I'm sure." He ushered away the offer, tilting his cap over his eyes to block the sun from the window. "You and your mom enjoy yourselves."

"Alright, well dad is up in his room. He should be having his shower, so he shouldn't bother ya for a while."

"Aw the old man? Why is he staying while you're out." He groaned.

"The same way you’re staying while out. So please do your best not to kill each other okay. For me?" Amy asked. She leaned close to his head and removed his cap, kissing him on the forehead before placing it back on. "I love you."

He grumbled from her affection, but smiled as he brushed through her curly hair. "I love you too." he said.

After sharing more words with each other, Amy eventually left with her mom. Leaving Emil all to himself in the living room. Taking the opportunity, he grabbed the remote and a couple of snacks as he sat upon the couch. Taking in the bliss of solitude he had to himself, all the while enjoying his shows he loved so dear. 

"Ah that's what im talking" Emil sighed, raising a slice of pizza over his mouth as he chewed at the tip.

Everything seemed to be going so well, Emil fully relaxed in the center of the couch. But in second, that would change. Digging through his stash of candy, he chewed on a twizzler until its end touched his lips. "That's a..a funny taste.."  His head felt dizzy as his mind spun around the room, his vision becoming blurry as he tried to reach for his own hand. Within seconds, he blacked out.

About an hour later, he eventually woke up.

"Ooo..my head." he groaned, barely able to get up as his body still felt numb. He opened his eyes to gaze at his surroundings, shock filling his soul when he looked to the couch he was on. The green wool stretched into the horizon, The TV standing further in the distance like the sun. 

"What happened to me!?" He yelled. He got up as he scaled the rest of the area. But stopped when the pressure in the room changed, a rush of air shaking the blinds as the sound of a door closed in the distance. 

Emil looked to the hallway when a shadow loomed over the walls, the sound of wet stomps lingering through the air the closer it got. Getting to the end of the hall, the figure came into more clarity, Emil's eyes widening to see Amy's dad enter the room. 

"What a shower that was, I feel like a new man" he announced into the room. Adjusting his towel as he walked through the living room, knotting the edge that came undone as his thigh swung over the flap. 

Emil watched from the couch as his stepdad moved along the carpet, making way towards the laundry area as he went to fetch his clothes. Watching him exit into the door frame, he went to get off the couch. Whenever he saw that oaf enter the room, problems always seemed to follow when he was around. He wobbled around the soft surface of the couch, the cushion sinking underneath his weight as he made his way to the middle. The gap between the cushions blocking his path. 

"Ah, how am Ingoing to get across this?" Emil puzzled.

"Damn it!" He heard from the laundry room, the stepdad exiting out of the frame with a set of pants and shirts in hand. Their colors darkened as their fabric was wrinkled. "I thought I told Amy to put them on most dry, now I gotta redo them!"

his stepdad threw the clothes into the mouth of the dryer, slamming it before he turned back  to the living room. Entering, Emil saw him approach, his form growing larger with each step he'd take. His mind raced on what might happen if he found him like this, he wasn't in the mood for his daily lectures, not at a time like this. He looked to the gap between the cushions as he made a decision.

"I guess I could hide a bit until Amy gets home. Anything to not bear dealing with her dad's barking." He thought. Leaning into the gap, he jumped into its maw and dug his way through the cushion. Wiggling himself inside until his entire body was hidden away from the surface. "It's not watching TV, but it couldn’t get much worse than this.

Emil curled on his side to give himself more comfort for his side, looking at the space between the cushions as light shined within the gap. But that light suddenly started to fade, stomps echoing from the outside. Puzzled, he pushed his arms into the closed gap, opening a window for himself to peek through. What he saw next, made his face grow pale. A hairy crack hurtled towards him, the towel flying behind it like a cape as it loomed closer. "Oh no no-!"

Plomp! The ass crashed in the center of the cushions, splitting the gap open as bubbled flesh forced its way through. A portion of its muscle managing to touch Emil's body inside.

"I guess I got some time to kill before they're done." The stepdad said. turning to the TV, he grabbed for the remote, but grabbed a twizzler wrapper instead. "Gah, what a mess this is." he scoffed. "I bet it's that boyfriend of hers. I swear that man always seems to push my buttons. 

He threw the wrapper to the side before leaning into the cushion. When he relaxed, he sat harder onto the couch. Meanwhile underneath, Emil’s hands held against the hairy bubbled skin. It smelled of axe soap as its scent overrode the once clear air. Its smooth surface blocking the way, gravity sending its round form against Emil’s body.

"Grk! Old man really needs to shave back here!" Emil gritted, his palms sliding across the damp strands of asshairs. Shifting his upper body toward them, he took a regretful breath before pushing into the glutes. Their center cushioning as his hand sunk inside, droplets from the crack trickling onto his face.

 "Ugh!" He groaned, lowering a hand to rub off the lingering fluid. The cheek quick to advance as it enveloped the other, swallowing Emil's arms. "Damn it! Let go!" He pried at the flesh, but they were too heavy and damp to slide through.

As he struggled to get his arm out, the stepdad above shifted in his seat. Tilting to the side, his fingers crawled their way to one of his cheeks, spreading them apart to ease the discomfort. When it opened, Emil's arm did become free, but was in a bad spot. When the cheek spread apart, the stepdad shifted forcefully on the couch, making the ass jump before landing back onto the gap. Sending Emil’s upper body half up the crack before the flesh clamped at his waist.

"Ah! I can't move!" Emil strained, flesh sandwiching him on all sides. "Gotta get..out of this!" 

He moved around the little space he had, pushing into them before they retracted with a clench. The walls were thicker than they were from the outside, they were tender, more dry as they grinded against his body. Perhaps now would be the best time to let the old man know, he thought. Groaning at the option, he proceeded to knead into the walls. They felt like he was pressing against a mattress as the surface barely cushioned beneath his hands, but he didn't let that deter him.

"Just think of getting out, just think of getting out" he chanted to himself.

"I really need to get new furniture. This couch is ticklin' at my behind.”

"It's not the couch old man! It's-"

Pfft! A sudden squeeze sent gas from above, showering Emil in a putrid smell. He coughed on its oaky scent, racing to clear his nose to block his pure air from becoming tainted. But that wouldn't stop it, for another burst raced through the crack, seeping from the hole in a low but deep hiss as water spewed from its maw.

"Aah that's better. Maybe that.will teach this couch not to tickle me" the stepdad side, tilting a leg upward as he released another. Its sound unceremoniously louder than other, it was bubbly, and messy as it made his rear bounce.

Bzzz! A sound came from the laundry room.

"Finally they're done." The stepdad said.

Getting up, he leaned into the couch as his rear took in more couch gap, jumping to his feet before he made his way to the laundry room. Unraveling his towel, he took it off to let his body bask in the cool air. Scratching his crack as the tickling feeling seemed to diminish. As he walked, he wondered where Emil would be. Amy said he was going to be here too, perhaps he went on a walk. But little did he know, her boyfriend was right there with him, ankle deep between his moon-sized glutes as they hid him away between the bushes of asshairs.

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Later that night, Amy and the others finally cane him from their event. Her father, fully clothed as he sat along his lounging chair.

"Hey dad, we're home." She announced to him, bags in hand as she set them upon the table.

"Good to see you are home sweet home sweet heart." He said.

"How was you and Emil's time together?" She asked "Please tell me you two didn't argue while we were gone."

"Hah! As innocent as always." He replied. "The day's been quite quiet, haven't seen him for the entirety."

"Uh..that's new. It’s unlike him to not cause a ruckus."

"Meh, why get uncomfortable with a new change of habit. Place has been rather quiet, let him have it I say." He fanned at the air before pulling up at his seat.

"Well suppose that's a plus." she replied. She grabbed her bags on the floor and made her way into her room. Typing at her phone to see if she could call him.

When she disappeared into the hallway, the stepdad wiggled his body around the cushion before he leaned back. But lifted up when something ringed between his cheeks. "This damn chair.." He scratched at it, digging his fingers into his rear before sitting back down.

[tuesdayisfordancing]

Preliminary thoughts on the second half of 3.4:

“Bob’s your uncle, Fanny’s your aunt” wtf Jack. Is this a thing people say. ETA: apparently people really do add “Fanny’s your aunt” on the end of “Bob’s your uncle”. THE MORE YOU KNOW

Oooh Jack looking at his mother while she talks about Deanna… All these ghosts that hovered around his childhood suddenly aren’t ghosts anymore!

No Raffi and… do I give a Bechdel point between Seven and the changeling? I’m gonna say no bc changeling gender unknown and also bc come the fuck on.

Sidney LaForge shoulda gotten to do more: my first thought is she should’ve been the one to think of throwing the asteroid at the ship, given that she excitedly talked about it when Vadic did it to them, but alternatively they could have also done a thing where ~oh~ people think she’s not a great pilot but when she follows her instincts in a situation with less fancy tools she’s magic! (aka give her Jack’s “wait 4 more seconds trust me” moment)

I care very much about Jack’s sad little face and his sad little cap at the bar and the feelings I am going to assume he has about Starfleet being a fucking. Simultaneous shadow over his whole life that’s the reason he doesn’t have a brother or a dad or stepdad and his mom doesn’t have friends and a bright shining thing that his mom and dad both talk about like it was something incredibly magical and that he doesn’t get to be a part of. BUT I do think all the reasons I brainstormed for Jack not wanting to meet Picard were less cliched and I’m going to continue to headcanon a whole bunch of factors. (Also it’s very hard for me to let go of Jack just being a bitch to Picard for no particular reason I preferred that. I also preferred the shining moment when “I never had [a father]!” was not the cliche bitterness at Picard not being there but instead a defiant statement that his sperm donor is irrelevant and no one is going to tell him that he has or needs a father.)

Oh and Jack saying “I know my mother didn’t hate you but” about his name, interesting. Did he assume she did at one point? More emphasis on Beverly not talking about history. But also, more Beverly being characterized in what people say about her while she’s offscreen.

Entirely insufficient Beverly. Why am I not watching a show called Crusher, about Beverly and her complicated family and her inner life? Like it’s not even that she’s generally been a character I prefer over Picard, neither of them were one of my special little guys on TNG but they were both fun, but right now they’ve set her up with way more interesting stuff going on than him and it feels like she’s not getting the time of day about it!

[your-nanas-house]

Hi can I request Chris decker x plus!size reader I was thinking that when Chris almost got robbed and when sky died right next to him Chris never got married or had a kid when all of that happened instead he lived alone he had no wife or kids so after is incident Chris signed up for a dating app and he matched up with the reader and when they where having dinner Chris invited the reader into his home as long as she promised she wasn’t a serial killer or a rover she said she wasn’t when they were just sitting on his couch talking the reader asked him what was with all the questions Chris told the reader what happened with sky and he was trying to be careful the reader said she was sorry for what happened to him so maybe after a while into there friendly relationship they start dating and when they were just friends they slept together a lot so maybe that now there dating the reader opens up to Chris because he wants to know some of her secrets she told him that she was abused by her stepdad it stopped when she moved back in with her dad maybe for the end Chris got really serious with the reader and asked her to marry him.

Hello darling, this idea was amazing! Thank you for you patience. 🥲🥰 it really means a lot to me.

After a bottle of wine

◇ Pairing: Chris Decker X fem!Reader

◇ Warnings: angst, traumas, depression, date app, sadness

◇ Summary: Chris gives a chance to humanity again

◇ Notes: Sorry for the mistakes and the English.

A rich house in the mountains would typically be an ostentatious, fancy house situated amongst the snow-capped peaks of the mountain range. It could have a modern design and a modern interior, with sleek lines and designer furniture. It might have large windows that overlook the mountains, with stunning views of nature. It could have an outdoor fireplace and terrace with a luxurious seating area where the inhabitants can relax and enjoy themselves while admiring the scenery.

A huge, paradisiacal house that for Chris Decker was a kind of prison, the traumas he had suffered remained despite the fact that it had definitely been so long haunted him every day, especially at night when he tried to sleep, darkness surrounded him like the silence of the huge house.

He had not been out of his home much anymore, his trust in human beings was not as strong as it once was, he had also lost contact with his ex-wife despite seeing his daughter at certain times during the year.

Chris felt extremely lonely, afraid, sad and worried but his primal instincts prevailed one night since, after a few more glasses of wine, he found himself asleep on the couch the next morning. His hair tousled, a throbbing headache, his glasses forgotten on the floor like the glass and empty bottle of wine, his phone ringing with the alarm clock he had programmed for his morning exercises.

There didn't seem to be anything different except from his phone which kept lighting up showing notifications belonging to a dating app. The ginger couldn't remember how or why he had done it but in an effort to understand more about what had happened the night before he opened the app, with one hand he held the phone while the other rubbed his eye in an attempt to chase away sleep before placing his glasses in place on his face to read the messages.

There were several matches and requests for conversations, most were definitely attractive looking young women but looking for love or a fuck, something Chris was not looking for at that time.

The only contact that didn't alienate or disgust him was a reply from a young girl, in her profile picture she had y/h/c hair, y/e/c eyes and curves that the young man found attractive. It had her passions written on it and a brief description of her person which Chris didn't read right away, opting to read what he had written to her the night before.

Unfortunately for him the messages had apparently cleared and there was only a text lighting his tired face

'Thank you for the conversation yesterday, it was very interesting and pleasant'.

The rich young man could not remember what he had written to her at all but for some strange reason, the urge to delete the app did not come as strong as he was hoping. He had no intention of responding anyway, which is why he ignored it until lunchtime.

It was just when he was busy eating alone, soft music playing in the background, that a new notification appeared illuminating his phone and causing him to pick it up as if on impulse;

That's when he decided to reply to her with a gentle message explaining the situation.

The young woman who said her name was Y/n was very sympathetic to him, she stayed awake till late answering his messages, keeping him company until they both fell asleep.

.

It soon became a somewhat habit for both. The two of them texting each other every day, even getting to the next steps of sending voice messages, selfies, and photos of things they wanted to share, and after a period of several months they even got to making long phone calls.

It was only after several months though, that Chris found the courage to want to meet her in person, agreeing to go to a restaurant with her on a Friday night.

.

The young man was nervous, his tuxedo made him feel ridiculous which is why he decided to change into more casual clothes before leaving his house to drive his car to the restaurant.

An Italian restaurant, private and domestic, there were flowers everywhere and writing in Italian on the walls and on the menus. Inside there were several round tables already set, the atmosphere was definitely romantic and pleasant. Anyone would have fallen in love there but Chris was not there for that reason, although he had a red rose in his hand for his new "friend".

He entered the place awkwardly and made his way among the tables, searching with his eyes for Y/n.

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[nothing0fnothing]

I was 9 or 10 and sitting in the front seat of the busted little green car my stepdad used the drive.

I hated sitting in the front seat when he was driving. It was a level of separation away from my friend in the back seat, but it also gave him easy acsess to hurt me when he was sitting across from me. He was an expert at it too. I'd have stars in my vision from being smacked into the passenger window or be screaming in pain from having the pressure points in my knee squeezed and rolled, and he wouldn't even swerve.

He pulled the car to a stop outside of youth group and by the time he was round to the open passenger side window I was just taking my seat belt off and finishing my thought.

I wasn't out of the car fast enough for him, so he jabbed me, hard on the arm, 5 times. So hard my eyes stung with the threat of tears and my arm was still tender and sore a half hour later. I saw why when we were given permission to remove our uniform jackets and I got a look at what my arm looked like in my cap sleeve top. I instinctively pulled the jacket back on over it.

4 blue, sore fingerprints in a straight line down my upper arm. No wonder it was tender, it looked awful. The prints looked massive on me too, painting about a third of my entire upper arm. There was no way it'd look like the result of children roughhousing on the playground. These were unmistakably adult male fingerprints.

I'd gone pale and sick looking when I realised how bad it was. It had happened less than a foot from my friends face in the car and it happened so quick, she hadn't even noticed, literally nobody would beleive me even if I told the honest truth, but I had no way to lie either. I was thinking up a solution where I only wore long tops in the June heat for a few weeks when I got pulled to the back.

"You alright Cor'?" It was the sweet old man who ran the youth group. I always liked him, which made it so much sadder for me to lie to him.

"Fine thanks" I tried to put some pep on it but it just sounded like anxiety. That with the sickly drained face and being the only kid in uniform, he was unsure.

A few minutea later, the two nicest grown ups and I were in the kitchen alone while the other kids played and the other 3 leaders supervised. I was given a sugary cup of milky tea and a biscuit while we chatted small talk for a few minutes. They tried to seem nonchalant in their attitude, probably in hopes I'd be more honest if I didn't know this chat was based in concern, but I was too observant for that. I wasn't a normal nine year old kid, this wasn't my first time involved in a 'casual chat' with some nice grownups who just wanted to talk a little bit about my home life.

It made me want to cry, but I knew if I did it would mean even more concern, so I smiled and chomped biscuits and pretended to be a normal kid. I'd felt confident I had skirted my way out of a talk with my parents about my weird behaviour and it showed. So when they ran a scripted "it's so warm in here we should all take our jackets off" bit, it was incredibly obvious my stomach had dropped into the floor and my blood went cold.

Somebody had seen the bruises.

"Come on Cordelia, you're running around out there you must be very warm with your jacket on."

I looked into my tea and breathed shakily to get myself together. "I'm actually really cold." I said, kicking myself because I knew I wasn't fooling anyone.

"Didn't I see you with it off earlier? Were you not warm then?"

"I was, but I'm cold now." I'd gone from GoGo Juice pep to sullen preteen in 8 seconds. They knew they were onto something.

"You know, when you're a grown up at a youth group your job becomes to look after the kids, and if something was wrong we'd like to look after you."

Now I was staring straight at the table, blinking tears down and sniffling. I knew they'd seen it, but I also knew I couldn't show them for fear of what would meet me in 45 minutes when my parents showed up to collect me.

"Imagine if you were a grown up and you had a kid your age who was sad and wanted to wear their uniform jacket on a hot day, what would you be worried about?"

"That they would overheat." I replied, but when the response back was silence I anxiously filled it. "Or maybe they were hiding something."

"Are you hiding something Cordelia?" Fuck.

"You can check my pockets if you want." I said evasively. It felt horrible to lie barefaced like this. I was sure that this would colour their opinion of me forever, that all of the adults would know I was a lying liar and none of them would like me anymore. I felt so sour about it. No other kid had to pick between being safe at home and being liked at youth group. Being liked by the adults was so important to me too. I hoped I could make this up later, but realistically I knew no adult would like a lying child.

When I sipped the tea it was warm and comforting. I'd gone cold with anxiety. I had been given a grown up, pink ceramic mug rather than one of the Styrofoam cups they usually serve drinks to the kids in. I cupped it in my hands felt the comforting wave of warmth spread through my body.

I caught a glimpse of myself in the shiny surface of my phone screen, I looked sick for sure. My eyes looked beady and black, my skin looked pale and lifeless and all over my face and neck I had prickled goosebumps. This is how I look every time it goes very bad at home, I know because I had watched my own face drain of colour in the mirror once when I saw the results of another bad day blinking back at me. It was something to do with remembering it, it just made me feel like it was happening again.

I sat with the group leaders for the rest of our session, honestly thankful for the cups of tea and the comforting space away from the other children to process what had happened on the drive up. I opened up about some things, school and home and friends. I think at first I thought I was manipulating them away from the bruises on my forearm, but eventually I was crying and sipping teas and eating biscuits and feeling the weights I didn't know I was carrying lift off my shoulders.

They were patient and understanding, and they wanted me to talk as much as I could. I think they thought if I opened up enough I'd would bring the walls down and I'd stop being so guarded about what happened to my arm. I didn't. They never got to confirm what they saw, I never breathed a word about my violent, scary home life and I showed up with long sleeves every subsequent week.

I think they told social services anyway, who came to my school to check. By the time I was sat with an investigator it was weeks later and my incredibly obvious finger print bruises had faded to yellow and green smudges I could have gotten anywhere. I said I got them playing outside. No action needed.

[bonefall]

Hawkfather AU where Breezepelt believes Crow is still his dad, but either him or Night give Croe shit during the gathering after Holly announces the secret that Crow is like: "Onestar, I have a fucking announcement too!" And Fire, Blackstar, and maybe Hawkstar is all "Go ahead, Crowfeather."

Crowfeather: "Breezepelt, I AM NOT your father. Hawkfrost is. Yeah, I covered for Nightcloud but I'm not doing it anymore. Have fun with your MULTIPLE siblings, you ass." *stalks away.*

I think it would be extremely cathartic, personally, if Breezepelt was able to leave WindClan to go be more appreciated in RiverClan if his adopted dad decided to cap off a whole life's worth of neglect with a public shaming like that

But! In Hawkfather/Sweet Nothings, Breezepelt is actually very aware that Crowfeather isn't his father. In fact I think he struggles a lot with it, WindClan kinda sees him like a horrible reminder of Mudclaw's Rebellion

He was born to Nightcloud out of ambition, and is Hawkfrost's first child. Hawkfrost planned to use his WindClan mate as a pawn to make the clan more receptive to the idea of integrating with RiverClan. When the rebellion failed, he dropped Nightcloud like a rock. She would never give up her baby, either, so she became a single parent.

In this AU, Crowfeather and Nightcloud do actually like each other and are together because of that. Unlike canon, Crowfeather DOES make an effort to be close to his stepson, but Breeze...

Breeze is not really treated well by WindClan, he feels like an outcast, and Crowfeather is an unwanted stepdad that makes Breeze feel like he's being replaced. Breeze was told his father is Hawkfrost, deputy of RiverClan, and it's probably known by the whole Clan but not discussed (I keep my Queen's Rights in all WC-related material I do).

Crowfeather's Trial is more about Breeze being able to finally bond with Crowfeather, the man who's been his REAL dad all along. Smokehaze and Brindlewing aren't Breeze's kids, they're new half-siblings from NightxCrow.

[zenithabovemarshland]

Been thinking about Moon vs Mars and Virgo. I have lots of people with big Virgos in my life, and a few of them have a Virgo Moon. I have a Virgo Mars. I was recently accused (being dramatic to make myself laugh) of liking "crafting" and I'm like uh no I don't like crafting, I like having crafting skills. People don't seem to think there's a difference.

When I think of "crafting" I imagine a pastime. I imagine rooms or even studios dedicated to crafting tables and materials. I think of my stepdad, a Virgo Moon, who whittles, builds, and does stained glass in his free time. All of us kids are accumulating more and more of his little wood carvings because he wants to whittle and has nothing in particular to make, so he makes whatever and gives them away because he doesn't have room for all of them. To me, that's someone who likes crafting.

I, on the other hand, like having what I'm calling "granny skills". I like being able to sew, knit, and crochet, to bind books, to DIY my own stamps, to embroider, etc. because I like being able to fulfill a specific, defined need myself when it's the most actionable way of doing things. I don't like knitting or wtv, I like that I'm able to. I like having lots and lots of different skills, but they're not relaxing to me.

(Both my stepdad and I are Cap Mercury, so both our Virgos are even more physical, resourceful, and practice-oriented. We're also both Cap Suns, so our basic prerogatives are similar. I think we're a good example of Moon vs Mars cause these variables are relatively controlled. My Moon sign is air, and his Mars is fire.)