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moemammon · 3 years

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An MC that steals clothes to the point where they have more of the boys clothes than the boys do

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The Demon Bros react to MC Stealing their Clothes!

Lucifer

You have ten seconds before you're subjected to a vibe check

Jk, Lucifer MIGHT be okay with you wearing his clothes, depending on his mood. If he's got things to do, you'd best leave his stuff alone

Otherwise, the sight of you walking around wearing that huge fur coat of his is enough to put him in a much better mood for the rest of the day. Maybe he won't beat Mammon's ass today after all? 🤔

As long as you keep his fancy coat clean, he's happy. He might even start "accidentally" leaving things out for you to get to, and his ego inflates tenfold when he sees you've found them.

He'll tease you a little bit about it, asking "Did you miss me so much that you had to wear my clothing?"

Mammon

Bruh???? Where the hell did his jacket go-

He tossed it in the dryer and now it's gone! Time to destroy his room in the search-

And that's when he sees you walking around wearing it, like it's no big deal. You haven't even spotted him yet but boy is he staring

He doesn't even have a CHANCE to think about being mad at you, because you chose to wear his clothes specifically. His ego? Through the roof. Definitely considers buying you things to match what he wears.

Now everyone knows you're HIS human! He'd never let anyone else wear his stuff, after all! "You're the one that's been takin' my jacket?? Well.... I guess it's only natural that ya wanna wear the Great Mammon's clothes! S-so don't go takin' it off, ya hear?!"

Levi

The normie??? Is wearing HIS clothes??? Specifically the Ruri-chan shirt he sleeps in?????

The fact that you went out of your way to get them... He doesn't know if he's horrified or honored, but he's definitely somewhere in the middle considering the look on his face. And honestly he's so damn shocked that he thinks his heart might explode.

This is LITERALLY an epic gamer anime moment. When the male protagonist finds his lover/love interest wearing one of his oversized shirts.... m-moe...

He can't even look at you directly, so he has to do it through his camera lens. Did you really think he wouldn't fill up his entire phone's memory bank with photos of you? Think again. Maybe if he leaves some cosplay out, you might wear that too..?

"Wh-Huh? O-o-of course I knew you took my shirt! There's no way I wouldn't notice. B-But you don't have to take it off! I mean... you can keep it if you want... I have three more."

Satan

Satan doesn't know how to wear a coat properly anyway so it's no wonder you took it, to show him how it's done one sleeve wearing ass

It didn't take detective Satan very long to find out where it'd gone, because he soon spots you wearing it.

You're sitting in an armchair with his coat draped around you, clearly content and comfortable with your newly acquired clothing.

And he pauses, just outside of your line of sight so he can compose himself. He’d be lying if he said his heart didn't skip a beat when he saw it draped over you. It made him want to gather you up on his lap and keep you there forever.

Instead, once he's calmed down, he rounds the corner to question you about it. "If you were cold, why didn't you tell me? Here, let me sit next to you. Ah, you can keep the coat on. It suits you."

Asmo

This is literally all he's ever wanted tbh. He's not even surprised that you want to try on his clothes, because?? They're HIS.

But he's gushing about it forever. He's so quick to snap a million photos of you and posts them to devilgram, sets it as his home and lock screen, maybe prints a couple of photos to keep-

You never hear the end of it. Whether you were trying to be covert or not, he's got you and he's never letting go.

He'll literally give you the clothes he thinks will suit you best, and gushes over the say they compliment you.

"It's like having my own doll to dress up! You don't know how happy I am to put my clothes on you~! Shall we buy matching outfits? Or maybe... you prefer that they belong to me~?"

Beel

Beel can be a little forgetful, so sometimes he misplaced his jacket. He always finds it in the end, either through his brothers or his own means, so he's completely stumped when he's looked everywhere and STILL can't find it. And he's starting to get hungry again, so now he's more interested in going to the kitchen.

Then he finds you exiting your room, rubbing the sleep of your afternoon nap from your eyes. You don't seem to notice him and just quietly wander past, wearing Beel's jacket.

He doesn't even stop you, just watching you go before he's suddenly forgetting all about his hunger pains, and more interested in quietly following you like a dog.

You both end up in the kitchen, and he's still watching over you happily while you eat some chips. Don't mind him while he uhhhhh picks you up and takes him to his room so he can hold you lmao

"MC.... did you have my jacket this entire time? I was looking for it. Oh, I'm not angry or anything, I like seeing you wear it. You should do that more often."

Belphie

He realizes that you took something so fast-

Belphie may be able to sleep anywhere, but he has to be comfortable enough for it. That comfort usually comes in the form of his jacket, so when he discovers it's missing and has looked everywhere, he gets a little agitated.

Grumpy boy goes to find you to force you to take a nap with him until he feels better, and discovers that you're guilty. But his annoyance is replaced by pride when he sees how comfortable you look, napping away in his jacket.

He's not letting you keep it of course, but he's sure there's something else he can let you wear instead. Part of him is convinced you're only wearing it because it's comfortable, while the other part wonders if you're wearing it because it's his...

So he pokes your face until you wake up, and demands an answer. "You took my jacket without asking, huh? I couldn't sleep a wink because of you.....If you wanted to feel like I was with you, you should've just went to my room. Scoot over, I'm joining you."

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mochiwritesstuff · 3 years

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Uhhhhh I have no explanation for this

ALSO this is me revealing myself to @gnfof It's me! Panda Fucker anon!!

Just being bored in class

Enjoy!

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Beg For It

SMUTTTTT

Paring: Sub!Dream + Dom!George + Dom!Reader

Summary: I feel like it would be fairly easy to break Dream when he's really tired. Getting him to beg to cum is just ahhhhh

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"Dream, please go sit down. You need a break."

"But-"

"Nope, go sit in the room." She cut him off, pointing to the direction of their shared bedroom. "And be quiet, George is sleeping."

Dream stood up and trudged to the room. He slowly pushed open the door, spotting George curled up in bed. Not wanting to risk waking him up, Dream sat down in a chair in the corner of the room and pulled out his phone. Seconds later Y/N walked in and made her way over to Dream. She sat herself down on his lap, sliding her hands up and down the lengths of his arms.

"You okay baby?" she asked.

"M tired." he answered. Y/N raised his head, making him look her in the eyes. She leaned forward and gave him a quick peck on the lips, earning a annoyed whine from Dream. She giggled before going back in for another kiss, this one longer and passionate. Dream rested his hands on her waist, gently pulling her closer. A quiet groan escaped Dream as Y/N began to slowly grind against him.

"But George." He mumbled.

"Shh, it's okay. Let me help you." She said, standing up. "Close your eyes and give me a sec." Dream did as he was told, closing his eyes and resting his arms on the arm rests.

George carefully got up from his spot on the bed and quietly grabbed the handcuffs from under his pillow. He cautiously attached the handcuffs to the chair while Y/N made her way to the other side.

"I have a surprise for you but I need to finish putting it on." She told Dream. She mouthed 'now' to George and together they put the cuffs on Dreams wrists, keeping him bound to the chair.

"What the hell?" He, eyes bursting open and pulling against the handcuffs.

"What's wrong Dream?" George teasingly asked. Dream pulled on his restraints again, trying to free himself.

"Relax, George and I will give you a nice show." Y/N whispered in his ear, earning a low groan. Y/N walked around his chair, pushing George back onto the bed. She lowered herself to her knees, running her hands up and down his legs before her fingers hooked on the loops of his pants, pulling them down, along with his underwear. George groaned as his erection was freed.

"You ready? Y/N asked, gently pumping him. George nodded his head, looking at her with hopeful eyes.

George's head fell back the moment her lips wrapped around him. He moaned her name as she flicked her tongue over his slit, sucking lightly.

Y/N hummed as she took all of him in her mouth, peering up at him through her lashes. A smiled curled over her lips as the most delicious sounds left his lips. Y/N slowly bobbed her head up and down, twirling her tongue around his shaft, moaning around him when he reached the back of her throat. George licked his lips, panting and groaning at her every move.

Dream groaned from his corner, sitting back and waiting.

"C-close." George whispered, thrusting into her mouth. Y/N tapped twice on his thigh as a sign to let go. George came with a loud groan of her name, his load emptying in her warm mouth. Y/N pulled off without swallowing, moving towards Dream and pulling him in for a kiss, letting George's cum flow into his mouth.

"Swallow." She demanded. Dream was quick to follow orders, swallowing without a second thought "such a good boy." Dream whined at her words.

George grabbed her arms and pulled her back up against his body, running his hand over every inch

"Touch me, please." She whispered

"Of course." George got down on his knees, pulling down her shorts.

"No panties? Someone was desperate." Dream growled.

"We'll see who's desperate when you don't get to cum." She sassed. George ran a finger up and down her folds, eliciting a small moan from the girl. He continued his movements and slipped a finger inside her hole, pumping them in and out of her sopping wet cunt.

"F-feels good." She praised, a hand slithering into his hair and latching of to a section of it, pulling him close to her heat. George took this as a signal to add his mouth to the mix, licking and sucking at her clit and adding another finger in.

Dream's growls could be heard as his hips bucked up, looking for some sort of friction.

A loud gasp erupted from Y/N when George hit her sweet spot.

"F-fuck! Right there, k-keep going." George pumped his finger at a brutal pace, hitting her spot every time. Y/N screamed his name as she came hard, George helping her come down from her high.

"I think Dream wants a taste." Y/N said, lightly panting. George copied her actions by capturing Dream's mouth and letting her cum flow into his mouth, Dream swallowing immediately after.

"Gogy, I don't think he wants to be touched, he's barely said anything. You wanna see what you're missing?" Y/N asked once more pulling him over to the bed. They both quickly rid themselves of their remaining clothing, George now hovering over her body.

"Let's show him." George agreed

"No," Dream demanded, attempting to free himself.

"Why not, you clearly don't wanna be touched. You know what to do." She turned back to George, giving him a nod. He slowly pushed himself into her tight hole, moans erupting from them both.

"So tight." He groaned, waiting for the okay to move. Getting two taps, he began to slowly thrust into her, Y/N's back arching in pleasure.

"G-george, feels g-good." She praised, her hands once again finding their way to his hair. Her praise caused George to move at a faster pace, his hips snapping against hers, lewd moans flowing out of her mouth. Y/N was already sensitive from her previous orgasm so she quickly reached her end, George following quickly behind due to her walls tightening around his cock. Both panting, George pulled out and layer down next to her

"We still have to help Dream." He mumbled, attempting to catch his breath.

"You're right." Y/N sauntered over to Dream and began palming him through his sweats. He groaned as she added more pressure.

What do you want baby?" She asked, now sitting down on his lap and grinding down on him.

"Please touch me." He whined, sighing at the contact.

"Oh you can do better than that." George teased.

Please! Please touch me." He begged, her grinding bringing him close to his release.

"Tell me how much of a slut you are for us."

I'm such a slut, I'm your slut. Please touch me, I'll be a good boy, please!" He cried, his hips bucking every few seconds.

"That's what I thought" In a swift movement, Dreams bottom clothing was gone and scattered some place on the floor. George now on his knees again. He immediately wrapped his warm mouth around Dreams cock, Dreams whines getting needier by the second. George continued to bob his head on Dreams cock at an agonizingly slow pace, hips bucking and causing George to gag.

Y/N sat herself back on the bed and spread her legs, giving Dream the perfect view of her wet cunt. Her fingers slid down to her clit, rubbing roughly.

"Dream~" she moaned, pushing her fingers in. A whimper fell from Dream's mouth as George picked up his pace, taking as much of him as possible.

"Gonna c-cum." Dream warned. George pulled off before he could finish, erupting a loud, coarse whine from Dream's throat.

"Please!" He cried, his eyes starting to water.

"Look George, he's finally listening." Y/N mocked, walking over to straddle him, slowly grinding down on his rock hard member.

"W-want to f-feel you." Dream stuttered, tears rolling down his cheeks.

"Of course baby." She agreed, wiping his eyes and lowering herself down on his cock. Dream let out an erotic groan as he felt her tight, velvety walls wrap around him.

"M-move please." Y/N lifted herself up before slamming back down. Dreams whines and groans filled the room, encouraging her to keep going.

"Does she feel good Dream?" George asked, stroking himself to the sight in front of him.

"S-so good! So good." He replied, his head thrown back and eyes rolling in the back of his head. Y/N continued to slam herself down on the greedy boys cock, her own orgasm nearing.

"M c-close, p-please let me c-cum." Dream begged.

"I don't know, what do you think Georgie?" She panted, purposely tightening around him.

"Good boys deserve to cum, you've been a good boy, right?" George asked, his own orgasm creeping up on him.

"Yes, I-I've been a g-good boy."

"Then cum baby." You whispered in his ear, letting herself go. "Fill me up." Dream released his load, deep inside his girlfriend with a pornographic moan so loud the whole neighborhood would be able to hear. George quickly came after, releasing a lewd moan himself.

"You did so well baby boy." Y/N praised, kissing him gently. George left to grab a wet towel, leaving Y/N and Dream alone to hold each other, Dream's cock still buried deep inside her.

"I'm so proud of you." She whispered against his neck.

"T-thank you." Dream stuttered, attempting to catch his breath.

"Now, how about we clean up and cuddle." George said, walking back into the room. Y/N gently got up from Dream's lap and grabbing the towel from George's hand. Y/N and Dream nodded their heads, Dream slightly hissing while Y/N cleaned him up. George helped himself and Y/N before grabbing the key to the handcuffs and unlocking him. The two helped him up and onto the soft, warm bed, hopping in on the sides of him

"I love you." George whispered, his eyes closing.

"Love you too." Dream mumbled, already starting to dose off.

"I love you both." Y/N said, curling up into Dream's side.

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sergeantsporks · 3 years

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Adoption Papers

Rating: Gen, General Audiences

Part 2 of Camila is Hunter’s Mom Now

Camila officially adopts Hunter and Vee

Might be a little hard to explain where they came from, though.

Direct Sequel to “Another Shot at Life”

Ao3

“What’s a social security?”

“What do you mean an ID?”

“Why do we have to do a bunch of paperwork to live here? Luz just lived in Eda’s house for months!”

Camila pinched the bridge of her nose. “Things work differently here than in the Boiling Isles. And if the two of you don’t want me to get arrested for kidnapping, we have to fill out paperwork, and I have to officially adopt you.”

Vee sniffed the papers. “But I’ve already been living here!”

“Yeah, pretending to be me,” Luz reminded her, “Gonna be a liiiiiitle hard to explain why there’s two of us.”

Hunter squinted at the documents. “I used to do paperwork for the coven. But I have no idea what any of this says.” It was all a lot of technical stuff—with a lot of words he didn’t know the meaning of.

Camila sighed. “I’ve filled out most of it, but… we’re going to need to explain where the two of you came from. And ‘wandered in from another dimension’ isn’t something I think we can tell people.”

Luz bounced up. “Ooo! I’ve got it!” She waved a hand. “Vee is my twin sister, separated at birth!”

“Luz, sweetie, the hospital records will say otherwise.”

“Okay, okay, how abooooout… we say that Vee was a home birth, maybe a year younger than me, but Dad took her away with him when he left, and we assumed he’d do all of the registry, but apparently he didn’t? What are they going to do, track him down and ask him? They haven’t managed that yet. We can say that Vee ran away and came home to us.”

“That might work. What about Hunter?”

Luz grinned at him. “We found him living feral in the woods, he was raised by a pack of wolves.”

Hunter stuck his tongue out at her.

“Yeaaah… I don’t think that one’s gonna fly.”

“How about we tell them the truth?” Vee asked, “We say he ran away from a bad situation, and we’ve been taking care of him.”

“What if they start investigating? They’ll ask him questions, definitely, and if they try to figure out who his family is-!”

Luz jumped up and down. “Oooooo, tell them your horrible family chased you, and tried to push you off of a cliff, but they slipped and fell off and died!”

Hunter felt sick. “Pass.”

“Let’s stick to something simple. You and your… uncle… traveled, didn’t have a home, and you slipped away one day. You were camping out in the old abandoned house to hide, Vee found you there and brought you home, and you’ve been living with us ever since.”

“What if they try to figure out who his family is?” Vee asked, “I mean, uncle sounds a lot like he might have just kidnapped him.”

Hunter shrugged. “I’ll tell them my whole family was already dead. Freak boating accident, bodies never found. They were recluses, no one noticed they were missing. I’ll say uhhhhhhhh, I don’t remember their names, because I was a kid, and my uncle never told me our last name.”

Luz squinted at him. “What is your last name?”

“No idea.”

Camila sighed. “This is getting complicated. What if they start trying to figure out where your family lived?”

“Mexico,” Luz said immediately, “But Hunter was born over the border.”

“Does he look Mexican to you?”

“Okay, fine, Canada, whatever!”

“Let’s just… keep it simple, okay, Luz? Hunter, what do you think? This is your story, you have to be able to tell it.”

His story. Okay, who did he want to be? “I think… I think Vee’s idea is good,” he said slowly, “Ran away—I’ll just say he was my uncle. And we were homeless, so there’s nowhere they could track him down to. Even if they DO start looking for my birth family, it’s not like they can actually pull anything up, because I’m not from here. Okay. So, I ran away, made my way to Gravesfield, camped out in the abandoned house for a bit, then Vee found me, uhhhhh…”

“A week ago,” Vee offered.

“Okay, yeah, a week ago.”

“And if they ask for details about your uncle?”

“I’ll just talk about Belos. It’s not like they can find him.”

Camila nodded. “Okay! The closest adoption agency is out of town, but I already scheduled an appointment for tomorrow. First hurdle, guys!”

“First?” Hunter echoed.

“Oh, yeah, we have to get the two of you enrolled in school—”

“School?!”

Luz laughed. “Ohhhhhhh, you’re gonna hate it, Mr. Prodigy.”

“I don’t need school!”

“Yeah? Do you know how to do algebra? How about chemistry? Physics?”

“No?” Hunter looked to Luz. “Those are fake, right?”

She shook her head. “Unfortunately, they’re all very real.”

“I don’t need those.”

“We’ll discuss it later,” Camila interrupted, “For now, let’s just… focus on the adoption, okay?”

She looked… nervous. Which made Hunter nervous.

“What… what happens if they don’t believe me?”

Camila rubbed the back of her head. “I… I don’t know, mijo. If they dig deeper, I… but it will be fine.”

Still, Hunter didn’t sleep that night, his mind running through every possible way that this could go wrong. The next morning, when they loaded up in the car, he could see dark circles under Camila’s eyes, too. It did not make him feel better.

Hunter tossed his palisman gently out the window before they set off, the bird fluttering around his head. “You can’t come with us. Stay here and protect the house, okay?”

The bird chirped in affirmation, flapping back to sit on the roof.

Vee fell back asleep, leaning against him, and he resisted the urge to shake her awake and demand to know how she could possibly not be worried about this.

Hunter hadn’t ever gone outside of Gravesfield, and it was hitting him just now how… huge… the human realm was. He watched countryside flash by outside the car window, and even still, they didn’t seem to be getting anywhere.

And then buildings loomed in front of him, huge and imposing. Hunter pressed his face against the window. “Is this the capital of the human realm?”

“Ha. No. We’re not even in the capital of Connecticut.”

“Seriously?!”

Hunter watched the streets go by. This world was enormous, and he wasn’t entirely sure how to feel about it.

They had the key on this side, and since he was here, Belos was down one coven head—hypothetically, his uncle couldn’t complete his day of unity plans. But if he did, or if he managed to get back through, somehow…

Hunter was almost confident that this world was big enough for him to hide in.

They pulled up to an office building, and Camila took a deep breath. “Okay. Here goes nothing. Come on, kids.”

They all followed behind her into the building, and Camila approached the desk. “Hiiii. I’m Camila Noceda, I have an appointment about a couple of adoptions?”

The desk attendant glanced behind her at the three of them. “Down the hall, first door on the right. Right on time.”

Camila gave the attendant a nod. Hunter and Vee both crowded close to her as they filed into the office. “Hello?”

The woman at the desk looked like she hadn’t slept in a week, a thermos on a table covered in papers. “Hey. Paperwork.”

Camila tentatively handed her the packet, and she disappeared into a back room, coming back out after about ten minutes.

“So, neither of these kids is in the system?”

Camila shook her head. “Neither.”

The woman squinted at Vee. “Certainly looks like your other daughter. Why didn’t you report her father taking her?”

“We… we were separating. We thought he’d already filed everything.”

A grunt. “Alright. You. Other one. Hunter. C’mere.”

Hunter looked to Camila, and she gave him a little nod. He followed the woman into the other room, where she read over his form again. “Tell me about your uncle.”

“What? Why?”

“We need to see if we can find him.”

Hunter’s blood chilled. “I’m not going back!”

“Hey, it’s okay. We need to find him because we just don’t know enough about you—not even your last name. So we need your uncle for more information.”

“You won’t find him.”

“Uh-huh. Let us try, at least. Physical description?”

Hunter sighed. “Tall. Blond but greying, long hair, blue eyes. Old.” Face creeping with slime, occasionally turns into a puddle of goop, can’t miss him.

“His name?”

“Belos.”

“There’s one you don’t hear every day. Last name?”

“Dunno.”

“Right. Of course not. Where was the last place you saw him?”

“I don’t know.”

The woman sighed. “You’ve got to work with me, here.”

“Why?”

“Because this whole adoption will go a lot more smoothly. Where was the last place you saw him?”

“I don’t know.”

“Okay. Fine. How long ago did you see him?”

Hunter struggled to remember. Kind of hard to tell when he didn’t know how much time he’d lost falling down into a cursed prison of darkness.

But according to Luz, that had only been for a couple of hours, even if it had felt like forever.

“Two weeks,” he said softly.

Two weeks since he’d been rescued. Two weeks since the worst time of his life.

“And you… ran away?”

“Yeah.”

“Can you explain why?”

Hunter shuddered. “Because I was miserable.”

“Specifically?”

“I don’t want to talk about it.”

“We can’t take you away from your uncle if he wasn’t a bad parent, Hunter. If we don’t have any indication he did anything wrong, then he can reclaim you any time he likes, and we are obligated to try to find him and return you to him. I understand that it may be painful to talk about it, but we cannot proceed without information about your past life.”

“Fine,” Hunter snapped, “He hurt me, and he locked me up, and he made me run errands for him and would punish me if I failed, happy?”

A slight pause. “What kind of errands?”

Hunting down palisman so he could drain them of their magic. “Uh… picking up medicine for him.”

“Medicine? What kind?”

“I don’t know.”

“You don’t know?”

“I just picked it up. I didn’t ask questions, it wasn’t encouraged.”

“But you ran away, ended up in Gravesfield, where Camila found you a week ago?”

“Yeah.”

“Okay. Wait outside, send Camila in.”

Hunter shuffled out. “She wants you.”

Camila nodded, disappearing into the other room, closing the door behind her. Vee nudged him. “Are you okay?”

“She was asking about Belos.”

“I’m sorry,” Luz said softly.

Hunter paced back and forth. “What do you think they’re talking about?” He crept closer to the door, pressing his ear to the door.

“Hunter,” Vee hissed, “Get away from there, it’s rude!”

“I want to know what they’re saying,” he hissed back, “Shhhh!”

He pressed his ear to the door again. The voices were faint, but he could make out what they were saying.

“Obviously, if Vee is your biological daughter, there isn’t any reason for us to keep her from you. I don’t think there will be any difficulty with the transition. But Hunter… Ms. Noceda, you may be rushing into more than you can handle.”

“What do you mean?”

“You don’t know him well. We don’t know where he came from, or what he’s done.”

“What he’s done?”

“He’s a liar, ma’am, you wrote that he was homeless, but he claimed his uncle would lock him up. Those two aren’t exactly compatible. He very obviously isn’t telling us everything—and I suspect he may have been part of a drug delivery system without knowledge. If I can believe him that he didn’t know what his uncle’s ‘medicine’ was.”

“Okay, well, let’s just say that I am really, really, really determined to adopt him anyway.”

“I’m really advising you not to. Let us get him into the system, foster him out, see how he does before you go all in on adopting him. He might not even be separated from his uncle—they might be planning to rob or hurt you and your family.”

“Hunter,” Camila thundered, “is not going to hurt us. And I don’t think it’s a good idea to foster him out.”

Hunter pulled back from the door, feeling sick. “Luz, what’s fostering?”

Her face paled. “It’s… it’s when they sort of send you out to different families to take care of you.”

“I don’t want to go to a different family!”

“You won’t,” Luz soothed, “Mom won’t let them take you away. And you can just run away if they do.”

Hunter started to pace, his chest getting tight. “I can’t start running away here, too! That’ll just make all of the adoption stuff harder, right?”

Vee grabbed his hand. “Hunter. Look at me.”

He did, the fingers of his free hand tapping restlessly on the side of his leg.

Vee gave his hand a squeeze. “It’s going to be okay,” she said firmly, “We aren’t going to leave you behind. Promise.”

He took a deep breath. “Okay.”

“Good. Now sit down, and just think about other stuff. Like school.”

“I don’t want to go to school.”

“I’ll teach you algebra,” Vee promised, “They had a whole course on it at summer camp—it’s not so bad. And I’ll introduce you to my friends, too. You’ll be a couple grades older than us, but that’s okay.”

Luz bounced up. “Speaking of school, Hunter, is there any chance I can borrow Red? I know we’re worried about using the portal, but Eda and Amity and King and Gus and Willow will all be so worried about me!”

“Use your little…” Hunter clicked his fingers in the air. “Your little yellow thing.”

“My—you think that will work between dimensions?”

He shrugged. “Worth a shot. Might as well try before we open the portal and risk Belos getting in.” Hunter tapped his fingers against the chair. “If there’s natural titan’s blood veins in the Boiling Isles, then there’s a place here where it connects, right?”

“Right. That’s how Phillip—he wrote the diary I was using to figure out my portal—got into the demon realm in the first place.”

“So we might not need the key portal if we can find a place on this side where the worlds intersect.” Hunter’s stomach roiled. “Except that if we can do that, that means Belos has another way to get blood.”

“If I can just get in contact with Eda, she might be able to figure out my portal and then we don’t have to—”

The door to the other room burst open. Camila grinned, her hands behind her back. “Okay, Vee, Hunter, close your eyes, and hold out your hands!”

Vee did what she said, and Hunter followed suit, a little more hesitantly. Something paper settled in his hand. “Okay, open your eyes now.”

Hunter blinked at the paper in his hand.

Hunter Noceda.

Vee bounced up and down. “We did it!”

“They’re still finalizing everything—social security, birth certificates, all of that will take a bit more time. But you two are legally part of the family and under my care, now!”

Hunter Noceda.

The words felt… odd, in his head. But a good kind of odd.

Luz slung her arms around Vee and Hunter’s necks. “Whoo! Two new siblings! I didn’t use to have… well, any! I mean, I had you, but legally!” She shook Hunter slightly. “See? Nothing to worry about, I told you Mom could handle it!”

“Hunter Noceda.” He had a last name, now. A family name. “Vee Noceda.” It felt more natural to say her name—but then, she’d already seemed to be part of the family.

Luz cackled with glee. “Aha! You know what that means? Now the two of you have to wear ugly sweaters for family Christmas card pictures!”

“Ugly sweaters?” Vee questioned

“Christ-mas?” Hunter echoed.

“Ehehehe. Welcome to the Noceda family. You two have a lot of family tradition to catch up on.”

#wow this series is going to be so self-indulgent #toh #the owl house #toh hunter #camila noceda #lil rascal #luz noceda #vee noceda #toh fanfiction #my writing

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jinkicake · 4 years

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Periods Don’t Stop Nothing But A Sentence

Akaashi, Kageyama learn about the benefits of having sex while you’re on your period and offer their help.

Akaashi Keiji x Reader

Kageyama Tobio x Reader

Anon,,, you know Kageyama makes me act up so this might be a little wild... I hope you like it!!!! I love writing for Akaashi,,,, Kageyama is so difficult but I also adore writing for him too. That is my baby! Bruh, not @ me being on my period and writing my feelings out through this bc I want Ushiten to double team me.

SMUT // NSFW

WC- 1,182

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Akaashi Keiji

Allow me to be bold and state that Akaashi is a freak… you can’t convince me otherwise,,,,, It doesn’t really have anything to do with this but I don’t think I have ever said it before

Knowing his relatively calm and blunt personality, I don’t think Akaashi would care much that you’re on your period

He might have to warm up to the idea though, he would only do it if you wanted it or if he knew it would make you feel good

I think he would have to be convinced in the sense that you actually want it and you’re not just doing it to satisfy him,,,,, he’s selfless what can I say

“It’ll really help you feel better, (Y/N)?” He’d sound so skeptical and then look it up, scrolling through the multiple articles with tired eyes,,,,,,,

Akaashi would prepare everything beforehand, he would make sure it will all be clean before and after just to make you feel better and can go right to sleep after you’re done,,,,,,,, yeah Akaashi gonna fuck you to sleep!

He is doing this for you because he wants to take away some of the pain you are suffering from, and maybe it’ll help shorten your period! Thanks for letting Akaashi know that, period sex guide 101 !

Akaashi is going to act like he is doing this solely for you but you know….

Of course, he is getting something from it too!!! You know deep down he is riled up and excited

I feel like when he fucks you,,,, he is going to confess how hot he thinks the entire situation is HAHAHA It is kinda out of character, which makes it even more ideal~

Akaashi has you pressed against the shower wall, your chest is pinned against the cold tile while one of his hands is wrapped around your waist and the other is gripping your hip. His first initial thrusts are slow and shallow, dragging himself in and out of your tense walls to leave you blazing inside. His slender cock just barley brushes along your g-spot, leaving you speechless and unable to form a coherent thought.

“Keiji,” You whisper out before another loud moan takes over your voice. Akaashi kisses your shoulder, not letting up his slow pace, you can feel him smirking against your skin. His touch leaves a trail of fire in its wake and you press your cheek against the cold wall for relief, to cool down just a little bit.

“The way you are so weak for me,” Akaashi whispers in your ear, his voice lowering, the air he blows into your sensitive ear makes you thrust back against him. “is the hottest thing I have ever seen. You’re such a good girl, aren’t you?” He chuckles quietly and grits his teeth before bottoming out inside of you. The grip he has on your hip tightens and he forces you to grind down against him, your walls pulsate around him and Akaashi moans at the sensation. “Go at your own pace, pretty girl.”

You sway yourself on his length, moving your hips in circles as you desperately hold onto the wall. Akaashi removes the grip he has on your side and reaches up to grab the showerhead, putting it on the softest setting before bringing it down to your clit. The stream against such a sensitive spot makes you jolt and you glance at Akaashi, squeezing your thighs together in pleasure.

“It’s all yours my love, all for you, use it exactly the way you want.”

Kageyama Tobio

Pls… Kageyama is so clueless,,, I feel like he wouldn’t know shit about periods…. At the same time, he also has a sister so maybe he isn’t as clueless as I think???

I can imagine Kageyama walking in on you curled up into a ball because of cramps and he’s like “you good?” …. man would not have any clue why you were in so much pain

Then you tell him you’re on your period and Kageyama is like ‘oh’….. cue him to researching ways to help you feel better

He’d buy you a heating pad and warm foods because the internet told him to do so,,,, then he comes across an article talking about how orgasms can relieve your period pains and Kageyama is like 0.0

Because,,, he starts thinking about having sex with you and wow, now he has a boner

He continues to read the article and many others because when he brings it up with you, he doesn’t want to seem like a perv who is only suggesting it because he wants to get his dick wet!

I feel like Kageyama would send you the link via text message or simply slide you his phone with the page already pulled up,,,, I don’t think he has the nerve to straight out ask you

And you’re like….. uhhhhh and Kageyama is all red-faced with his lips pushed together in a little pout

“I want to help you with your…. pain” He motions his hand in-between your hips and can’t even find it in himself to say the word ‘period’ LMFAOOO

Kageyama does not care that you’re on your period, he is not scared of blood or grossed out in any way,,,,,, if he wants to fuck you and you want to fuck him, nothing can get in the way of it LOL

“T-Tobio,” You mewl and wiggle your hips, pressing your ass down into the mattress. “that feels so good.” Tears prick at the corner of your eyes and Kageyama swallows the groan that desperately wants to leave his lips. He glances at the towel and makes sure it is still in place so he can clean you up afterward. He doesn’t focus on it for long, not with the way you’re sucking him in like this, Kageyama can’t get over how tight you are.

“Relax, babe.” He grunts and dips his head, his hips stutter when he feels his knees go weak. “Is this too much?” Kageyama glances at you cautiously as he gently stimulates your clit. Mr.-PhD-in-period-sex-after-reading-four-articles remembers how sensitive the body can get during the monthly flow. He’s worried, Kageyama wants it to be pleasurable and not painful.

“Keep going Tobio, just like that, I’m okay.” You reassure him and arch your back at one of his particularly hard thrusts. Something about Kageyama being so attentive makes this experience that much better, it is like he is doing it solely for you and that control you have with him makes your knees weak. With shaky, wobbly legs you lift your bottom half up so you can bend one of your legs towards your chest. You aren’t able to hold the position long but at that moment Kageyama was able to thrust so deeply inside of you, you felt him in your guts.

“More, I need more Tobio!” You whine frustratedly as your walls convulse around him, your much-needed orgasm washes over you and can’t help but demand more. “Please, I want more."

Kageyama glances down at your pitiful eyes and leans forward to kiss your forehead before taking the same claim on your cheeks.

“Be patient baby, I’ll give you another. Relax for me, first."

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the-last-kenobi · 3 years

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AHHH YOU’RE TAKING REQUESTS 🚨🚨🚨 Okay okay uhhhhh I can’t decide between 13 or 18 so you choose! With hurt Obi-Wan and caretaker Anakin, please!

I AM INDEED TAKING PROMPTS

And because you’re amazing and I love all your writing I have decided to write both 13 and 18 into one story, we’ll see how this goes yikes.

From this various prompts list

Anakin moved quickly up the hallway, trying to keep his footsteps as soft as possible.

It was very late — or very early, depending on one’s point of view. The low-lights were on, and Anakin felt like he was intruding somehow, in this residential wing that was almost entirely deserted due to the war.

The damned war.

Anakin clenched his fists. I can’t afford to be angry right now, he told himself. I need to talk to Obi-Wan and I can’t start out by yelling at him.

It was tempting to lash out at Obi-Wan.

They hadn’t had a proper conversation in months, not since the Hardeen operation and everything that it had entailed, and then Obi-Wan up and vanished on some discreet mission, stopping only to ask Anakin for a ship to borrow.

Anakin had discovered Obi-Wan’s return only when Acquisitions had notified him that his ship would be late in returning to his care due to extensive damage. Flight logs indicated that his Master had returned a full five days before. Five days without so much as a comm message letting his lineage know he was back home. Nothing.

For a few hours Anakin had foundered, stewing in disbelief and anger, but as night crept in he had begun to feel something different.

Concern.

And something that might have been the Force, prompting him, pushing him.

And so here he was, silently keying in the manual code to Obi-Wan’s quarters — technically still his own, although he spent most nights at Padmé’s or in a private room.

The door swished open.

It was utterly dark.

That wasn’t unusual; when he had the chance, Obi-Wan preferred to sleep in complete darkness. He said it felt more natural. No distractions tugging at his brain.

What was unusual was the state of disarray.

There was a kettle sitting on the counter, so near the edge it made Anakin nervous. He walked over and moved it a few inches, his eyebrows flying up when he felt the weight. When he lifted the lid, it was obvious that this was days-old, and untouched to boot.

Was Obi-Wan sick? Was he in the Halls? Surely someone would have notified him. Surely.

Anakin looked around and took note of the robe discarded against the wall, the boots left in the middle of the walkway. There was an empty mug on the reading table, and a holo-still sitting beside it, as if Obi-Wan had stared at it for awhile and then set it down — the only item that looked carefully treated.

On closer inspection, it was a holo of Obi-Wan, far younger than Anakin had ever seen him, next to Qui-Gon and a dark-skinned woman he had never seen before.

Qui-Gon was in the center, facing a little to the left, his eyes on the woman, a full smile on his face. Anakin stared. The Jedi he remembered had been understated, his smiles always a little sad. This Qui-Gon looked about to throw his head back in laughter. The woman was looking down at Obi-Wan, who stood on Qui-Gon’s other side. She was nearly as tall as Qui-Gon, her hair was braided into several intricate sections; she was smirking conspiratorially at the young Padawan.

And Obi-Wan was smiling shyly back. Although his Master wasn’t looking at him, he had draped one arm around Obi-Wan, and the boy was leaning into the casual touch.

They all looked ridiculously young and ridiculously happy, and Anakin didn’t even know who one of them was. He had never heard of this woman, or why she wasn’t around any more, because she must not be, and he had certainly never heard stories of Obi-Wan’s apprenticeship. Not unless it was relevant to whatever they had been doing, or whatever lesson Obi-Wan had been trying to teach.

His Master was so damned secretive.

Angry again, Anakin replaced the holo-still and glanced around the room, thinking to check the Halls of Healing next.

Then he spotted something that made him instinctively recoil.

A Mandalorian helmet, sitting on the chair, painted in stark black and red and rendered in Death Watch’s style.

Heart hammering, Anakin picked it up and examined it, finding gouges and dents in the beskar alloy, signs of years of wear and tear.

Why was it here? Why was there a Death Watch helmet here, in their rooms? It didn’t make any sense!

His first wild thought was that the extremist group had somehow broken in, taken Obi-Wan, and left this behind. Then he mentally shook himself. That was beyond absurd.

So what then?

Anakin tucked the helmet under his arm and cautiously approached his former Master’s room, pressing the door aside slowly.

Obi-Wan was right there.

Sitting on his bed, dressed only in stained and scorched trousers and an undershirt, his head in his hands. His fingers were buried so deeply in his hair it looked as if he were trying to tear his skull open.

“Obi-Wan!” Anakin burst out without intending to, the last few hours of anger, confusion, and momentary panic getting the better of him.

Except the older man didn’t react at all.

“...Hey. Obi-Wan.”

After a pause, the man on the bed shifted slightly, and then sat up. His fingers hastily brushed his hair back into order as he did, and his face, though white as a sheet, was a perfectly blank mask.

Anakin didn’t buy a bit of it.

“Obi-Wan... tell me what’s going on.”

The man who was Obi-Wan but wasn’t acting at all like him gave a slight shrug. “There’s a lot going on, Anakin, we’re at war. What is it you needed at one in the morning?”

Well, at least he knows what time it is.

“You’ve been back for days. I haven’t seen you.”

“Ah. Your ship?”

“I’m not worried about the ship. I’m worried about you. I don’t even know where you were!” Anakin said, his voice rising again. He cut himself off quickly.

Obi-Wan frowned slightly. “I was... on leave.”

“On leave?” Obi-Wan didn’t go on leave. Obi-Wan never stopped working, hadn’t since Geonosis. “You said it was a mission.”

The older Jedi passed a hand over his mouth before speaking again. “I... it wasn’t an endorsed mission. I undertook it myself.”

A non-endorsed mission... “You mean you went off on your own?” Anakin demanded, shocked. “Tell me you weren’t chasing Maul!”

Obi-Wan went white to the lips. He opened his mouth to speak, and then he spotted the helmet under Anakin’s arm and choked on his words, falling dead silent.

Anakin considered for a moment. Then he studied the helmet again. Taking it in.

Death Watch.

Mandalore.

A personal, self-assigned mission.

Satine.

Red and black.

Maul.

“...Oh, Force, Obi-Wan.” Anakin said numbly. Thinking of Padmé. Thinking of Obi-Wan and the confession he’d made to Satine, one that Anakin had not been meant to overhear. “I’m so sorry.”

Obi-Wan said nothing.

He just stared at Anakin for a few moments before nodding his head in acknowledgement.

Anakin set the helmet down on the desk and edged closer to the bed, his eyes on his friend, wary as if he were approaching a traumatized animal. “Can I sit?”

A nod.

Anakin sat down.

“...Is it all right if I hug you?”

A very long pause. A small nod.

Anakin placed his palm on Obi-Wan’s back, then slowly moved so his arm was around the man’s shoulders. When Obi-Wan didn’t pull away, Anakin drew closer, tilting his head down to rest on Obi-Wan’s shoulder. Like he had when he was younger, and his Master was the best in the Temple, in the whole galaxy, and there was no war, just missions and too much meditation and time enough to just sit like this when they were tired and overwrought.

Obi-Wan shuddered in his hold. Not repulsed, but something else. Like he was cold.

“Obi-Wan?” Anakin asked.

His friend shook his head, but trembled harder, his breathing fluctuating.

“Obi-Wan.”

“Feel... nauseous,” the redhead mumbled, and then he doubled over, toppling head over heels towards the floor. Anakin cried out, lunged and caught him just in time, hauling his former Master into his arms and holding him, his heart pounding from the sudden shock.

“How long has it been since you’ve slept? Or eaten?” he demanded, thinking of the tea kettle.

“Mm... not since the night I got back. For eating. I don’t know about sleeping. I honestly... can’t remember...” Obi-Wan murmured. He was shivering now, his face pale and twisted with discomfort. He looked too weak to move, and he really must have been, because all he managed when Anakin cradled him closer and stood up with him in his arms was a low groan.

“We’re going to the Halls,” Anakin informed him curtly, striding out of the room with Obi-Wan in his arms, still trembling.

Obi-Wan made a noise of protest, but Anakin shook his head. “No. You need to see Healers.” He watched his friend’s eyes mist over vaguely, with grief or with illness it was hard to say. “I’ll stay with you the whole time,” Anakin vowed, meaning every word. “It’ll be fine. As soon as they’re ready to release you we’ll come right back here and you can sleep in your own bed.”

Obi-Wan mumbled something that seemed to include, ‘not a child.’

“Yeah, yeah, and I’m not your Padawan anymore. We still boss each other around. Just how it is,” Anakin said.

Obi-Wan huffed a laugh, tilting his head against Anakin’s shoulder. He took a deep breath. Then another. And then he was asleep.

“Damn,” Anakin whispered aloud. “Damn, damn, damn, you’re really not in good shape. You shouldn’t be this easy to carry, for one thing. Dammit, Obi-Wan. Why do you have to be so secretive?”

Is he secretive?

Or have I just never asked, and never listened?

Anakin honestly didn’t know, and that bothered him.

“Sleep, Master,” he murmured, adjusting his arms so that Obi-Wan was more comfortable. “We’ll talk when you’re ready. I promise. I’ve got you. We’re going to make it through this whole damn war, together.”

#star wars #my writing #writing prompts #let the boys talk and hug #please #obi wan kenobi #anakin skywalker #obi wan and anakin #angst prompt #angst #fluff #hurt/comfort #is this too ooc?#I can’t tell #it’s 1:30 am #I haven’t slept in two days #two days and two nights?#idk

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inkdemonapologist · 3 years

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scribbles from Session 2 of the current Bendy Call of Cthulhu game, where everyone’s having a normal one!!!

After an actually very pleasant evening meal (there was cake!), things got weird fast,

Joey started “talking to himself” in his empty hotel room but got evasive and weird and physically shoved everyone out when the others went to demand an explanation

Sammy tried to sleepwalk into traffic, completely entranced by Those Weird Symbols which apparently “feel like ink,” and got real Prophety for a bit when the others woke him up

Joey got him to chill out by calling after him in two voices at once (?!?!?)

After Sammy finally came to his sense and we all went back to get a little sleep, Joey finally showed us why he’s been so intent on wearing a hat everywhere lately and explained that hE IS POSSESSED BY BENDY CURRENTLY, so that Bendy could get some help remaining stable and come on the trip with us, WHICH IS, FINE. Just let eldritch horrors possess your mortal form that’s fine. Also Bendy needs a regular supply of ink to remain stable, so Joey’s been drinking ink, which is, also fine,

Anyway here’s some contextless quotes under the readmore:

[Sammy is played by me, Joey is played by Boo (inkyvendingmachine), Henry is played by Maf (inkcryptid), Jack is played by Mochi (whatyouwantedmetosee)and Thren (haunted-hijinxer) is our GM!]

[Sammy] So yeah, if you roll under a 5 on a d100, then Jack has SOMEHOW seen this occult symbol before. [Jack] Y'know, I'm gonna roll, just because it'd be REALLY funny if he succeeded. [Henry] Yeah! You can do it, Jack! [Jack] oH MY GOODNESS [Sammy]....what did you roll, [Jack] I roLLED A FOUR,,, [Sammy] Jack I JUST told you not to look at symbols what are you DOING

[Jack] He just used to have an ex who was really into the occult, it's fine -- [Sammy] (his name is Joey Drew,)

[GM] The location of the body is about 30 feet from the nearest building. [Sammy] Ah. So he fell out of the SKY. [GM] Unless he was a very impressive long jumper!

[Joey] Joey did not get candles because it seemed... a bit unfortunate that Bendy was not able to join us -- [Sammy] Sammy doesn't care. [Joey] -- but we can still celebrate -- [Sammy] He's here for cake.

[GM] Is everybody drinking responsibly this time? [Henry] Well Henry's not stuffing four drinks down himself if that's what you're asking!!

[Sammy] There's gotta be at least ONE nice thing about this trip. [Sammy] And it's this cake. That's it.

[Henry] Henry might try to get that book from Joey -- [Joey] Which book? [Henry] The yellow symbol one. [Joey] Um, Joey's gonna hold onto the one with the weird symbol on the cover, because he hasn't had a chance to cover up the symbol and he wants to do that first, but if Henry wants to look at Alice in Wonderland, he can have that one! [Henry] ...maybe tomorrow. [Joey] Joey seems ofFENDED at this.

[Sammy] That's the best roll I'll ever have in this entire scenario. [Henry] Sammy's listening very hard. [Sammy] Sammy's trying to sleep, therefore he hears Every Noise.

[Joey] It was the first night that Joey took Jack out to a dinner to kind of, y'know, spoil him, [Joey] a Thanks For Not Being Super Weird About Our Occult Stuff And Sorry You Got Dragged Into This dinner,

[Sammy] Sammy's not TRYING to be handsome, he's just accidentally really hot.

[Joey, the lowest physical stats of the whole group] He's going to more desperately try to just like, shove them out the door I guess!!! [Sammy, the highest physical stats of the whole group] Yeah! Give that a shot! SEE HOW THAT GOES

[GM] Henry swears he saw a third hand shoving Sammy out the door. [Henry] *uncertain* ......we know how many hands Joey has, right?

[Sammy] I was going to suggest that he's possessed, but... that's not a symptom I'm familiar with. [Henry] I'm pretty sure I didn't get extra limbs last time. [GM] (He just THOUGHT he did!) [Henry] (Well, he thought he was three whole people.) [Joey] (THATS SO MANY LIMBS!!)

[Sammy] I want an explanation. [Joey] *innocently* For what? [Sammy] The list grows longer!

[Henry] You know what happened last time you hid stuff from us, Joey... please... try to be smart, [Sammy] .............. (we know it's hard for you,)

[Sammy, explaining to Jack] ...I mentioned dying, in Haiti, [Henry] Oh, we're going into this, then, okay-- [Sammy] *muttering* You’re the one who brought up being possessed, [Sammy] Joey and I were possessing Henry for a significant portion of the trip. [Henry] For longer than the trip itself! [Sammy] well i wasn't going to go into THAT, [Henry] Well I-- uh-- I-- ...I should shush.

[Jack] So what do I have to roll to see how well Jack processes this? [Joey] How many nightmares do you have tonight? [GM] *cheerfully opening Weird Dream files* At least one!

[GM] You could make a Brawl check to hold on, if you're trying to make sure Sammy doesn't walk away from you. [Sammy] Brawl Check: Just Deck 'Im. [Henry] Henry will try! [Sammy] ....he's gonna try to deck him????

[GM] I feel like this might apply to the Charm skill, because you're a good... cajoler of Sammies, [Jack] *laughing* I'm actually SLIGHTLY BETTER at Persuade, because I'm down to 69 Charm for the joke!!

[Joey] But Joey's going to say it with two voices at once. [Sammy] HMMMMMMMMMMM,,, [Henry] eXCUSE ME? [Jack] Is Jack the only one here who doesn't have someone else in his head?! [Henry] Well Henry doesn't currently, [Jack] Give him five minutes.

[Joey] I think Joey's actually probably going to crack open that book now. [Jack] I honestly thought you were going to say "a drink" [Jack] Crack open a cold one with the son boy

[Jack] Jack is going to do all of the motions of going to bed except for the one part that's the most important.

[Sammy] The rest of us will go down and meet with Peter. [Sammy] Oh -- no, just realised, Sammy would call him "Pete" because he doesn't know that nicknames aren't transitive.

[Sammy] What IS it with people in masks??? [GM] ..................says Sammy,

[Sammy] All we've learned is that Trenchcoat Guy is super suspicious! Big shocker, I know.

[Jack] Jack is going to respond with a very eloquent, "UHHHHH,,,,"

[GM] You probably would get a Bendy voice popping up at that point saying "Joey's not actually drinking it, I am!" [Henry] Oh, hey Bendy. [GM] He maybe borrows a hand to wave. [Henry] (HOW'S IT FEEL, JOEY!!!!)

[Jack] I also had a hunch about the horns once it became more apparent that Joey was very specifically trying to keep a hat on all the time. [Jack] But very briefly, when he was like "and he takes his hat off to reveal--" my brain was like, what if it isn't horns, what if there's just a very small Lurker, [Sammy] Just pulling on his hair like Ratatouille,

[GM] Jack is pretty sure that whoever wrote this play wrote it to induce paranoia and mental distress. It seems baked in. [Henry] Well it's working on Henry! Henry wants to go home!

[Jack] #JustWorkingAtJDSThings

[GM] Make some sort of persuade-type roll! [Sammy] My... my only one is Intimidate, so that's what I'm using! [Jack] oH BOY [Jack] what do I roll to stop Sammy from whatever he's about to say?!

[Jack] Everyone else better be on their best behaviour! [Joey] Joey puts away his lockpicks for now.

[GM] You do see a microfilm machine, which is quite large at this point in time, [Jack] Not very micro, then,

[Jack] See if his Prophet senses are tingling! [Sammy] THATS THE OTHER GUY

[GM] It's kind of remarkable how little there is that talks about this guy's personal life in his desk! [Joey] There's no, like, locked drawers or anything? [Jack] No copy of his autobiography, talking about how gay he is?

[Jack] He's not going to mess with things. He's a polite boy. [Sammy] The rude boys have left the building. [GM] Only polite boys left!

[GM] It surely would never happen again! [Jack] One-of-a-kind, one-time-only, completely exclusive, if you didn't go you'll never get the fancy new shirt, [Jack] Hashtag I Was At The Cult Police Raid And All I Got Was This Lousy T-Shirt And Put In An Asylum

[Sammy] Well, now we can have some new trauma! We've had time to process this trauma, we're ready for more; that's how it works, right? [GM] That's good, because you need to roll Sanity checks for those dreams!

#call of cthulu: haunted hijinx #sammy lawrence #Henry Stein #Jack Fain #joey drew #when in doubt just keep drawing #EVERYONES HAVING A GREAT TIME #joey drew of course makes Only Good Decisions

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bitchesgetriches · 4 years

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… But, you know, at the end of the day, we’re just two people! Transcribing and editing audio is time- and labor-intensive work, and there just aren’t enough hours in the day for us to do it along with the fifteen million other things we have to do.

We were able to offer season one transcripts thanks entirely to A Purple Life, a peerlessly talented and wonderful fellow blogger who selflessly made it happen. (If you don’t already read her stuff, you’ve already disobeyed us, as we commanded you to in 10 Rad Black Money Experts to Follow Right the Hell Now. And for that, we’re strongly considering smiting you.)

We’re incredibly thankful to Purple for her hard work on this. But we also feel strongly that this DESERVES to be paid work! So the release of season two transcripts is dependent on getting more Patreon donors to offset funding it.

Season 1, Episode 1: “Should I Tell My Boss I’m Looking for Another Job?”

Season 1, Episode 2: “How Should I Behave on My First Day at Work?”

Season 1, Episode 3: “My Parents Have Bad Credit. Should I Help by Co-signing Their Mortgage?”

Season 1, Episode 4: “Capitalism Is Working for Me. So How Could I Hate It?”

Season 1, Episode 5: “I Don’t Love My Job, but It Pays Well. Should I Quit—or Tough It Out?”

Season 1, Episode 6: “I Lent My Boyfriend Money. He Took It to a Casino.”

Season 1, Episode 7: “I’m Terrible at Budgeting. Do I Suck It Up—Or Is There Another Way?”

Season 1, Episode 8: “My Mother Demands Information About My One-Night Stands.”

Season 1, Episode 9: “I’ve Given up on My Dream Career. Where Do I Go From Here?”

Season 1, Episode 10: “I Want a Pedigreed Dog. She Wants a Rescue Mutt. It Turned into a Fight… and the Fight Got Ugly.”

Season 1, Episode 11: “I Feel Cornered by a Friend Who Keeps Asking to Borrow Money.”

Season 1, Episode 12: “Should I Believe the Fear-Mongering about Another Recession?”

Bonus Episode: Merry Bitchmas! The 2019 Star-Studded Holiday Spectacular

For transcripts, scroll to the bottom of each episode and click “episode transcript.” Or read them directly in the podcast player of your choice!

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We are beyond flattered by the kind things you guys have said about us. Like MoonPetalLily, who described us as “the snarky older sisters [they] wish [they] had.”

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And God bless MelHubbs, who said, and I quote:

They’re prepared, and still relaxed; informative, and still light-hearted; comforting, and still sexual. It’s everything you could ever want in a podcast, in an internet personality, in your sisters-in-arms against the terrible war between capitalism and what humans actually need to survive & thrive. One of my favorite things about them is that they don’t have any corporate sponsors or ads, so you know what they’re saying is what they mean, not what their advertisers want them to say. If you’re able, support them on Patreon! If you’re not, listen to their podcast, take their advice to heart, reflect on your options, make your moves, then, with your newfound financial independence, become a patreon!

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Your review is so good that it reads suspiciously like something we paid you to write! But we’re too cheap for that—IT REAL!

Bitches Get Riches at the crossroads

All right. Time to level with you guys.

In keeping with 2020’s overarching theme (“everything is pure shit”), this year has become a real “shit or get off the pot” moment for the two of us.

Although I’m comfortable and doing fine, Piggy is still unemployed. And last week she received the last unemployment check she’s entitled to. It sucks. And it’s scary.

Being a partnership is awesome in almost every way. But one way that it sucks is that we have to earn double the amount of money to be truly profitable! (And no, before you ask, it’s not possible for us to only pay Piggy. Believe me, that was our original plan—but it turns out that’s not allowed in a 50/50 legal partnership. We must pay ourselves equally, or Uncle Sam will spank us. And he doesn’t do it in the sexy way—only the traumatic way!)

Piggy is doing okay for now. She has freelancing work, and an intact emergency fund. But understandably, anxiety and worry take their toll. She’s pushing through it, but it’s hard. Creativity and passion can’t thrive for long without some measure of safety and stability.

During these scary times, our Patreon community has been a lifeline. As more and more of you have joined us, it’s slowly crept up from grocery money to grocery and utility bill money! So thank you, thank you, from the bottom of our hearts thank you to those who’ve stepped up and joined.

But we’re kind of at a crossroads. Because of Piggy’s situation, we really need it to become “paying the mortgage” money. And it’s gotta get there pretty fast. Otherwise, it’s just not fair to ask Piggy to invest so much of her time in Bitches Get Riches, when she could be taking on higher paying freelancing work to keep herself afloat.

And trust me, you do not want a BGR that’s too Kitty-heavy. I am longwinded af, slowly losing my abilities to think and spell, and take every possible detour to inject disgusting sexual comments wherever they are least germane (although idk maybe you’re here for that).

Our new goal for ourselves, and you

With all of that in mind, we have a new goal: to produce season three of our podcast, we need 500 total Patreon donors.

Today we have… 294. So that’s, uhhhhh… a really ambitious goal!

It’s probably too ambitious. We’re probably gonna fail. Who cares, it’s 2020! The planet is on fire and god is already dead, so we have no reason not to give it our all!

We are leaving this in your hands. We—Piggy and I—believe that the world would be a better place if people could hear reliable, relatable financial wisdom funded by regular people, untainted by corporate sponsors with deep pockets who want us to push their capitalist crap upon you. And 294 of you have already demonstrated that you believe that too. Thank you, thank you, infinity thank yous to all of you who are already a part of our Patreon community. You are shining stars that smell faintly of vanilla.

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We hope to be back soon for a third season. Until then, stay safe, stay sane, wear your masks, triple-check that you’re registered to vote, and save room for dessert. (What’s for dessert? So glad you asked—it’s the rich!)

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dagranwrites · 3 years

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@rusty-136, @piers-wifey, @novaniia, @niishiki

I had a thought and I will now subject you all to it!

tldr; enhanced regeneration most likely deadly for non-mutants, process of acquiring it also very likely deadly

alright so I’ve had this thought for a while now so let’s get it out of my head so I may know some peace – today’s topic is wound healing and enhanced regeneration as already mentioned (we are going to refer to it as that, regardless of whether the result counts as complete or incomplete regeneration, that’s an argument for a different post, shut it, we all know what this refers to in the RE universe so we’re gonna stick with it)

the actual process of wound healing is not all that important for my argument here, but a very, very simplified explanation would be clot that blood, clean that shit, grow some tissue/blood vessels, get rid of the repair materials and make it look presentable, the actual process is a lot more complicated and intricate, but the only really interesting thing we can gain here is that with repair or incomplete regeneration as it happens in humans, it takes 3 weeks, after the wound is closed, for a wound to reach 20% of its initial tensile strength and 12 weeks to regain its maximum of 80% tensile strength, however the whole phase can take up to a year or longer, which is interesting because while most people might consider it a done deal by the time the wound is shut, it speaks for our body’s ability to distribute out the workload in way that makes us barely even aware it’s happening at all

but that’s kind of the part I’ve been stuck on in terms of enhanced regeneration, it takes a lot for our body to heal and heal properly and it’s asking A Lot to condense that down into mere hours or minutes, weeks at best for injuries that would otherwise heal in weeks, months or years, and that’s not even taking into account that mutants like Wesker are more likely to undergo complete regeneration in this process instead of repair and scarring, because that basically flips the script for what promotes healing, so we’re not gonna dig deep here, we’re just accepting this knowledge for now

to heal a wound we need a lot of stuff, we need blood, proteins, vitamins, zinc, enzymes and from all of these things a metric fuckton each pretty much, albeit for different reasons and with different problems attached to it

let’s start with blood (part of the tissue growth phase is the creation of new blood vessels, which is exactly what makes wounds/scars look so red early on, your body basically built you a new blood metro in that area), blood is what gets stuff around in our body, it’s our personal shipping department and it’s good at what it does, but we also need a metric fuckton of it and that’s kind of the whole problem here because uhhhhh... space? we can’t just add several litre’s worth of blood to our veins and except them to be okay with it and not burst, let’s eyeball it and say the average human can fit around 500 extra ml (which about the cap for blood donations too), which is a start but definitely not enough, but we’re also not growing any extra space to put any extra blood, so at best it would only increase heart rate and blood pressure by a concerning amount instead of, as previously mentioned, bursting veins and arteries but that’s definitely also a concern

so what else? proteins, of which we also need a metric fuckton because proteins are what keeps the whole production up and running here, and not just because it’s fuel and energy for the process but also because of that, without proteins nothing’s really going as well as it should when it comes to wound healing, they’re kind of that essential (which means a lot of good eating and if not depleting resources at an alarming rate, and resupplying through some external source to help the body keep up with the demand)

and then vitamins and out of all vitamin A probably the most, like… a smaller metric fuckton than the previous two, and likely amounts that put polar bear liver to shame (which if you didn’t know is deadyl to us in even small amount so that’s fun), and zinc of course because of course we need zinc, it’s so essential it gets its own catergy how about that

shove in a bunch of enzymes and other chemicals and et voilá we got a nice cocktail of healing materials, technically we also need something that tells the body to put all that shit to use (because I mean of course you can’t just shove all that into your body and expect it to work like you want it to without instructions) but considering that this cocktail is not injected from an external source, but launched internally in response to an acute injury we can consider this a prerequisite that we don’t need to bother with (the body very likely has an agent for that we just haven’t exactly IDed it as far as I know) – so of course the body will know what to do with all that excess material, it ordered its initial production, the problems here really are the time frame and the amount needed

the body needs to burn through those materials at an alarming speed not just to get the job done that quick, but also because well where the fuck is it supposed to put all that otherwise? what is an interesting coincidence here is that both the G-Virus and Uroboros display a high regeneration rate as well as a high mutation rate, and considering that the C-Virus can revive century old corpses if they’re preserved well enough I wouldn’t rule it out of the equation here either, albeit only in the case of the G-Virus do healing and mutation seem to go hand in hand, but still – it’s plausible enough to say excessive bone, muscle and tissue growth in response to serious injury makes sense if the body has to accommodate a sudden influx of wound healing materials (and suddenly over a year or more for this process sounds reasonable because oh boy if the vitamin A overdose doesn’t kill you the protein demand might make you feel like you’re starving)

but injuries are usually kind of a one off thing, they happen, they heal and it’s done, that being said our bodies still regenerate (and yes in this case it’s true regeneration) constantly, everything’s replaced on a schedule, and that also needs A Lot of materials, and there is virtually no reason why those processes should run at normal speed if a mutant can do that a lot quicker (wait is that how the progenitor virus prevents cell lysis because the body is kept in such pristine condition that it’s basically like an unpacked collector’s toy? not my initial point here but food for thought), my point is the body also doing that with general replacement/regeneration would explain stray mutations that happen for no apparent reason (since it’s a constant process of upkeep)

of course we don’t know whether the Ndipaya mutants were like Wesker or the others that turned out semi-alright, or if they usually only benefited of only one of the virus’ effects instead of multiple at once, however this allows the argument that even in individuals with normal healing it can be argued that this is what makes the virus so deadly, it’s abilities come at the price of the infection forcing the body run maintenance at such a high speed that merely trying to implement it ends deadly in most cases and only few are able to adapt

enhance regeneration requires ramped up production, enhanced strength likely requires that plus rewriting a whole bunch dna and performing complete regeneration at the same time to implement it, genius intellect well... that’s linked to a specific gene according to RE lore, so going with that it would required to not only improve that gene but also keeping it at peak performance in pristine condition... I’m starting to think Spencer had the right idea by improving the virus to the max and only injecting people who were previously selected for having the best possibly genetic prerequisites...

I mean I’d also throw in some gene splicing and heavy gene editing, gene therapy either since birth or since pregnancy just to up the chance of the whole thing working, but given that this happened in the 60s and Umbrella being established after Project W I’m willing to give Spence some leeway, unless of course we say Project W and Umbrella’s predecessor went hand in hand, so research was being done before the money-printing-machine in form of a company was put into place but that’s just me

anyway the point is: big task, short timeframe, fever vs. virus → death by progenitor

somebody is more knowledgeable about these things than me weigh in on this

#fandom: resident evil #type: text post #resident evil #project w #wesker plan #progenitor virus #enhanced regeneration

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moldy-mold · 3 years

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Hello! It’s already May... Life updates - a roller coaster of emotions

A tempestuous, tearful April... Aghh the struggle has not eased up a bit. Living is just too expensive to be shouldered by part-time wages, meager freelance, and fickle confidence. My parents are disappointed - I’ve always tried to dodge the questions about my uncertain future. After all, I don’t have any answers.

What nearly broke my spirit was the humiliating scolding I received on my birthday. “You’re almost 30. Stop playing around at the cafe, don’t you know your bank account is nearly empty? How will you pay for this? If you can’t afford car insurance then just bike to work!” I didn’t even have time to think about how inconsiderate that was. In a daze, I hung up and went to my second part-time job that day.

Well, Dad, those are the questions I asked myself every single day. All I can do is keep trying even if you don’t believe in me. Because, despite everything, I still believe in myself.

Nothing good will come out of asking these punishing questions. I don’t know if things will get better or worse. Just gotta do what I can to get by as a small creature existing in this universe.

I learned to stop blaming myself for not being successful. Given the circumstances, I think the odds are stacked pretty high against most of us right now.

“Banish the nonsense. Some questions will ruin you if you are denied the answer long enough.” - Annihilation

I’ve begun my investment journey! After studying how it all works I have come to understand the value of investing. It was one of my resolutions for this year and I’m glad I’ve achieved it.

My brother, a crypto enthusiast, knows my monetary plight and has been helping me out in the weirdest ways.

6 am text: “Hey Sis, you got $1000? Put it into Dogecoin... like NOW.”

I don’t like doing these kinds of high-risk-high-reward investments but what the heck, I was desperate. I applied for an account that can trade crypto.

In the end my account got rejected (there was no explanation) and I gave up. Because of course that would happen lol.

“Hey, do you have time to talk about the future?” “UM... are we breaking up???” “LOL don’t say it like that!”

My roommate / best friend decided she wanted to move to her own place and find her own way in life. Of course, my fragile heart, still tender from the previous month’s beating, took it very personally. I was reassured it wasn’t my fault - there are plenty of other valid reasons why.

We’ve been sharing an apartment for 6 years now, and although I knew it would happen someday, it was quite shocking to hear it being said to me in reality. At first, I laughed it off because I’ve been dreaming about moving out of the country anyway and it all works out. I’m an introverted, neat-freak, homebody! It’s perfect! But after a very pensive shower, I realized that I’m actually terrified to be without any companionship. Either way, I have to put my feelings aside because I don’t wanna hold her back from her dreams. I may have trouble accepting it now but hopefully I can genuinely be happy for her in time.

The Plant Life Please welcome Rokurou, the newest addition to my jungle.

It’s been a few weeks and he totally ate bugs already lol. Nice! I was thinking the smaller traps wouldn’t catch anything, but it turns out they’ve been doing the most work. The larger traps can’t catch ants or tiny gnats. They just crawl out after the trap snaps shut.

This venus fly trap is rather picky about what water he gets so I’ve been out there collecting rainwater in buckets JUST for him! Kind of a pain, but I will do whatever it takes to keep him alive.

It was a very tiny dream of mine to collect and care for carnivorous plants. If the shop had more varieties, I would probably buy them all.

I thought I was gonna die... Hostess for a day. One day while working at the cafe, this old Chinese man came in asking how much I made here. Then he told me if I work as a hostess/front desk person at his restaurant (which was next to the cafe, by the way), he will pay me more than the cafe. He slipped me $5 to go see him after my shift at 9pm. It was soooooo sketch. But I went anyway to at least hear him out after telling my roommate and my parents where I was going. You know... in case I die.

Luckily I didn’t die. It was a normal Chinese restaurant. I met the staff and they were all super cool and the mysterious old man goes by Mr. Lin.

Mr. Lin was very chill about it. He said I can have a trial run after my bakery shift on Saturday. If I don’t like it, I can just tell him no and he will pay me for my time.

I knew it was a bad idea to take another shift after a long shift at the cafe but I did it anyway. It was BUSY. Too busy for anyone to teach me how to be a hostess so I literally just had to guess what I’m supposed to be doing. It was kinda obvious though, showing people to their tables. I picked them at random bc I didn’t know if there was a method to seating people or not.

There are three different menus: Chinese, Korean and English and they’re ALL different. Depending on the nationality of who walks in, I have to decide for myself which menu to hand out. Uhhhhh despite being Asian myself, I cannot tell the difference between Korean and Chinese people lmao so I have to keep awkwardly asking people which menu they want. *screams*

The manager, Vincent, is so OP though. He knows exactly which menu to get every time. I was like HOW DO YOU KNOW?? He only responded with “working in the business for 24 years.”

Anyway, it was a long and confusing night of people thinking I am a waitress and me not knowing where the spoons are. But I don’t think this job is for me, even if it pays a lot.

There sure is plenty of demand for part-time food service workers and zero demand for full-time graphic designers... sigh. My journey doing random jobs in 2021 continues.

My brother graduated pharmacy school last week. In our culture, the older sibling’s shoulders is where all the expectations should rest. Maybe in another AU I would feel small and inferior to my younger and more successful sibling. But I don’t feel anything like that. In fact, if he can take care of my parents while I’m trying to figure out my own life, then I’m just more grateful to him. Maybe my parents don’t expect anything of me anymore, which is okay. Either way, my brother and I have each other’s backs.

Berseria I went into it with ZERO expectations because of its infamous predecessor, but I have come out pleasantly surprised. I liked it more than I thought. I’m at the end but I’m not done with the story yet.

I remember expressing my utter confusion about Zesty and everyone was like “play Berseria, it will answer a majority of your questions.” And boy, it did and I’m so glad. I loved all the throwbacks and references and lore that had to do with the previous game. Like, they really had something interesting going on here but it never quite came to fruition last time.

Is it just me, or did it take a very long time to understand all the battle mechanics? Like... I didn’t get the hang of the game until we got to Meirchio. Now I am quite good at playing Rokurou, my main. And it feels way more fun. I usually like mage characters in the old tales games but tbh I wasn’t really into it this time.

After we finish Bersy, we will be moving on to Xillia 2, our final Tales game! Gaius, I’m coming for you.

Xenoblade At the same time, I am also finishing up Xenoblade after spending nearly a year on it. I have weeks where I’m just grinding the side quests to unlock the skill trees. When I’m down, traveling and exploring in this game puts my worries to rest. Really though, the maps are so beautiful... And the music! T_T

This is one of the few games where I like every character pretty much equally, though Dundun and Riki win by just a little bit.

That’s it for now. Thanks for being here!

#diary

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Run Away | 3

It is so much easier to get people to hate something than to believe. Part of the Grimoire Series

➴ Pairing: Choi Soobin x Reader ➴ Rating: R-16 ➴ Word Count: 3.8k ➴ Genre: Twisted Fairytales, Yandere ➴ Trigger Warning: Is it really my fic if there’s no cursing and mentions of dick??, Death again, Murder again (some are described but not too graphic), Massacre again, Blood again, Mild Sexual Content (heavy making out and some grinding, plus an implication of sex next to a corpse they’re very freaky im sorry), violence, deception, uhhhhh attempted patricide??? idk

It’s the last chapter. This wild.

Kai woke up in the Jolly Roger once more, comfortable in his bed.

Next to him was Y/N, bound tightly to a chair—tear streaks on her face as she looked over at Kai with worry.

Taehyun was nowhere to be found.

Kai gasped as he sat up, turning over to the girl.

“Y/N?” He asked, eyes glazing over at the girl in concern.

Her wrists were red with friction—probably from thrashing around and trying to escape.

Dried up tear-streaks ran through her face, new tears springing out in relief as Hueningkai sat up.

She let out a noise, eyes softening as she looked over at Kai.

“What happened?” Kai asked.

“Welcome back, son,” Hook boomed as he entered the room. “Pan got you, and I apologize for that mistake—but we got them back again, and this time we know how important his whore is to him. We’ll use her to our advantage,”

Y/N’s eyes shifted to the man, glare fierce as the cloth bound around her mouth was pulled away.

“Wouldn’t you like to watch as we flay your pretty little boy alive?” Hook asked the girl teasingly.

“Not if he kills you first,” Y/N spat, making the man flare up.

“Don’t worry, dear girl. We’ll save his dick for you,” Hook hissed. “Would be a nice toy, wouldn’t it? It would be a great gift to relieve you until we can sell you to the slave traders looking for a slut over at Pirate’s Bay,”

“He’ll get here soon—and when he does, you’re going to wish you didn’t even enter the camp.” Y/N thrashed more violently in her chair, angrily hissing.

“Well, we’ll see what he can do once he gets here, wouldn’t we?” Hook smiled maliciously, pulling the cloth back up the girls’ face before nodding over at his son. “Kai, watch her, will you? And stay down here, until we kill Pan,”

Kai pursed his lips as he nodded, immediately shooting up towards Y/N once his dad closed the door.

“Are you okay?”

Y/N’s eyes softened, nodding as Kai removed the binds on her.

“I’m fine—thanks, Kai,” Y/N mumbled softly, rubbing her wrists. “Are you okay, honey?”

“I’m okay, but I-I’m sorry,” Kai said, eyes welling up with tears as he pouted, lower lip starting to quiver sadly. “I-I didn’t know dad can do this. I always thought Soobin was evil, but he—Dad was worse. He was manipulating me this whole time, I—“

“Hey, hey, Kai,” Y/N whispered, cupping the boys’ face. “It’s not your fault. He’s your dad, of course you’d believe him—but now you know the truth.”

Kai nodded sadly as Y/N strained, standing up.

“Kai, you have to go find the other lost boys—find Taehyun, and stay with him and protect the Lost Boys with him, okay? He’ll know what to do,” Y/N instructed as she opened the door.

“What about you?” Kai asked as he followed the girl.

“I’ll look for Soobin, I have to make sure he’s okay,” Y/N sighed, smiling over at him and cupping his face. “Be careful, okay? You and Taehyun are like little brothers to me,”

“Okay,” Kai smiled softly as the girl placed a soft kiss on his forehead.

Kai smiled once more as he turned and ran away to the dungeons, where Taehyun and the others were.

Where he left, Y/N bit her lip, sighing as she heard another pirate sneak up behind her.

Soobin bit his lip, amused as he tilted his head.

He held his hands up, smiling teasingly at Hook—who held a crossbow to his head.

He backed away step-by-step as Hook inched forward, both of their shoes squelching as he stepped on puddles of blood from the deceased Lost Boys and Pirates on the deck.

Finally, Soobin stepped on the plank—making him laugh in amusement.

“The plank, Hook?” Soobin snorted. “You’re losing your touch—you know I can fly, right?”

“Not as fast as my arrow,” Hook hissed, eyes burning as Soobin chuckled.

“Yeah, probably faster,” Soobin shrugged.

“Your reign ends here now, Pan.” Hook growled, pressing the arrow closer to the boy’s head.

Soobin smiled in amusement, further infuriating the Captain as he pressed the crossbow onto the boy’s neck.

“Oh, really?” Soobin grinned. “Fine, I’ll play. What do you want?”

“Let me and my son out of this place,”

"But do tell me, Hook,” Soobin raised an eyebrow. “Why would I get rid of something that gives me so much amusement?”

“You won’t do anything to us, Pan!” Hook spat, eyes turning into a crazy frenzy—much to Soobin’s delight. “I have your whore with me!”

“Aw, don’t call my wife that.”

Soobin raised an eyebrow, sighing as Y/N appeared towards the deck—bound in ropes while a pirate pulled on her hair.

She winced in pain at the harsh tug on her hair, turning over to the pirate keeping her bound.

“You know, I only let Soobin do this to me, and only in the bedroom.” Y/N started, wincing as the pirate pulled tighter. “Like, I literally told him last night that only he can do this to me, okay, so if you could just—”

“Shut up,”

“Touchy,” Y/N snorted before looking over at Soobin. “Hi baby!”

Soobin smiled.

Hook immediately cleared his throat, starting to voice his demands—making Soobin sigh and roll his eyes.

“You let us free and I’ll give her a safe passage—bring her back to her kingdom where she belongs. She can get married to a prince, have princes and princesses—” Hook started.

At the mention of this, Soobin’s eyes darkened—a sadistic smile on his face as his sharp glare locked onto the pirate holding his girl.

“She’s not getting married to anyone, or getting fucked by anyone, or having children with anyone else but me—She belongs to me,” Soobin growled, eyes snapping over to Hook. “She is only mine.”

“You don’t get to demand that, Pan,” Hook chuckled in victory. “If you don’t let us go, we will kill her in front of you. Slowly.”

“You’d be crazy if you think I’ll let you go after everything you just said.” Soobin smiled sarcastically as he looked over at Hook.

“Me, my son, and my crew are not your toys,” Hook started.

There was a thump, followed by sarcastic yawn—making Soobin’s eyes soften as he smiled widely.

“Save the drama for whoever’s willing to listen, Hook,” A dull voice dead-panned.

Behind them, the pirate holding Y/N was lying dead with a deep slit across his throat.

An unbound Y/N stood next to him, leaning on the wall as she twirled a bloody dagger in her hands with an amused smile.

“How?” Hook gasped.

Y/N didn’t answer, straightening up and brandishing the dagger.

“You remember this?” She asked light-heartedly with a fond smile on her face. “You gave it to my brother—to kill Pan. Infused with poison, am I right?”

“How did you know?” Hook asked in shock, eyes darting back and forth between Y/N, who smiled sarcastically, and Soobin, who smiled lovingly at the girl.

“Well, for one, I’m not stupid, Hook,” Y/N snorted as she walked over to Soobin, who slung an arm around her waist and placed a soft kiss on her head with a proud smile. “And for another, you’re not that slick. Don’t worry, though. Your nightshade wasn’t wasted.”

Hook shot the couple a confused gaze, his clutch on his crossbow tightening as he shook.

“What do you mean?”

“The poison was used, not wasted or dried up,” Y/N smiled, finger running on the edges of her blade. “I’d know—I mean I did use it to kill my own brother.”

Hook’s eyes widened.

Three Months Ago

Junseo lied in bed, unconscious after the attack on Hook’s ship.

Y/N sat on his bed, next to his body—sighing softly as she ran her hand through her brother’s hair.

Soobin entered the tent, smiling fondly at the girl.

“How is he holding up?”

“Fine,” Y/N hummed, looking up at Soobin with a smile. “He’s doing okay, I guess.”

Soobin hummed, crossing his arms as he looked down at the siblings.

“Bin?”

“Hm?”

“Why did he faint like this?” Y/N asked, raising a patch of Junseo’s hair to reveal a point of impact.

“You have to understand, love—he was getting too violent.” Soobin replied. “He tried to kill me.”

“Why?”

“Because he saw me kill people.” Soobin replied, voice grave as he rose an eyebrow at Y/N.

The girl froze, looking up at Soobin with an unreadable expression.

“Oh, did he?” Y/N replied.

“Y/N,” Soobin started as he sat next to the girl—taking her hands in his. “Your brother has a dagger on him right now, something Hook gave him. He wants to kill me—“

“I know Junseo wants to go home.” Y/N interrupted the boy, leaning back with a challenging smile. “I know he wants me to leave,”

Soobin frowned, grip tightening on the girl’s hands.

The girl only raised her eyebrows.

“Tell me, then,” Y/N smirked. “What do you plan to do about it?”

“You know I won’t let you leave.” Soobin replied, voice grim and almost growling. “No one leaves Neverland—especially you. You’re not leaving me. Ever.”

Y/N hummed, looking back down at her brother.

“I see,” Y/N said, pulling one of her hands out of Soobin’s grasp and cupping her brother’s face. “It’s not like I would—I don’t want to leave, Soobin. I wasn’t lying back at the campfire,”

A flash of emotion crossed Soobin’s eyes, but it was gone as quick as it came.

“Soobin,” Y/N said, looking back up at the boy and cupping his face. “I don’t want to leave you—I want to be with you. I want to be your queen.”

Soobin’s eyes darkened as he leaned forwards, crashing his lips on hers and pulling her on his lap.

Y/N whimpered as she wrapped her legs around his waist, immediately deepening the kiss as she ran her hands through his hair.

Soobin pulled away, growling as he bit on her lip.

“You want to be my queen?” Soobin asked, growling loudly as the girl whined on his lap—biting her lip as she ground herself down on him. “You think you deserve it, baby?”

“Yes, Soobin, I do.” Y/N whined, cupping his face. “Make me yours,”

Soobin released a deep breath as his hands landed on her waist—guiding her hips as they moved on top of him.

His lips attached itself to her neck, placing loving nips and sucks—marks blooming on her neck.

“Soobin,” Y/N whined. “I love you,”

Soobin smiled, pulling away and placing a soft kiss on Y/N.

“You do?”

“I do, baby,” Y/N panted, her hands cupping his face as she continued to ground herself on him.

“Prove it,” Soobin said, raising his eyebrows as he pulled her down harder—her hips almost attached to his at this point.

Soobin smiled as he felt a familiar heat engulf him below, his pants turning damp from how hard she pressed herself on him.

“How far are you willing to go to show me you love me, baby?” Soobin challenged, running his tongue on her bottom lip.

Y/N smiled, leaning forward and laying another kiss on him as her hands reached behind him to pull a poison-laced dagger out of her brother’s pockets.

“Like this.” Y/N giggled.

Before Soobin could react, the dagger was set deep into Junseo’s abdomen.

Soobin looked over with a smile, tilting his head at the black poison making it’s way through Junseo’s body.

Y/N giggled, wrapping her hands around his neck as she placed kisses along Soobin’s jawline.

“Night shade, remember?” Y/N giggled. “Slow-acting poison, baby. He’ll be dead by nightfall.”

Y/N’s hands pulled his head back to look over at her.

“That’s how far I’ll go, Soobin.” Y/N whispered. “No one’s taking me away from you. I won’t let them.”

Soobin bit his lip, groaning as he threw her head back when Y/N started moving above him again with a loud moan.

Y/N smile once more, giggling breathlessly as she felt something poking hard her thigh from where she sat.

She reached down to palm him through his pants, forehead leaning on his.

“Baby?”

Soobin’s eyes opened, locking gazes with the girl.

“Yes?”

“I’m yours, right?” Y/N smiled. “Show me.”

With a soft groan, Soobin tore her dress off.

Soobin smiled fondly at the memory.

Y/N smiled, leaning back on the boy as his grip tightened on her.

Her hands continued to trace the dagger’s blade as she smiled at the man.

“You-You psychotic bitch,” Hook gasped. “Pan changed you—manipulated you into being like this,”

“On the contrary,” Soobin hummed, smiling over at Hook as he pressed a kiss on the back of her head. “My queen has always been like this—and I love her for that,”

“Do you not feel remorse?” Hook exclaimed, hands shaking as his aim on the crossbow wavered.

Y/N only tilted her head, laughing.

“Not really—no,” Y/N smiled. “Do you not feel remorse for all our lost boys you’ve slaughtered over the years?”

“Your husband has killed more Lost Boys than me!”

“Husband,” Y/N giggled happily, squeezing Soobin’s hands in joy as she looked up. “You’re my husband,”

Soobin only smiled as the girl looked back over at Hook.

“Those dead boys—they deserved it,” Y/N smiled. “They didn’t listen—they wanted to be free.”

Soobin nodded in delight at the power exuding from the girl in his arms right now.

“They wanted to grow up, Hook,” Soobin said, smiling over at the man. “You know there are no grown ups in Neverland. Just me and Soobin.”

Before Hook could retaliate, Y/N’s hand squeezed Soobin’s on her waist—looking up and cupping his face.

“Baby?” She whine. “I’m bored.”

Soobin smiled understandably, laying a kiss on her lips as he waved his hand—an invisible force immediately pinning Hook down.

“You-You both think of nobody, but yourselves!” Hook gasped, groaning as the pressure on his body increased.

“Yeah, pretty much.” Soobin smiled sarcastically as he pulled away from the girl.

Y/N tilted her head as she gently pulling her body away from Soobin with a soft smile at the boy.

“You will never succeed! You will never control magic, or Neverland!” Hook exclaimed.

“Dear, we already do,” Y/N laughed. “Besides, no one else is important, anyways—except for us. Me, Soobin, Taehyun, and our new little prince,”

Hook stopped, frowning as he wracked his brain.

There were no new lost boys.

“Do you not know?” Soobin laughed. “We have a new lost boy!”

“Our new recruit—my new little brother,” Y/N smiled. “Hueningkai.”

“No, no,” Hook gasped as Soobin let go of the man with his magic. “Not my son!”

Y/N only smiled as the man reached for his crossbow—attempting to attack the couple.

Hook froze when an arrow suddenly embedded itself on his shoulder.

Hook gasped, turning around to see Taehyun leaning on the doorframe.

Hueningkai next to the red-head as he loaded another arrow on his crossbow.

“Dad,” Hueningkai spoke gravely. “This ends now.”

“S-Son,” Hook started as he straightened up. “Son, I don’t know what lies they fed to you—“

“You were the one who fed me lies!” Kai hissed. “You’re a sad old man. You don’t deserve a son—you don’t deserve to leave. You deserve to rot in hell.”

“Son, everything I did was for you—“

“Bullshit.” Kai hissed, shooting the arrow—watching it pierce his father’s stomach.

Taehyun walked over next to Y/N and Soobin, looking on in amusement.

“Hey, little prince,” Y/N smiled, ruffling Taehyun’s hair. “You know what to do afterwards?”

Taehyun only hummed affirmatively, smiling at Kai.

“You manipulated everyone, dad. You talked to Junseo��made him crazy enough to try and kill two people just in love. You told me Pan was evil and a monster, but no, dad—Pan was a figure of imagination. Soobin-hyung, Y/N and Taehyun were the first people to show me what it’s like to have a family.” Kai raged angrily. “You’re the monster, dad.”

“Kai,” Y/N said softly, her eyes soft as she smiled over at the boy. “That’s enough, honey. We’ll take it from here.”

Taehyun smiled, walking over to Kai and urging him to lower the bow.

“Come on, Hueningie. Let’s set up your room in the cottage.” Taehyun said, pulling gently on the other boy’s arm. “I’ll show you how to use magic like me, Y/N and Soobin do—but it’s a secret, okay?”

With another deep breath, Kai lowered the bow and turned to Taehyun.

“Okay,” He said softly.

With another glare at his father, Kai and Taehyun left—leaving the couple alone with Hook.

Y/N snorted with laughter as Hook crumpled to his knees with a defeated cry—tears in his eyes as he called for his son to return.

“He’s not coming back,” Soobin hummed, feet kicking a dead corpse by his feet. “Neither is this one—poor little Yoonbin.”

Y/N’s lips quirked up as Hook looked up at them with a defeated gaze.

“You know my crew?”

“Of course we do,” Soobin smiled sardonically. “They’re all Lost Boys, you know? All of them.”

“Hook, I don’t know if you’ve noticed by now, but—“ Y/N smiled, gazing fondly at all of the corpses. “You never had a crew. They’re all ours—we always had the upper hand.”

Hook’s eyes lowered as he coughed—blood escaping through his mouth.

“Y-Yet you killed them all?”

“A necessary evil,” Y/N smiled. “We had to, and they knew it.”

“They served their purpose,” Soobin shrugged, kicking a body over and letting it turn and nonchalantly making a noise of recognition at the corpse’s face. “Ah, Dongwon. I liked Dongwon.”

“You two are monsters.” Hook hissed.

“Oh, we know.” Y/N replied, shrugging.

“How could you do this?” Hook mumbled. “How could you make Kai turn on his own father?”

“Well,” Soobin smiled as he leaned down to the man. “I’ve figured that it is so much easier to get people to hate something than to believe.”

Before Hook could reply, there was a shimmer as Soobin waved his hand, Y/N’s dagger appearing in it.

He grinned, his hand coming down swiftly to slice Hook’s neck straight and clean, watching as the man fell to a heap on the floor—choking on his own blood until the life finally left his eyes.

Soobin straightened up, dusting his clothes with a sigh.

Y/N smiled as Soobin walked over to her, lovingly placing a delicate kiss on her forehead as he wrapped his arms around her waist.

“All that blood on you is going to be so hard to wash off of your clothes, you know,” Y/N mumbled against his chest.

“I told you to use magic,” Soobin laughed, placing another peck on the crown of her head.

“Yeah, but I like washing your clothes. It makes me feel domestic. You know, like a regular wife at the house taking care of her husband and kids,” Y/N whined, making Soobin laugh.

“Taehyun? Our kid?”

“He practically is,” Y/N snorted as Soobin chuckled once more, leaning back down and kissing her lips. “but fine, I’ll use magic,”

“Good,” Soobin laughed, leaning his head on hers as he looked over at the setting sun.

Following suit, Y/N turned to the skies as well, head leaning on Soobin’s chest.

Her eyes locked into the horrified blue eyes of a mermaid perched on a nearby boulder.

She winked, holding a finger against her lips as she giggled and shushed.

The mermaid’s eyes widened—tears filling up as it dived back down to the sea.

“I love you, Y/N.”

She looked back up and smiled at him, cupping his face to place a delicate kiss on his lips as the day turned into night—and it was only her and him on a ghost ship, surrounded by their chaos as they kissed under the light of the stars.

One Year Later

The young king, Sungho, sighed as he took a stroll at the dead of night at his gardens.

He let his mind float—thinking about all his grievances and his shortcomings as the new king.

Truth be told, it wasn’t always supposed to be him.

There were three children in his family.

He was only the spare—the youngest.

He had an older brother, Junseo, who was set to marry whichever princess their parents chose and become the king of their land.

He also had an older sister, Y/N, who was supposed to get married to Prince Beomgyu and become the queen of his kingdom.

Sadly, his brother and sister disappeared—never to be found again.

On the search for his siblings, Prince Beomgyu found a princess he fell for and got married.

His sister lost her purpose for the family, and the searches stopped for her.

Secretly, he knew his parents still searched.

There were many princes she could still marry, and his brother was still the heir.

His parents inevitably called off the search for them, when they found Junseo’s dead corpse floating on a river near their kingdom. His sister was immediately presumed dead.

He was crowned king two days later.

Two statues were built in the gardens—one for his sister and one for his brother.

Sungho liked to sit there sometimes, and talk.

He liked to think his siblings listened to him.

After all, they always did—especially because their parents refused to.

Sometimes, he felt bitter that they left without him, in a world where he had no choice but to adhere to what the kingdom required.

After all, it was better to be dead and free than alive and bound.

The villagers talked—made their assumptions that their prince and princess were taken by the Pied Piper to die.

Peter Pan—the Pied Piper that took kids who felt lost with a simple tune of his flute.

He swore he could hear it sometimes.

Sungho sighed as he made his way to the gardens, stopping short as he saw two figures at the bench between Junseo and Y/N’s statues.

He saw a tall boy with black hair, hands wrapped around the waist of a girl on his lap as he kissed her passionately.

The girl on top of him wore a pretty white dress that almost sparkled in the moonlight.

Her hair flowed with the wind as he figure moved on top of him, groaning and whimpering as she enthusiastically replied to his kisses and ran her hands through his hair.

“Who are you, and what are you doing in my gardens?” Sungho said, trying his best to modulate his voice to sound authoritative.

The figures froze.

The boy pulled away, tilting his head and shooting a curious glance at the young king.

“So, this is Sungho?” He spoke, voice deep and alluring.

“H-How do you know my name?” Sungho gulped, taking a small step back. “And do not desecrate my siblings’ memorials!”

“You can’t exactly say that’s me, you know,” The girl hummed, still perched on the boy’s lap as she looked up at the statue. “They didn’t get my nose right.”

“W-What?” Sungho gasped, ears hearing the familiar voice he hasn’t heard of in a year.

The girl turned her head back, shooting him a small smile.

“Hi, Sungho. Remember me?”

Sungho gasped, tears welling in his eyes as the girl clambered off of the boy in the bench.

“Y/N?” He asked.

“Yep, one and only.” Y/N chirped, dusting off her dress. “Hi there.”

Sungho released a choked sob as he raced forward, hands tight around her as he embraced her.

“I thought you were dead!”

“I’m not,”

“You-You were supposed to be a—You were going to get married to a king and become a queen!” Sungho sobbed, pushing her back and inspecting her.

“In a way, I did,” Y/N hummed, looking back at the boy by the statues—smiling lovingly as the tall boy pocketed his hands with a soft smile.

Sungho looked over at the boy, furrowing his eyebrows.

The boy was decked out in royal garments—a white blouse, black pants and a black trench coat with silver detailing thrown over it.

His windswept black hair complimented his kind brown eyes, as he gazed at Y/N with a soft smile.

He looked so regal—Sungho himself wanted to cry, especially when his sister moved over to the boy to place a soft kiss on his lips.

The exact portrait of a king and a queen.

“Who’s this?” Sungho said.

“He’s mine.” Y/N smiled lovingly as she looked up at the tall man. “This is Soobin, my husband.”

“I haven’t heard of a prince—or a king—named Soobin.” Sungho mumbled.

“Because I’m not a king from this world,” Soobin laughed, arm wrapping around the girl and placing a delicate kiss on her hair. “but you might have heard about me.”

Sungho furrowed his eyebrows as Y/N tilted her head in amusement.

“Hey, Sungho,” Y/N started, eyes mischievous as she reached for Soobin’s hand. “Has anyone told you the story of Peter Pan?”

“Peter Pan?” Sungho frowned. “You-You’re—”

Soobin laughed, nodding as he raised his eyebrow and held his hand out to the king.

“What do you say I show you what it’s like to be free?”

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