#when you’re in a dysfunctional family sometimes all you have is your siblings

[chloesimaginationthings]

Okay, but Elizabeth being an absolute savage girlboss isn't something that's talked about enough.

Love how you're spitting facts for our girly pop. 💪💪💪

TBH I go off the personality baby has, and gotta assume some of that sass is definitely Elizabeth

[listofwhyyouloveher]

Hi dear I hope you're doing well and I was hoping if you can do the whole greaser gang with a s/o that's like Fiona Gallagher from the show shameless? Like she's taking care of her six siblings and her dad who's usually at the bar or passed out somewhere. Their mother ran out and is mentally ill so their s/o is left to be her siblings mother/father/ and nurse fill free to ignore if you want to do and I hope you have a good day!

Summary: The Outsider x Fiona Gallagher!Reader Warnings:mentions of absent mother, drinking, very toxic adult behavior, dysfunctional family Author's Note: gonna be busy tmrw and weekend again, ill try and post 1 fic per day but no promises.

PONYBOY CURTIS

Ponyboy doesn’t really live in a dysfunctional family, yes his home life is tough but Darry loves him and tries his best and pony knows that

However, pony cant mentally put himself in Darry’s shoes of having no-one to lean on and having to take care of many siblings

When he first met you, he was absolutely smitten. And when you told him of your problems, he thought you were the toughest chick in town

He often asks Darry what to do to take a couple of burdens off your shoulder. He applies it to you and also at home, you’ve made him a better person.

JOHNNY CADE

Has a dysfunctional family and can understand, to an extent..he still gets fed sometimes and doesn’t have to work to stay in his home

But he doesn’t have a hard time adjusting to you.

He’s very open and loves your siblings, so he tries to take them out as many times as possible to give you some rest.

He genuinely doesnt understand how your parents could have left you doing all this by yourself when you’re such a perfect girl.

SODAPOP CURTIS

Soda admires you like you’re a work of art. 

He takes everything into consideration, for example, if he wants to take you on a date he’ll invite some of the gang members to hang out with your siblings and keep them away

Never asks you for anything, not to rant, vent or anything. He feels as if his problems could never measure up to yours so his whole world revolves around you.

Tries to spend as much of his money as possible to get you nice things and spoil you.

STEVE RANDLE

Steve understands how tough it is for you mentally. He’ll often stop by your place with something for you, like a box of chocolates or something. 

Whenever he’s over, he makes an effort to get to know and play with your siblings, he even was going to introduce himself to your dad. You convinced him it was a bad idea so he didnt.

He makes it known that you can tell him anything, literally anything, and he’d listen. He also wants you to know that you can call him anytime and he’d come for you.

Reassures you that he won’t ever leave you, that you’re special and he’s madly in love with you.

TWO-BIT MATHEWS

Two-Bit has some kid experience so he tries his hardest to keep your siblings company and even brings his sisters for ‘playdates’

Really enjoys spending time with you and would even do the chores around the house with you to keep talking with you.

He’s not very good at comforting people and he tries to make up for it by using his humor. You get where he’s coming from and it often helps a lot actually.

Tries his best to look nice for you when he comes over, he wants you to know he’s not a washed up nobody like your parents and wants to be a rolemodel to your siblings.

DARRY CURTIS

Often tells you that you’re perfect and that your siblings will grow so much better with you as their ‘parent’. He once made you cry because of what he said and he just held you in his arms while you sobbed.

He can sort of relate to what you’re going through but his is not as extreme as yours. 

Whenever he can he drops by to help you. Date night consists of making dinner for your siblings, washing the dishes and having a late night dinner together after you put your siblings to bed.

He knows you'd make a perfect wife since he’s old enough to marry, just waiting on the right time to pop the question.

DALLAS WINSTON

Dallas is insensitive and rude to you. He knows what you’re going through, he just doesn’t care.

However, once you caught him putting on a bandaid for your younger brother. He wasn’t kind about it, saying things like “can’t you do this yourself?” but he still did it.

He knows you saw it and thinks that hanging around your house and helping you with chores and siblings will keep you quiet about it

He doesn’t like kids, but he tolerates them for his reputation, and because you’re growing on him.

[kazumist]

EPISODE 18 ✦ THE COMPETITIVE TYPE

LOVE, MAYBE — A CHILDE SMAU

masterlist / prev ep / next ep / wc: 677.

cw: mentions of having a dysfunctional family, eldest daughter struggles, and sensitive things about having a not-so normal childhood

the night wasn’t that cold like you expected tonight.

you don’t really have a clue how you ended up in this predicament in the first place—after ajax offered to accompany you on a late night walk, you just found yourself leaving your doorstep. he didn’t live that far from you; the only distance between his home and your dormitory was probably two or three roofs or so.

but could you really call the place you reside a home?

third grade values class. you remember how your old teacher from elementary school taught you the difference between a “house” and a “home”. a house simply refers to a building that someone lives in. a home, however, is a location (or, in some rare instances, a person) that one feels like they feel a sense of belonging to—a place where they feel like they’re loved. that lesson was probably the one that stuck with you the most.

having a dysfunctional family is not easy; it never was in the first place. it’s complicated. nauseating. stressful. dejecting. hearing your parents regularly argue without even thinking if their children are still present in the room was something you didn’t know how you endured (or is it enduring? it still happens these days anyway). and it’s unfair that you had to be mature at such a young age. being the eldest daughter in such a household is no joke—you can’t make mistakes because you’re supposed to be the “role model”, you’ll be the one who’s going to take the blame if your sibling does something wrong because they’ll say that you’re not guiding them right. (but isn’t it a parent’s job to guide their children in the right path? why do you have to shoulder such a burden?)

“pres!” your trail of thought gets cut off by an all too familiar voice.

“ajax,” you said.

“is that… a textbook you’re holding?” he asks. it was the textbook for your fundamentals of abm class. you looked down at the book in your hands, and you smiled sheepishly at him. “i… kinda got anxious at the thought of not doing anything, sorry.” 

ajax simply sighs at you and shakes his head. “it’s fine, but as long as i’m here, you aren’t allowed to flip through that textbook, okay?”

“... or maybe not. you’re still the one in charge here.” he says, taking back his words.

you let out a soft laugh at him, and ajax swears he just heard heaven. “you know, i never actually heard you say my name. it’s always pres; where did you even get it? not even our own classmates or orgmates call me that despite my position.” as he was about to reply, you added something else to your words. 

“well… except maybe alhaitham. he calls me that sometimes for some reason when we aren’t even classmates.”

ajax was too quiet for your liking as he walked beside you. “uhm... hello? are you still there?” you awkwardly asked him. “alhaitham also calls you pres?” he asks back. you confusingly  looked at him before replying. “yeah, he does, but he just usually uses my name most of the time.”

“does he have no sense of originality in his bones?” ajax mumbles to himself.

“huh?”

“it’s nothing; don’t mind it. i was the first one to call you that anyway.” 

“er, not really.” 

“...”

“ajax, are you seriously pouting right now?” you deadpanned at him. ajax pouts even more at that question. “no, i’m not.” a laugh erupts from you at his expression. “yes, you are.” ajax lets out an exasperated sigh in defeat. “i was the first one who started to regularly call you pres anyway.”

“well, if it’s any… consolation, i suppose, i like it better when you say it.”

ajax lets out a cheeky smile at your words. “so now you’re smiling? i never pegged you as the competitive type, ajax.”

“well, newsflash, pres! i’m quite competitive, just not in academics.”

“oh, really now? and where are you competitive then?”

“i’m quite competitive when it comes to you, actually.”

oh.

extra notes.

this was kinda fun to write. although initially it was supposed to be a short narrations, as you can see, i got carried away (oopsie)

to avoid confusion: reader lives in a dorm but she was thinking of her family home if that makes sense??

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[angelsworks]

Hi, this is more of a generalised ask but how will you rank how bad Mikaelsons siblings are as Yanderes? (From worst to best) In terms of the likelihood of them breaking their obsession and how bad is their obsession’s life will be with them? Thanks lot.

Yandere! Mikaelson Brothers x reader (separate)

Type: headcannon

Requested: Yes

Summary: What the Mikaelsons are like as yandere and what their worst traits are.

Warnings: yandere themes, dark themes, mentions of kidnap and coercive relationships, nothing healthy

To be honest each Mikaelson brother will be just as dangerous as the next as your yandere.

They each have certain traits that result in vastly different outcomes.

Together they make up one very dysfunctional family. Apart they are no different.

Each brother has had his own share of trauma, which leads to them having different approaches to their darling.

Klaus Mikaelson

Worst Trait: Isolation

With Klaus he makes you completely dependent. Which isn’t uncommon among the brothers.

He takes you away from your friends and family. Whether you want to go or not.

He’ll keep you away from everyone else. Forbidding you from talking to anyone but him.

If he finds out you’ve been talking to someone else, maybe it’s one of his Hyrbids, he won’t be pleased. He’ll make you watch as he rips the persons heart out.

If you’ve been plotting against him with someone else, he’ll let it carry on. Only for a little though. He’ll wait for you to be a step away from escaping before he reveals himself.

He won’t kill the person who helped you. That would be too easy. He’ll keep them chained up somewhere. Taking you to visit them regularly, to remind you what happens when you betray him.

He gives you free roam around where ever he’s staying. But he demands asks that you don’t leave without him.

He expects you to fall into his touches and kisses, not away.

That was quickly stomped out in the beginning of your captivity relationship.

On the bright side, he’s probably the most modern brother. He’s been around for a long time so he’s up to date with technology.

It means he’s able to give you your every want and desire. Whether thats phone, computers, TVs etc.

It also means he knows how to block websites or emergency numbers.

In terms of him getting bored or breaking an obsession - it’s not in this man’s nature.

For a thousand years he waited to break his curse.

He won’t be bored of you anytime soon.

Elijah Mikaelson

Worst trait: dominance/control

Having Elijah as your yandere isn’t the worst thing in the world.

Well it’s not if you don’t value free will, your own autonomy and your privacy.

Elijah doesn’t believe you’re capable of looking after yourself. He finds it a miracle you’ve gotten this far without him.

It’ll start slow. It might start with him holding your hand everywhere you go, always offering to pay for things or making all your meals for you.

You’ll realise it’s a problem when his chain of control is wrapped too tightly for you to escape.

It’s a problem when you can’t bathe yourself, dress yourself or feed yourself without Elijah there or somehow involved.

Your phone is basically his phone now. There’s no password and he chooses when you do and don’t have it.

There’s no way for you to escape or even get him to ease off.

In his very deluded mind he’s doing you a favour. He’s protecting you from the world and from yourself.

He would never bore of you. You’re his obsession forever. You’re his doll and darling, till the end of time.

Kol Mikaelson

Worst trait: Sadism

This is just a very general idea of one case for Kol Mikaelson. If you do want to see specific stuff, please just ask.

The problem with this man is his savageness, his brutality, his complete disregard for you.

He’s happy to keep you. To watch you. To torment you. To see you cry.

Sometimes he’ll even lick your tears off.

He’ll use you for his own needs and give you little in return.

He’ll feed from you, leaving harsh marks and dark bruises. Maybe he leaves them on your skin for a few days until he forcefully feeds you his blood.

His favourite game is to play with your emotions. For a few days in a row he’ll be really sweet you you, cupping your face and kissing your forehead. Letting you sleep in his room.

After that he’ll switch.

He’ll manhandle you, feed from your roughly. He’ll keep you in your own room. One that’s bare and uncomfortable.

A few days after he’ll switch again and the cycle will repeat.

He likes watching you cry. He likes watching the hope drain out of your eyes as you realise this is your life now.

When he notices you stop reacting as much, he knows it’s time to start being a little nicer.

If that stops working he’ll compel you.

He plays this game again and again.

Life with Kol is impossible. He’s often over emotional and has no remorse for what he’s doing to you.

In this regard I’d say Kol could be one of the worst yandere to have.

He bores easily so there’s no telling how long he’ll keep you around for.

Finn Mikaelson

Worst trait: Primitive

For most of his life, Finn Mikaelson had been confined to a wooden box.

The only memories he had were those he made before having a dagger through his heart.

So to create a sense of comfort and nostalgia for himself he goes back to those times.

His obsession over his darling only plays into this.

He pictures you being his newly wed wife. He takes the two of your far away, to some distant Forrest.

He’ll build you a house in a cave, far away from the bustle of the modern world.

The jump from the cave would be too high for you as a human, leaving you stuck each day while he went out.

At some point he may take you with him. You’ll have to collect flowers and herbs for him to later craft into medicines and paint.

Everything is so basic.

There’s no technology to get in contact with anyone. You have no idea what Forrest your in.

Sometimes the moments in the woods bring you indescribable calm. Others you’re brought back to reality and a hate burns within.

Finn will want to play out his Fantasy for as long as possible.

He resents his vampire side. So apart from his sporadic feeding and daylight ring, he never mentions it.

He won’t turn you.

Not like this.

It would mean breaking his fantasy and the life you share.

You’ll die of natural, never by his hand.

That’s the only way you’ll escape him.

[greers]

rory greer 

“and i ended a friendship on the day that i left, and though i really meant it, it still makes me upset am i losin' my family every minute i’m gone? what if my little brother thinks my leaving was wrong?” right now, gracie abarams. 

full name — rory greer nickname(s) — none  name meaning — red king age — twenty-nine date of birth — march 31st place of birth — thistleberry valley  star sign — aries sun, sagittarius moon, scorpio rising  current location — thistleberry valley  gender — non-binary pronouns — they/them sexual orientation — bisexual, demisexual  religion — atheist  occupation — owner of greer carpentry  education level — photography journalism    family — richard ‘richie’ greer ( older brother, unknown ), joseph greer ( grandpa ) finances — struggle bus   spoken languages — english, spanish 

character inspos: john bender ( the breakfast club ), selina kyle ( batman ), steven hyde ( that 70’s show ), patrick verona ( 10 things i hate about you ), boromir ( lord of the rings ), alex karev ( greys anatomy ), steve harrington ( stranger things ), eleanor shellstrop ( the good place ), ferris bueller ( ferris buellers day off ) 

tw: brother goes missing, dysfunctional family 

rory’s parents were never meant to be parents, that’s what their grandpa joe used to say as he watched his grandchildren at the back of the shop whenever rory asked too many questions. they were a curious child and lacked something that many kids their age seemed to have. it didn’t feel like a loss, not in the way that it did for richie. but rory wouldn’t realize this until much later. 

it’s easy being in a constant state of survival if you don’t realize that you’re in it in the first place. grandpa joe gave them the best life that he could, it’s not easy tailing after a rambunctious child and their gloomy older brother who’s got a permanent eyebrow raised to the sky as they look down at their younger sibling. whenever rory got hurt their brother was always there to pick them up off of the ground. 

their grandpa joe had the greery carpentry business for as long as he’s been in town ( so must of his life, rory would say with an eyeroll to anyone that asked ). there was a time when he thought that he would pass it on to his son but his son skipped out right when rory was born but richie never had the kind of dreams that rory did and was prepped to take over the company when their grandpa couldn't. 

when rory graduated they left to new york city and climbed the social latter and met the right people, they got their degree and traveled across the world with their camera by their side. they had a natural charm of listening to people and getting them to open up about things, it’s what made them superb at their job. whenever they came back home richie hardly talked to them until they had their big fallout when rory turned twenty-six. 

richie called them selfish and cruel. rory called him a pushover and people pleaser. for two siblings that relied solely on each other growing up this was the kind of fight that wasn't easy to forgive. despite their grandpa trying his best, rory left back to new york, and they stopped talking to each other until about a year ago when their grandpa joe asked if richie was with rory. he wasn’t. 

rory moved back and took their brother’s place at the shop, they have no idea what they’re doing. they have their grandfather’s help from time to time but it’s hard to ask your grandpa for help when it feels like you’re the reason that your brother is gone. 

other things: 

look it looks like they don’t know what they’re doing and like... partially but they have grown up in the shop for all their life so they are not useless it’s just... they haven’t been around much to get to know their customers but they do their best 

grandpa joe is a grandpa to all as far as im concerned 

honestly... rory doesn’t mean to be cruel or selfish it’s just a defense mechanism and i don’t even think they’re cruel or selfish just sometimes a little flighty -- richie hit a low blow in the fight and rory has been spiralling about it ever since 

they probably do some freelance with their major. but they’ve probably given up on their actual career by the time they came back 

they’re a good photographer tho.. just it’s now a hobby than it is a job  , they used to travel all over the world to work on journalistic pieces so coming back home to a slower life is... kind of terrifying 

they’re annoying bc they’re naturally talented and p much are able to pick up anything easily 

looking for old best friends , etc 

[gracyjain]

Heartfelt Brother Sister Quotes for Instagram

The bond between brothers and sisters is truly special, filled with love, laughter, and a lifetime of memories. Whether it’s playful teasing, heartfelt conversations, or those moments of sibling rivalry, the relationship between siblings stands as one of the strongest connections in life. Sometimes, it can be challenging to put those feelings into words, especially when you want to share the essence of your relationship on social media. 

That’s where brother sister quotes for Instagram come in handy. These quotes beautifully express the emotions, joys, and even frustrations that come with having a sibling. Whether you’re looking for a sentimental caption for a throwback picture or a funny quote that perfectly captures your playful bond, there’s something for every sibling duo. In this article, we’ll share a variety of heartfelt, funny, and meaningful quotes that you can use to celebrate your unique connection with your brother or sister on Instagram.

So, let’s explore these brother-sister quotes as well as sister brother captions for Instagram and find the perfect one to showcase your sibling love!

1. Heartfelt Brother Sister Quotes:

When words fail to express the love you have for your brother or sister, these heartfelt quotes can say it all. They convey the deep emotions that often go unspoken, making them ideal for thoughtful Instagram posts.

- "A brother is a friend given by nature, a sister is a treasure to the heart."

- "There’s no buddy like a brother, and no bond stronger than a sister’s love."

- "Brothers and sisters may fight, but their love is stronger than anything else."

- "Side by side or miles apart, a sister and brother are always connected by heart."

- "A sister is someone who listens when you talk, supports you when you cry, and laughs with you when you laugh."

- "Having a brother means knowing someone will always have your back."

These quotes are perfect for sharing a thoughtful mom0ent with your sibling, whether it’s a birthday, a special occasion, or just a day when you’re feeling especially grateful for their presence in your life.

2. Funny Brother Sister Captions for Instagram:

Siblings share a unique sense of humor, often rooted in years of teasing, inside jokes, and playful banter. If your relationship with your sibling is more about laughter and lightheartedness, these funny quotes will bring a smile to your followers.

- "Being my brother is the only gift you need. You're welcome."

- "We may fight like cats and dogs, but in the end, we're best friends."

- "Brothers: They're like best friends, but better because they're forced to be around you."

- "A sister is a little bit of childhood that can never be lost, and a lot of mischief that will never be forgotten."

- "I smile because you’re my sibling. I laugh because there’s nothing you can do about it."

- "We might not be perfect, but together, we’re one dysfunctional family!"

These quotes are perfect for a fun throwback post or a lighthearted Instagram story that shows off the playful side of your sibling bond.

3. Meaningful Brother Sister Quotes for Instagram:

If you're looking for quotes that delve deeper into the emotional bond between brothers and sisters, these meaningful options are ideal. They express the significance of sibling relationships in ways that are both touching and timeless.

- "Brothers and sisters are like stars in the sky; you may not always see them, but you know they're always there."

- "Sisters and brothers share a bond that is built on trust, love, and shared memories."

- "A brother is the keeper of childhood memories, a sister the protector of your secrets."

- "The love between a brother and sister is unconditional, even when they drive each other crazy."

- "Having a brother or sister means having a lifelong best friend."

- "A sister may drive you crazy, but she is also the person who knows you better than anyone else."

These quotes are great for expressing the depth of your sibling relationship, especially when you want to show appreciation for the support and companionship your brother or sister provides. Also, know about page name ideas for Facebook very easily.

4. Captions for Instagram Stories

Instagram stories are a great way to quickly share moments with your followers. These short and snappy quotes are perfect for adding a little sentiment to your story post about your sibling.

- "Siblings: the only enemy you can’t live without."

- "A sister is both your mirror and your opposite."

- "Brothers: annoying you since birth."

- "Can’t imagine life without you, bro!"

- "From play fights to real-life battles, we've got each other's back."

- "Sisters by chance, best friends by choice."

These quick brother and sister captions for Instagram shorts will make your stories stand out while capturing the essence of your sibling relationship.

Conclusion

Sharing brother sister quotes for Instagram is a great way to celebrate the unique bond you share with your sibling. Whether you're posting a sentimental picture or just having fun with your followers, these quotes can help you express the love, humor, and memories that define your relationship. From heartfelt messages to funny quips, there’s a quote for every type of sibling bond. So, the next time you want to show some love to your brother or sister on Instagram, use one of these quotes and let the world know just how much they mean to you.

[sobercentre]

Triumph Over Addictive Drugs – 6 Real Stories of Resilience

Are you someone who's struggling with addictive drugs or substance abuse and feels like there's no way out of it? Do you also feel like you're at that point in your journey where there's no turning back? Sometimes, it can be like that, but there's a light at the end of this dark alley. There are tons of inspirational stories out there where people turned their lives upside down, even when it felt like the end of the world. Let us share some such stories with you so that you may regain your will to live.

1. Daniel Radcliffe, Aka Harry Potter

If you close your eyes, you can definitely picture a happy kid chirping like a bird, wearing a Hogward's robe, and brightening everything around him with just the way he looks at it. That's Harry Potter from the first movie of the series. Then there's Daniel Radcliffe in real life, who, despite all the love from the public, fell prey to addictive drugs. Daniel recalls being so out of his form that he would drink to the point of blacking out. In 2010, Daniel managed to get rid of his addiction, but Voldemort, named alcohol, wouldn't leave him alone, so he relapsed. He, the world-famous star kid, was thrown out of a bar for drunk fighting in 2012. The details of his recovery, however, are not clear, but it is said that he got the will in himself to get over it, and so he did in 2013.

2. Robert Downie Jr., Aka Iron Man

Now sober for almost 2 decades, your Iron Man was once high on drugs. Can you believe that the now one of the most paid actors was once unhirable because of his drinking issues? His father, Robert Downie Sr., had a substance misuse disorder that exposed his son to highly addictive drugs like marijuana at the tender age of 6. Downie was going high not only in his career but also on drugs, so an abrupt jail visit in 1996 slowed both cases up to some extent. He was arrested for possession of cocaine and heroin, and that was not his first or last visit to the police station. After serving a year at California Substance Abuse Treatment Facility and State Prison, Corcoran, Jr. finally started to get back to his senses, as he was ordered by the court to get rehabilitation services. In 2003, Downie gave up on his addiction for good after his wife gave him an ultimatum. And ever since then, he has only seen highs in his career.

3. Mary Kate Olsen, Aka Michelle Tanner

An actress, a producer, a designer, an author, and a businesswoman, what is that this woman can't do? Mary Kate gained fame for her shared role as an Olsen twin on the show Full House. Given the success range of Mary, who could have thought that she would be under the influence of addictive drugs? Mary had anorexia for quite a long time, but her addiction doubled when she started using cocaine alongside. Things became severe after the death of Heath Ledger, as both shared a drug connection, and she ended up in rehab for a 6-week program. And fortunately, she won her battle against depression and substance abuse.

4. Lindsay Lohan, Aka Cady Heron

The "It Girl" of the early 2000s, Lindsay Lohan, has given us some of the most iconic roles in history. Lindsay was a role model for millions of children. However, abuse of addictive drugs led her to a state where her status diminished. Born in New York City, Lindsay was ordered to rehab by court for a whopping 6 times, and she has spent almost a year, 250 days, in rehab over the 6-year course of time. After 20 court visits, 4 probation periods, and a 6-month sentence, Lohan is now finally sober for quite a long time.

5. Johnny Depp, Aka Captain Jack Sparrow

Johnny Depp was introduced to drugs when he was just in his grade-school years. He was the son of a dysfunctional family where her mother emotionally, physically, and verbally abused him, his siblings, and his father. She would request Depp to bring her "calm pills" that help him relax, and the depressed environment made him try those pills, too. Soon afterward, Depp started experimenting with other addictive drugs, such as oxycodone, and it was not long until he realized that he was addicted to them. But Johnny said he had always controlled his addiction, using it as self-medication to escape from his mind games sometimes, and had very easily gotten rid of them a long time ago.

6. Jamie Lee Curtis, Aka Scream Queen

American actress, producer, and children's author Jamie Lee Curtis is well-known for her performance in horror genres. The tables turned when the "scream queen" found herself in a desperate position, reaching for alcohol and addictive drugs just to find an escape from life stressors. For over 10 years, she was an addict, but she had managed to keep it a secret. Unfortunately, at one point, her condition had worsened so much that she was caught stealing prescription drugs. Finally, in 1999, she came clean to her family and started attending recovery meetings. It has been 20 years, and Jamie is still sober. Even with a career expanding over 4 decades, Jamie still regards getting sober as her biggest achievement which again explains the importance of recovery. Here's The Catch: Finding Light Beyond Addictive Drugs Drug addiction has become so common these days, and despite knowing the fact that addictive drugs can kill, people are doing it anyway. What we want you to realize from these substance abuse triumph stories is that if you want to live and live happily, you have to give it a try. No matter where you stand today, tomorrow is still in your hands, and only you can make it better. There's no point in looking back at what is already lost, so let go of what happened yesterday; start today, and make yourself proud. Read the full article

[wild-stray-renegade]

Gathering

A dysfunctional family gathers around for a Granny-level dinner. Word Count: 2453 TW: None

Dude, you’re more family to me than my own family is.” I let my shoulders drop as I sighed and looked over at Luca from atop my high-rise throne. My legs loosely swung back and forth with no control as I was just short enough not to reach the kitchen stool below them. He pointed to my chest with a snort. A drop of chocolate chip cookie dough—my favorite, Gran knew me so well—was sitting on my chest as if it was trying to tattle on me for my sweet snack. 

In my defense, Granny Prickett did give me the spatula to lick when she was done mixin' the dough, plus Luca and Mavry got to lick the spoons so I wasn’t the only one that ate the raw cookie dough. It didn't matter as long as no one told Momma Bird though.

I swiped it off with my finger and glanced back over at my brother, sneaking it into my mouth before I continued our conversation. “You can relate more than anyone else here; y’all are the only siblings I’ve ever known. Granted, you have three years of a lead on me but still.”

Luca’s gaze shot down to the tiled floor. “Yeah. Yeah, I know.” His gaze made its way over to meet Mavry’s as if he was begging them for the words to say in response, while they just shrugged in response. “Mavry not as much, but they can sympathize at least.” 

He was adopted by Granny Prickett and Momma Bird like I was, but he was in a vastly different scenario. Mine was more tame whereas Mav told me he had lost everything in a forest fire when he was younger, including his blood family. Mavry found him nearby covered in burns and ash, complete with a big ol' serving of trauma cooked up by the whole incident. They spared me the gory details as they said they didn’t wanna “traumatize” me as well, but I think it was really they didn’t want to think about that night. Said neither of them would ever forget that moment as it formed the sibling-like bond they shared. 

I’m honestly jealous of their bond. I don’t think I could have anything like they have and it sucks. I see the crazy acts they manage to pull off, all of the things they can do when they put their minds together and yet—  

The sound of cracking eggs shook me from my thoughts as Gran broke two eggs into a large mixing bowl, then tossed the shells into the compost bin. “Little Feather, something you will learn as you grow to be like your siblings is that family isn’t just limited to what's in our veins or even on our birth certificate. We all are family to one another here and only three of us are by blood.” She peered over the rim of her glasses as she smiled, the expression adding to her welcoming appearance. “Just because you weren’t born into our last name like Little Raven was doesn’t mean you aren’t part of the family, and sometimes the family you create is the family you need to grow and learn to fly.”

Momma Bird walked into the kitchen as her furrowed brow shadowed her eyes. Her curly hair bounced behind her in a rhythmic pattern, every bounce matching her own footsteps. “Have any of you seen my knittin’ pack? I can’t seem to find it an’ I want to work on Charlotte’s tiger stuffie. I must’ve sat it down somewhere last time I used it.” Her eyes scanned the room in a determined search for the small pouch as we all turned their heads to look for it to no avail.

“Oh gods; like all of your other things Mama? I swear, sometimes I wonder how you still have a mountain of things in your room when you leave everything lying around everywhere else in the cabin, not to mention how much of it is consumed by the void." Mav jeered as they pushed themself off of the wall to help look. “Here, lemme help. It has to be around here somewhere; unless one of the littles stole it and bolted like they did with your last one.”

I couldn’t help but look over at Luca as we both snickered. They weren’t wrong one bit. A bell-like laugh echoed through the hall from the playroom as the noises of the two younger children suddenly became more obvious to me. Rudy’s laugh rang out clear as day, her cadences comparable to that of a songbird on a sweet summer’s day. Kini’s was more tense and lower in pitch; the register lower overall. They were both brought in from the after school system as they had nowhere to turn to as well; Kini had an emotionally abusive single mother that neglected her while Rudy’s father physically abused them. Since being brought to the cabin however, they’ve matured exponentially in all aspects.

Momma Bird slouched with a resigned sigh. “I’ll go look in their toy box again...if it’s in there I’mma lock it up though. You can stay here, little raven, keep Granny Prickett and the little ones company. ” With that and a swish of her skirt, she swayed out of the kitchen as Luca scoffed in offense.

“Hey! I’m not "little"! I’m older than Mav is! This is blasphemy— treason of the highest order!” His voice transitioned to his dramatic, theatrical tones as it carried through the room. He bit back a laugh as a grin started to break through his offended frown. He pouted with a hmph and crossed his arms, looking away and peeking to see if anyone was paying attention. Mavry smacked their forehead with their hand while I fought back a giggle fit, Luca proceeding to ‘stew’ as he rolled their eyes. 

Mav proceeded to cross their arms to hug their sides with a smug look plastered on their face. “Careful, brother. You don’t want to show you care too much now.”

 A scoff answered in response as Luca’s head whipped back around to look at them. “Hey! I can show I care! That’s not illegal!” 

The two teens started to playfully fight as I shook my head with a chuckle. Breaking my gaze from the rather amusing fight in front of me, I looked down and noticed the stack of mail resting on the counter. On top was a letter from the elementary school that Rudy and Kini attended. Half unfolded, I could make out the first half of the letter.

 The school was closing? Why? What could've brought this on? “Hey Gran?” She looked over to me and tilted her head. “Yes, little one?”

I looked at the note, picking it up and glancing at her.. “How long have we known about the school closing? What’s gonna happen to Rudy and Kini?”

She sighed in response. “We’re…going to try and adopt them legally. At least Rudy.”

“Oh.” I looked back down at the text. They’ve only been here a year and they’re already being adopted? They adopted Luca and Mav was born here. It’s been four years and they haven’t even considered adopting me…

"Little Feather?" Gran's voice broke through my thoughts as she mixed the dough for the rolls. "What has you lost in the storm?"

I twisted back towards her and flashed a grin. "Oh, nothing! Just was thinkin' about stuff is all. Y’know, with finals comin’ up an’ everything. I’m okay though.”

This decision was a mistake however; Gran was one of the best lie detectors of the century. Nothing could make it past her. 

"Mhm. Okay but what's going through that little stormlock of yours? I can see it in your eyes, you're not slick." 

Luca's cackling echoed around the kitchen as they kept arguing.  I looked at the floor, unable to make eye contact with her in fear.“I’m…" How do I word this without coming off as childish or weak? C'mon Koda, you're fifteen now, think! "I've always been… cautious, I guess you could say? of showing I care too much or showing if I’ve been affected by something— I’ve always been told I’m weak for it or it’s always gotten me into some serious trouble. Is that…true?”

Granny set the dough down slowly as she looked over to me. She cleared her throat quietly; however it was enough to snag my attention and lock eyes with me. “Being strong doesn’t mean never asking for help, little feather; nor does it mean you should hide what you’re truly feeling behind a mask of false emotions— despite you always wearing some form of animal mask."

 She pointed at the bluebird that I was currently wearing. It covered only the top half of my face and I could still clearly see through it (and vice versa) so no one mentioned anything about it. I was wearing a fox one the previous week but it needed some glue on one of the ears so it had to retire for a little while as it was repaired. 

Granny continued. “Strong is admitting you’re in need of help and accepting it. Overcoming those boundaries and becoming a better person due to things that get in your way helps you grow as a person.”

She dried off her hands on the red plaid kitchen towel hanging on the stove. As she reached for the spices, she continued. “A lot of people hear ‘strong’ and immediately think about physical strength; a valid type of strength but it’s not the only type of strength to exist.” She paused to relish in the scent of the cinnamon, sweet spice and the orange peel, the combination of the scents relaxing to her. “Mmm, comfortin’...anywho, where was I? Oh! Yeah!” Her eyes lit up as she recalled where her train of thought was originally going, a quiet laugh dancing around the room as windchimes on a late summer day. “Strength isn’t about how much physical weight you can carry or how much force you can physically push back against. The smallest, skinniest twig that could barely carry a bag o’ beans could be carrying the weight of the entire world on his shoulders, however all we see is the beans he carries. We don’t see what hidden pain, turmoils, struggles or burdens our fellow friends carry— so how would we know what strength truly is?”

I nodded, my shadowed eyes hidden behind the mask. I wasn't sure how to exactly respond to that; frankly I've never had any parental figure give me a talk like this; even when she’s given her speeches it was to someone else. I can definitely see why the character in the movies feels so awkward in these situations now. "I never ask for help because I'm not sure I know…how to. I’ve always kept to myself— you remember how I was when you found me?"

Granny nodded. "Unfortunately, yes. You seemed so disconnected that day outside the schoolhouse with Mav and Luca." As if on cue, Mav's cackling broke through their conversation as the two playfought in the corner. 

I shook my head with a snirk. "Dorks. But anyways." I cleared my throat quietly; I needed to get this ball down somehow. "I was afraid of showing any sort of emotion because I felt I was…broken." My voice decided to quit with the end of the sentence, my energy slowly starting to tank as I began to overthink everything that I've done; everything I've accomplished to get to this point before realizing that it wasn’t a lot. The wheels in my head began to spiral as they kicked into overdrive before I was softly jolted from my trance by a soft touch on my shoulder. I panicked, bewildered eyes met with a pair of sunset golden eyes, the familiar sense of belonging and care giving me something to focus on as she spoke.

"Hey, hey, focus on me, little one. It's okay to feel broken. It's okay to take time to heal. We all are wounded at some point in our lives- it's a matter of how we take those attacks, bandage them up and let them heal so we can grow from them." She gently pulled me into her embrace as I gripped onto her to ground myself, my breathing slowly leveling out. I could feel her head move to look at the now-quiet Luca and Mav beside us. “I’m proud of you. All three of you. You’ve all come so far in your lives and who you are. I’ve watched you grow from, well, Little Raven I’ve known since you were born. Little Hawk, I’ve known since you were but a young child and Little Feather I’ve known since you were just a wee baby.” She laughed softly. “I’m surprised you all haven’t caused issues yet but here we are!" Her giggles rumbled throughout her body in a comforting manner. I begrudgingly pulled away once she was done and smiled weakly at her, her smiling back.

"With all of that being said, who wants to help Ol' Gran carry the food out to the table?”

We all nodded in excitement and each grabbed a dish (or three in Luca's case) to carry out to the table; Momma Bird had already set it up earlier with the tablecloth and plates so the dishes had their places already set up and ready to go. The food was placed and a shrill whistle followed, summoning everyone to the table quickly as a horde descended upon the room. 

Mavry slid into their worn out seat with grace while Luca flopped into his, the wood creaking in complaint. I hopped up onto my tower of pillows so that I could actually reach the table because, despite only being three years younger than Mavry, I'm a lot shorter than the other two. Rudy and Kini were helped into their chairs and Momma Bird took her seat at the other side of the table. The smells of the feast wafted around the room— soft buttered rolls, dark tan roast turkey, light yellow mashed potatoes, cooked vegetables of all kinds, Gran's infamous five-cheese macaroni and cheese and the multitude of fresh pies, cookies and pudding was splayed in front of the group.

Granny Prickett looked around at everyone with the warmest smile on her jolly face. The sight of her family together brought a smile on her face and warmed her heart more than words could express. I wanted to capture this moment and relive it forever; a common feeling that I experience every year during the holidays and I'm sure she was feeling it tenfold. 

“Okay children, who’s hungry?”

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Pet (Karl Heisenberg x Reader)

[Summary: After being gifted to Heisenberg, you manage to survive his games. From there you start to develop an interesting relationship. And as you start to play the role of his pet, things get a bit interesting. (She/Her pronouns)

Warnings: SMUT, unhealthy relationship dynamics, Author belongs in horny jail, Reader has “female” anatomy, themes of pet play, swearing, biting (Blood), reader is losing her sanity a bit, spanking, oral (both receiving), hair pulling, unprotected penetrative (vaginal) sex

Request: Literally, not a single person asked for this. You only have me to blame.]

You felt a bit foolish, being in the situation you were in. You had been one of the people gifted to the “Lords” of the village to do with as they pleased by Mother Miranda. You had to admit, when you were frightened, even more so when you were handed over to the infamous “mad wolf-man”. He had quite the reputation. But unlike the others, you had proven yourself useful enough for him to keep you around, instead of experimenting on you or feeding you to his lycans.

You survived at first by staying out of his way. It was like a game to him. Heisenberg liked games, and you adapted to them rather quickly. At first, the game was to be the perfect assistant. You’d clean, cook, do minor repairs, and stay out of his way as needed. You were there when he needed you to do something, you’d do it perfectly, and then you’d be out of his sight. And he’d try to catch you slipping up, making you nervous with whispered promises of the punishments that awaited you if you did.

It was an odd dance, having to learn the ins and outs of Heisenberg’s moods. Learning how to tell when he was in a bad mood, and when he was in the mood to joke. And as time went on, it seemed that there were more days when he was in the mood to sit and banter with you. And you started to bond a bit, less as captor and captive, and more as something close to friends, though you wouldn’t necessarily call it friendship.

Eventually, he started to grow a bit fond of you, occasionally joking with you that he had started to see you as a pet. He’d grin a bit as he called you pet names, names that were somewhere between affectionate and demeaning. He’d pat your head, like he was praising a dog, when you did something right. He had even joked about making you a collar to show the rest of the Lords that you were his pet.

You knew you probably should’ve hated it. You should’ve gagged at the idea of a collar, and you should’ve hated his pet names. But you didn’t. You found yourself grinning when he called you a “good girl”. You leaned into his touch when he’d pat your head. You could feel yourself losing your sanity. You had to be insane to feel this way, but as you got to know Heisenberg, you found yourself feeling as though it was worth it.

Karl Heisenberg was an interesting man, and one you had to admit that you were fascinated by. He had a biting form of humor that had become much funnier as you realized you weren’t in the danger that you thought you were, and you could hear the intelligence behind it. His jokes were always at least a little clever, as long as he could keep his head. He was complex, with motivations and actions that didn’t always match. And his emotions were so complicated that you were pretty sure he hadn’t even started sorting through them, choosing to instead deny their existence.

He was a mess of a man. He got mad enough to throw metal scraps of rusted metal around the room when an experiment went wrong. He’d rant for hours about the issues he had with his “family”, having to hold himself back from breaking things when he got to Alcina. He felt as trapped as you did. He thought of letting his appearance go as an act of rebellion. Because of that, he’d go a full week without washing his clothes, letting the blood and oil stain the fabric until it might as well be dye. And he didn’t sleep for days sometimes, choosing instead to stay up all night in his workshop, only leaving when he starts to border on collapsing.

But between his anger issues and dysfunction, you saw something in him that you weren’t sure that even he saw. You saw it in the sparkle in his eyes when he figured out an issue that had been bothering him. You saw it in his sleepy groans when he woke up in the middle of the day after staying up all night before. You saw it in his smirks and smiles as he thought of something clever to say.

He was charming in his own way. Not in the way you thought of charming. He wasn’t elegant like Alcina, but he was warm. He was like a fire. Volatile. Deadly. Beautiful. And warm. And perhaps you were a bit of a pyromaniac, as you found yourself staring into a fire pit, longing to see the damage it could do if you let it free. You wanted to see what Heisenberg could do to you. You wanted to let him.

- - - - -

You were a bit suspicious that you weren’t hiding your feelings very well. Heisenberg was clever, and he was incredibly observant. He needed to be. His “family” didn’t exactly get along with him very well, and knowing what you knew about his “siblings”, they would’ve taken any opportunity possible to kill him and take his place as a favored lord. So he was constantly on his toes. And that meant that you were sure that he had noticed you were acting a bit off recently.

And you were sure that he had figured out exactly what was causing you to act that way, by the way that he teased. There was a glint in his eyes when you started to get flustered that was new to you. The way he smirked at you as he praised you, his hand resting casually on your arm for a few more seconds than before. He had even gone through with his collar joke, though he hadn’t given it to you to wear.

He’d wink at you as he held it in front of you, though. It was a silver chain that was about an inch thick, made into an easily adjusted necklace by the extra bit of chain that hung through the loop. The extra bit of chain that also worked as a built-in leash. He’d hold the collar in front of you, dangling it casually from one of his fingers when you started to get sarcastic with him, making comments about how his “pet” needed to be put in her place. And you’d try your best not to show how much you truly wanted that.

It had become another one of Heisenberg’s games. You could tell that he knew. And he knew that you knew that. So the game became how long you could go without breaking.

“So, kitten,” you jumped a bit as Heisenberg appeared behind you. You were making dinner, and had thought that Heisenberg was still working in his shop. He usually didn’t leave for dinner until you came to get him if he ate dinner with you at all, “You seem a bit spaced out. Care to tell me what you’ve got on your mind?”

You could say what you really wanted to. You could say that you wanted him to rail you until you couldn’t walk. But that would end the game. And Heisenberg only liked to end games if he could win them in a satisfying way.

“Nothing you need to worry about, sir,” You muttered, finishing the food you were cooking and pulling it off of the stove, “Just lost in thought.”

He hummed a bit, noticing how you refused to make eye contact. That wasn’t new, but you weren’t usually so awkward about it, “Come on, pet. I’d like to know if you’re planning your escape or something,” A bit of metal began to dangle in front of your face and you knew exactly what it was, “Honestly, (y/n), I really might have to put this collar on you if you’re going to be keeping secrets.”

“It sounds like you’re just looking for an excuse to put a collar on me, Karl,” You had gotten a bit bold, knowing that the line of how much you could get away with was quite a bit further back, “You can just admit that you’re into that.”

He chuckled a bit, resting the arm that he was holding the collar with on your shoulder and leaning into you just a little bit. You could feel his body heat radiating off of him. You always wondered how he was always so warm, living in this factory, surrounded by the cold metal walls, “I don’t know, pet, you haven’t been protesting quite as much. It seems like you may be coming around to the idea. Maybe you’re projecting a bit.”

He had set his chin on your shoulder by the end of his statement, his breath brushing against the shell of your ear. It had sent a shiver down your spine, and you could tell he felt it by the satisfied hum that passed his lips.

“You’re not arguing with me, kitten,” he purred as you failed to muster up a rebuttal, “Is that what you want? You want me to put the collar on you? Do I need to put my needy little pet in place?”

Fuck. You shifted a little, trying not to make the throbbing between your legs obviously. You were trying so hard to think of a comeback, but the teasing had been going on for so long that you were reaching your breaking point. You wanted him to fuck you so badly that it made you look stupid.

He grabbed your shoulder and turned you around to face him. It was so much harder to keep a poker face when you were looking into his eyes, when you could see that glint in them. The kind of glint that made you think he wanted to eat you alive. And you wanted him to.

“If you ask like a good girl, maybe I’ll give you what you want,” his voice came out so much smoother than usual. It intimidated you a bit, knowing that he was holding himself together so well. You knew that there was no way your voice was going to come out nearly as smooth.

“I’m not going to beg, Karl,” Your voice was shaking, but you tried to hold your cool. He always had fun when you talked back a little, and you were hoping that translated to this situation as well. And the wolf-like grin that grew on his face told you that you were right.

“We’ll see about that, kitten.”

- - - - -

You weren’t quite sure when the collar had appeared around your neck. Somewhere between the kitchen and Karl’s bedroom, though, it had snaked its way around your neck, even though his hands never seemed to leave your hips. You were a bit too occupied trying to keep up with his ravenous kisses.

His lips were latched onto your neck as he pushed you through the door to his room. You landed on his bed soon after with a slight bounce. You had been in his room before to clean, but the context was different now. The actual room itself was entirely irrelevant, as Karl climbed on top of you, throwing his hat and glasses to the side, not caring where they landed. All you could look at were his eyes, glowing bright yellow as he looked down at you.

“Don’t think I’ve forgotten how much of a fucking brat you’re being,” he growled, looking down at you, “You’ve earned yourself quite the punishment.”

He sunk his teeth into your shoulder, biting just below the hickey that was already forming on your neck. He growled a bit as you squeaked in surprise, biting down a bit harder. You both felt when he broke the skin, and something told you that the mark he was leaving was entirely on purpose. He didn’t want anyone to doubt who you belonged to. His fingers dug into your skin, one hand holding your wrist above your head and the other digging into your side just above your hip. You had a feeling you would be covered in marks and bruises in the morning, and you were alright with that.

He pulled your clothes off quickly, throwing them to the side of the room. He wasn’t wasting any time, so you were pretty sure he had ripped through a seam or two on your dress. And he didn’t hesitate to rip your underwear completely in half.

He threw you around so much easier than you had expected. You knew that he was strong, you had just expected it to take at least a little bit of effort. You supposed that you shouldn’t have underestimated his inhuman strength, because in seconds he had flipped you, moving you so that you were on your hands and knees in front of him. You were entirely vulnerable in front of him, entirely bare as he remained fully clothed behind you.

It was weirdly hot, being at his mercy. He wasn’t a good person, and you knew that. In fact, there was still a feeling in your chest reminding you that he could kill you whenever he wanted. But that didn’t matter at that moment. The fear just made it better in some sick way. You knew you were insane, you had to be, but if insanity felt this good, you were going to accept it.

“Now, kitten, be good and stay quiet through your punishment, and maybe you’ll get a reward,” he stated, sliding his hands from the place they were resting on your waist to rest on your ass instead, “Do I make myself clear?”

You nodded in response, not trusting your voice as his hands slid further down, reaching the back of your thighs, one of his thumbs dangerously close to your pussy. His hands were callused, so as they slid across your skin, it created an interesting sensation. Your eyes almost rolled back into your head as his thumb brushed lightly against your clit, and you heard him chuckle a bit at your reaction. However, before you could enjoy yourself too much, he pulled his thumb away, sliding his hands back up to your ass.

There was a pause for a few moments, and you felt his eyes scanning your body. They always seemed to feel so much more intense than anyone else’s gaze ever could. Before you could get self-conscious, though, one of his hands raised from its place, only to come back down hard. The smacking sound echoed through the entire room, and you couldn’t hold back your yelp.

“Now, now, pet, I thought I said to keep quiet. I’ll let this slide once because you’re cute, but any more, and I’ll have to add some more punishment,” he cooed, grabbing the leash of the collar around your neck and pulling it towards him. He leaned forward until he could actually look at your face, seeing the tears prick at the corners of your eyes already, “I’d hate to break my toy right away, so try to behave.”

He didn’t give you a chance to respond before shoving your head down into the bed and resuming your punishment. You bit your lip, trying your best not to actually break the skin, as you did your best to stay quiet. You were a bit surprised by how much you enjoyed it. After the first few, the pain started to melt away, hidden behind a numb tingling that sent electricity shooting through your whole body. And it was pretty obvious to Heisenberg as well, when slick started to drip down the inside of your thighs.

You lost count before he stopped, but it couldn’t have been more than fifteen. He let out a satisfied hum as he looked at the handprints that were already starting to form, rubbing his hands gently over the forming bruises. You almost started purring as his hands continued to slide across your body.

“You’ve been such a good girl, kitten,” he praises as he moves your body, eventually making you stand in front of him as he sat on the edge of the bed, “Do you want your reward now?”

You nod, far too gone to even try to not look like a desperate fool. He looked proud of himself, seeing you so needy and bare in front of him. It was like a work of art. You had never seen so much admiration and need in his eyes. It wasn’t love. But it was need, and want, and possession.

“Ask nicely.”

You were too desperate to argue. You needed him more than you could remember needing anything, “Please, sir.”

You swore you saw the bulge in his pants twitch at the word “sir” and the glint in his eyes confirmed your suspicions. The grin he gave you showed his teeth, highlighting his fangs like a predatory animal about to lunge.

“Good girl,” He drew it out, shifting his body so that his legs were spread as far as they could be comfortably, before commanding, “Kneel.”

You do as you’re told almost by instinct. It was almost as though your body moved without your brain giving it permission. You had been entirely possessed by your lust. And it only got worse as his hands moved to unzip his pants, only removing enough of his clothing to free his cock.

“You want this, don’t you?” He looked almost amused as your eyes locked onto his cock. You were practically drooling over it. He almost laughed as you nodded, “Enjoy your treat, pet.”

He leaned back a bit, his weight being put on one of his hands, positioned a bit behind him on the bed. He looked so casual as you moved your hands to timidly take the place of his own, which had previously been holding his cock in place. He had to admit you looked adorable, needy and desperate as you kneeled between his legs. You were practically drooling for him.

You started out a bit slow, which surprised him a little. The little kitten licks and kisses felt good enough for him to close his eyes to savor it. However, from the smirk that had formed on your face by the time that he opened his eyes, he realized that you were planning on teasing. He wasn’t about to let that slide.

The hand that he had rested on the top of your head tightened its grip on your hair. “Watch it, kitten. Don’t be a tease,” He growled, pushing your head down a bit until about half of his cock was in your mouth.

With that, your willpower to hold back faded, and you took the rest of him into your mouth. The tip hit the back of your throat just a bit, making you hold back a gag. And as you looked up at him through your lashes and found him smirking down at you, you could tell that he saw it. You reveled in the soft groans that slipped past his lips when you finally got to work, swirling your tongue around as you bobbed your head. You moaned as he pulled your hair, the vibrations causing him to curse and pull your hair even more, “Fuck, kitten, you’re pretty good at that.”

You continued like that for a few more minutes, his grip on your hair getting tighter and tighter. The salty, bitter taste of precum started to hit the back of your throat, making it a bit harder not to gag. But the sounds that slipped from his mouth fueled you even more. You felt proud, hearing how much he was enjoying himself. You almost felt a bit disappointed as he pulled you off of him by your hair, causing you to whine loudly.

“Aw, don’t worry, kitten,” He says, patting your head, “We aren’t done yet. Why don’t you lay down and let me take care of you? You’ve been such a good girl.”

You do as you're told, without saying anything. As you had gotten into the mode you were in, playing the role of Heisenberg’s pet, talking seemed unnatural. It felt right to listen to his commands, obeying him like a dog. So you laid on your back, spread out and completely bare. And you couldn’t hold back the yelp as he grabbed your hips and yanked you roughly to the edge of the bed, so that as he kneeled in front of you, his face was entirely level with your pussy.

You saw that glint in his eyes again as his warm breath hit your already dripping core. You were getting reckless, trying to inch your way closer to speed up the process, only for his grip to tighten on your waist, holding you in place. He had an iron grip on you, and you were thankful for that as he licked a broad stripe up across your pussy before diving in, focusing almost all of his attention on your clit.

You were practically screaming his name as swirled his tongue around your clit with dexterity you didn’t think was even possible to possess. His hands were definitely leaving fingerprint-shaped bruises on your hips, but at least they were holding you in place as you involuntarily started to buck your hips and arch your back. You could feel the knot tightening in your abdomen, your hands ripping the sheets so hard you were a bit worried that you were going to tear them. He slid a finger into you, hitting at just the right angle to make you squeal. You honestly couldn’t think of a time that someone had made you come undone quite so fast, but you certainly weren’t complaining as the tangled nerves in the pit of your stomach finally seemed to snap.

Karl had to admire you as you came, your head thrown back and your legs shaking. Your skin was practically glimmering from the thin layer of sweat that was already clinging to it. He couldn’t help the pride that flooded into his chest as you started to come down from your high looking absolutely destroyed. He wasn’t done yet, but he was glad to see he had it in him to affect you this much.

He slowly stepped back, his eyes never leaving you as you laid on the bed, trying to catch your breath. He made sure to lock eyes with you as he slowly stripped the rest of his clothes off, layer by layer. By the time you recovered, he was finally taking off his necklaces, dropping them onto the pile he had made with the rest of his clothing. Despite his strength, he wasn’t exactly ripped. His arms were fairly muscular and defined, but he had a bit of squish around his stomach. His body was coated in a layer of body hair, the bits of silver shining in the dim light of the room you were in.

He was attractive in the rugged way that made it make sense that he smelled like metal and cigar smoke as he crawled on top of you, keeping pace as you inch yourself further up the bed. It was only once you had settled into place that he leaned down, kissing you feverishly. It escalated with every second, the hand that he wasn’t using to support his body weight roamed your body. It wasn’t long until his hand was moving your legs, angling your hips to make it easier for him to line himself up with your entrance.

He pulled away from the kiss just long enough to slowly push himself into you, watching your reaction as you slowly adjusted to his width and length. It didn’t take you long to adjust, though, and he could tell when you did. He started off slow. It surprised you how gentle he was being, but you didn’t mind at first. Before long, though, you were craving more. You wanted him to use your body.

“Please,” You whined, “Harder.”

He grinned a bit at your begging, recalling your declaration that you wouldn’t beg. He honestly couldn’t tell what part he enjoyed more, the win he had earned or seeing you beneath him, begging for him. Either way, he wasn’t going to deny you what you wanted.

So he leaned back, shifting his weight to his knees so that he could grab your ankles. He pinned your legs to your chest. As he slammed into you, much harder than before, you could tell just how much the angle had changed. Your eyes nearly rolled back into your head as he continued to thrust into you. Your moans got louder, and he started to groan a bit too, cursing under his breath as his thrusts got a bit uneven.

“Fuck, kitten,” he breathed into your ear as he leaned down, your legs on his shoulders. You could feel him twitching inside of you, getting close to his own ending, “You’re such a good girl.”

You couldn’t help yourself as your hands moved to scratch down his back, digging your nails in as deeply as you could. He responded by biting into the same place he had earlier, a bit of blood from before sticking to the corners of his mouth. With a few more rough thrusts, his teeth sinking a little bit deeper into your shoulder, he finished. And the two of you both started to relax.

After a few seconds of you both catching your breath, he pulled away, rolling to the side so that he could comfortably lay on his back next to you. It was an awkward few moments, both of you laying there in near silence, only for him to break it with, “We should probably get that bite cleaned up, huh? My bad, pet. I forget how fragile you are sometimes.”

And with that he got up, moving to gently take care of you. He cleaned up your bite mark, and helped you clean between your shaky legs with a damp washcloth. It was a whole new side of him as he helped clean you off, making sure that he hadn’t been hurt too badly. And after a few minutes, when you had been cleaned enough that you weren’t actively uncomfortable, he climbed back into bed and wordlessly pulled you into his chest.

(A/N: So... um. I'm sorry for this. This is my second smut ever and I needed to get a bit... self-indulgent so my brain would stfu.)

[clambuoyance]

Kris and Noelle

(Spoilers!)

First of all, what we know about their relationship is that they grew up together as childhood friends, with Noelle being the “Girl Next Door”, but have since then drifted apart (which you know, I eat that shit UP). Their parents all may have been college friends, as well, so it seems they all were pretty familial with each other.

But then something or things happened that made the families grow apart. There’s this mystery behind Dess and her apparent lack of appearance in the town, Asgore’s Incident that led him to lose his position on the force, Rudy’s illness, the Mayor’s...general coldness it seems, Kris’ fear of the bunker that we know the four kids (Azzy/Asriel, Dess/December, Noelle, Kris) all used to play around. It’s al just a bunch of pieces that don’t make sense yet.

But now back to Noelle and Kris. When the story starts, they aren’t as close as they were, but going on the adventure seems to have allowed them to maybe reconnect and bond. And something about it feels so nostalgic to me, just like Noelle said, and there’s a sort of special feeling that comes from reconnecting with someone that kind of Gets You in a way others maybe can’t.

They’re both the younger sibling (i think) and  both seem to have somewhat dysfunctional family, and having someone who understands is nice sometimes. Noelle has known Kris the longest out of the group, and reveals to the Player that Kris is actually a bit of a prankster who likes to scare Noelle, but...Noelle likes scary things, so maybe they share a love for these sort of stuff! Even before the Dark World stuff, Noelle seems to still be nice to Kris and be concerned with their well-being. 

I think the Snowgrave route also reveals a lot about their dynamic...

In Snowgrave, the Player makes use of Noelle’s lack of boldness and ability to act for herself to create a cold killer, which Kris clearly tries to resist and is mortified by it, but can do nothing against the Player. It’s a sort of tragic parallel between the two: Kris is literally the Player’s puppet, unable to move or really live without them, while Noelle also becomes a puppet, because she lacks her own willpower (or “Determination”) and unleashes her power in a negative way. 

When they all leave the Dark World, Noelle starts to put together that Kris hasn’t been acting like themself, and that she’s hearing voices unlike Kris’s. She’s concerned for them, and wonders why no one else has noticed it. She wants to help Kris, maybe because she probably understands the feeling of not Acting Like Yourself, or being manipulated to act differently. Though I love Kris’ friendship with the other characters, because of this I think Noelle is the most suited to like...help or understand Kris’ troubles. 

Overall with both routes, there’s a bittersweet feeling that lingers. Going on an adventure with a friend you were close with as a kid and someone who can Understand, finally being given the opportunity to reconnect...then when the adventure ends you wonder if it’ll last. If it werent for the first Dark World, Kris and Susie wouldn’t have become friends, and if it weren’t for this one, Kris and Noelle might have stayed childhoodfriends-turned-acquaintences forever :0

It’s like the feeling that comes from thinking you’d have to deal with your shit alone, and maybe no one will ever come, but then finding a friend from your past that reminds you, that no you’re not really alone and that even if you’ve drifted, they can still understand and help you. I dont know I just think its sweet.

Anyways, that was my whole spiel I just love them 

[lilacliquors]

no imagine being a part of that dysfunctional family dynamic

they’re going to love you more than ikaris (except for sprite but we’ll come back to that) and you’re going to have so much fun with that. and i def can see them saying sth like “you make him more bearable”.

and you will become a part of the family really fast. you’re def going to be besties with druig and makkari, gilgamesh will always invite your on family dinners, kingo would love to finally have someone with a good sense of humor around, and you will get close with thena because she deserves the world. sprite def will be a bitch to you (at least at first) but you can tease the shit out of her <3

your dysfunctional family trope lover,

cocononnie 🥥

also being friend with druig while dating ikaris is such a vibe. first of all, druig is an icon. second of all, ikaris would get soo jealous. and you will have a field day with that. 😋

both you and druig will quickly pick up on it and sometimes you just intentionally mess with ikaris for fun, because to both of you that jealousy just seems ridiculous. and whenever you see that petty look on ikaris’s face, druig will give you a knowing smirk. of course you’ll give you cute little boyfriend some reassurance later. give him some kisses and he’s all sweet and smiley again.

and all the other family family member will be like ‘that’s who you chose to be friends with???’ but by the end of the day at least they will know that druig can be friendly if he wants to.

no need to mention you’ll be the captain of the drukkari ship.

still me,

- 🥥

oh i love this. i think the idea of being essentially absorbed into this huge and welcoming family is so pleasing because they actually like each other. like i'm sorry to the people who championed the avengers as a found family, but the eternals did it better.

but they really do make you feel like part of the family, they just love having you around. you bring out a side of ikaris that they didn't even really see with sersi. he's laughing and jovial, he becomes brighter when you're around. of course he still gets teased, he's family, but it's lighter now, and he knows that if gets too much, he's got you there.

and the friendship with druig? it confuses him because we all saw the sibling rivalry between the two of them. but druig will of course take full advantage of it. he'll crack quiet jokes with you to make you laugh, right in front of your boyfriend. shockingly, he'll share food with you, he'll nudge your arm with his, all sorts of stuff.

and of course ikaris is kinda jealous. but he does have that reassurance that at the end of the day, you're snuggling up in his arms or he's snuggling up in yours.

[venushasvixens]

Ch. 11 - Fightin’ Words - Life is but a Dream (Spike Spiegel x Reader)

[A/N] to clarify before I begin, I do NOT hate Faye. There will be a following chapter to explain how we got from point A to point B, since now that I see it, this chapter seems like a stretch. I apologize if the writing is a little shitty, I got too excited when writing it, and I was basically vomiting words onto my screen. Enjoy!

Previous chapter: Ch.10

⛔️ WARNING: this chapter contains implied sexual content, drinking, and strong language

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There is a clear difference in kissing. One was for lust, meant to excite and give pleasure to the receiving, as a plus on to tie in all the ingridients for good sex. The other was for love, showing affection and those deep emotional feelings that both parties were in need of.

The lines were blurring.

Wanting this to be a strictly physical relationship, other elements started to incorporate their way into your escapades. And now Spike knows almost everything about you. Eating habits, what makes you laugh, and the type of people you hate. Talking for hours on end, both of life and it’s ridiculous nature, there was no off time between you both. It felt good.

The quiet moment after you left his room for your own, a faltering feeling of sadness and loneliness enters Spike. The urge to grab you and bring you back to his bed for the night was strong. He tried to get you to stay (always subtly), but to no avail. Well aware of your need for space, he always respected your decision.

The crank that was once rusty, was in Spike’s head as his mind ran endlessly of if you liked him or not. It was a thought, a discussion he wanted to put off for so long. The consequences of his doubt were going to hurt, especially when it was going to be that time to go. The reassurance that this was only a fling, a friends with benefits deal, was on its way to be tossed out of the trash chute into space.

“Trust me, Spiegel, I’ve had plenty of time as a child to know what I’m talking about.” You said as Spike passed you his cigarette.

“About what?” He asked, completely clueless.

“Rocks. Crystals, geodes. Have you not been listening?” You scolded, scoffing as Spike shook his head.

“The library in the city gave the orphanage books they didn't want anymore. My favorite book was the one about rocks on Mars, of course it was simplified for my small brain…”

Head in his hand, Spike listened as you rambled mindlessly of all the different rock formations on Mars. As much as he wanted to learn, he couldn’t help but be distracted by his acknowledgment of your presence. More specifically, the air you brought in the room. Spike began to think of it as his favorite perfume, sweet and sultry, with a hint of spice. It made him feel safe.

You were so attractive when you were educating him. He hated to hear it from Jet or anyone else, but you made it interesting.

“You’re pretty hot.”

“Huh? Oh, yeah thanks. Anyways, like I was saying…”You replied, flattered by his sudden proclamation.

“I’m serious. You’re talking all smart to me, and I can’t help but tell you that.” Spike smirked. “I think I learned more from you than in high school.”

You laughed softly. “I tell you because I know you’re dumber than a bag of hammers.”

“Is that so?” Spike raised his eyebrows. Why was your teasing making him feel even better? “You’re going to regret saying that.”

“I only have one, and not that.” You smiled slyly, the glint in Spike’s eye becoming more noticeable.

“I’m about to make it two.”

“I would love to see you try.”

You put your hands up to defend yourself, Spike’s smooth moves rendering you helpless. In a second, he had your arms pinned down by your sides, a deep throated chuckle emitting from him as he watched you struggle. There was no danger but that of falling to his charm and whim.

“I don’t regret this.” You panted.

“Sounds like the best decision I’ve made.” Spike mumbled, gaze traveling all over your face. He brushes the stray hairs from your face, fingers tracing your hairline and ears. He was so close, you could feel his breath on your neck, threatening to brush his lips on yours.

“Can I ask you something?” Spike broke the silence. You nodded eagerly.

“I-“ He began, cut off by the loud knocking on the door.

“Spike? Spike? Are you there?” Jet called out.

There is no answer, except you panicking over whether Jet sees you naked or sprawled out on Spike’s bed. The only sound that could’ve been heard was the thuds of you scrambling around the room, looking for your bra and panties. Spike watches in amusement, not caring at all at the dilemma you both were in.

“Yeah?” Spike called out, the clink of his lighter going off.

“I was going to ask if you wanted to come up to the bridge for a drink, got a few good bottles of gin from our last bounty.”

“I’ll be there in a minute.”

“Good.” Jet finished. Footsteps drew further away down the hallway and supposdely onto the stairs. You sighed in relief, getting dressed at a leisurely pace. Safe, once again.

“Y/n, you can come too if you would like.” The loud booming laughter of Jet filled the hallway, masking your dread.

This evening was going to be delightful.

-

“Where's the gin?” You said in confidence, like you weren’t just caught in Spike’s room. Hopefully he wouldn’t see the slight limp in your step either.

“I have it, but I knew it would be a good bait to get some help up here.” He replied.

“Then I want at least half the bottle as a down payment. And an apology.” You scowled, taking a peek on the holo computer, skimming over the briefing for the next bounty.

Jet chuckled. “Now young lady, I have something very important to ask you.”

“Huh, you and Spike. I’m not too scared of yours.” You glanced at him, sitting in his seat.

Jet rested himself against the table, nodding. “I was going to say that us boys and Ed really enjoy you here. These last few months have been the best one this ship has seen in a while, and you are welcome to stay however long you want, kid.”

You knew you were doing well, but now you caught the bag. Jackpot. “You’re just saying that because I feed you all.”

“That's part of it too.” Jet grinned. “But I’m serious, (y/n). I think all of us could vote in favor of a new crew member. What do you say?”

Thinking, you remembered your freedom, sought as a child. That’s all you ever wanted, was to be out and allowed to do whatever you could. But deep down, the thing you really needed was a home. A family.

You could find that here on the Bebop. Even if you got a rocky start, it was smooth sailing for now. You felt wanted. That’s what you needed.

“Doesn’t sound too bad. I’m down.” You beamed.

“Glad you agreed, or else it would’ve been real awkward if you said no.” Jet replied, giving you a soft pat on your back.

“Mmm, would you kick me out if I declined this most generous offer?” You teased.

“Kid, you have my respect, I would let you pack first then throw you out.”

You cracked up, the deal was done. As you sat in your new home, you couldn't help but feel eternally grateful. “I really owe you one, Jet. You really got me out of a tight spot.”

Jet nodded as he searched for something on the control board.

“Was..was that how Spike came around? Picked him up like a stray?” You asked, surprised at your brazen question.

Jet stops messing with the controls, paused as he tries to peace his words together. “To be honest, I can’t even remember when or how Spike joined me here. He just popped up one day, and I haven’t been able to shake him off.” Jet gave a small titter. “Ah, (y/n). The man’s been through it tough.”

“Can I ask?” You said meekly.

“All that time spent together, and he hasn’t told you?” Jet chaffed, a smirk starting to grow.

Shit. “We haven’t spent much time talking today.” Fuck it, no use in denying it now.

“That’s what I thought.” He snickered. “Well, let me put it this way. A heartbroken man is a lonely one. He roams the galaxy in search of finding a way to fill the void left in him, either desperate to find something new. Or leave the void empty, allowing himself to wither away peacefully.”

“Hmm.” You replied shortly. A lot wasn't said, but it made sense.

“I’m only saying this once, (Y/n). He’s changing, and for the better. I haven’t seen him smile so much sober. I have to thank you for that.”

You made a change, as small as it was. You hear footsteps approaching the bridge, the sliding door opening to reveal Spike. As he quietly passes you by, he shoots you a small wink, making you blush. Spike sits down with a sigh, his legs propped up on the control panel.

“Easy, I’m still working there.” Jet warns as he hands Spike a drink.

“Then how come you're not sitting here?” He smirks, side-eyeing you to watch him kick up dirt.

You smile back, letting their conversation fade away slowly. This moment, you had to screenshot it. It doesn’t look like a normal family, but it wasn't dysfunctional. You had a crazy red haired computer genius as a sibling, along with a dog that you think could do math better than you. It topped nicely with a protective mentor and teacher with one robotic arm, and a man who you didn't think you could even get near without getting your arm bitten off.

Someone was missing. She hasn’t been seen all day, but that’s typical. As an official member of the Bebop, there was no back burner now. You could turn off your predatory instinct on your prey. The hunt on Faye was over. You didn't have to be her best friend, just tolerate her attitude enough when she decides to stay on the ship for longer than a day. You really didn't want to fight her, but sometimes she made it so difficult. Besides, you were too tired anyways.

The little get together was carrying on joyfully, now joined by Ed and Ein. Ed wandered aimlessly in all directions on the bridge, babbling on about all the buttons and flashing lights. You sat next to Spike in your own chair, feeling the small soft padded pushes of Ein on your legs.

“What is it boy?” You asked sweetly, reaching down to rub the top of his ears. He jumps on his hind legs, trying his best to climb up onto your lap. You cooed at him, picking him up and placing him snuggly on your thighs. You swore you could’ve seen him smile as your pet his fluffy face, massaging his soft head.

Spike leaned over, whispering. “Do you think I can get a massage too?”

Before you could respond, Ein gave a small huff, one eye opening to watch out for his competition. “I’m sorry, but the baby said no.”

Jet laughed as Spike smiled. You looked down to see that Spike’s glass was still full, while Jets was drained of all gin. You were working on yours at a slower pace. “You don’t feel like drinking tonight?”

“Hmm?” Spike looked down at his drink, sloshing it against its glass walls. “ Oh, I’ll get to it.” He said before reaching out and touching your back gently, his fingers tracing circles on your spine.

What a win-win situation, Ein gets to be loved on and you get to be petted, you thought. Goosebumps rose on your arms as Spike continued. The sky turned to night, all the stars in the galaxy could be seen from the bridge’s giant front window. Ed was curled up in a ball in front of it, tuckering herself out. Ein provided some warmth to Ed, loafing on Ed’s stomach. Their snores mixed in together, obnoxiously loud, but incredibly cute.

Spike never got to his drink, so he offered it to you instead. Two was all you needed to finish off the night. You took over Ein’s spot on Spike’s lap, your arms wrapped around his neck as you conversated with the boys. His hands rubbed the side part of your stomach before interlocking, his heated palms providing comfort. You wouldn’t mind falling asleep here.

The flash of Faye’s Redtail blinded you as she clumsily parked out on the flight deck. You didn't care as long as she didnt destroy the hangar, then you all would be in huge trouble.

“She’s home early.” Jet stated, watching as she stumbled out of the ship.

“It’s not even midnight yet. Think she missed us?” Spike called out sarcastically.

“Doubt it.”

This was the last of peaceful silence for the night, you thought. You were hoping not to jinx it.

BAM!

Everybody around you whipped their heads to the source of the sound, except yours, because you knew exactly who it was and what was going to happen. Ein used Ed’s stomach as a launching pad, frightened at the loud noise. What could you say, you have a knack for sensing a challenge. The only thing was, you were not in a mood to seek it. It was brought to you, sucking all good energy out of the room and switching it to a fireball of jealousy.

In walked a staggering Faye, pleased with her grand entrance. She tipped to one side, before switching to the other slightly. Just one look was all it took before you gulped the rest of your drink down, flipping the glass on its head. You could see out of the corner of your eye Spike’s focus was on you. His brows furrowed, head tilting as if to ask what were you doing. Your reply was a swift head rub, his hair swooshing.

“Evening, Faye.” Jet chimed, pushing the bottle of gin closer to his side behind him on his control board. There was no way she was getting any more tonight.

Your gaze changed to Jet, who you thought could also sense the new air in the bridge. He sat at the edge of his seat, arm resting on his knee. What was he waiting for?

A small hiccup bounced off the metal walls, prompting Faye to trip and catch herself on the main control board in the middle of the room. Her eyes closed, she began to shake her head side to side, a small manic giggle escaping her mouth.

“You just-just can’t keep your fucking hands off of him, can’t you?”

You felt a shiver of shock rest on your shoulders as you turned your head to face Faye. Before you could speak, Spike opened his mouth to defend you.

“The hell is wrong with you?” Spike retorted, his hands now pressed firmly on your waist.

“Everything was just fine without her, you-“ Faye snarled as she pointed to Jet, “just had to have a heart.”

“There’s nothing wrong with that.” Jet replied cautiously.

Faye circled around the control table, using it as support or else she tumbled over. A mumbled slur of insults, consisting of calling you a slut and Spike an idiot. She was drunk, you thought. Let it run off like water. She will be fine once she’s in her bed, snoring her way into a killer hangover. You couldn’t shake that feeling that you needed to start gearing up. You wiggled out of Spike’s hold, planting your feet firmly down as you lean on the control table.

“I..I honestly don’t get it.” Faye said aloud.

“Get what, Faye?” You piped up, the slightest shake in your voice.

Oh! So it can talk!” She cackled out loud. “Let me tell you what, since you asked!”

“Please, I would love to know.”

Her pointer finger shoved right in your face, furiously wanting to make contact. “I-I find it hard to believe that you managed to get him to fuck you.”

“Jesus, Faye, in front of the kids?”

“Fuck that! She’s going to hear what I have to say, whether the slut likes it or not.”

As angry as you should’ve been, coolness was all you displayed. The voice in the back of your head reminded you of unforgettable advice you knew all too well. Alcohol could be a very good truth serum.

“What a f-fucking slut … you know how I think y-you managed to stay on this tin can of a ship?” She muttered. “You have to be f-fucking the captain.”

“That’s enough! Leave until you sober up.” Jet stood up, standing in the space between you and Faye. “Not having any of that on my ship.”

You looked at Spike, face frozen in a silent menacing fury. Leaning back on the console, you kept glancing to see Faye moving further and further away towards the door. That was it, the show's over. But someone had some kind parting words.

“Hey, how about this! I bet Spike has to cover your face while fucking your ugly ass, I would too, you stupid-“

Your knuckles had never stung so bad, but it felt so good to watch Faye’s head swing back. A flurry of raged-filled punches landed on either side of her face, so fast it didnt give her enough time to react. Waking up, Faye gave a heavy footed kick to your side, prompting you to scream out in pain.

Each swing of her high leg swings missed as you ducked, giving you a chance for an uppercut into her stomach. You could hear the sound of the wind knocking out of her with each punch. Faye’s hand pulled your hair back roughly, fists meeting across your face, swiping your nose. Intense pressure built up, the threat of blood leaking out of your nose becoming evident. She wanted to play dirty?

We can play dirty.

You used everything you had in you. Scratching, biting, kicking. You were not going to lose. You did not give two shits if she was vulnerable, this bitch was going down. It felt like forever until you felt the strong arms of Spike yanking you away from the fighting ground.

“Hey, hey, hey!” You heard Jet roar, becoming a flesh and metal cage around Faye’s upper arms, taking a small beating as she tried to claw her way back to you. Ed was yelping and screaming at the top of her lungs, while Ein barked and yowled at the commotion.

“Stop, (y/n), its me you’re hitting, damn it!” Spike yelped as you gave the last swings, realizing that the fight was just about over. You panted, the painful injection of adrenaline overcame your body. You watched on in pity as Jet tried to get Faye to calm down. As you trudged back to your seat, with the help of Spike, the last word was finally given out of the door.

“Get comfy bitch, I’m going nowhere!” You screamed.

“And I know who burned your ship, but there’s no way I’m telling you, you dumb cunt!”

Other insults flew in your direction, but were ignored. You stood in disbelief as you let the major bombshell play over and over. Feeling the soft tug of Spike pulling you back gently down to your seat, letting you wallow for a second. He knelt in front of you, examining your growing black eye and red welts on your face. “Damn, that's going to leave a mark.”

You looked away from him, tears welling in your eyes.

“Oh (y/n), I didn't mean it like that, it doesn’t look that bad.” Spike apologized as you sniffled.

“It’s not that. I-its that..'' sobs so quietly, but causes the greatest quivering, “she knows who did this to me, and won't even fess up because she hates me. What kind of shit is that?”

Tears fell freely onto your lap, pain induced by your loss fueling more hurt. It was so cold by yourself, a shell encasing you in. Through the mists of your tears, the shell was just Spike’s chest moving closer in. The heat of his body provided consolation without words, the tightness and slight rocking bringing you down to a clearer, more relaxed consciousness.

“I’ll catch them for you.” Spike mumbled into your ear, his hands massaging the back of your head. “It won't bring anything back, but if that will make you feel better, I'll do it.”

This wasn’t an empty promise. There was sincerity behind Spike’s words, wanting to help you. It was now confirmed just how much you meant to him. He was willing to assist for payback. His offer was sweet, but it didn't feel right. This wasnt his struggle, it was yours.

You were going to catch them, and only God knew the hell you were going to bring.

[tsunderedoctor]

You don’t have to answer this now or even today, you’ve got a lot on your plate and I don’t want to add to your stress. So write this whenever you feel like it, but I was wondering if I could request an emergency request.

I’ve been feeling a deep feeling of loneliness and not deep sense of sadness, since my family has been all split apart, I don’t talk to my eldest after her trying to get my dad into me and my siblings lives and I’m then trying to manipulate me to hate my mum. And the fact I may not even get to see my nephew that much because of how dysfunctional it is. My mums busy with work so I’m doing my part and helping my siblings with homeschool, while trying to find new work myself. Im just feeling rather overwhelmed with everything as of recent, so if I could ask for some Shanks love, I don’t have any preference of what the scenario is, just some love from my handsome emperor of the seas and I’ll be a-okay.

Please and thank you, I swear you’re a beautiful individual inside and out and I’m so grateful to have you in my life and be able to call you my friend 🥺😭

Don't you worry, babaroo! Just know I am always here for you and I love you! Even though we are half a world away, you are still in my heart! ❤️

Babe Below~!

“Red Hair” Shanks

Loneliness was common when it came to being out in the sea, seeing the large expansion of water surround your mind, leaving nothing to the eye but emptiness, sometimes you regretted if this was the right choice for you, feeling a longing for human connection again.

Feeling warmth behind your back, and an arm encompassing your waist, the feeling of loneliness seemed to be dulling down by the minute. Turning, you smiled at your red headed lover, kissing him softly, you sighed, enjoying the soft moment.

“You okay? You looked a little lost for a minute when you were staring off in space.”

Shaking your head, you turned back to the water, leaning against him for coverage at the wind began to pick up. “Just looking at the sea, do you think it gets lonely sometimes?”

“The sea?” 

Nodding at his question, Shanks hummed in thought before speaking. “There are lots of pirates out there, fisherman, hell, even the marines. People everyday cross the water without thinking about it, I’m sure the sea doesn’t appreciate the fact no one takes her seriously, but I like to think I do.”

Listening to his words, you hummed, wanting him to continue his wording, he chuckled at your curious eyes and faced the sea once more. 

“There are people who love the sea, but the sea forgets that from all the mean things others do to her, so whenever I feel down, I tell the sea I’m thinking of her, you should too, it would help the loneliness.”

Blinking, you were surprised he caught on so quickly, but he was an Emperor of the Sea after all, nodding you smiled and faced the sea, thinking his words through. 

“Don’t feel so sad sea, there are people who love you, it will be okay.”

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[isagi101]

Having A Comfort Character Is Weird

I’ve never known how comfort characters work and was at first just liking Jason to be different from my family and choose the unchosen one. But it just hit me how much Jason as a whole had on me without realizing. How I could relate to him on the bare minimal levels. Like how Jason Todd is mental health to me. How in fics or in comics there is a line blurred or being passed how Jason was Catatonic or how he might have anger issues or is bi polar. And though I personally act and portray myself more similar to fandom Dick. Jason is like the turmoil within. I like how on the smallest level in fanfics I can relate to Jason. That at the core he has issues that he can’t control like either lazarus pit or mental issues or voices from said pit, Even his dysfunctional relationship with his family. It’s an escape for me. I can read along being dragged down by my own issues and read a fanfic about Jason being mad at Bruce for literally almost killing him. It’s the dramatic and unrealisticness that makes it all the easier to avoid anything I might be feeling. Because Jason came back from a punch or pit or something. But the way he yells does strike something within me at the very core. Even if at the time it goes unnoticed, even if then I’m more concerned about Jason in this fic than I am about anything surrounding me. Because at Jason’s core he’s just having issues with a parent which can bleed over to the family dynamics and other siblings within. I love the semi improvement and proudness I feel when I get to see Jason yell at a character for his mistreatment that went unnoticed/undiscussed in comics. I get to feel like I’m yelling and able to stare down the person who did the same thing to me. When in reality I wouldn’t have that strength. I always wondered how Jason would be if for a moment he was more like me in that sense. If instead of anger he broke down in sadness. I found this beautiful fic that I think does it so well that I had to stop reading, Mostly it felt weird to see Jason so weirdly calm and disinterested in just life. It generally hits a cord. Like this wasn’t really Jason but I feel like it could be. Like anyone, even Jason is able to be broken down to a point of no return. I always would slightly flinch at the words mostly spoken by Dick that Jason is tough and he’ll bounce back. Because those words are often used to describe me from when my own family doesn’t want to relish in the idea that I’m actually not as fine as I seem. Which makes reading Jason comics so hard because I’m on tumblr lurking around and I see people mention and talk about the things that happened. How the writer hated him and about the mean and unforgivable things he did. (Mostly to Tim :( ) But the joy and the happiness I found myself when I first started rebirth red hood and the outlaws was almost unmatched. It’s almost weird to admit that Jason is my favorite character in all DC. Anyway despite my love for the beginning issues I stopped reading all comics for a bit. Then I’m in college and I’m like let me check on my favs only to realize that the stability Jason gained with Bruce was brutally torn away because of sales. At the moment I was just angry. I ranted to my siblings and if I wasn’t in college I might have made a post on Amino where I would be much more animated and full of feelings. But now I’m just disappointed. Because Lodbell isn’t wrong about how it seems to work in life, sometimes you’re happy and yet everything gets yanked away or the same issues you mentioned happen again. It’s never like one event fixes all problems but like a continuous battle to be heard. You have friends and family and then all of sudden your friends and romance are gone, your family gone. Rics a thing. And you’re kicked out of Gotham with this half ass apology. Of Course it’s nobody’s fault for being emotionally attached to fictional characters. Not saying Lodbell had that in mind when he was writing that scene. Though no one could have foreseen these events which might make Jason super interesting. It does however make me generally nervous to read any comics with Jason in it because all I want is for him to have a happy ending to prove that it is possible, but with comics it’s always weird and everyone always mostly has good points to make. Like Jason should be accepted to the Batfamily guns and all because he should be accepted as himself. But overtime maybe stop using them as I assumed his purpose was to make Bruce uncomfy. Anyway realizing Jason is like my comfort character is really funny because I never thought I had one. Despite how nervous I am to talk about Jason on a platform I learned so much about him on, I’m really grateful to know the in and outs to be able to read a fanfic when I’m sad and know enough to make him my favorite and to relate. But anyway for my first post on tumblr I just thought let’s talk to that void I heard about, but if anyone does see this can someone like talk to me about comics I haven’t read a lot but been lurking and recommendations are appreciated. There is literally only so much I can talk about to my family before they literally stab me thanks!!

(I am also completely fine and just wanted to talk about Jason a bit but like not on Amino just didn’t feel like it. Also can you spot I didn’t read much Jason comics? I was second guessing myself along the way.

[mandalorianbrainweasel]

Kettle of Shig (Chapter One Preview)

I’m going to try and get the next chapter done before I post this in full, but I figured I should show you all a bit of my new WIP.

Tag Preview:

Characters: Jango Fett’s Mother, Original Mandalorian Characters, Jaster Mereel, Tor Vizsla, Jango Fett’s Father, Arla Fett, Jango Fett

Abrieviated Tags: Dysfunctional Family, past Jaster Mereel/Tor Vizsla, Mandalorian Culture, Mandalorian Adoption, Force Sensitive Mand’alore, Angst, Mandalorian Courting, Political Alliances, Falling in Love, Marriage Proposals, Weddings, Pregnancy, Babies, Children, Parenthood, Mandalorian Civil War, Canon Compliant,

And a bit from the first chapter, which involves everything up to Angst:

“Do you know when Tor gets back from the mine check?” Jaster asks. He looks out the window.

Sometimes Utrelsor wonders why Kori’buir didn’t let them court, why he adopted Jaster instead, but she knows more about politics than she should to let herself wonder too much. “You can do better than him,” she says instead of changing the subject or just telling him.

Jaster scowls and firmly doesn’t look at her. The tips of his ears go a little red. “I just—.”

“One day you’re going to find someone awesome,” she says with a sniff. “And I’m going to tell you ‘I told you so’ and make you get a dumb tattoo with whoever the guy’s name is, and he’ll be just as smart as you and a hell of a lot less prideful.”

“It’s not like that,” Jaster protests weakly. “We just have plans to spar tonight.”

“Ah hah.”

Her accent on that particular phrase breaks the tension, sending Jaster into frantic giggling that a man his size shouldn’t be able to produce. “Sometimes I do wonder if you like your ori’vod,” he admits after a moment.

“Of course I do.” She trusts Tor more than anyone with her worries, but right now she’s between boyfriends and doesn’t have any.

“So do you not like me?” he asks.

Utrelsor stares at him. She throws the stylus at him.

It bounces off his forehead and results in a look like a surprised gi.

“Of course I like you, di’kut. It feels like you always should have been here, most of the time. You’re my ori’vod too, so don’t forget it.”

Jaster smiles, but it’s really sad in comparison to earlier. She wonders, sometimes, about what he left behind on Concord Dawn.

She’d like to give his old boss a piece of her mind. And a few broken teeth.

Hmm, maybe she can convince her project for this season to be hunting down the aliit of the bastard Jaster got exiled for killing. They may be rich but they’re not as powerful as the Vizslas.

Her thoughts are interrupted by the door to the library swinging open. They both look over to find Tor, his intact beskar’gam still coated in mine dust, with a manic edge to his eyes but a big grin.

“Don’t breathe in too much dust, di’kut,” Utrelsor drawls.

“Yeah,” Jaster adds in a matching drawl.

The manic edge ebbs away and is replaced with a pout. “Stop ganging up on me.”

The two of them share a look, then look back at their vod. As one, they say, “Nayc.”

“You’re both horrible, you know that? Absolutely terrible, the worst siblings a man could ask for. I ought to tie you both by your feet from the announcement poll!”

“Tor,” Utrelsor says, smiling.

He shuts his mouth and gulps.

“What did you need that made you step into our calm, peaceful, quiet library while still covered in mine dust?”

“Oh.” Tor flushes. “Kori’buir wants to see us.”

Ah.

“Go change and have someone hose your beskar off,” Jaster says, taking charge. “We’ll make shig.”

[luci-in-trenchcoats]

By My Side (Part 9)

Summary: The reader and Jensen have a relaxing afternoon where they discuss their future with one another...

Masterlist

Pairing: Bodyguard!Jensen x reader

Word Count: 2,000ish

Warnings: language

A/N: Please enjoy the final part! I had a lot of fun with this series!

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One Month Later

“Hey Mikey,” you called from the hammock you were sharing with Jensen in the backyard. He popped his head up from one of the patio loungers, his head deep in a legal brief. “Don’t you have a date tonight?”

“She’s coming over later for the party,” he said, going back to work.

“Did you clear that with head of security?” asked Jensen.

“Head of security can suck my dick,” said Michael as he flipped a page.

“Suck your own. I set you up on this date you know,” you said.

“Ah, this is what I missed,” said your dad as he sat at the table playing a game of chess against Chuck.

“If you can imagine they were worse as teenagers,” said Chuck, moving a piece. “You were planning to have more, weren’t you?”

“We were discussing it. Y/N kept asking for siblings,” he said. “Glad she found some.”

“They never got on very well until recently,” said Chuck.

“Dysfunctional family is kind of our thing,” said Michael, reviewing another paper. Your mom took a sip of her drink, giving Brian a smile. You saw him go to hold her hand under the table but he hesitated, your mom taking his anyways. She rested her feet over Chuck’s lap and you shook your head. 

“They’re so loud,” you mumbled to Jensen. You curled into his chest and he gave your waist a light squeeze.

“They’re alright,” he murmured against your neck. “Wait until you meet my family.”

“God I hope they aren’t crazy like mine,” you said.

“No one’s quite at that level,” he chuckled. “They’re not crazy. Just...odd.”

“Your family or mine?”

“Probably both,” he said. “Want to go for a walk before the party?”

“Sure,” you said. You both rolled out of the hammock and said you’d be back soon, Jensen taking your hand as you walked to the front of the house. A car pulled up at the new gate and you let it in, smiling as you saw Nick and his friend climb out of the car.

“How was the flight?” you asked as he stretched out.

“Good. This is Spencer. Spence, Y/N and her boyfriend bodyguard, Jensen,” said Nick. 

“Nice meeting you guys,” he said. “Nick says you’re why Y/N’s dad is back in the picture?”

“Something like that,” said Jensen. “We’re gonna take a quick walk but feel free to show Spencer around the house or take a dip in the pool.”

“We’ll start cooking in about an hour but snack on whatever you like,” you said. You and Jensen gave them a quick wave before you were walking down the street, Doug whistling from his driveway.

“You two kids staying out of trouble?” he asked.

“Only the bad kind,” said Jensen. “See you and the girls at the party in a bit.”

You hummed as you walked, Jensen squeezing your hand when a car went past.

“Your bodyguard rules are a tad conflicting you know,” you said, smiling at him. “Put you between me and a vehicle but if we’re walking on a city street, put myself closer to the street and you closer to alleyways.”

“Not confusing at all. You stay away from the danger,” he said. “I let you slide on some stuff.”

“I have sex with you, Ackles.”

“I know and I wanna keep doing that so I let you slide,” he teased. He bopped your nose and you laughed, slowing down a bit as you hit the quiet stretch of road with lots of trees around. “I was talking to Chuck earlier. He no longer hates me.”

“See? I told you he’d come around.”

“Strong disdain was now in play,” said Jensen. “I still can’t believe I fucked up like that.”

“Well first off, Chuck doesn’t have the high and mighty card to play. His own sons thought for a split second he was capable. Even mom.”

“How’d the family therapy session go this week?” he asked.

“Okay. The boys all cried. Mom and I aren’t gonna go unless they ask us to anymore. Everyone seems okay,” you said.

“Your dad and Chuck are getting along pretty good now,” he said. 

“I don’t know what those three are going to do, honestly. She loves them both still.”

“Sometimes love isn’t enough,” said Jensen.

“I disagree with that sentiment. Sometimes you have to choose if love is more important than other things, things that might be just as vital as love. But I don’t agree that loving someone alone isn’t enough,” you said.

“Quite a hopeless romantic you are,” he said. He threw his arm over your shoulders and kissed the top of your head. “Anyone in particular you’re loving these days?”

“Oh, I don’t know,” you said with a shrug. Your face felt hot, Jensen slowing his walk to almost a crawl. 

“I’m not afraid of you running off on me,” he said. “Not after everything.”

“Good cause you’re important to me,” you said. 

“That what we’re calling it?” he said, your arm sliding around his back, hand settling on his waist. 

“Shut up,” you said, resting your head against his shoulder. You snuggled him for a brief moment before you started walking again, Jensen’s hand grazing your cheek. 

“You’re important to me too,” he said quietly. 

“Okay,” you said. You smiled and you both moved your arms so you could go back to holding hands, Jensen taking his baseball cap off his head and putting it on backwards on your own.

“Can I tell you about what happened to me sometime?” he asked. You turned your head towards him, Jensen shrugging. “You know...the not so great stuff with Hall and all that.”

“Always. I’d never tell a soul,” you said.

“It’s probably not as horrible as whatever you’ve dreamed up in your head,” he said. “But I don’t want you to worry about it anymore. I’m not so scared of you changing your mind about me if you hear it now.”

“I just want to be able to help you the way you’ve helped me,” you said. “That’s what we do.”

“True. I’m still your bodyguard though,” he chuckled.

“Yeah but that’s like an assumed role with you being my boyfriend anyways. I feel like you’ll always be my bodyguard,” you said.

“Always?” he asked. “Always doesn’t sound so bad.”

“You know what I mean,” you said.

“I know,” he said. “A man can dream though.”

“When we met, what was your gut reaction?” 

“Within half an hour of meeting you, I wanted to quit. I knew...I knew there was this something that I don’t know what it was, it just really wanted to know you and make sure you stayed safe. I didn’t think I could do both effectively.”

“So we were both a bit mean to hide things.”

“Well, you are kinda a sassy client. You don’t always listen to me like the time you nearly got a concussion,” he said, bumping your shoulder with a laugh.

“Excuse me but I escaped, not you, and I saved your perky little ass,” you said.

“Oh so you did notice it’s perky,” he said. You rolled your eyes but giggled, Jensen kissing your temple again. “Maybe you can be my bodyguard too.”

“That sounds fun,” you said. “I’m not wearing a suit though.”

“You could just wear what I do.”

“One of your shirts?”

“Yeah, just that’s good,” he said, chuckling as you lightly smacked his chest. “To be honest, I hate the suits. I prefer the laid back look.”

“I prefer anything where I get to see more skin,” you said. “But that does bring up a point I wanted to talk to you about.”

“Yes?”

“If I wanted you to stay on as a bodyguard...for like work and events moreso cause at home I think boyfriend Jensen could handle that job, would you still work for me?” you asked.

“I’d do it for free,” he said. You cocked your head and he shrugged. “I’m serious.”

“Well I’m still gonna pay you. I just wasn’t sure if you wanted something more...exciting,” you said.

“I’m good with quiet. You still have your fair share of crazies out there. Like the stalker guy,” he said, your eyes wide. “I’m joking.”

“Why do I feel like you’re not?” you asked.

“Don’t worry about it,” he said. “You’re safe.”

“Never thought I wasn’t,” you said. “Jensen.”

“Yes?”

“Do you want to get away this weekend? Somewhere quiet before I start filming my movie next month?” you asked.

“Yeah. I’d like that,” he said. “After our epic party tonight of course.”

“It’s not gonna be epic,” you said. “It’s like fifty people max.”

“No, it’ll be epic,” he said. “Cause I got you a present you’re gonna love.”

“Tease. What is it?”

“If you must know,” he said as he pulled out his phone. He handed it to you and tapped the screen, scrolling for a minute before he got where he wanted.

“Plane tickets? For tomorrow to the Maldives?” you asked. “How...Jensen you can’t afford this. You have to let me pay for-”

“Oh, honey. I haven’t paid my own rent, utilities, food in a very long time. That plus these hot shot hollywood types and their fancy contracts? I’m better off than you think I am,” he said. “You like, legit saved my life and made me as happy as I’ve ever been and I just want to take my girl on vacation to a place she’s always wanted to go.”

“Fine but only cause I really want to go with you,” you said. 

“I knew I’d win you over,” he said.

“You did that a while ago,” you said, a guy walking past on the other side of the street. Jensen took his phone back and glanced over his shoulder once he was gone. “A pap again?”

“Yup,” he said, sending a text off to Jake. “Oh wait. I forgot to do my favorite part.”

He turned around with you and let out a loud whistle, the guy spinning around.

“You do know last guy we caught in the neighborhood we got arrested, right?” called out Jensen. The man paused but kept staring. “I see one photo or your ass around again, we’re gonna have problems.”

“He’s really a sweetheart!” you said. “Probably want to get out of here before we come back around though. He’s a tad protective.”

The man walked a bit faster, Jensen chuckling as you both watched him slip in a car and head for the entrance out of the neighborhood.

“Ah, I love doing that,” he said. “I am a sweetheart, aren’t I.”

“Yes, yes you are,” you said. He squeezed your hand and you looked around, not spotting anything out of the ordinary. “What?”

“That one’s just for me,” he said. He kissed your lips, pulling back with a big smile. You kissed his cheek, breaking off and kissing his lips, cupping his face. 

“That one’s for me,” you said.

“Better do it again, just in case,” he said.

“Whatever you say, Mr. Bodyguard.”

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