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silassinclair · 1 year

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Michael's Girl PT. 1 \\ PolyLostBoys + Michael x Reader

Summary: Michael's girlfriend wishes to become a vampire too after learning how Michael was tricked into becoming one. So he takes her to see David and the other Lost Boys.

CW: Kind of a cliffhanger, Vampires, Crying (Left the summary pretty vague for you guys, this’ll be a multi part series <3)

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"So you're telling me that four guys who live in a cave fed you blood and turned you into a vampire?"

Michael rubbed a hand down his sweaty face, of course you wouldn't believe him. You're probably thinking this is some excuse for why he's been ghosting you lately.

Nodding Michael held your hand to his chest. "Yes yes that's exactly what happened. I would never lie to you okay! Yes I've been keeping the truth from you but that isn't exactly lying."

Giving him an open mouthed stare you slowly nod as if he were insane. "And you expect me to believe this... Why?"

Your boyfriend groans and throws his hands up in defeat letting your hand go. "God dammit! Just... Just believe me alright! Why would I lie to you about this? I'm in deep shit and I'm telling you because I care about you and I know you're worried about me and mad. You wanted an explanation so here it is."

Sighing in defeat you bite the inside of your cheek in thought. Looking back on it now Michael has been pretty... vampiric so to say. The sunglasses, angry demeanor, going out only at night and not eating as much. There was no way he'd go so far just to back up some silly lie/excuse.

"Can you prove it?" You ask with the quirk of your eyebrow. Michael ponders for a quick moment then smiles.

"Okay, but you gotta promise not to get scared alright?" He says and holds both your hands in his. Giving him a nod you give him a light upturn of your lips in reassurance.

"Of course, I could never be afraid of you."

Satisfied with your answer Michael shuts his eyes. Carefully you watch his features. Your eyes widen as you notice his eyebrows and face structure become sharper and more defined. Fangs poke through the gap of his lips. And when he opens his eyes you gasp in shock. Hs baby blue eyes are now a violent, predatory shade of yellow. A venomous color that screams danger. But you aren't afraid.

Your hand cradles Michael's vampiric face. "It's true... What you said. I'm sorry I doubted you love. I'm not afraid of you... So don't worry okay?"

Michaels vampire features morphed away back to his gentle human ones. Seeing a gentle smile grow on your boyfriend's face you can't help but smile too. He pulls you into a hug, his face in your neck. You feel him take a large intake of air.

"Thank you thank you thank you baby. Mmm my God I don't deserve you... also you smell pretty good." He mumbles into the soft flesh of your nape. Feeling a shiver go up your spine you gently caress his hair.

"If you ever feel hungry I wouldn't find if you took a bite Michael." You wink at him. But immediately the boy pulls himself away from you and looks at you with worried eyes.

"Baby don't say that.. You know I would never want to hurt you." The brunette's bottom lip juts out as he pouts, not liking the sound of him feeding off of you in the future.

"Well my boyfriend has to eat one way or another right? Can't let these guns shrink." A dopey smirk is plastered on your face as you squish his bicep muscles. Michael groans.

"Ugh stop."

Michael pulls you into his lap as he sits back on his bed. His Mom, grandpa, and Sam were all out right now so you and Michael had the place all to yourselves. You were lucky you got to convince your parents to let you go to California. Telling them you wanted to go to school there, and saying that living with Michael would cheapen things convinced them. But in reality you just wanted to get out of your home and move in with your boyfriend.

"So why did you wanna become a vampire? This means you can't go out into the sun right?" Worry laces your tone. You didn't understand why Michael would make such a brash decision, plus you two only recently arrived in Santa Carla.

Michael looks to be in thought. A frown pulls on his face as his hold around you tightens in the slightest, "I was sort of tricked. Those guys challenged me, taunted me, played me like a fucking fiddle. I was pretty stoned too which clouded my judgement. Then they hand me this bedazzled bottle of wine saying to drink it if I wanted to be like them. Sleep all day, party all nigh, never grow old-"

You felt anger build up in you, anger towards the men who dared trick Michael into falling into this curse. For using him when he was vulnerable, for cursing him with eternal life and him being doomed to watch you die one day.

"Pause." You cut in. "You're gonna be immortal now?" Your eyebrows furrow. "This means... This means we can't grow old together Michael. You can't go out in the sun with me or-or do anything like that. You're gonna watch me die." Your mood tanked so fast. Eyes welled up with tears as Michael shushed you and held your face to his chest.

"I know baby I know. But there's no way out of this now. Soon I'll be a full vampire and have to... I'll have to leave home. I'll have to run away and leave you, Mom, Sammy, Grandpa. I'll be a killer." Michael seems to have already accepted his fate, his curse of everlasting life on Earth. But you were in shambles. Unless...

"Michael."

He looks down at you and caresses your soft, tear stained cheek. "Yes beautiful?"

"Turn me into a vampire too."

The brunette jerks up in shock. His hands hold your elbows close to him as his eyes look into your own, all seriousness in his gaze. "Would you really do that? Just to be with me forever?"

You give him a firm nod. "I'm serious Michael. You're it for me, and I love you more than anything. I'll gladly love you forever if I may..." With the palm of your hand you wipe a tear that falls from your eye. Michael tilts your chin up with his index finger to look into your eyes once again.

"Y/n. You have to be absolutely sure about this. And I'm sure as hell that I want to be by your side forever. But I need to know if you really want to do this. You'll have to go into hiding, eat people, never go into the sun again."

His face forms into a look of despair, he's 100% sure you'll refuse now. "Do you really want to suffer with me?"

Instead of giving him a verbal answer you pull him in by his collar and kiss him on the lips. A groan of pleasure leaves his lips.

"I-I'll take that as a yes." He mutters as you continue your onslaught of affection, littering his neck with kisses. You draw back from him momentarily.

"Michael." You stop your affections and pull him up from his bed. "Take me to that cave. Where you said it all happened."

Your boyfriend nods and he leads you downstairs. Quickly slipping on your shoes you head outside with Michael where he mounts his bike. Like usual you sit behind him and wrap your arms around him securely.

"Because it's night they probably won't be at the cave. So we're gonna go to the boardwalk first alright?" He says as he revs his engine then zooms off down the driveway. Nodding, you rest your head against the back of his shoulder.

Under a streetlamp by the red painted seawall are four motor bikes. Standing by each bike is the owner of which. The night was still young but the four vampires settled for just chilling and talking by their bikes on the boardwalk.

"So as I was saying," Paul rambled on, "Movie sequels always suck ass because movie companies always wanna choke an extra buck out of the audience by using a great movie as their tool. Like take uhh... Jaws for example. The first movie was cool and original but because it was successful they think making more will make them more money. It does but like, they rush the production so much to the point that the movie sucks ass."

Dwayne looks at his brother like he's got no skin on. "Since when did you get so intellectual?"

Paul just shrugs and puts his arm around his taller brother. "I always have it in me, it's just that I'm not stoned today. Sober me is a different dude."

The tall brunette sighs. "Of course. How could I forget."

Marko meanwhile is playing with a rubric’s cube that some teenager dropped earlier and David smokes as he watches his curly haired brother try to solve the puzzle.

"Marko I don't think you have enough smarts in your pea brain to solve that." David says while blowing his smoke with a sly smirk. Marko only growls in frustration.

"Oh shuttup man! Great now I messed up, fuck you." Marko throws the cube onto the sandy beach behind him.

Today was slow. The boys were still well fed from yesterday's hunt and the fact that it was a weekday only made everything slower. No one on the boardwalk started a fight for the boys to jump in on. So the four of them are bored and left with nothing to do.

"This is boring." Paul says when he finishes with his movie rant that left Dwayne thinking.

"You can say that again Pauly." Marko groans but an imaginary lightbulb blinks on above his head. He sits up straight from his once slouched postion.

"I know what we can do! We can pay Michael a visit and annoy the shit out of him!"

David smirks, "Oh I like that. Well let's ride boys-"

The sound of a motor bike catches their enhanced hearing.

"Speak of the devil, there he is! I thought he'd never want to willingly see us again." Paul says with a wide grin. He waves to Michael but lowers his hand when he notices someone else on the back of his bike.

Michael pulls his bike up next to where the other four are parked. Kicking out his kickstand he gets off. He then offers his hand to you off your seat which you gently take.

David looks at Michael and then you.

“Who’s this supposed to be Michael?” David says. His expression is unreadable. The leader of the pack has always been by far the most mysterious of the four. And rather unpredictable too.

Michael puts hid arm around your waist and you lean into his side. You look at the four boys, no, men. Vampire men. They are all dressed wildly and you assume that influenced Michael into getting that earring. Not that you’re mad though, it’s pretty sexy actually.

“This is my girlfriend, Y/n.” You feel Michael kiss the top of your head. For a moment you forget that there are four dangerous vampires in front of you because of Michael’s peaceful presence. But the good feeling washes away when one of the vampires speak up.

“You’ve been hiding this hottie from us Michael? She the reason why you make up shitty excuses to head home sooner~?” A tall blonde taunts. The curly haired blonde next to him pats him on the back.

Michael stiffens. “Well as a matter of fact, yes.” He says firmly. “But there’s something else you guys have to know, we can’t talk about it here though.” Michael sends a look to the platinum blonde.

“Sure Michael. Let’s take this back to the cave yeah? Bring your little girlfriend with ya too, if she isn’t scared”

Unimpressed you fire back, “You four don’t scare me. If anything I thought you were all groupies for Rob Halford from Judas Priest.”

An eruption of laughter comes from the two blondes. The one brunette smiles while the leader just smirks.

“Yeah. She’s coming along, right Michael?” The way he says his name makes Michael shiver. Uncertainty washes over Michael. He looks to you and you two silently communicate. His eyes ask if you're absolutely sure about going through with this.

Your only response is a simple nod.

"Let's get going before it gets too bright out now yeah?" You say and get back on Michael's bike. The four vampires share a look, suspicion.

"Yeah. Let's." The platinum blonde smiles. "My name's David by the way. Just so you know what to scream later sweetness." David says and winks in your direction. Michael mounts his bike and says nothing.

All six of you drive away. David leading everyone to the location of the cave by Hudson’s Bluff.

#david the lost boys #paul the lost boys #marko the lost boys #dwayne the lost boys #the lost boys x reader #poly lost boys x reader #poly!lost boys x reader #michael emerson x reader #the lost boys 1987

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evanesdust · 6 months

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Have kids, they said. It’ll be fun, they said. ...or the one where Stiles and Derek's kids had no shame.

ONE

Potty training was a nightmare.

Stiles shook his head and sighed as he helped Eli out of his training pants. Ugh. Not only were they running late for dinner at his dad’s, but Derek had just tossed the last load of laundry in that morning too, finally catching them up from the mound of clothes that seemed to pile up ever since Eli decided he couldn’t wear an outfit for more than an hour.

Weren’t kids supposed to be adorable and not constantly creating chaos or leaving disasters in their wake?

Still, as frustrated as he was that Eli had yet another accident, Stiles knew he shouldn’t be too upset. Eli was only two and his accidents were getting few and far between. He was even making it through the night without wetting the bed now. A feat he was very proud of announcing every morning during breakfast. Stiles was pretty sure it was because Derek made such a show of how proud he was.

“It’s okay, kiddo,” Stiles told him, tipping Eli’s chin up so he was looking into his eyes. He put a smile on his face, not wanting Eli to think he was mad or disappointed in him. “Accidents happen.” And then, because Stiles wanted Eli to know that everyone made mistakes, that no one was perfect, he added, “There was one time when I got so into a video game, I pretty much peed my pants because I waited too long to go to the bathroom.”

Eli stared at him with wide eyes, as if he were trying to process the idea that his dad was once a kid like him, making similar mistakes. Shit. Who was Stiles kidding? Eli was two. His thought process was probably more like, Daddy peed himself, too? Stiles wasn’t about to tell Eli that he was damn near a teenager when it happened.

“A really silly thing to do, huh?” Stiles continued, his tone light and encouraging. “But that just goes to show, even daddies make mistakes. We just have to remember to learn from them and try to do better next time.”

Eli blinked at him a couple of times and then his small face broke into a grin that could rival Derek’s. Eli might have been a mini-Stiles, but there were times when all Stiles could see was Derek. And that smile was one of them.

“O-tay, Daddy,” Eli said, hugging Stiles as tightly as a two-year-old could.

Stiles couldn’t help but laugh, hugging him back and patting the top of his head gently. “Alright, but it’s time for a bath. And it’s gotta be quick because we’re heading over to Grandpa’s house for dinner.”

Eli lit up at that and finished undressing while Stiles got the bath ready.

Forty minutes later, they pulled up in front of his dad’s house. Stiles helped Eli out of the Jeep and then waved at Mrs. Wilson, one of his dad’s neighbors, who was working in her garden. She’d lived there for as long as Stiles could remember.

“Good to see you boys again. Visiting your dad for dinner?” she asked, holding a hand up to block the sun as she smiled at them. “No husband tonight?”

“Derek’s got a late shift,” Stiles told her, nearly falling when Eli pulled away from him to run over to her. Despite his age and tiny stature, he was strong. Not a surprise since he took after Derek in that respect. Damn werewolf genetics. He’d probably be an alpha, too.

Eli squinted as he squatted next to her, that ever-present curiosity etched all over his face as he watched her dig into the soil.

“I had an accident,” he told her, making Stiles chuckle. Not just because it was so funny how candid kids were, especially toddlers—seriously, they just had no shame. But because the way Eli said “accident” made it sound more like ass-ident. Before Stiles could correct him on the pronunciation, Eli continued, “But my daddy said it was o-tay. He has accidents too.”

Oh, Christ.

Stiles ran a hand down his face, wondering if this was part of that payback his dad always mentioned. It went something like, ’Enjoy the peace now because someday your kids will throw the stuff you did back in your face.’

“Well, isn’t that just a good thing to know,” Mrs. Wilson said, blinking and then laughing so hard she started to cough. Stiles was about to rush over, but she waved him off and composed herself.

“Oh, such honesty from such a small person.” She continued to laugh, patting Eli lightly on the head before sending him clambering back to Stiles.

Shaking his head, Stiles scooped up his tiny mischief-maker, who was giggling like a giddy gnome. The little tattle-tale. God, Derek was going to laugh his ass off when he got home from work tonight.

***

TWO

Stiles snorted as he walked into the bathroom. He couldn’t even be a little upset at all the water on the floor when Derek looked too damn funny sitting on the floor beside the tub, completely soaked from Eli’s splashing. Not a surprise considering their five-year-old somehow always left a disaster in his wake.

With one hand on his belly, Stiles stood in the doorway. The twins kicked under his palm, probably not appreciating his laughter since it jostled them around—and there wasn’t a whole lot of room left for movement since he was due in a few (hopefully) short weeks.

“Are you…laughing at me?” Derek asked as he stood, water dripping from his hair.

Stiles shook his head, eyes narrowed at the gleam in Derek’s eyes. It spoke of mischief and mayhem, and Stiles had a pretty good idea of what Derek was about to do.

“Uh uh. No way, don’t you even think about it,” he warned at Derek’s slow approach. But that didn’t seem to deter Derek, who stalked over, shaking his head like a wet dog. Each droplet that made its way toward Stiles had him laughing harder, his rounded belly bouncing with the effort. Eli’s laughter rang through the air, clearly finding this whole spectacle tremendously amusing.

Little traitor, Stiles thought fondly before turning his gaze back to Derek.

“I’ll get you for this,” he declared amidst fits of laughter, but Derek only grinned at him, his eyes soft with affection.

Eli continued giggling, his tiny hands clapping together with glee, utterly oblivious to the wet chaos happening around him. Or maybe because of the chaos since the bathroom, already half-flooded, had transformed into his own private water park.

Stiles gripped Derek’s arms, smiling up at him. “You’re cleaning this up, y'know.”

“Eli is. Aren’t you, bud?” Derek called out, never taking his eyes off Stiles before he kissed him on the tip of his nose. “He already knows he has to clean up the mess he made.”

“Something tells me this wasn’t just him…” Stiles said, narrowing his eyes, though there was no heat in his glare.

Derek gave him a megawatt smile, the kind reserved for Stiles and Stiles alone. “The little shit splashed me. I had to get payback.”

Stiles laughed again, tossing his head back. He slid his hands up to Derek’s shoulders, then to the back of his head, threading his fingers through Derek’s hair.

“I may have gone…overboard.” Derek’s words were muffled as he buried his face in the crook of Stiles’s neck, his breath warm, making Stiles shiver. Not just from the contrast of the cold water soaking through his shirt, but from the flood of arousal coursing through his veins at Derek’s proximity. A spark ignited in Stiles’s belly, warming him from the inside out despite the water that was steadily soaking into his shirt.

But now was not the time for that.

“Well, since you helped make the mess"—he gently tugged on Derek’s hair until Derek lifted his head—"you get to help your son clean up.”

Derek leaned in and nipped at his jaw. “Did I ever tell you that I like it when you’re bossy?”

Stiles would be offended if it weren’t for the teasing lilt of Derek’s voice or the playful smile on his stupidly handsome face. There was also the fact that Stiles was rendered speechless as Derek pulled away and yanked his shirt over his head. Stiles would never ever—ever—get used to the sight of a shirtless Derek Hale. Not even after nearly ten years together.

“Not. Fair,” he ground out, already forgetting whatever quip he’d been about to throw out.

Derek chuckled, the sound reverberating off the walls as he grabbed a couple of dirty towels from the laundry hamper. He tossed them on the floor, laying them out over the water. When Stiles stepped further into the room, Derek held a hand out, a silent offer to help him cross the slippery surface.

Accepting Derek’s hand, Stiles carefully walked over to the bathtub, sitting on the edge to watch Eli while Derek cleaned up.

“Take off your shirt,” Derek told him, reminding Stiles that it was wet now after Derek’s impromptu water attack. “I’ll get you a new one.”

Without hesitation, Stiles did as he was told, pulling the soaked garment over his head and tossing it in the direction of the hamper. “Now who’s the bossy one?”

“Still you.” Derek pressed a kiss to the top of his head before exiting the bathroom, leaving Stiles alone with Eli.

Eli, ever the fiendish five-year-old, was quick to dip his hands in the water once more and, with a mischievous glint in his eyes, flicked water at him. Stiles shook his head as a few rogue droplets struck against his bare chest.

“Nuh uh, no more water shenanigans,” he chided lightly, pointing a firm finger at Eli, who responded with an infectious, toothy grin, his head bobbing as he giggled. “Did Daddy already wash your hair?”

Eli nodded, scooping bubbles into his palm and scooting closer to Stiles. “Daddy, what are these?”

Before Stiles could ask what he meant, Eli stuck his little hands out, smacking his palms against Stiles’s slightly larger-than-normal chest and squeezing. Stiles yelped because one, it was cold, and two, his chest was more sensitive now that his milk was already coming in.

Stiles gently wrapped his fingers around Eli’s small wrists, pulling his far too curious child’s hands away. “Well, I’m an omega, and since I’m pregnant—”

“With Caleb and Clara!” Eli interrupted, always so excited to talk about his baby brother and sister.

“Yes, with Caleb and Clara,” Stiles continued. “Since I’m an omega, I’m able to produce milk, so I can feed them after they’re born.”

Eli nodded as if he knew exactly what Stiles was talking about. “Like a cow? We learned about them when we went to the farm.”

Christ. Stiles could already picture the hysterics Derek was bound to have when he heard about this. With a laugh, he ruffled Eli’s wet hair affectionately, listening to him talk about the field trip he’d gone on to one of the nearby farms. And just as he was imagining Derek’s comical response, the man himself walked back into the room, clean and dry, and holding fresh towels and a shirt for Stiles. Stiles took in the sight before him with an appreciative hum. Even after all their years together, the sight of Derek still gave him butterflies.

“I heard that,” Derek said, a half-exasperated, half-amused look on his face as he leaned down and tipped Stiles’s chin up, giving him a sweet kiss. “And don’t worry, I’d still love you even if you started bellowing.”

Stiles snorted at that, taking his shirt from Derek. “Wow. You really know how to charm a guy, don’t you, Hale?”

Derek’s only response was a quick wink before he turned back toward Eli and his bath. “Alright. Bath time is over. Time for bed.”

As Eli opened his mouth, no doubt ready to start negotiations for ’just five more minutes, please,’ Stiles pulled the fresh shirt over his head, still laughing over the entire interaction.

***

THREE

A warm breath tickled the back of Stiles’s neck and he inhaled sharply, letting out a quiet moan as the scent of freshly made waffles wafted through the room. His eyes fluttered open, adjusting to the light seeping in through the bedroom curtains, painting the room in hues of golden yellow.

The bed dipped and he turned, blinking up at his smiling husband.

“Morning, sleepyhead,” Derek whispered before leaning down and stealing a sweet kiss.

Stiles sighed, bringing a hand up and carding it through Derek’s hair. It was so soft, and he loved running his fingers through it.

“What time is it?” he asked, his voice thick with sleep. He drew his hand back and sat up, shivering slightly when the sheets pooled at his waist, exposing his bare torso. “Where are the kids?”

Even if they let him sleep in, they’d still be the ones to run in and wake him. Usually by jumping all over the bed—and him.

Derek set a tray filled with plates of food on his lap. “It’s almost noon. Laura picked them up this morning.”

Stiles frowned in confusion. Almost noon? Damn. He must have been more tired than he realized after getting home from work last night. Then again, he’d done back-to-back doubles to help cover some shifts, since a couple of the deputies were out on medical leave.

“She did?” As far as Stiles knew, they didn’t have any plans with her. However, she was also the ’fun aunt’ and prone to unexpected visits.

“Yeah. She said she was giving us the day and was taking the kids to some park or another,” Derek clarified before chuckling.

Stiles nodded absentmindedly, his eyes straying away from Derek to survey the breakfast banquet laid out before him. Belgian waffles with whipped cream and strawberries, bacon, and eggs.

“With Caleb and Clara?” he asked.

They were only three but somehow still in their terrible twos. It was brave of her to volunteer to take them, Stiles thought. Dealing with their twin tornadoes single-handedly was no simple feat. Hell, Eli wasn’t that much better at times, though he was only seven.

“Yeah,” Derek nodded, rubbing Stiles’s back. “But the rest of the pack were meeting her there. Plus, she packed up all their favorite toys and snacks. Even their nap mats. They’ll be fine.”

Stiles relaxed at that. He felt better knowing the others would be there to help Laura, especially when the twins were in their most energetic moods.

“I hope she knows what she’s getting into,” he mumbled around a forkful of eggs. “Pack or no pack.”

Derek chuckled again, pulling Stiles closer and snagging a piece of bacon. “I’m sure she’ll manage. Now eat.”

Savoring the peaceful moment, Stiles dug into the breakfast Derek made. The waffles were fluffy and sweet, inviting him to take another bite.

It wasn’t long before all the food was gone and Derek got up to put the tray on the dresser. He was shirtless, his back muscles rippling in the sunlight that poured in through the windows.

Stiles watched in silent appreciation. Okay, maybe not so silent because a little moan slipped out when Derek turned. His sweatpants were thin. So thin that Stiles could tell he wasn’t wearing anything under them by the impressive outline of Derek’s dick as it hung against his thigh.

And just like that Stiles’s boxers were damp with slick.

Derek’s eyes flashed crimson, nose flaring as he inhaled. A quiet growl slipped out, making Stiles shiver the way it always did.

“Derek,” Stiles said in an inviting whisper, sliding down until he was lying flat on his back on the bed, legs spread wide. The cool sheets against his warm skin sent another shiver through him.

Derek was there in an instant, pinning him to the mattress with a playful growl. His weight was a welcome heat as his large hands roamed over Stiles’s chest. Soft kisses followed the trail, igniting a heat within him that only Derek could kindle.

Stiles gasped and arched his back, wanting more—relentless desire bubbling up inside him, his breath hitching.

“God, Derek.” Stiles whimpered when Derek latched onto one of his nipples, his teeth grazing the sensitive nub teasingly. Stiles’s heart pounded in his chest as excited anticipation washed over him, and he surged upward in response, grabbing at Derek and pressing their lips together hungrily.

Their tongues collided, exploring each other in a dance as familiar as the beat of their hearts. Derek pulled back momentarily, his gaze filled with warmth and desire.

Stiles slid a hand down Derek’s chest to his stomach, fingers scratching through the coarse hair there before reaching the waistband of Derek’s sweatpants. The sight of Derek’s dilated pupils and the feel of his fast-beating heart against his chest had Stiles grinning like a fool. His heart flipped with anticipation as he dipped his fingers beneath the waistband, wrapping his hand around Derek’s dick. It was hot and silky smooth. Rock hard.

Derek shuddered under his touch.

“God, Stiles,” Derek groaned, his voice roughened by desire. He rolled his hips into Stiles’s touch, nuzzling against his cheek as he continued to murmur breathy praises. Every whisper whetted Stiles’s deepening delight, coaxing him further into the delightful haze settling around them.

“Derek,” Stiles breathed out, his hand working a steady rhythm as he absorbed Derek’s reactions. His heart pounded in sync with the thrum of desire coursing through him.

Derek’s hands were everywhere—gripping his hips, tracing his ribs, raking fingers down his flanks.

Derek kissed him again. Deeply, heatedly. His hand drifted over Stiles’s chest, down to his stomach, and then even lower to brush against the sticky dampness in his boxers. A sharp intake of breath followed, and Stiles’s hips bucked up into Derek’s hand.

“Derek!” Stiles yelped, his fingers tightening around Derek’s dick. The sudden movement earned a ragged moan from Derek.

“I’ve got you,” Derek murmured, nipping at Stiles’s jaw and thrusting into his fist. “Let me take care of you.”

The onslaught of sensations had Stiles moaning loudly, but he didn’t care about the noise. Derek didn’t either, Stiles knew that. He knew that it only spurred Derek on. The world outside didn’t exist when they were lost in the thrill of each other.

Then Derek worked his way down Stiles’s body, leaving a trail of feverish kisses in his wake. When he finally reached the waistband of Stiles’s boxers, he glanced up at Stiles, a devastatingly handsome smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.

So unfair.

Stiles responded by biting his lower lip, his cheeks heating from how much he wanted Derek’s mouth on his cock. How much he wanted Derek’s tongue on his slick hole.

By the primal and feral look in his eyes, Derek seemed to understand, catching the hint as he slid fingers under the band of Stiles’s boxers and pulled them down. Even in the midst of pleasure, his actions were careful and delicate, a testament to his love and reverence for Stiles.

Once he was naked, Derek began taking him apart, his tongue expertly teasing and tasting. Slowly and sweetly. His scruffy jaw scraped Stiles’s thighs, and it was sensory overload, leaving Stiles a moaning mess beneath him, his pleas and gasps echoing around the room. It was as if Derek was everywhere, all at once, his hands gripping Stiles at the same time his mouth consumed him, drawing out cries that filled the air. Stiles couldn’t hold back any longer; not when Derek ate him out like he was starving for him. Not when Derek thrust two fingers into him, curling and flexing them as he sucked Stiles’s cock in a way that made his toes curl.

Stiles was reduced to gasping whimpers as Derek worked his fingers inside him. Torturing him in the best of ways until every nerve in his body sang and the only words left in his vocabulary were please and fuck.

Derek looked up at him through hooded eyes, and with the way he was kneeling, Stiles could see his cock straining against the confines of his sweatpants. It was decadently sinful.

“Derek, please.” Stiles wasn’t sure what he was begging for. He tangled his fingers in Derek’s hair, urging him on. Wanting more.

More of his mouth.

More of his fingers.

His cock.

“Yes.” Derek’s voice was rough, filled with desire. His movements paused for a second as he swiftly removed his sweatpants, leaving him as exposed as Stiles was. The sight of him was breathtaking, all muscle and skin. And pure raw power. His eyes were a darkened crimson, a sign of how turned on he was.

Stiles watched with anticipation as Derek settled between his spread legs. He wrapped his hand around his cock, giving it a few good strokes.

“Stiles,” Derek’s voice was a low growl as he positioned himself at Stiles’s slick hole.

An expectant silence fell between them as they both caught their breaths, eyes locked, sharing an intimate stare that spoke volumes of the unbridled love between them.

“Ready?” Derek asked. His voice was barely above a whisper, a tender lilt tinging the last syllable.

Stiles nodded, his lips slowly turning into a smile as he looped his arms and legs around Derek, pulling him closer. Needing to feel all of him.

The moment Derek bottomed out, a shared moan escaped them, the sound echoing around the room, mixed with the soft rustling of the sheets. God, Derek felt so good. Filled him up so perfectly. And when Derek rolled his hips, Stiles matched the rhythm to a beat primal in nature as Derek’s heart pounded against his own—their pulses drumming an unraveling symphony. Pleasure wrapped around Stiles like a living, breathing entity.

Taunting him.

Teasing him.

Luring him into the abyss.

“Oh f-fuck,” Stiles stuttered, his fingers digging into the small of Derek’s back in an attempt to bring him closer, to feel more of him, even though there wasn’t a molecule of space between them.

Derek wrapped his arms underneath Stiles, holding him tightly as he thrust into him. It was hard enough that Stiles gasped, but Derek swallowed the sound, capturing Stiles’s lips in a searing kiss, rocking into him and setting a leisurely pace that was all about pleasure, not urgency.

“Good?” Derek asked after a few minutes, his voice husky and strained. Stiles knew he was holding back, prolonging the moment. Making it last since this was something they didn’t get to experience much anymore outside of Stiles’s heat and Derek’s rut.

“So good,” Stiles breathed out, his eyes rolling back in ecstasy. Derek kept up the rhythm, matching Stiles’s breaths, pleasuring him in a way that was both new and achingly familiar. The room filled with the sweet and intoxicating scent of Derek and them. It was all Stiles needed. All he wanted.

Their pace fastened gradually, turning more desperate. More urgent. Escalating the euphoria coursing through Stiles. Derek held Stiles’s thighs, lifting his hips to meet his every thrust. Stiles gripped his cock, stroking himself, and the oncoming climax was inevitable. He welcomed it with open arms, letting it pull him under its exhilarating tide—his release spilling hot and sticky between them.

It only intensified when Derek’s knot swelled, filling him in the most delicious way. Especially when Derek’s thrusts grew erratic as he chased his own pleasure.

“Stiles. StilesStilesStiles,” Derek groaned, as if Stiles’s name was all he could say, all he could think about as the pleasure built up, threatening to break him apart.

And then it did. Every muscle in Derek’s body went rigid, his grip tightening around Stiles as he emptied himself into Stiles with a roar that shook their room before biting down on Stiles’s mating bite.

Stiles gasped at the bright sting of pain that quickly flooded into an overwhelming wave of euphoria as he tumbled into the abyss with Derek, another orgasm ripping through him that had him shuddering. That had his vision blurring, ears filled with only Derek’s rough growls and the pounding of his own heart.

He clung to Derek as he rode out the waves of pleasure.

Minutes passed, or maybe it was hours. Time held no meaning as exquisite fatigue washed over him until he emerged from his orgasmic trance, still trembling from the aftershocks.

Derek was somehow both gentle and steadfast, his large hands soothing and grounding him as he traced delicate patterns across Stiles’s skin, quiet in the wake of their shared pleasure.

“You back with me?” Derek asked, his voice barely audible but filled with a teasing hint of relief and satisfaction. His hands caressed Stiles’s sides, a calming and relaxing touch. His whole body enveloped Stiles. Muscular and masculine. Strength and warmth. Comfort.

Stiles found the strength to nod, a gentle murmur escaping his lips. “Mmm… Always with you.”

Derek’s chest rumbled with a pleased purr as he nosed at Stiles’s throat, planting languid kisses there.

“Tired,” Stiles mumbled into Derek’s shoulder, drowsiness creeping up on him, heightened by the post-coital relaxation flooding his system.

Derek wrapped his arms around Stiles as he nosed against his hair before pressing a kiss to his forehead. “You can sleep. I’ll clean us up when my knot goes d—”

The sound of minions giggling interrupted him, announcing Derek had a phone call. The ringtone never failed to make Stiles laugh, though Derek grumbled and let out a groan of dissent, pressing his nose deeper into Stiles’s hair, inhaling deeply.

“Worse damn timing,” he muttered, not moving to answer the call.

Stiles rubbed his back, chuckling as he fought sleep. “You should check that.”

Just in case it was Laura since she had the kids.

Derek grumbled again as he propped himself up on one elbow to reach for his phone on the nightstand, careful of his knot. It tugged deliciously on Stiles’s rim, but he bit back his moan as Derek answered the call.

“Hey. Everything alright?” Derek asked before mouthing, ’Laura,’ so Stiles knew who it was.

He couldn’t hear her response, but after a minute, Derek snorted. In fact, his whole body shook with laughter, making Stiles moan as Derek’s knot tugged at his rim again.

Laura must have heard it because Derek rolled his eyes. “You’re the one who called after taking the kids to—and I quote—’give you some time alone’. You even winked.”

Whatever she said made Derek shake his head. He fumbled with the phone and said, “Hold on. I’m going to put you on speaker.”

“You’re lucky you’re my favorite brother…” Laura’s voice came through the phone’s speaker. “I say again, I can’t believe you answered the phone while you’re knotted.”

“He’s your only brother,” Stiles pointed out. “And of course, we’re going to answer. You have our kids. It could have been an emergency.”

“Not an emergency, no. But definitely something that needs to be addressed!” Laura’s voice came through the phone’s speaker. “And it’s not funny, Derek! I thought he was potty trained!”

“Uh…does someone wanna fill me in?” Stiles was a bit lost. And very confused. “Everyone’s potty trained…?”

“Sure,” Laura said, sounding perfectly unamused. “Caleb probably was until he decided to relieve himself when we sat down for a snack. Just dropped his pants and peed against the closest tree!”

Stiles couldn’t hide his laugh as he imagined the scene: Laura standing there in shocked horror as Caleb peed liberally on a tree with a satisfied expression on his face.

This was definitely an ’I told you so’ moment. More for Derek—and Isaac—since they’d insisted on showing the boys they could just pee on a tree when they were outside. Though they’d obviously meant at home or in the preserve, and not, as Caleb had interpreted it, whenever and wherever the mood struck him. Unfortunately, that valuable/awful lesson seemed to have stuck.

“That’s…awww man. Sorry about that, Laura,” Stiles managed to say, trying to stifle his laughter now. “But technically that shows he’s potty trained. It wasn’t like he peed in his pants.”

Besides, the twins were still in training pants, so even if Caleb had had an accident, it wouldn’t have been too bad.

“Yeah, it's real hilarious,” Laura continued, sarcasm dripping from every word. “He could have asked one of us to take him to the bathroom! And that’s not even taking into account that Clara tries to hug every bystander within a four-foot radius. I know we’re werewolves, but we’re also trying to maintain some semblance of normalcy. Werewolf or not, strangers don’t appreciate being hugged by a child they don’t know. Especially when the child also happens to be unusually strong and fast for their age.”

Stiles chuckled again, picturing Clara’s warm, enthusiastic hugs throwing unsuspecting passersby off balance. It was so like her to befriend the world, but he could understand Laura’s frustration.

“Understood, Laura,” Stiles said, pressing his palm flat against Derek’s chest, fingers splayed wide over his heart. “We’ll talk to them, see if we can work on the…social boundaries a bit.”

“’Social boundaries.’ Yeah, I like that. And Derek, you can make sure to explain it to the rest of the pack as well. Erica couldn’t stop laughing and Isaac scored him as if this were America’s Got Talent or some shit. And then he high-fived him. High. Fived. Him,” Laura sighed, a half-laugh hiding in her tone. “Honestly, Boyd’s been my only ally.”

Stiles couldn’t help but laugh at that, knowing full well how everyone was with the kids. “What was the score?”

“Not the point, Stiles,” she chided through the line, but then heard Isaac call out, “Eight out of ten!”

This time Derek laughed, taking the phone off speaker. “We’ll talk to them. All of them. Besides that, how are the kids?”

“Does she wanna bring them home?” Stiles interrupted. He was torn. As much as he loved alone time with Derek, he was always a little antsy when the kids weren’t there.

Derek smiled down at him but shook his head. “Alright. We’ll see you later then. And thanks again.”

He ended the call and placed the phone back on the nightstand. His fingertips left trails of fire as they ghosted over Stiles’s still-sensitive skin. Derek nipped lightly at Stiles’s earlobe, an affectionate gesture that drew forth a soft, contented hum from Stiles.

“They’re having a great time.” Derek’s voice rumbled hot against his skin, each word a soothing caress. “Laura’s got it all under control. We have the house to ourselves for the whole day.”

“Mmm… Sounds like heaven,” Stiles admitted, his voice going husky. He definitely wasn’t tired anymore as Derek ground against him. “God, that feels so good.”

“Yeah?” Derek murmured in response, tenderly kissing his neck. His breath was hot against Stiles’s skin, causing goosebumps to prickle.

“Always,” Stiles affirmed, dragging his hands down Derek’s back, his breath hitching as Derek shifted just right, sending waves of pleasure spiraling through his still-sensitized body. With a lazy smile, he murmured, “I love you.”

“I love you too,” Derek echoed, his comforting presence wrapping around Stiles like a warm blanket. His fingers trailed over Stiles, exploring every curve and dip of his body.

Stiles surrendered to the intoxicating allure of Derek’s touch, content in this moment of stolen tranquility—leaving the phone call and related mishap with the kids to become an amusing memory that fell into the pile of their shared experiences. For now, it was just them, skin on skin and breath on breath.

***

FOUR

“How many pounds should we get?” Stiles called out while staring at the cooler filled with turkeys. It was their year to host Thanksgiving dinner, so he needed to make sure they’d have enough food to feed an army. Which was why they were now at the grocery store. “Actually, it’s more like, how many turkeys should we get?”

If he did the math, at one and a half pounds per person—who was he kidding, these were werewolves, they’d need at least double that—they would have to get at least eighty pounds worth of meat.

“Mom said she was making two,” Derek said, coming up behind him and kissing his shoulder. “One in the oven and the other in the Nesco. If we can find a couple that are at least twenty-five pounds, that should be good.”

Stiles nodded absentmindedly, still doing the math in his head. He was distantly aware of Derek talking to the kids and then Derek kissed his shoulder again, drawing his attention.

“Hmm?” He turned his head, looking at Derek quizzically. “What’s up?”

Derek jerked his head to the side, toward the kids. Eli was playing I Spy with Caleb while Clara was shifting from side to side, which meant—

“I’m going to take her to the bathroom,” Derek told him. Clara was only four; far too young to go by herself. “I’ll be right back.”

“Actually, I’ll take her,” Stiles said since he needed the bathroom, anyway. “Unless you needed to go.”

Derek shook his head and then held his hand out for the shopping list. “I’ll work on the list while you take her.”

Stiles handed it over before taking Clara’s hand and leading her toward the restroom. He was halfway there when his phone vibrated in his pocket. When he fished it out, Lydia’s name lit the screen. Juggling the phone and Clara’s hand, he managed to swipe the call to answer it.

“Hey, what’s up?” he asked, navigating the rest of the way to the restrooms.

Lydia huffed in a way that said she was having A Day™. “I just need to vent…”

“FYI, I’m taking Clara to the bathroom, but I’m listening,” Stiles told her before she launched into a rant about work. When they got to the front, the family restroom was closed for cleaning, so he nudged the men’s restroom door open with his shoulder and walked Clara inside, opening the door to the first free stall and gesturing for her to go.

While she was using the bathroom, he muted himself and used the urinal then washed and dried his hands, nodding along as Lydia complained about her latest project at work.

Soon, Clara was done, stepping up beside him and trying to reach the soap dispenser with a little ’oof’. Stiles hoisted her up so she could reach, pumping a dollop of soap into her small hands. The foam bubbles brought a grin to her face as she scrubbed her hands.

The restroom door opened, and an older gentleman walked in, quickly making his way into the far stall. It was quiet for a moment, except for the sound of running water as Clara rinsed her hands. And then there was the unmistakable sound of a loud fart as the man in the stall passed gas.

Stiles closed his eyes and braced himself, almost as if he knew what was about to happen before Clara even opened her mouth. And sure enough, half a second later, her little voice called out, “And what do we say when we toot?”

Oh, for fuck’s sake.

Stiles pinched the bridge of his nose and opened his mouth to calmly remind her that this wasn’t home and the man was a stranger, but before he could even get a word out, the man sheepishly responded, “Excuse me. My apologies.”

Stiles barked out a laugh, even as he was mortified.

“I’m so sorry!” he called out, placing his hand on Clara’s shoulder, urging her out of the restroom with a quick, “Let’s go, honey.”

He pressed the button unmuting himself for Lydia again and said, “Oh my God, Lydia, I need to go, but I’ll call you back in a few.”

“Is everything okay?” she asked, her voice laced with concern.

“Yeah. Everything’s fine,” he reassured her quickly, before adding, “Just working on those…social boundaries still. I’ll tell you about it later.”

Lydia burst out laughing on the other end of the call. “Well, I cannot wait to hear this. Talk to you later.”

“Okay,” Stiles huffed a laugh. “Yeah, later.”

With that, he hung up, glancing down at Clara who was looking up at him with an innocent expression, as though she hadn’t just embarrassed a stranger in the restroom. The poor man had probably gone in there to pass gas in peace and wasn’t expecting to get chastised by a toddler.

“You’re not in trouble, but do you remember we talked about how to act around strangers, honey?” Stiles asked, smiling down at her.

Clara nodded her head seriously. “Mmhmm…but Daddy always says we should say ”scuse me’ when we toot.“

Stiles couldn’t hold back his laugh.

"Yes, he does, sweetheart, but it’s a little different when it’s strangers,” he explained, taking her hand. “At home, it’s always okay to remind us to use our manners because we’re family. But sometimes, strangers might feel embarrassed. How about we try not to point it out loudly next time, okay?”

“Okay…” Clara muttered, sounding a little unsure, but she gave him a shy smile and a nod.

Stiles glanced around as they walked down the aisle, looking for Derek and the boys. He spotted them in the freezer section by the frozen pies, where they seemed to be engaged in a deep discussion with them about which pies to choose.

He couldn’t help the chuckle that escaped at the sight. “Yeah, we’re not buying frozen pie for Thanksgiving.”

“We’re just looking.” Derek looked relieved to see them. His gaze shifted from Stiles to Clara. “Everything okay?”

Stiles snorted, thinking about their little chat regarding social etiquette. “I’ll tell you about it at home.”

Right now, he just wanted to get the shopping trip over with and hope they didn’t run into the man from the restroom. Derek gave him a curious look but nodded. “Alright.”

He turned back to the boys who were now engaged in a mini-war over which pie was superior—Eli standing firmly on team Pumpkin Pie while Caleb rooted for Apple Pie.

Stiles and Clara joined them, Clara slipping from his grip to pull on Caleb’s shirt, forcing him to pay attention to her.

Derek slid his arm around Stiles’s waist, pulling him close. “Did you want to weigh in on the great Pie debate?”

Shaking his head, a smile played on Stiles’s lips as he watched his family, a laugh escaping his lips.

“I’ll take either, I don’t even really like pie,” he admitted, earning him a shared look of disbelief from Caleb and Eli.

“Never mind, no voting for Dad!” Eli shouted, arms flapping with the exaggerated indignation only a nine-year-old could muster, causing more laughter among the group.

“I like apple pie, like Caleb!” Clara declared, her eyes bright. Her support seemed to swerve the tide in Caleb’s favor.

Caleb flashed a triumphant grin at Eli, who grumpily crossed his arms, not accepting the defeat lightly. But the defeated look on his face didn’t last long as Clara ran up to him, pulling his arm to show him something she found interesting.

As Stiles watched his family, the restroom incident faded into the back of Stiles’s mind. Their chorus of laughter rang out in the quiet warehouse, creating a wholesome symphony he wouldn’t exchange for the world.

***

FIVE

“Should we just pick up dinner on the way home?” Stiles asked as they waited for the final bell to ring. They had the twins’ parent-teacher conference right after school and had gotten there fifteen minutes ago to park since the pickup line could be a nightmare. It was never really a line and people just parked wherever, taking up all the good parking spots. Or, even better, making their own spaces.

Derek hooked his chin over Stiles’s shoulder, holding him from behind. “That sounds good. What should we get?”

Before Stiles could respond, the bell rang.

Derek took his hand, tugging him gently as they walked through the mass of children exiting the building. They headed straight for the kindergarten classroom since Eli always went there anyway to pick up Caleb and Clara before walking out together. It didn’t surprise Stiles to find him already there when they arrived. His classroom might have been on the other side of the building in the fifth-grade hall, but Stiles had no doubt that he’d ignored any and all warnings from teachers about running in the halls as he raced to his siblings.

Sure, they fought and bickered like any other siblings, especially when either of the twins tried to claim his toys, but they were also protective and caring toward one another.

“I beat you!” Eli proclaimed when they walked in.

Stiles gave him a high five as Clara and Caleb ran over, first hugging Derek and then him.

“Why don’t you guys keep playing while we talk to your teacher, okay?” Derek said, gesturing to the blocks on the floor.

Stiles nodded. “Just remember that you’ll need to clean up whatever mess you make, okay?”

The twins nodded enthusiastically before dragging Eli to the mat and pulling him down to sit.

Their teacher, Ms. Bowen stood and gestured for them to sit at the small table next to her desk. “Thank you both for coming in. It’s good to see you again.”

Stiles looked at the child-sized chairs warily before slowly lowering himself onto one. Somehow he always forgot how comically small these seats were designed. Derek took the other chair, managing to make himself look at ease despite the comical mismatch between his large frame and the tiny furniture.

Ms. Bowen took the spot across from them and opened the folder that was in front of her. This might have been the first set of conferences for the school year, but Stiles knew the routine from Eli’s conferences over previous years. Ms. Bowen would detail Caleb and Clara’s academic progress, any classroom behavior concerns, and discuss their social interactions.

And she did.

Ms. Bowen began with Clara, noting her outstanding progress in reading for her age range and her gentle, nurturing dynamic during group tasks. Caleb’s remarkable math skills and enthusiastic class participation were recognized next. It was apparent that both of them were thriving, and flyaway comments about their mannerisms and childhood quirks made Stiles smile. Like Clara’s fondness for mismatched socks and Caleb’s conviction that capes made him run faster.

“Derek, Stiles,” Ms. Bowen began after finishing her report, “Do you have any particular areas of concern, or questions, regarding Clara and Caleb’s progress so far?”

Stiles looked at Derek, who was running a finger along his stubble in thought. He seemed about to speak when the kids burst into giggles on the floor, momentarily distracting them both.

“Nothing comes to mind right now. They’re doing so great, and we’re very proud of them.” Derek finally responded, his gaze shifting back to Ms. Bowen. “But if anything arises, we know you’re just a call away.”

Stiles nodded in agreement. The teachers here have always been forthcoming and supportive; it was comforting knowing their door was open for any potential concerns.

“Ms. Bowen, can I show them my drawing from yesterday?” Caleb bounced over with a bright smile on his face.

Clara tossed her blocks to the side and ran over right behind him. “I wanna show them mine too!”

“Of course.” Ms. Bowen chuckled, sliding the folder to Stiles and Derek as Caleb and Clara went to their desks. “Alright, this is for you to take h—oh my!”

Stiles followed her gaze, eyes widening when he saw the picture Caleb held up. On it were several—well, Stiles wasn’t exactly sure what they were supposed to be but the drawings sure looked like dicks. A variety of them and in all different sizes. He snorted, immediately covering it with a cough because while he could be immature at times, he knew it probably wasn’t appropriate right now.

Probably.

“Well, that's—” Derek reached out, taking the picture from Caleb and placing it on the table. He cleared his throat and Stiles could tell he was a little flustered—an odd sight to see on the usually stoic alpha werewolf. Then again, it wasn’t every day their kid shoved a drawing of dicks in his face.

Stiles broke the awkward silence, leaning forward, elbows on the table. “So, uh, what are we looking at here, kiddo?”

“It’s me!” Caleb proclaimed proudly.

Derek let out a strangled noise. Stiles, on the other hand, couldn’t hide his laughter.

“You drew yourself, huh?” he asked, fighting to keep his voice steady.

Caleb nodded proudly, his smile so wide it threatened to split his face. “Ms. Bowen said we could draw whatever we wanted. So I drawed myself!”

“Yourself?” Derek bit his lip as he apparently tried to reconcile that with the image on the page.

“Yeah! Look, that’s me when I was a baby. And then when I was one and two and three and four and five,” Caleb said, pointing at each of the strangely shaped figures. “Like I am now!”

Stiles looked at the drawing again and tried very hard not to laugh (again).

“Oh, I see it,” he said, managing to keep a semblance of a straight face. “Those are great drawings, kiddo.”

Clara was next, eagerly shoving her drawing towards them. It wasn’t any discernible shape or object. Instead, it was a burst of colorful scribbles and dots that filled the page to the brim.

“And I drew a rainbow!” she chirped, beaming at them. “Do you like it?”

“We love it,” Stiles assured, taking her picture and holding it next to Caleb’s. “Both of these will be going up on our fridge.”

The twins bounced in delight at the news, and Ms. Bowen wore an amused smile. The meeting soon ended, and they gave their goodbyes as Stiles gathered their drawings before walking out with Derek, Eli, and the twins.

On the way back to their car, Stiles couldn’t help but glance at Caleb’s comical depiction of himself, a chuckle escaping his lips.

Derek shook his head, letting out a good-natured sigh. “Honestly, only our kids could turn a parent-teacher conference into a comedy show.”

Stiles shot him a grin, wrapping an arm around his husband’s waist. “And that’s why we love them.”

As they reached the car, Stiles looked at the kids, their faces glowing with happiness and pride, and realized how perfectly ordinary this moment was—and how extraordinarily lucky he was to have this.

#sterek #sterek fanart #stiles stilinski #derek hale #eli hale #eli stilinski hale #original stilinski hale children #holy shit i wrote something #holy shit i made something

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nerdyqueerandjewish · 8 months

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Jewish question, if you have musings or advice. Have you ever dealt with secular Jews who dissect people about Jewishness? I've followed your blog through jumblr for a long time and in the last year I've experienced this problem, where someone started a rumor in the community that I was "pretending to be Jewish" because they found out I have Catholic family- from other people, because I am very upfront about my life when asked. But they never asked, and seemed touchy or angry about religion so I wasn't going to bring it up out of context. It felt like they were trying to pick apart my life and identity via strings of rumors. I spoke to a couple rabbis and they said I don't owe people shit if they are not part of my life in a close way. But I also don't want to misrepresent myself or past. I know I don't owe people shit, but just wondering if anyone else on jumblr has dealt with this kind of thing. Either from an interfaith or convert or both perspective. For what it's worth this person also didn't seem to trust my word about other parts of my life (my family's experiences with drug abuse and death) because I seemed to chipper or happy to have known that kind of trauma (which felt gross in a different way). On the note of Jewishness, I've never encountered that attitude in progressive religious Jewish spaces, that are pretty accepting of complex family dynamics and interfaith. Even modern Orthodox spaces have been welcoming when I disclose my family details. I'm wondering if you've encountered this, and any thoughts you might have. I'm asking others too, but part of asking your blog is knowing you have spoken openly about conversion.

Ugh I’m sorry that you’ve experienced that, the starting a rumor thing really sucks. Haven’t had anything like that happen but I’ve had one-off weird interactions. I remember talking about name origins with someone and my mom’s maiden name came up which is very German and they took that to mean that I wasn’t “really jewish” and that my family somehow had nazi connections or something. Which like 1) lots of jews have “German” last names 2) the vast majority German families in my geographic area were here well before the rise of the Nazi party 3) my grandpa, who passed on the name to my mom, is literally adopted and is Irish anyway. 4) even if what they were thinking was true, like, it’s not some random person’s place to grill me about it (and wouldn’t it be just a delicious fuck you to the nazis to have their grandchildren / great grandchildren happily become jewish?)

Like I get they were coming from a place of trauma but it was still just… not good.

I believe the majority of non-religious Jews are supportive or at least neutral towards conversion, but there are some who have hang-ups about it. I try to remember it’s a “them” thing and not a “me” thing. If they primarily relate to being Jewish as only an ethnic background and family history, my existence challenges that idea, and people respond in sometimes weird ways to having their frame of reference challenged. I think these scenarios also stand out because we are mostly expecting rejection of Jewishness to be on religious grounds, and also it can be difficult to deal with because it’s not like you can be like “wow lashon hara huh :/“ if they don’t care about that sort of thing.

#not that all non religious Jews don’t care about that sort of thing #but if someone is cool with being a dick they probably don’t care is what I mean lol #oops forgot to actually publish this one and it was just in my drafts

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dean-winchester-is-a-warrior · 2 years

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Phew! What an episode!! Many, many, major spoilers below for The Boys S3 E6, Herogasm.

Okay... where to start with this episode. Let's start with the title event - Herogasm. How depraved do I sound if I say, it wasn't actually that depraved? Lol! I think I was just expecting something crazier? Is that crazy?! Lol!! Maybe I've simply read and written too much smut? 😂

Don't get me wrong, there were some crazy ass moments. Annie telling Love Sausage how good MM was at "cunnalingus". 😆

Annie: Yeah, he just gobbles that vagina right up! Just nom, nom, nom, nom!"

😂😂😂 Jesus!!

MM getting completely covered in come - "Lick it up, you big brown bear you." 😆😵‍💫😆

The guy with his dick on fire was pretty terrifying.

But just, all in all, I guess considering it was the boys and Herogasm has been talked about so much, I was just expecting more insane shit. Lol! Like for me, the first 15 minutes of episode 1 was WAY more depraved and insane! This was just a bunch of people having sex, some of it a bit kinky. 😄

Still enjoyable though. I'm a little sad Soldier Boy didn't take part, especially considering he apparently founded it!! 😜 (Founded it with Stormfront - or Liberty as she was known then! So Homelander and Soldier Boy both fucked Stormfront!!) 🤯

Anyway, much, MUCH more on SB coming up.

Now, for Kimiko and Frenchie. Holy shit!

First, Kimiko's heartbreaking texts to Frenchie:

Are you mad at me because 💋

It won't happen again.

💔😭💔😭💔😭💔😭

And then that scene with her and Cherie and Frenchie. Poor Frenchie. I just love him so much and I hate Nina SO MUCH!! I was so cheering Kimiko on. (And wtg Cherie, coming in with the assist!!) I honestly thought Kimiko had her powers back.

But no, it was just her, which should have made her feel like a badass and an ACTUAL fucking hero, not a fake one like the SUPES. She came through. She saved them all!! So when she said to Frenchie that it just proved she was the monster, it made me wanna cry!! 🥺

Ugh, I just love them so much and I want them both to be safe so badly!! 😩😩

So now, MM and Annie. So...I feel like this is gonna be a really unpopular opinion, but, I think they're wrong. Let me explain.

The scene where MM was telling Annie about what happened to his family...his Grandpa - tears - so many tears! (Laz acted the shit out of that scene, btw!)

And I completely understand how that would trigger his OCD and a fucking lifetime of trauma. But I don't think killing SB is actually going to change any of that. When has revenge EVER given someone lasting peace. I think he has to deal with the trauma, and it sure would be great if SB would stop acting like a machismo, uncaring dick when MM confronts him about killing his family.

When MM was like, "You killed my family."

And SB was like, "Which one?"

I was like, "Fuck Soldier Boy!! You are an asshole!"

But wtf was MM thinking trying to go after him? The halothane was a dumb enough move, but then when it obviously no longer worked against him (maybe that's why SB was in the big chamber in Russia? Grew an immunity to the halothane?) MM goes after him with just his fists? 😲😲😲 And then later, just before Starlight stops him, he was cocking his gun to go after him. Like, really MM, a gun?!

And I get where both Annie and MM are coming from, but I don't think their solution is it, at least not on its own. I think they're gonna need a combination of MM and Annie's plan, along with Hughie and Butcher's plan.

Because to my mind, there's no doubt whatsoever that they're going to need more strength and firepower to defeat Homelander than just Starlight and Maeve (if she's even still alive! 😩😬)

So, I completely get Butcher and Hughie's reasoning (although it makes me very sad that Hughie's reasoning is also partly set in that toxic masculinity BS that little boys grow up with.)

Anyway, I just think that they'll need a SUPED-up Hughie and Butcher, maybe a temporarily Suped -up Kimiko, Starlight, Maeve, and maybe one or two more "decent supes", maybe Neuman, DEFINITELY Soldier Boy to have a shot at bringing down Homelander. Doesn't mean there aren't going to be problems there, doesn't mean it's a perfect plan, but they've gotta pull together to kill that SOB.

Anyway, I'm so sorry I've rambled on for SO long - but this episode was INCREDIBLE!!

I'll end with Soldier Boy. So, I still haven't changed my position on him. Hearing what he did to MM's family is completely horrifying, and he definitely deserved to be brought to justice for that kind of reckless disregard for civilians lives.

But to my mind, he's served that time. Nearly 40 years of torture? I feel like that's his debt paid. I know it doesn't fix MM, but as I said above, I think MMs help lies elsewhere. But a sincere and real apology (like A-Train gave Hughie before he...died?!! 😬😳😲) might go a long way to helping. Not holding my breath for that though.

Because, as we saw in this episode, that Toxic Masculinity BS is strong and pervasive in SB too, probably much more so than Hughie. He was born and raised in it. He won't even admit that he's experiencing major PTSD, probably because he thinks it's weak.

Both SB and Hughie's storylines this season have actually given me a wider appreciation for just how unbelievably damaging TM is, not just to feminism, not just to society as a whole, but to EVERY boy who's raised believing this absolute bullshit, and to every grown man who can't admit he has any emotions. It honestly breaks my heart.

So, when it comes to SB, I feel like I'm not sure he could ever uproot that horrible toxicity. I mean, I SERIOUSLY hope so, but it may be impossible.

But, for me, all of that, including the fact that he doesn't even remember what happens when he goes nuclear, it makes him more of a sympathetic character.

I still really wanna know what he did to his team to make them hate him so much? Did they just feel like he was out of control and too powerful to deal with? Or did he actually do something heinous that they wanted him gone for.

I'm so curious for more!!

Oh and, P.S. - the fight between Homelander, SB, Butcher, and Hughie was epic on another level!! I watched it 3 times in a row. I LOVE that they ACTUALLY scared Homelander enough that he flew away like the true coward he is. I need so many more team ups!! But I need MM, Starlight, Maeve, and maybe Neuman to join in.

I do truly apologize for how long I've yammered here!! I am really, really loving this season!!

#the boys s3 #the boys s3 spoilers #soldier boy #Homelander #butcher #hughie #Starlight #kimiko #frenchie #kimiko and frenchie

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Jonathan Byers’ Bogus Journey: Day 2

Read: Day 1 Day 2 Day 3 Day 4

Read Part 2 on AO3

Day 2: 08/15/1987

Devil’s Backbone State Park, Missouri

We have our first – and hopefully last - detour.

We were barely out of Indiana when we passed a sign for Devil’s Backbone, and Eddie declared it the most metal sounding name for a campsite that he’d ever heard and insisted we just had to go. It was way out of our way. Finding the place was a real nightmare and we got lost several times with Steve navigating. It was late afternoon before we found the place so now, we’ve pretty much lost a day. I swear they must have planned it because Steve had conveniently packed a tent and a couple of sleeping bags. I swear, if I miss Argyle’s birthday because of these idiots, I’ll…I don’t know what I’ll do, but I’m going to be so pissed. I planned it so that there would be some time to spare in case we broke down or something. I didn’t factor in the three of them derailing everything. I was out voted of course, so what could I do but just go along with it.

Myself and Steve were on tent duty seeing as we were going to be the ones sleeping in it – with warning to pitch it well away from the van where Eddie and Billy would be sleeping. I say myself and Steve, but it became clear very quickly that Steve had never been camping a day in his life and he was way more of a hinderance than a help. In the end, I set it up myself with Steve holding what I told him to hold and complaining through the whole process. Bonnie and Clyde were in charge of building the camp fire. In hindsight, we probably shouldn’t have assigned the two delinquents a job involving fire, but it went fine miraculously. They had pretty good fire going by the time Steve and I finished up. Now they’re toasting marshmallows, smoking weed, and telling stories around the fire. It’s actually pretty cosy.

“Okay, okay, last story. It’s kind of short but I promise it’s a good one. So, my uncle told me this one one night when he was drunk which means it’s 100% true. He heard it from his father, my grandfather. My grandpa went into check on my dad to say goodnight one night. As my grandpa was tucking my dad in, my dad asked, “can you check under my bed for monsters?” My dad was about five at the time. It was pretty normal request for a kid so my grandpa took a look. But when he looked under the bed he saw my dad, eyes wide with fear, whispering, “Daddy, there’s somebody in my bed!””

“Goddammit Eddie! Why does it always have to be a fucking creepy-ass story? Can’t you tell one of your stupid fantasy stories?”

“Aww, is widdle baby Biwwy scared?”

“Knock it off, Eddie. I’m serious. Do you want to be punched? Because you’re this fucking close.”

“Shit! Do you guys hear something?”

“Relax, Steve, it’s probably just a bird or something. Don’t let Eddie’s stories get to you.”

“Easy for you to say, Byres. You don’t believe in ghosts…”

“Wait, wait, wait. You believe in ghosts and shit! Oh my God, this is too good.”

“Quit your cackling, Munson.”

Steve and Billy are really on edge. And I don’t blame them for getting freaked out by Eddie’s stories. In anyone else’s hands, the stories were mediocre at best and downright funny at worst. But something about the way his eyes get all big and intense, body edging ever closer as he leans in, the flames of the campfire casting dark shadows on his face; it was all just a bit unsettling. He knows how to tell a good story; I’ll give him that. He has them hanging on to his every word as he builds up to the climax. The eeriness of being in a forest, miles from anyone, was only adding to the overall creepy atmosphere; sucking them further into whatever weird tale Eddie spun. They never stood a chance really whether they believed in ghosts or not. Even I had chills and I wasn’t even really listening.

“Whatever. I’m going to take a piss.”

“Ugh, I’d love to smack that smug smirk of his stupid face.”

“Can do, Harrington. And I know just the thing. You want in, Byres?”

“Hmm, what? Uh, no. I’ll leave it to you two.”

“You sure? You really don’t want to miss this. Trust me.”

“Nah, really, I’m good. You guys have fun scaring Eddie and I’ll keep an eye on the fire. Just don’t scare him too badly.”

“No promises. The little shit deserves it.”

As civil as Billy has been so far, I know firsthand how he can take things too far, especially when provoked. And Eddie’s been poking the bear all day without anything to keep him occupied. The vein in Billy’s temple was becoming more and more pronounced with every second that passed today. I guess calling him out on being a scaredy cat was the last straw. As long as I’m not on the receiving end of Billy’s temper, I don’t really care. Godspeed, Eddie.

It's actually nice out here in nature, away from all the noise. I couldn’t have asked for better weather; there’s not a cloud in the sky. A perfect night for star gazing. I might have to take up camping. I did it a little as a kid, but only in the field behind my house in summer to avoid Lonnie so it doesn’t really count. It would make for an amazing date. Speaking of dates, I wonder if Argyle likes camping. It would be nice to do something like this with him. We could head down to the beach, camp there in the back of Argyle’s van, get baked and trace constellations. Maybe if the mood is right and I don’t chicken out, we could have our first kiss there – a perfect kiss on a perfect date. If only I were here with him now instead of herding these idiots across the country, I’d be having a much better time for sure. At least I have a bit of peace a quite now that they’re all occupied.

“AHHHHHHHHHHHH!!! Jesus H Christ!! I’m going to murder you two in your sleep!”

Well, that was short lived.

#did i post this already?#oh well #jonathan byers #steve harrington #billy hargrove #eddie munson #stranger things #stranger things 4 #jargyle #mungrove #metal sandwich #harringrovson #jonathan stranger things #steve stranger things #billy stranger things #eddie stranger things #road trip au

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[Ah yes. New chapter is out today. So I'll put my ramblins under the cut. I'm thinking it's not going to be eventful just by the first page and title, but hey. I do tend to find some dusty, scratched gems in here.]

[For starters, and why this will likely be uneventful for this arc, it has definitely just gone into the events of Super Hero. Which. Is expected but kind of lame. It's just really boring to rehash the movies, either going from movie to anime/manga (not sure which came first with BoG and Res:F) or, in this case, movie to manga. Maybe they'll change some shit, add a little more detail, but I'm going to guess it won't be anything significant.

Also, where's the Broly movie adapted to the manga? I'm still bothered by this because he DOES appear in the movie. So, if they adapt those scenes to the manga, how do they explain his appearance? It's really just super inconsistent, which, for this series, is a feature more than it is a bug.

HOWEVER. As I said when I watched Super Hero:

I love Pan's teacher. She's really cute. And I love how there's zero concern for the green man picking up Pan. Great teachering. 10/10.

But then immediately this--

I think we all know my disdain for the "Piccolo is a better dad to Gohan" narrative, so are we going to start getting the same with "Piccolo is a better parent to Pan than Videl and Gohan?" Like I get his frustration but considering he literally kidnaps Gohan at age 4 (and yes, I know things get better and he does change and treat Gohan well as time goes on), I have trouble holding Piccolo up as the gold standard of parenting. And secondly, if it's the same as the movie, I GUESS i can kinda get frustration with Gohan not taking a few minutes to just...go pick up his kid, but Videl was at work. He could have just said no and Gohan would have HAD to go. Either way, I don't feel like Gohan and Videl working makes them a bad parent. This is pretty normal shit when both parents work.

Also not gonna lie, this reeks a little of Toriyama's sexism OR at the VERY LEAST his old fashioned and traditional ideas about how families should work (and I feel Super really pushes the traditional family over what it felt like DB/Z were pushing in the importance of friends/found families as well). As in, one of them should always be available to take care of Pan, which, usually translates to the woman. And I'm GLAD they worked Videl away from just being another housewife because it doesn't suit her, but ugh. I can see the GOHAN BAD DAD LIKE HIS DAD jokes already.

Idk how Krillin knows all this but whatever. I still hate Vomi as her name, but I'm more disappointed that we couldn't get at least faces for Hedo's parents. But I guess we know Gero and Vomi had two sons, apparently. I'm naming him Puka (I fucking hate it and this is a joke and in no way canon or at least i hope it's not god).

So they're involving the police more in this? Maybe. Might be an interesting sidebar? Who knows. I imagine it won't actually be worth much later, but I like that Krillin is getting some screen time as he would have obvious stake in not wanting the RR to resurface, considering.

Piccolo. Fucking. I get she has two grandpas, but I find it really hard to believe he just forgot Goku existed for a minute. also, where is Pan hearing this? Who's talking shit on her daddy? 🤣🤣 But seriously. Are they just trying to run this "everyone hates Goku now" route or what?

I love this nerd. Let him be. 😭😭

Okay, that is pretty shitty of Gohan tbh. I personally think it's out of character for him to be that thoughtless, though. I could see him ASKING as Videl does, but I don't see him ASSUMING Piccolo would always be there and willing to help out. I don't know what it is about demonizing the Son family, but Super seems to have a huge hard on for it.

klajsdf I'm sure I ranted about this with the movie but I fucking HATE this shit. Like we've literally been through this TWICE with Gohan in Z, and even to some extent in Super with Frieza returning, the expo tournament, and the ToP. Gohan would ABSOLUTELY by EXPERIENCE know that Goku and Vegeta aren't always going to be around to save their asses. It's why I don't agree with the idea that he just gives up training entirely. He has too much of a hero complex in the first place, and he knows that he's the next strongest behind them (because I can at least see him being reluctant to define himself as stronger than them, even if he has the potential to be because modest boi), so keeping up with his training to some degree is a no brainer, even if he doesn't WANT to. He knows he has that responsibility, so once more playing up this "lol Gohan stopped training!!!" bit, especially at this point, is so damn old. They don't even try to make it halfway nuanced in any way, so it's literally just rehashing nonsense for a shit narrative.

And in this instance for this specific case, I agree with Piccolo being pissed. That's a stupid ass mindset for him to have.

Anyway. I still love Gamma 2.

But yeah. That chapter was pretty much a rehash of the beginning of the movie with a few, but unnoteworthy additions. But that was to be expected. Part of me wants to just say screw it with reading the rest of this arc, but I guess it gives me something to look at for a little while. I'm not holding my breath, but since they have the space, maybe they'll do something a little extra or interesting with it after all.]

#.:ooc:.#dbs spoilers #dragonball super spoilers #i mean sort of #i feel most people have seen the movie so this isn't really anything shocking or different #just me rambling about stupid shit lmao

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.... 💭

Maybe it's not such a bad idea to stop fanfic writing. At least stop writing pieces alone and from my own ideas, aka the collab pieces. If anything I'll pull through for my mutuals who are writing those too. I hate bringing people down and I don't want to flake out on my promise to work on those. I wouldn't like it if someone else did it so I'm not going to do it. The feel like they're truly the only lifelines I have to fandom these days. I live for them and I love them so.

I haven't done much in these past days in regards to productivity. And have totally been disregarding what my doctor said to do because. Reasons. I feel like I'm being sustained by caffeine in the mornings and alcohol in the evenings flowing through my blood streams. If it wasn't for the multivitamins and my anti depressants... idk man. I should prob stop taking robitussin so close to drinking too...

I had so much shit I planned to get done by now. I should have gone on a pirate ship. I should have done several escape rooms by now. I haven't gotten back with my grandpa to continue my gun lessons. But these anons man

I'm scrapped for cash and trying to write some kind of semblance of a decent fic for a beloved mutual but which involves an odd character with a shitty actor. Bucky barnes all over again. And I live in a dangerous area of town because it's surrounded by convenience stores and good af resteraunts in walking distance so I have to keep looking at my bank balance. I have to take my youngest sister out tomorrow because her birthday was recent and she wants to get free food and stuff for that. And I'm supposed to see another sister but I. I just. I'm gazing at mindless, stupid tv which is surprisingly holding my attention which tells me how low i must have fallen?? And I've emptied yet another tall bottle of vodka. What is this, my third in equal amount of weeks? I was doing so good, why did I open it tonight??

Sometimes stuff like this makes me want to connect with my ancestors. Because I wonder who and how many have gone through shit like this. But my family is a mess. My birth father is dead and was a piece of shit, and I've cut off his side of my family. My mother relatively recently just found out who her birth father was -- at his funeral -- and none of us know her new siblings like that. Her resided father is cool but he's retired and he and grandma help babysit a younger cousin's baby. Ugh. Aunties are too old are too far away. Uncles all have kids. Literally have no cousins my age. Wait I found out my hair dresser beautician is actually my relative, so maybe I'll reach out to her? Visit her??

I'm so unhappy and tumblr used to be my happy place. I only really use this, discord, pinterest, and tiktok but solely to watch videos. I wish it was the same. Kind of miss the days when everyone talked to each other and this site was interesting, even when I was dissociating and being fucked out my mind like I was smoking a pack a day. I'm not exactly in that place again because my current roommate is nice and therefore provides a semi comfort and she has a dog which helps, but I'm moving soon. I wonder how deep depression and addiction runs in my family. I have an uncle who's (allegedly) a recovered alcoholic, and my grandpa too, but. Yeah.

Guess I should have known cause old babes (before most men became obnoxious and pre covid) were a smoker, another was into edibles and quite kinky, and another... idk but we got hot and bothered after arguing

Anyways, I'm typing this why finishing a full solo cup of vodka + ice water + lemon juice + splash of Gatorade for flavor. I have relatives who are White, and a distant distant relative who was Blackfoot Native American so I have a few additional routes guess? It just sucks that the eldest matriarchs on both sides of my family have passed. I'm happy I got to meet them but, you know, still

I should visit the fountain of youth

I need to get out of this town. I haven't been around people who are into the same things as me for too, too, too long

I want bang bang noodles, and birria tacos, and old world pepperoni, and this blackened chicken salad from this resteraunt I'm too afraid to return to because they'd probably remember me as a regular. It's 10:30PM

Maybe take a piece of one of the oldest trees in this region. There's a Madam Toussaude not too many miles away. Should visit that. I guess?? Wish everything didn't cost money

I have clothes in the dryer and I think I'm going to take a long hot shower with music and my stress relief candle going...

I know I can never please everyone, much less all readers, and I learned that during the times I had things published publicly. Wish I knew publications that I could submit to but

At the same time, damn these anons may be on to something. When I noticed that comments dropped significantly and when some of my beloved and talented mutuals left tumblr and deleted their work, I should have known and followed suit. Now I'm going to. But not before doing these things for dragonmaiden, breadtheft, sarifinasnigjtmare, and Em. I can't. I'll enjoy what little joy their inputs and writing those will bring

After those, yeah I'm done. I'll go get in the shower.

#train of thought

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Day 9(4/25/24)

There's a lot going on in my head now and I need to get it down. I love Van Van a lot... I do... I really do from the bottom of my heart and tonight... ugh ion know where tf to begin. But I now know the reason why. And I'm glad... It's just well... I want Van Van to express himself and I don't want to force him too if he doesn't want too... Maybe that's why I got so upset and triggered... He did not let me down in any way shape and or form...(The off feeling is gone thank god).... But I know why it happens thankfully... Idk but sometimes when I'm not told why certain things happen... It just upsets me a lot and it gets me very impatient... Fuck.... The last thing I want is to be controlling over my own boyfriend Van. I'd actually kms if I end up trying to control her and force him to tell me what's wrong... I do NOT want to do that period and I don't plan on it.... It's just the pain from other relationships was why I got so upset fuck... Fuck those bitches respectfully....

I love Van Van more than anything and anyone in the ENTIRE world with all my heart no matter what ok? And that will never change, and Van if you're reading this... I'm not gonna ever force you to express yourself or anything for that matter... I'm sorry for what you gone through and you had to get used to closing yourself off... That poor boy... I wish I could just go back in time and make sure he never has to go through ANY of his traumatic events and relationships... I'd do anything just for him and hell I'd bend space and time for that nigga if I want too.

Javo... Javo gives me the fucking ICK! Like somethings off with that nigga I just fucking know it. He gives me bad vibes I don't know why.... Like the predator vibes OR the stay away from them vibes... Like I don't know... But I wanna keep Van away from him. I mean ngl he was cool when Van first talked about him... But then he started getting depressed and shit... Threatened to kill himself and not to mention the nigga just spat in his face when he LITERALLY was busting his ass for him. What Piece of Shit Javo really is. Van didn't deserve that, he already had ENOUGH people spitting in his fucking face. He's a wonderful fucking person with the mindset of a fucking Angel and has a huge ass heart. If he was a kitty I would pamper him with kisses every day and tell him how cute he is... I wish I can tell him at every moment how much I love him and I appreciate him in my life... He's made such an impact and I thank him for it... He's just amazing.... I thank god and fate for having our paths cross together and have us date... I couldn't have asked for a better partner than Van...

But yea Javo gives me the fucking ick. Like he gives off pedo vibes for some reason.... Nigga really trying to be friends and gaslight a 16 year old into being his friend... Like what a fucking weirdo. Van wants nothing to do with his grandpa looking headass. Like come on bro. Hell like I mentioned before... I wanna keep Javo away from him. I don't know... Again I don't trust Javo one bit. And it's not about him taking Van away from me... It's about him putting Van's safety in danger and at risk. He was cool at first but now... Something just doesn't seem right with him.... Like he's talking with someone else potentially underage just cause he can't find love..... Idk... I wanna confront him but I don't think Van would like that... Ugh... Fucking Javo.... Javo... If you EVER touch my Van Van in anyway or hurt her physically or mentally I'll end you... In a very gruesome way... :)....

Okay Anyways.... Van's Asleep now which is good... he deserves some rest after what he's been through tonight... the poor boy.... he really loves me... And he thought he let me down... the truth is... he didn't let me down, but I didn't either. Today was just a good day with a bad ending, but that's okay couples always have bad days, and I know tomorrow we'll bounce back and have a better day. I know we will, and hey our 10 month anniversary is coming up very VERY soon and hey... we're almost at a full year... just 2 more months.... 2 more..... and hey... I got something big planned for Van Van... and on the one year Anniversary of the Rp as well. Yea that one we're going back to Our world that day and we are doing a renewing of our vows and a beautiful family dinner with everyone... it's a shame we killed off Dexi/Dexter... kinda wanna bring his ass back tbh along with Gab- WAIT SPEAKING OF GABE HOW TF DOES DUKE KNOW ABOUT FUCKING GABE 😭😭😭😭😭 HOW?!?!? HOW?!!!!.

Okay I need to go Nini now. Tbh here I feel like tomorrow mwe bwe bwaby wif Van Van.... Owh Fiddlesticks mwe wegwessed ;;-;;... Bweh..... Owh well mwe go Nini now... Nini fwiends.... Nini Van Van Jojo wubs chuuu eepy well....

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it’s quest loving hours

just some random headcanons & things that remind me of him that, for some reason, refuse to leave my brain. you do not have to agree with them, they are purely for me & anyone else who wants to enjoy them uwu also i’ll put it under a cut because long post is long.

--» because you both tend to work the night shift (or just long days in general), you don’t have a lot of time in the day to do things so you’re doing groceries at 10pm on a thursday, dr’s appointments are scheduled for like 3:45pm. last showing at the movies. late-night dinners at the sports bar. --» in the same vein; late night laundromat visits. super super liminal space hours and it’s as if only you two exist in the entire world on these nights & neither of you would have it any other way. you throw balled-up socks at each other, race in the wheely-basket things, dancing up and down the aisles of dryers. sometimes he’ll go out and have a smoke (not very often, since he technically quit. but the weeks where work has been especially rough, he allows himself a bit of stress relief) and you just watch him from inside; you hate the habit but lord he looks so good with a smoke in hand, taking a long drag, the other hand running through his hair. he closes his eyes and leans his head back to exhale. --» rainy summer nights. the lights reflecting off the puddles in the streets, the sound of rain hitting the roof of the car. you’re parked in a field outside of town watching a thunderstorm roll in. --» bob ross paint-along’s for date night. or just for fun. this poor man hardly has an artistic bone in his body (he’s a writer, not a painter) but the effort is there and it’s adorable sitting there, watching him hyperfocused on his canvas, tongue sticking out a bit as he’s lost in the creative process. he also 100% almost takes a sip from the rinse cup. --» 80s music. 80s coming-of-age movies. i just have this feeling in my gut that he would’ve consumed that shit growing up; his mom probably loved all those iconic films. pretty in pink, sixteen candles, breakfast club. he would look amazing in acid wash denim and you can NOT change my mind. lots of hand-me-down clothes from his dad/grandpa or something, from that era. --» dude absoLUTELY grew up in a 80s decorated house. im talkin’, grandma’s house. golden girls type of shit. wicker furniture. BLACK. BATHROOM. FIXTURES. UGH WHY DID THOSE EXIIIIIIIIST. guest bathroom was beach themed with a blue toilet. even though he was born in like ‘91/-’92, does not matter. --» stationary collector. i mean we all been knew, this man loves his pens. but he can’t not grab a new notebook when you’re at walmart/target/whatever. will buy new pens and sharpies and the like, even when he absolutely does not need them. complains that he has no where to put them all, but he’s afraid to use them (and no this is not me projecting shut the fucK UP) --» carnivals at night. unsurprisingly good at the games where you gotta shoot something (JFKLDJFD) and wins you the biggest prize which he is then forced to carry for the rest of the night because he HAD to do it immediately. i dont take him much for a rides kinda guy though, mostly games and the food OH MAN candied apples, caramel corn, funnel cake, those lil mini donuts. it’s the time he gets to treat himself (and you). but just all the bright lights, colours, the bass-y pop music from the rides that gets more muffled as you walk further away. --» those winter nights when it’s pin-drop quiet, the sky is almost purple. it’s snowing and the snowflakes are big and fluffy. the snow isn’t that good, sticky packing snow but that won’t stop him from scooping up a handful of powdery fluff and throwing it at you! red noses and cheeks, laughs and smiles. big floppy mittens laying over the heater as you curl up with hot chocolate. --» crocheting things for HIM. the very i d e a that you learned how (if you didnt already) and then went out of your way to make HIM something? a scarf, a hat, some slippers for his big ass feet and a HUMONGOUS sweater (gotta contain those ARMS and tiddys yknow?). he keeps that shit for EVER. even when it’s falling apart, he asks you to fix it to the best of your ability because he never wants to lose that, never wants to let go of something so precious. broken things can be fixed. --» yknow those things you can buy that’s like, “the night sky on [date]”? 100% got that for you as a gift. the night you joined the server. the night you started dating. the night you met in person. one of them is on a little pendent necklace that you never take off, which makes his heart burst every time he catches a glimpse of it. --» i feel like he grew up kinda poor, so the idea of crazy expensive frivolous gifts does not spark joy in him (there are some exceptions, of course. but it’s a big deal to him so when you DO get them you know it’s extra special), and he definitely gives ‘something made has more meaning’. he likes making things for you, as gifts. diy king. would also 100% do something cheesy like buying a bouquet of flowers, puts in one fake flower, then writes “the day the last rose dies is when i will stop loving you” on the card. --» speaking of writing things: notes in your lunchbox. both of you, though. you do it for each other. it’s so simple, but very sweet. or if one of you works the morning shift, you leave a sticky note on the mirror “have a wonderful day! i love you! xo”. --» i’d say mix tapes/burning cd’s but uhhhh LOL it’s 2022 so personalized spotify playlists. all the songs that remind him of you/you two. perfectly curated for specific date nights. when the talk of marriage comes around, he busts out a “potential first dance songs” playlist LMAO he was already ready. --» loves a good card game. im talkin crib, rummy, fuckin... this man has the most intense games of solitaire. scrabble nights. tries to beat you at trivial pursuit but you’re a master of trivia games. a lot of those nights end with some cards/game pieces scattered over the table and floor, along with some articles of clothing coughcough --» i can see him being a morning lover. mostly due to working nights. by the time you both get home, you’re exhausted and that is the very last thing on your mind. not to say it never happens! of course it does. sometimes it’s the best way to get out some uhhh frustrations from the work day. but the way the sun spills through the window and over your body just [motor revving sounds], yknow? he can’t help it. you’re so... fucking ethereal.

#quest #bloomic #blooming panic #god this turned out so much longer than i expected it to #im not even a little bit sorry #anyway #thank you for coming to my tedtalk #enjoy the headcanons uwu

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menofcolorswitchbodiestoo · 3 years

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Episode:

-Shanghai Swap Meat - Part 1

‘’What’s wrong with you dude? Have you unclogged the toilet yet?’’ My cousin asked.

‘’No, I haven’t done that ... yet.’‘

‘’Then what’s bothering you?’’

‘’Oh, nothing except that I’m the biggest loser of the family, and my life kind of sucks.’’

‘’Oh don’t be so hard on yourself Alan you’re not the brightest star of our family but you’re not the biggest failure either.’’

‘’Thanx cousin but let’s be honest I kinda screwed up. Dropped out twice, failing my classes again, and kicked out by dad because he’s embarrassed by his low-life son. We’re both 23 years old cousin but you already have your own butchery. Small business, but you build something yourself, you achieved something. What did I achieve? High School, that’s pretty much it.’’

‘’Don’t worry too much Alan you’re a late bloomer good things will come to you eventually. Until then, I don’t mind you here helping me in the shop in exchange for sleeping on my couch.’’

‘’Awesome, so in what way does that make my life suck any less? A young, late bloomer, dropout, kicked out, working for free in his cousin’s butchery and sleeping on his couch in downtown Shanghai, no offense cousin. You’re right I’m living the life!’’

I turned and ran into something massive and got pushed back to the display.

‘’Can’t you watch where you walk runt?!’’ A booming voice said.

I looked up and I saw a man... no a mountain of solid muscles. From a quick glance, I noticed his thick pecs, wide boulder-sized shoulder, arms and legs thick as tree trunks, and the thickest ass in Asia.

‘’Move aside runt. Do you have my order ready butcher?’’

‘’But of course Mr. Kang I have already set it apart for you.’’ My cousin walked to the fridge.

‘’Here is your order Mr. Kang: 7 Chicken breast, 5 pork chops, 3 lean steaks, and the rest of your order. Only the best quality for you Mr. Kang.’’ With difficulty, my cousin got the heavy bags with raw meat on the counter.

‘’Finally.’’ Said the enormous brute said with his deep baritone manly voice. With one arm, he easily picked up the bags my cousin struggled to get up earlier from the counter. I was amazed by his build. This guy weighed at least 330 lbs with an impressive 6’5 height.

‘’Do you have in here someplace where I can take a piss?’’

‘’Of course, Mr. Kang toilet is in the back second door on the right.’’ My cousin replied. The bodybuilder walked past us, walking to the back.

‘’Who was that God cousin?‘’

‘’God? No Alan customer, a big spender. Samual Kang is a former pro bodybuilder living here in Shanghai. He’s now founder and CEO of a successful chain of gyms across China, produces and sells nutrition and I thought he did some acting and modeling too. He always buys here his meat and a lot of it because it has not yet been processed.’’

"What does he have that I don't have?" "I asked him, feeling like my life sucked even more than I thought... reality just hit me hard.

‘’Well.... money, a penthouse, a gorgeous model as his girlfriend, money, a successful business, fans, a great body and again money.’’

‘’Haha, if you only were as good at making me feel better as you are at cutting meat’‘.

*Sigh*.

‘‘I wish I had his life, he seems to have his shit in order. And have you seen his body?! It takes years of dedication to get so puffed up! I would look awsome!’‘

‘’So you want to be like Mr. Kang don’t you Allen?’’ My cousin began staring seriously at me, he had never been so creepy.

''Uhm yeah kind of, didn't you hear me the first time cousin?''

He picked up a small plastic bottle with some green gunk under the counter. ‘’Drink this cousin!’’

‘’What is this?! How long did you keep this?’’’ I opened the bottle and the smell was horrific! ‘’Ugh, this smells awful cousin like grandpa’s feet, just throw it into the trashcan’’.

‘’Just drink it, Alan. For once just listen and do something that is going to make a difference in your life.’’

My cousin still had this creepy serious expression on his face. I felt I had to prove something to him by drinking it but I also didn’t want to drink whatever was inside this bottle.

‘’Alright alright, I will drink it!’’

I opened the bottle again and knocked back the disgusting green juice all at once down my throat.

‘’See... happy now cousin? Now let’s do a reality check… did drinking this turn my life upside down?... Uhm, nope it didn’t. It only left a bitter taste in my mouth ugh...so thanks for that cousin very helpful.’’

‘’Just give it some time’’. My cousin said.

‘’But we’re almost closing, so I’m going to bed... I mean the couch’’.

Then it hit me, I suddenly felt an enormous rush. Out of nowhere, I felt an enormous pressure on my bladder.

''What did you do to me cousin?!'' I yelled. ''Oh man, this is going bad! Out of my way cousin!'' I ran as fast as I could to the bathroom in the back. It felt like I could snap anytime.

I stormed into the bathroom to the toilet. Shit, I forget to unclog it. I turn to the only urinal seeing Samual Kang standing in front of it.

‘’Can you hurry up, please?!’’ Damn, I can’t hold it anymore! I got pulled to the urinal as something forced me to.

‘’Shut up runt can’t you see I’m busy! And don’t you dare to look!’’ Mr. Kang shouted at me.

‘’Oh, come on hurry up!!!’’ I couldn’t handle it anymore! And then my feet got off the ground and I smashed right into Mr. Kang’s back.

‘’Didn’t I tell you to sh...WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING GET OFF ME!’’

‘’I’m so sorry Mr. Kang I don’t know what is happening!’’ I tried to apologize and to get off Mr. Kang’’s large back, I put my hands on his back to push me off, but somehow I sank through into his back!

‘’WHAT THE HELL IS HAPPENING TO ME!’’ (*we said simultaneously*)

My arms sank deeper into Mr. Kang’s back as well as my legs that were already halfway in.

‘’Please, stop! It hurts… get out!’’ Mr. Kang yelled and began to stumble as he tried to walk away.

‘’Stand still before you make us fall and we break something!’’ We stopped. Wait did I just do that did I just controlled his legs?!

I pushed my second arm into Kang’s right arm and use both to slowly pull my body into his. I tried to move my fingers inside Mr. Kang´s large hands. His large sausage fingers moved on my command!

‘’Dude I’m somehow connected to your body! Looks like I can control this body. Awesome!’’ I shouted.

‘’No this isn’t possible!’’ Kang stumbles around the room as the two of us fight for control. Spasming and swinging his arms, Kang attempts to push me out. But I sleeved my skinny arms into his and now control these massive arms.

With a malicious grin splitting on my own face, I bring Sam’s hands up to his face and began to feel it and then going down to caress his muscles. It’s so weird I feel like I’m feeling it with my own hands. Mr. Kang almost collapses on the ground as I continue pushing.

‘’No, no big guy can’t let that happen, these strong legs of ours can easily hold us both!’’ I forced Mr. Kang into a standing position with my arms against the toilet wall. Mr. Kang Still trembling with an occasional spasmatic twitching, while I’m moving around inside him. I get deeper and deeper inside his body. It’s warm inside and a bit tight. I can feel Samual Kang’s cock getting hard as I shove mine errected cock into his. Samual groans and gasps in a mixture of agony and pleasure. I chuckle at the thought of what I was doing to Samual and continue exploring his body in this new exciting way.

"That's enough! Get out of me...leave my body alone!"

‘’Nah why stop now? Now let’s see what’s inside that head of yours Samual Kang.’’

I push my head into Kang’s and the last of me into him. I had now been fully absorbed by Mr. Kang’s bodybuilder body.

I opened my eyes looking at this amazing muscle bod now fully under my control. First let’s take this shirt off MY muscles deserve to be seen. I flexed my biceps.

‘‘OH YEAH! BRING IT! HOLY CRAP!’‘

We left one last moan... and then a flash of light appeared. We were pulled out of eachother, separated. Everything went dark.

Samual Kang fell behind on the floor while Allen fell forward into the urinal.

...A few hours passed...

*PHONE RINGS*

‘’Uhm, Come on cousin just a few more minutes. I… I just had the weirdest dream ever. That green stuff... ugh you gave me was strong or was that also a part of the dream. I...I just need a little bit more sleep’’...

PHONE MESSAGE BANK:

*beep* Mr. Kang you have 38 messages.

Latest message received 1 minute ago.

*beep* (Allen’s voice:) ‘’Answer the phone! I don’t know how the fuck you did this little runt but I’m, uh, I think I'm in the wrong body, your body’’.

*beep* (Allen’s voice:) ‘‘Allen that’s your name right ‘‘Allen’‘, check your friggin voicemail please we have to fix this. Damn it! Oh my head still hurts! Did you really have to smash this head into the fucking urinal?! Call me back.’‘

- To be continued -

#male body swap #Asian x Asian #menofcolorswitchbodiestoo

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markosmate · 3 years

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Pairing; Marko x Emerson!Reader

Summary; Moving to a different state with your younger brothers and mother just to live with your grandfather was hard enough, but falling in love with a vampire and then watching your brother do the same thing? Much different story.

Warnings; strong language

au:// Welp lovelies I had promised you a Marko series in February that I started writing while I was manic, then after writing a good five/six chapters I fell into a deep dark hole of depression and didn’t write anything but sad, worthless poetry about a boy I’m in love with who doesn’t love me back :) But now it’s May, a spark of inspiration and happiness has suddenly hit me and I’ve come back to this series to finally deliver it to you!! I hope y’all like it cause I literally stress cried over finishing it three different times :,)

I’d also like to point out that any kind of feedback at all is so so appreciated. Most of my inspiration comes from feeding off of people’s reactions to what I write. So if you enjoy it or have any recommendations or comments at all please please don’t be shy to send me an ask or DM or even comment to let me know :( Thank you and enjoy!!

Part 2

I wasn’t exactly mad about moving, there was nothing holding me in Phoenix that I would be particularly sad about leaving behind. The only thing that struck a nerve was that it was dumped out of nowhere on me. Suddenly Mom had divorced Dad, let him keep everything, and made plans with Grandpa for us to move into his place with him. A little prior warning would have been appreciated, but regardless when we were told it didn’t change the fact that everything we knew was changing. Sam wasn’t happy about it at all, leaving his friends, leaving Dad. Michael... well Michael didn’t really have an opinion. In my view, he was just indifferent. He didn’t really care where the hell we were as long as he had a motorcycle, a job, and some hot chicks to swoon over.

But here we were, packed into Mom’s truck and driving through a town that I’d most likely have memorized like the back of my hand in a good few days. As the three in the car argued over which station to keep on, I turned my head and leaned my forehead on the window of the car. I watched the beach as we drove along the road, and admired the waves hitting against the sand.

I was ready to drift off until we got to Grandpa’s house when a short, exited yell left Mom’s lips. “Oh!” She grinned happily as Sam landed on a station familiar to her. “Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait! Oh, that’s from my era! Grooving on a Sunday afternoon!” She sung along with the song as Sam threw his head back and groaned in protest. I laughed at her antics, enjoying seeing my Mom acting so carefree and happy.

“Alright, keep going, keep going.” Mom and Sam agreed with each other at the same time, Mom leaning over to continue skipping through the stations. Finally, the next station was agreed on and my pounding head thanked the universe for the quiet that I hadn’t been able to achieve the entire drive here. “Hey we’re almost there!”

“Ugh,” Sam scrunched his nose up in disgust after taking a deep breath. I leaned forward to wrap my arms around his head-rest and pull my face closer to the open window. The pungent smell hit me, and I recognized it immediately, low tide, but it wasn’t bad - anything to do with the beach was calming to me regardless. “What’s that smell?”

“Ah!” Mom breathed in deeply and turned to share a knowing grin with me, “That’s the ocean air!”

I turned to look at the welcoming sign, taking in the colors and faded lettering. “Smells like someone died.” Sam muttered as Mom tutted at him softly.

“That’s likely.” I muttered to Michael, nudging his head in the direction of the back of the sign, where in big red spray-painted letters sat the phrase “Murder Capitol of the World.”

“Aw guys, I know the last year hasn’t been easy. But I do think you’re really going to enjoy living in Santa Carla.” Mom tried to remain happy about the situation, but a shared glance with Michael after we both read over the sign revealed there wasn’t much he was excited for.

The rest of the drive only increased my excitement. Hippies galore filled the streets, a large amusement park covered most of the boardwalk, and the rest was filled with small shops and food stands. We stopped for awhile so Mom could give some teenagers rummaging through garbage some money to eat and so Michael could unhinge his bike and ask around for job openings, but before I could even think to step out of the car and get a look around we were already heading into the backroads to get to Grandpa’s house.

Grandpa’s house was farther into the plains than expected, but still only a good fifteen to twenty minute drive away from town. Before Mom could ever fully park the car, I had already jumped out and was looking around the property. Michael pulled his bike up next to Mom’s car, and they all took a good few seconds to look around at all the wood carvings and chimes before turning their vehicles off. I took note of the horses grazing in one of the back fields before walking around the front of the truck and seeing a man laying on his back across the front porch steps.

Sam lead the way towards him before Mom cut in front and marched up the steps to squat beside him. “Dad?” She questioned gently. “Dad?” The three of us leaned closer to get a better look.

“Looks like he’s dead.” Michael remarked.

“Like... really dead.” I quipped in, raising an eyebrow at Mom.

“No, no. He’s just a deep sleeper.” She brushed our comments off.

“If he’s dead can we go back to Phoenix?” Sam remarked, earning a snort from me and a sharp look from Mom.

Suddenly Grandpa sat up, a cocky smirk apparent on his face. “Playing dead. And from what I hear, doing a damn good job of it.”

Sam rolled his eyes in exasperation before Mom laughed faintly. “Oh, Dad!”

That night, Mom decided that it would be good for the four of us to leave the house after a night of unpacking and explore the boardwalk when it’s at its liveliest. I could admit it looked much more enjoyable now that it was dark and a little chilly, the sweaty people that had been occupying it earlier were now less sweaty and more stoned.

Almost as soon as Mom’s car and Michael’s bike were parked, Mom sent us off on our own so she could spend some time staking out a job in one of the family-owned shops. “Do you think she’ll be able to find one?” Sam questioned as the three of us weaved through crowds, trying to find our way to the beach concert. We could certainly hear it, we were just having a bit of trouble actually getting to it.

“One what? A job?” Michael scoffed as if it was hard to believe, still bitter over the fact there was no legal jobs for him to get hired in.

I laughed, elbowing him softly in the side, knowing that this place was exactly his vibe and in time he would most likely come to love living here. Sam was the only one I was actually worried about. “She’ll probably be able to find one. What, with all these missing people, there’s bound to be tons of job openings.”

“You’re telling me. It’s like there’s hundreds of bullet-boards around every corner with dozens of people missing. This place really is the Murder Capital.” Michael remarked as the concert finally came into our line of sight.

“Don’t say that!” Sam pleaded, shoving Michael’s shoulder with his eyebrows knitted tightly.

Michael just held his hand up in surrender and with one last shrug of his shoulders he turned to me. “You checking out the shops? We’ll find you once we get bored.”

“Sounds like a plan.” I agreed, turning sharply on my heel and blindly making my way back into the crowd. The concert was loud, sweaty, and crowded, and it wasn’t even my style of music - the last thing I wanted to do was spend my first night there. I figured it would be much more productive if I were to check out all the shops and stands running up and down the entire area, maybe find some new pieces of jewelry, or even a possible summer job opportunity.

Many places caught my eye, and I made a mental note to check them out the next time I had free money to spend, as it wouldn’t be wise for me to make an impulse-buy when I’m so close to being completely broke. Instead a small stand in the middle of the walkway drew me to it. A piercing stand. One person working on someone already sitting on the chair. There was a large wall selection of different studs, and many different kinds of disinfectants lined along the counter.

I walked closer to the wall, admiring all the different designs they had. I’d absolutely love to get a helix or orbital piercing, but I knew it wasn’t the wisest to spend money doing something like that at a small stand on a boardwalk in Santa Carla of all places. I was suddenly broken out of my thoughts when a voice spoke up directly behind me.

“It’s a scam, you know.” I jumped, hand flying to my chest, and whipping around to look at the owner. A teenage boy, my age, maybe a little older, with long curly blond hair and a grin that could have probably wooed me into his bed by the end of the night had he not literally just scared the shit out of me.

I laughed breathlessly, shaking my head. “What is?”

“The piercings. If you need one done, I could do it for you. But they use the guns instead of a needle which will definitely infect if you’re planning on doing a cartilage one.” He explained with a tilt of his head as he turned and began making his way towards the restaurants. I took that as an invite to follow, jogging to catch up and walking next to him.

“You know a lot about piercings?” I tried to make small talk, not wanting him to get away just yet.

He nodded with a confident smirk. “I did my own, and my friends. Someone had to learn.” I laughed a little at his mock-annoyed tone and shoved my hands into my pockets to appear to be doing something. He suddenly stopped and turned to me, holding out his hand. “Marko, by the way.”

“Ivory.” I accepted his hand and we both shook, hard and firm.

“You’re new.” He nodded as if finally understanding something that had been going on inside his own head. “I would’ve noticed you before if you’d been here all along.”

We dropped each other’s hand and I gave him a quizzical look. “What do you mean by that?”

He barked out a laugh and shook his head. “Nothing rude, you’re just too gorgeous to go unnoticed around here.” Before I could reply, another voice cut in from a few yards away.

“Marko! Marko, man, we’re supposed to meet David in ten!” I looked over to see another punk-looking dude calling out to Marko with his hands cupped around his mouth.

I laughed and look back towards the curly blond. “See you around?”

He nodded in confirmation, sending me one last crooked smile before turning to jog over to his other friend. I turned as well, making my way back into the crowd and away from the middle lane stands. I didn’t make it very far before the body of my youngest brother crashed into my side. I glanced down at him in bewilderment as we used each other to steady ourselves.

“Sam? Aren’t you supposed to be with Michael?” I laughed as he looked as though he’d just had the weirdest conversation of his life.

“Well, I was. Then he saw some girl at the concert and wandered after her so I went to check out the comic store.” He explained, shrugging before letting his eyes wander around once more in search of Michael. I rolled my eyes, of course Michael left Sam behind to go chase after some girl. It didn’t take long to find him, he was only a little further down the stretch of restaurants. He was more towards the end, walking out of the crowd near where the last building - a bar - sat in place.

We walked up behind him, and as soon as I was at his side I followed his eyes to a girl who was walking behind a small child, hand on his shoulder, and steering him in a certain direction. She was pretty - with big, curly hair and a beautiful smile that curled her lips up as her eyes grazed over all the lights of the carousel one last time for the night. I followed her line of sight, trying to place why Michael was following her instead of just walking up and introducing himself, but I immediately realized what the problem was.

She hoisted herself up onto the back of a motorcycle, accepting the help of the blond driver. He had a spiked mullet, dressed in all black, and when he realized Michael was staring at his girl, a cocky kind of smirk crossed his face. His friends parked next him all revved their engines to a start, and I tore my eyes from the platinum blond to see the others. I didn’t manage to catch a good look at two of them, because my eyes immediately looked onto those of the punk from earlier who’d started a conversation with me over pierced ears.

He was already looking at me, and when he realized my attention immediately locked onto him, a predatory look filled the black circles of his eyes and his lips formed into a boyish smirk directed exactly at me. He lifted his hand in a short wave, laughing along with the friend who called him away from me earlier as he shoved Marko’s shoulder in a teasing way. I lifted my hand in a small acknowledging wave back, but was knocked out of my small trance by Sam, who began teasing Michael.

“Come on, she stiffed ya!” Sam laughed harmlessly, gently punching Michael’s shoulder and turning to probably go and find Mom. I broke my gaze away from Marko immediately, turning to follow after Sam and not bothering to look back at all as I heard the bikes pull out and speed off down the road.

“Too bad she left with Mr. Mullet, she was pretty.” I tried to break the tension with Michael, I really didn’t want him to be upset over the lose of the girl, he still had all of Santa Carla’s teenage population of girls to meet.

He cracked a smile and nudged his shoulder into mine. “She really was.”

Once we made it home for the night, I separated from both my brothers and made my way into my own room. It was the smallest of all of ours, but that’s the main reason why I had chose it. It was cozy, and cute. I liked the way it came out once I had finished decorating it.

I couldn’t help but let my mind wander to those boys on the motorcycles from earlier that night. Marko seemed nice enough, even if I didn’t know whether or not I was brave enough to try to pursue a friendship with his more than intimidating friends. Just as I came to the conclusion that I should just get over myself and approach them, a sharp sting of anxiety wedged itself into my gut and nauseous filled my stomach and rose up in my throat. No. I didn’t need to become friends with those boys, there was something off, something I didn’t need to meddle in.

If I saw them again, I’d avoid eye contact and conversation completely. I was never able to understand my anxiety, but I always listened to it when it struck me.

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lee-scribbles-and-doodles · 3 years

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S3 ep5

Current emotional status: FEAR

Cthulu Max has been on the rampage for a whole week!?

Ew, the narrator

Oh man, are they sending the airforce after him?

I really like Cthulu Max's design

Momma Bosco 💗

Oh hey, Norrington and Papierwaite are alive.

Superball are you saying you tried to send the Maimtrons up Max's--

Also he's acting president while Max is... deposed of.

Superball is only giving Sam until 6am :(

Featherly!

"Wandering around the moleman tunnels is no fun without Max."

"You got it all wrong, we're trying to help Max." "We will help him... to a generous serving of ass whooping."

"That is one rabbit who will be multiplied... into 2,000 smoldering pieces."

Carol ran off with Blustet

"I only want her to be happy, is all." Aw, Curt

Superball just admitted to having separation anxiety from Max

Ok Momma can't come but Papierwaite and Norringron can.

I like Norrington :)

GASP

Is it?

It is!

SYBIL!!!!

RETURN OF THE QUEEN

Oh, she is very pregnant

She was a wizard at one point?

She's gonna help!

Superball there's no such thing as acceptable losses

Abe has his body back

"Four score and seven tons of raw power"

HE CAN FLY NOW!?

Sybil, I love you, but why did you mod someone else's car???

Grandpa Stinky I love you

Oh, he just handed us the recipe for once.

Asdfff the spore maxes swarming Grandpa

They stole Grandpa's hotdogs

"We must feed the host! Piglets and sphinkters make us stronger!" "We regret nothing!"

Grandpa hasn't slept in three years

Sam just casually taking the last of Grandpa's corndogs

The spores are trying to get it

Lol Sam slapped them

Sal's alive!

He's hiding from Sam :(

Lol we can control Cthulu Max with Corndogs

Ew, the cornstarch got mixed in with the giant puddle 🤢 Looks gross

Love how Sybil completely ignores the Flaming Max head

Also the look of disappointment on the spore's face made me laugh

Fifth trimester???

The way the one Max spore by Grandpa's truck is bobbing in circles with his mouth open is making me laugh.

Sam showing concern for Sybil because she’s preggers 🥺

Her being pregnant with Abe's child implies that statues have working genital in this universe

She put a weiner scented airfreshener in the desoto

At least Sam and a Max spore seem to like that (of course they do)

"Sybil you're the best!" Hell yeah she is!

Sam's mind went to the color bar codes to prevent being traumatized by Sybil's oversharing

We drowned the desoto

Asdfgh Sam just botched slapped one of the spores for trying to say "that's none of your damn buisness."

Ew, Max's spine is pointing out

Oh hey, Satan and Jurgen

Why is Jurgen wearing his old fashioned clothes instead of his emo clothes?

Lol Sam snuck into frame to shout "Go Mets! New York rules!"

"--besides it's just a good and noble thing to do." "You're not familiar with my previous work, are you?"

"Sam, what happened to you to make you so cynical?" Gee, Jurgen, I wonder what could have possibly happened.

Oh so the water tower counts as vegetable oil because Momma did something to it

Pfft we can replace Satan's microphone with a corndog

Omg they jumped off the building to avoid Max

Oh, they're fine, and the oil is in the giant puddle.

I'm thankful to Featherly for giving us an egg but I'd have preferred not to watch him lay it. Granted it was just in a cartoon way but he still made weird noises

Also TRANS FEATHERLY 2021

"I desperately wanted to see that, sir. Ask him if he'll lay another one."

Oh hey, the Flaming Max heads helped heat up the giant desoto corndog

Since I'm playing this in 2021 the Maimtron's song references are super dated, which defeats Superball's efforts

Oooh! A unique opening sequence???

Oh this music is jazzy af

Sam really doesn't like the Max spores

Sam how do you already know what Max's insides look like???

"Even when he's not a collasal monster Max's food comas can last for weeks."

Ok we wake Max up with the coffee beans, right?

Yup!

The gi Max spore is so sad he doesn't get to come 😢

"But I'm a horrible monster!"

"I suppose Max's brain always looks like a living room?" "Well, Max is host to all kinds of weird parasites, and he likes to he a good host!" WHAT

No really, this brings up so many questions about lagomorphs. Are they some kind of Symbiote or something?

And a previous episode confirmed Max is amphibious

Max has tumors!!!

It shocked Sam!

"Eugh! Get away fake Max!" "Do you find my warmth... alarming, Sam?"

"What do nightmares taste like, anyway?" "Pepsi"

Max wants to be author 💗

He also writes fanfiction about Flint 🤣

I'd unironically read his books.

Tina Belcher voice: Friend fiction

Max has an experimental fusion jazz band???

"He just killed a great white shark--"

Max being completely unable to describe a woman is very gay of him. Good for him.

Max's brain teleported everyone to different parts of the body.

Found Sybil in the gym/legs

The brain is broadcasting Sam's thoughts???

Sam couldn't think of a joke for the medicine balls :(

"Wow Max is looking pretty buff. Would it be too weird if I asked him to turn around?"

Sam! Stop thinking bad things about Sybil's pregnancy she can hear you you putz!

She's upset with him now

"Can you believe this guy?" "I find the entire situation to be very contrived and misogynistic." Same spore Max, same.

Sam stop being so mean omg!

"I changed Sybil, I totally get the whole parenthood thing now." "Really now?" "Tax deductions."

In Max's inventory now

Y'know, I never really thought about it as a storage house

Hit The Road reference :3

Baby roach hatched in

"Pa..papa?" "Now I am little champion, now I am!"

Max has a Maximus shrine

Sam turned into a roomba!

Aw, he named it Sam Jr 🥺

We won Sybil back through his love of Sam Jr

Found the conjoined twins

Huh, Max lost as eye. Does that mean he has a glass one, or do lagomorphs have regenerative abilities?

Pfft we have to play twister to control his arma

The brain is messing with things again

Oh, we need a roach to operate the game because of radiation

Well, let's kidnap Sal

Oh, poor Girl Stinky. She's really going through it

Aw, Sal feels bad

Sal?

Honey, are alright?

He's dying???

He's not immune to irradiation!?

Oh no, he's gone

I'm so sad 😞

Gotta pick up Sam Jr. Before I control Max

They mad Max do a magical girl pose

Ugh the narrator is back

Wait, what?

He's Max's brain??? SUPEREGO???

WHAT

"I was always ignored" Yo if my super ego was as pretentious as you I 'd ignore it too 😤

He wants to kill himself and Max???

I know Max had a self loathing complex but holy shit

The super ego is perfectly fine with destroying half the east coast what a jerk

Just noticed Sam's tie is red. Had no idea about this while drawing PI!Sam lol

We have to help Max get his memories back to use the ASTRO projector

Skunkapes has three Sam clones imprisoned

Sam had canon ocd?

Gasp Gordon???

No, it's Sammun Mak

I love him, little child tyrant

Just make him a mobile brain in a jar and let Sam and Max adopt him

Why is Grandpa here?

He isn't talking like Stinky

Too polite

Sam sees it too

He's a space gorilla

They switched brains?

Found the cloning g chamber

Let's go to Momma's first

CONE OF SHAME CONE OF SHAME CONE OF SHAME

Superball is "wracked with guilt"

"Keep it together Superball. Sam will be able to save the day. He always does."

Ok, let's go to the cloning facility

I'm still thinking about poor Sal yo

FLIIIIIINT!

He's punching space apes!

Girl Stinky really playing up the evil Mistress role

The doggleganger has a bomb on him!!!

Wait so Girl really is a mermaid??? I thought that was just her aestetic

God I love Flint

Haha we tricked Skunkape with scooby doo villain tactics

Got the robot

Her water broke... and it was pennies

Max wants to save Sybil! 😭🥺💕

Super Ego is here

Oh now he wants to save Max

The only thing here are those records

Super Ego waved goodbye

Cthulu Max is cute when he cries

Wait What?

His head is on fire!

The maimtron hit him!

He waved goodbye... and teleported away.

He exploaded!!!!

He promised he'd take Sam with him and he didn't!!!!

AAAAAAH

I thought the dead Max thing was popular angst fanon fic thingy!

We're cloning Max?

It didn't work 😭😭😭😭😭

Superball ran off crying

Oh God the credits are just Sam walking sadly what the hell

He's not even stopping to fight any crime 😢

💔💔💔

God the way he's clinging to himself

What?

The elevator???

MAAAAX

he's back???

Past Max???

He blew his Sam up???

Wait hold on I'm glad they're together again but this doesn't fix anything

There's so much trauma from this season

All the horrible things that happened during 301-304 happened in like 3 days tops, then Sam had to deal with Max being a monster for a week before watching him die!

And the new (?) Max had BLOW HIS SAM UP!!!

And they left the franchise like that for a decade????

What the hell?

I want to be happy but this shit is going to consume my brain for the next week at least what the hell

Aaaaaaah!

Like maybe they really do just brush it off but it feels unlikely

I know Max has a connection with his other selves so it'll be easier for him to adjust but certainly Sam is going to notice the discrepancies since he doesn't get the same deal

Someone told me there were multiple endings hold on

Aw, they walked off into the sunrise together

But still

AAAAAAAAH

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