#he asked me to share and our parents gave permission

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You Flinched | 141 Headcannons

Don't mind me, just some 141 boys reacting to finding out reader has a history of abuse or DV. We all know that our boys would never harm a loved one, but I began thinking about them responding to their loved one being triggered. Because trauma isn't rational.

CW: DV mentioned/alluded to (not on-screen), trauma

Characters: Simon "Ghost" Riley, Johnny "Soap" MacTavish, Kyle "Gaz" Garrick, John Price, gn!reader

Word Count: 2,833

A/N: Yes this is self-indulgent because I have my own history and use my comfort characters to help. So I hope it can help someone else in the same way it helps me. Also forgive me, I threw it together on a whim and didn't really edit it.

Simon "GHOST" Riley

Simon is usually very careful with how he presents. He knows he's big, he knows he's intimidating, and most of all he knows what it's like to be vulnerable and scared of someone bigger than you. He knows when to use his voice/stature to his advantage (like on the battlefield) vs when to tone it down (like in private). He never wants to be scary to those he loves, ever. In fact, he wants his loved ones to have the opposite experience from what he had growing up.

That said, we all have our moments. It was, you both could admit, a silly argument over what ended up amounting to a non-issue. He was fresh back from the field and sleep-deprived and you had had a long shitty day and so a small disagreement became an argument. Somewhere in the bickering Simon decided he was over it. He stood, crumpling the paper he was holding into a fist and raising his voice, which he almost never did.

The combination of the fist and the yelling was what did it. He stood up so tall, so fast, and suddenly you were eight again, hiding in the cupboards and terrified to make a sound. Not knowing what would happen if you were found, but knowing for certain it wouldn't be good. When your parents went into their rages, there was nothing to do but hide and wait it out. As if reciting a dance you knew by heart, you shrank back, hands coming up defensively.

Simon noticed instantly, despite your best attempts to play it off. He knew all too well the look of a terrorized inner child and recognized it immediately in your pale face and shrinking posture. It broke his heart; he immediately regretted lashing out as it was, but this was even worse.

He'd step back, giving you space. He'd ask permission before approaching you and before hugging you, and once you gave it you'd be wrapped in an embrace that was both tender and hard as steel. He'd hold you for a long time, not saying anything. If you cracked and it all came spilling out, he'd listen intently. If you didn't want to talk about it, he'd respect it and not breathe a word about it until you were ready. You could feel in his heartbeat his need to make you feel safe warring with his desire to find whoever made you afraid and teach them a lesson about fear.

Simon is a man of actions, not words, and he's never been a fan of "sorry" and instead prefers follow-through. Now, though, the word poured from his lips. Wrapping your arms around him in return, you forgave him wordlessly.

The next free time you both had, he'd surprise you by taking you to a shooting range. Another weekend, he'd teach you basic knife skills and how to throw a decent punch. If questioned, he'd say it was something he'd been meaning to do for a while with a dismissive shrug. But you had a hunch, even if he couldn't or wouldn't verbalize it, that he was sharing with you the ways he'd learned to overcome feeling powerless when he was younger. By learning to defend and fight back, you could take your agency back and walk into the world unafraid. It didn't matter that he'd grind anyone who bothered you into dust, because it was about you and making you feel empowered. Simon wasn't one to give you bouquets of flowers and poems, but he could give you this. And, slowly but surely, it started to work.

John "SOAP" Mactavish

You and Johnny were out with some mutual friends at the pub one night, drinking and having fun. Your boisterous Scotsman was ever the social butterfly, and he never failed to bring the party wherever he went.

You and a friend were laughing at something on your phone, and when you handed it Johnny to show him, you froze as your eyes saw an unmistakable silhouette over his shoulder. You recovered quickly, sure that it was a mistake, but not quickly enough. Johnny's face went serious as he studied your expression, which was suddenly tense.

You'd play it off, not wanting to ruin the good vibe. You'd even double check to reassure yourself that it wasn't him, but your stomach would sink once you looked back. In a corner of the bar, nursing a glass of dark liquor, was your ex. He noticed you at the same time, and the eye contact made you feel sick.

At this, Johnny would take a look for himself, and would pick out the man eyeing you from across the bar right away. After giving the man a once-over, he'd turn back to you.

"Is that who I think it is?" You'd nod. You had told him bits and pieces of how your ex treated you, but left out the worst of it lest Johnny go on a rampage to defend your honor. He's loyal to a fault and would not take kindly to anyone mistreating people he cared about.

The unfortunate thing was, being special forces came with an ability to read people and situations, and your reaction to seeing your ex filled in the gaps well enough for Johnny to understand what wasn't being said. You were scared, and the man seemed to know it by the smug expression he wore as he stared at you.

Rather than cause a scene, as you had feared, Johnny scooted so he completely blocked your view of the other man (and the man's view of you via his broad shoulders). Seamlessly, he'd continue the conversation with the folks around you as if nothing was amiss, despite his hand never leaving your thigh in a move that was at once possessive and reassuring. You leaned into the touch, comforted by Johnny's presence and relieved that the situation had seemingly blown over.

A bit later, Johnny announced he was going to the bar to get another round for the table. On instinct, your gaze shot to where your ex had been sitting, but his seat was now empty. Breathing a sigh of relief, your eyes turned to follow Johnny through the room. You could never get tired of looking at him. It wasn't until he reached the bar and clapped a fellow patron on the shoulder that you realized the individual he was talking to wasn't the bartender, but your ex who had moved seats. Keeping his hand on the man's shoulder, Johnny struck up a conversation like a true natural.

Oh no.

You braced for a commotion, but Johnny's expression and body language stayed friendly and open. You couldn't hear what he was saying to the man, and if asked he'd tell you he was just introducing himself. But when he let go of your ex's shoulder and flagged down the bartender to order a drink, the other man threw some money onto the bar and all but ran out the door.

The place would become a frequent haunt for your friend group, but you'd never see your ex darken the doorstep again after Johnny's talk with him. Good riddance.

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick

You and Kyle had been going steady for a bit now, and you were excited to introduce him to your family. Well, most of your family. You didn't have a good relationship with your stepdad, and Kyle respected that it was a sore spot for you. He would never pry, but he could pick up on how your tone would change when your stepdad would come up in conversation, how your posture would change when your mom dragged him into the frame to say hello during your video chats.

A big family dinner was the perfect opportunity to introduce everyone to Kyle, and you were looking forward to it. Truly. You had a nice outfit picked out and Kyle bought some fancy wine to bring, hoping for a good first impression. He needn't have worried; your aunts and cousins all fawned over him, and your uncles were endlessly impressed by his stories from his job. Long story short, he was a hit.

He stayed by you all night, stroking the back of your hand with his thumb as he made conversation. At first, you chalked it up to being the new guy in the room, but the ease of his posture suggested he wasn't nervous. Rather, his frequent check-ins started to make it feel like his closeness was for your benefit. You were the one who was nervous, looking over your shoulder every few minutes praying you didn't see a certain face in the crowd. You loved your family, but get-togethers always came with a certain amount of anxiety. Every time your eyes strayed around the room, Kyle's followed, taking in the crowd. Even more frequently, you caught him sneaking glances at you, as if assessing if you were alright.

You were alright, until the front door opened and you heard a specific voice boom in greeting. Your mom and stepdad strode in, late as always, your mom carrying the casserole dish and your stepdad slapping a case of beer on the counter. Your demeanor changed immediately, shrinking yourself as if you could become invisible if you just hunched enough. It didn't work, of course, and they spotted you within seconds. Before you could react, Kyle was in front of you, placing himself between you and your parents with a smile and his hand out to shake.

"I'm Kyle, heard lots about you," he said neutrally, shaking hands with both of them. They turned to you, but Kyle spoke again. "How was the drive? Heard you had to come across that new expressway, have they finished that yet?"

It was like that the rest of the evening. Kyle remained an immovable barrier between you and your stepdad, keeping him engaged in conversation and unable to address you. You and your mom were able to slip away shortly to help set the table and catch up, and every time you snuck a glance at the men out of the corner of your eye, the view was the same: Kyle orienting himself as a physical wall, keeping you out of eyeshot. His body language was at-ease, his smile friendly enough, but his eyes were tight, not like they had been when talking with everyone else.

When everyone grabbed a seat, Kyle pulled a chair out for you before quickly stealing the spot next to you from your stepdad. You looked at him with gratitude and he squeezed your knee reassuringly under the table, all the while maintaining conversations with those around him as if nothing was amiss. If you hadn't already loved him, you certainly would have after that night.

Captain John Price

Ah, spring cleaning.

Well, it was November, but still. It's refreshing to get rid of old stuff and start anew, but it's also essential when you're combining two households. John had finally convinced you to move in with him, so the two of you were creating piles labeled "Keep" "Trash" and "Donate". Upon reaching the bottom of an old box labelled "Miscellaneous," you came upon something that had your stomach churning. Old records: Johnny Cash, the Sex Pistols, the Doors. You hadn't realized you had them, and you weren't particularly fond of who they belonged to.

You didn't realize you had frozen in place until John snapped you out of it, coming up behind you with a hand snaking around your waist and his chin resting on your shoulder.

"Whatcha got, love?" He whistled when you showed him.

"The condition those are in, you could get a pretty penny. I didn't know you collected vinyl, I'd have bought a player."

"They're not... mine." You explained, as briefly as possible, that they were your ex's and must have gotten mixed up in your stuff when you split several years ago. He hummed in understanding.

"Right, then. To the garbage with it?"

It was the logical solution. He hadn't asked after them, so he must not miss them that badly. You would rather lie down in traffic than have any contact with him. But John's comment about their value stopped you from throwing them onto the "Trash" pile. Damn your too-kind heart, always causing problems.

It was easy enough to find your ex's contact info; you had changed your number after the split, he hadn't. Soon enough, you had agreed on a time for him to swing by and grab the stuff when he was free. The rest of moving made the days go by in a blur of organizing and unpacking and bickering over where the toaster should go and which wall to mount the TV on. That is, until you looked at your calendar and realized that it was today. This afternoon was the interaction you'd spent the week trying not to think about. You'd stepped around the box of his things all week, mentally blocking out why it was sitting in the front hall. You'd managed to stay busy, and bury your anxiety in the endless tasks that come with setting up a new home.

But time had run out, and in mere hours you were going to be face to face with someone you had once sworn never to see again. The realization made the room feel too small, made the air feel too warm, made you feel like you were suffocating. Suddenly you just had to get out.

"We need... yogurt." You blurted, walking too quickly and too loudly into the foyer to grab your keys.

"Yogurt? Right now?" John called from the kitchen.

"Yes, right now! For... for a recipe," you mustered, hoping you sounded convincing. This had been a mistake, a huge mistake, and your brain was screaming RUN! RUN! RUN! as loudly as it could. Hand on the doorknob, however, you froze. If you left, John would be here when your ex arrived. He'd answer the door, introduce himself, and hand off the items. Shouldn't that be ideal? No contact between you and him, simple and easy. But rather than provide relief, the thought made you sick to your stomach. It felt like a defiling almost, to think of him entering your new sanctuary and meeting the love you thought you'd never have. It felt wrong on every level, and your feet rooted to the spot in agreement.

"Still here, love?" John came into view, the book he'd been reading in hand, finger acting as a bookmark. "I was thinking, I could go if you wanted. Just text me what we need. Don't you have someone coming by?"

Yes - that's it, you thought. Have John go, get him away from here before he could arrive. You'd handle it on your own; you'd done it before.

Nodding, you stepped aside, slipping your shoes off next to the door. John put his book down and approached, taking your place and grabbing his keys off the hook. He turned to kiss your forehead, but stopped short and stared at you. He noticed for the first time that you were fidgety, as if anxious for him to leave when usually it was the exact opposite. His ever-observant eyes spent several seconds taking you in, and you knew as he asked the question that he already knew the answer.

"Everything alright?"

Of course it was! How silly to think otherwise! You began playing it off, the same way you had gotten so good at doing back when you and he were still together and your friends would ask you the same thing. Just hyper, just busy, just this, just that, always an excuse to avoid saying "I'm afraid." Afraid of what mood he'd be in, afraid of what awaited you when you two would be alone later. Fear you hadn't felt in a long time, but could feel now just as bone-deep as it had been back then. As if your body had stored it as muscle memory just in case this day came.

"Are you nervous about something?" It was another question you could tell he already knew the answer to, and you wanted to feel irked about it, but looking into those eyes you suddenly just felt tired. Tired of carrying the fear and the uncertainty alone. So you exhaled for a long time, and slowly told him exactly what you were nervous about.

It felt good to get it off your chest. Until now, no one had ever known the extent of what had gone on. You expected John to explode into some fit of hyper-masculine protectiveness like guys on TV, but he didn't. He listened to you talk, and then he nodded and sat on the couch, reopening his book on his lap.

"What are you doing?" You eyed him suspiciously, unable to believe that that was the end of the conversation.

"Well, I'm waiting right here. And when this lad knocks, I'm going to answer the door and have a little chat with him."

#who would have thought I'd get wordy writing about Price #it's my older man kink #can you tell the writer juices flowed as I kept writing #mwii headcannons #task force 141 #141 headcanons #simon riley x reader #ghost x reader #soap x reader #gaz x reader #price x reader #no use of y/n #ghost mwii #soap mwii #gaz mwii #price mwii

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Requests are open!! May I request a Lilia x reader that is lovers to enemies?? (You can choose why or if the ending is angst or fluff.) stay safe!!

A Lesson in Humanity

Summary: Lilia x gn!reader

CW: death, war (not on screen), injury, (how do I say this next one without spoiling the whole thing? Um...) There are drugs involved, angst, alternate universe

M/F=whichever parental term you'd have Silver refer to you by.

A/N: this ask....when I started it I thought it would be short and easy.... 😂

Your kingdom was on the outskirts of the Valley of Thorns. Despite the fact that in the last century, nobody had even heard from the queen, let alone glimpsed her army, tensions were always high, both for the fae who lived within the human kingdom, and the humans who lived in the fae one. 

But a new era was dawning. And you'd worked hard to get here. You'd quickly risen through the ranks, and become your Queen's favorite diplomat. When you shared your dream of peaceful relations, she had fallen into the dream right alongside you.

So here you were. At the palace in the Valley of Thorns. Awaiting an audience with the Queen of the dark fae. You were surprised to see an older woman, similar to what the Queen was described as, but aged like a fine wine, and with an aura of power that nearly sent you to your knees.

As she walked in, behind her walked a boy, no less formidable, his emerald eyes icy and piercing.

And behind him, with a light hearted skip in his step, a man. His dark hair in a loose braid that exposed the magenta streaks in his hair. His eyes were just as incisive as the boys, but his face was less lined, less tense. He seemed to be enjoying things.

“Y/N L/N. Welcome to our kingdom. We are most excited to see what changes you can bring to our court,” the queen (?) said.

You bowed deeply, taking the opportunity to collect your thoughts in the midst of these very intimidating people. 

“I am honored to be given this opportunity. I hope I don't let you down,” You said as you rose from your bow.

“See that you don't.”

The first visit was spent with you doing most of the talking, discussing where your kingdom was at in the modern era, discussing ways you hoped to improve relations, offering up various items you'd been given permission to trade in order to set up a trade route between your nations. You were exhausted. The two pairs of emerald eyes seemed to be searching your soul, while the magenta pair seemed thoroughly amused.

At length, you were dismissed for the evening, and the man with magenta eyes escorted you to your room.

“Chin up. You did well,” he said lightly as you walked.

It was the first time you'd heard him speak, and you were startled by the deep tone.

“Oh. Uh, thank you,” you choked out.

“Fu fu, you can relax around me. I'm trying to achieve the same things you are.”

He stopped walking, and held out a hand to you.

“Lilia Vanrouge,” he said.

You knew that name. Why did you know that name?

“Y/N L/N,” you shook his hand in return.

“Word of advice, don't give the fae your name,” he grinned maliciously.

You held back an eye roll. “Aren't we trying to do away with the old stereotypes?”

His grin deepened, and his eyes darkened. “That's not a stereotype, darling human.”

You didn't believe him, you really didn't. But he was definitely holding onto the bit for a slightly uncomfortable amount of time. Maybe fae humor was just different.

“Anyway, I'm sure you'll learn all about that during your stay here. Just as I'll learn about your human customs when I live with you.”

“Are you the fae diplomat, then?” You asked.

“Of course I am! Don't I seem so reliable?” 

He began walking again, and you hastened your gait to catch up. For someone with such short legs, he was fast.

“In the spirit of honesty, Y/N, the reason you recognize my name is because you have heard of me.” He stopped abruptly, turned to you, and gave a mock salute. “General Lilia Vanrouge of her majesty's armies.”

You knew fae lived for a long time. But this man was a murderer. He'd killed many humans in his time. He was the Boogeyman that parents told their children about. And now he was fighting for peace? 

You almost couldn't believe this was the person whose name was only spoken in whispers.

“You're confused. But that's fine. You're young. When you live a couple hundred years, you gain a perspective on things. Rest assured, I am the largest proponent of peace in this kingdom. I am your ally. And I will do what I need to do to make things right,” he said firmly. And you believed him. Seven help you, but you really believed him. So you nodded, and he smiled brightly. He pointed to the door down the hall.

“That's where you'll be staying. If you need me, just say my name, and I'll be there.”

And in a cascade of pink sparks, he was gone.

….

You'd both fallen hard. Perhaps it was your shared passion for a similar goal. Perhaps it was the allure of being from different species. Perhaps it was the day you'd seen him training shirtless, and couldn't look away.

But your relationship was a fire that only fueled the desire to bring the relations between your kingdoms closer. You complimented each other. Brought out the strengths in each other. And the last three years had breezed by, both of your dreams coming closer and closer to fruition.

Lilia broke the kiss you'd been trapped in for the last five minutes, and breathed against your lips.

“You should come live with me.”

“You say that everytime we're alone together,” you giggled, chasing his lips, him playfully dodging.

“And I mean it every time. Come live with me.”

“I don't think that my queen would be pleased to lose her favorite diplomat.”

“Sometimes I think she's in love with you, too, and she's using your position to keep you from me.”

“Very funny,” you snickered, “she'd rather the three of us be a package deal.”

“Fair,” he whispered, kissing you again, seeming to distract himself with you by accident, before pulling away again.

“But I'm really serious this time,” he said sternly, reaching into his pocket, and pulling out a black ring.

“Lilia,” you breathed out.

“I've been thinking about how we aren't getting any younger.” 

You held back a snort at that. He looked exactly the same as the day you met him. But you remembered like it was yesterday the day he'd noticed a single silver strand in your hair. Just one. That's all it had taken for him to lock himself in his head for an hour as he held you tightly. You hadn't had any since, and you'd been pretty certain it was probably from stress, but Lilia had been a little shaky ever since then.

“We love each other. We shouldn't let that slip away,” he whispered.

You found yourself nodding, giving into his love filled eyes, but as you felt the cold ring slip onto your finger, you spoke up.

“One condition. We'll be engaged, but we won't get married until we've brought about peace.”

He groaned. “That could take forever!”

“Think of it as a way to celebrate the future unification of our people.”

He whined, imitating a child.

“Fine, but only if you live with me,” he pouted.

You rolled your eyes, but couldn't hold back a grin. 

“Okay, Vanrouge. I think we can work that out.”

….

The letters from home were….concerning. You'd thought you were making progress, but the queen had just announced her engagement to a fae duke she had met during one of her visits to the Valley of Thorns. And the reactions were less than ideal.

You put away the reading glasses that you were using, and rubbed your eyes with a groan. It always felt like one step forward, ten steps back. 

Lilia would not be excited to postpone the wedding again. When you'd gotten the newest prescription of reading glasses, he'd been far more insisting about getting married sooner rather than later. But you intended to make him keep his promise.

“Why are you so distressed?” A voice called.

You turned to see the young fae prince, watching you expectantly.

Over the years you'd learned that he seemed cold, but that didn't mean anything. He was a sweet kid. He viewed Lilia as a father. It was endearing. A glimpse at a future you could have one day.

”I'm alright, your highness. Just feeling overworked.”

He tilted his head to the side, thinking. “Perhaps grandmother would allow you and Lilia to go on a trip.”

“That sounds nice, your highness, but I don't have time for-” you trailed off as you heard shouting in the hall outside, some knights bursting into your study and talking over themselves.

That is until they saw the prince, and shut themselves up, bowing deeply and apologizing to the prince.

You sighed internally. Both you and Lilia knew that treating the boy like a god was leaving him very lonely. You'd both been discussing ways to socialize him a bit more, but it was just as difficult as bringing lasting peace. And it didn't help that, despite his youth, he already possessed unmatched power.

“What's going on?” You interrupted, making the knights turn back to you.

“General Lilia, he-”

“We tried to stop them-”

Thunder boomed outside, and you quickly turned to the prince.

“Your highness, I'm sure he's fine,” you assured, trying to calm down what was already a torrential downpour. He turned to you, eyes distressed, and he nodded, only to be interrupted by the knights.

“He's not.”

“We're doing what we can, but-” 

“It looks bad.”

“Where is he?” You asked, grabbing Malleus' hand as you stood.

“Medical wing.”

You intended to walk Malleus and yourself to the medical wing, but the world around you burst into green sparks and darkness, and the next thing you knew you were looking at a non responsive Lilia.

“Thank you, your highness,” you groaned, trying to catch your bearings again.

He didn't respond, simply staring at Lilia. You looked over at a doctor, and they shook their heads. You released a sob, and fell to the floor, crying into his stomach. Thunder boomed, and you felt Malleus' much smaller hand fit into yours, squeezing it tightly. You sat up, and pulled him into what you hoped was a comforting hug. He didn't cry, but you could feel him shaking.

“Oh crumbs!” You heard a shout, followed by a sharp intake of breath, as the bed next to you jostled.

You looked over and saw Lilia staring at you with wide eyes.

“Sevens! You scared the hell out of me!” You sobbed, throwing your arms around him. “Don't ever do that again!”

“I don't intend to. The underworld seems very boring,” he groaned. Before you could ask, you were unceremoniously pulled away as the medics began to work on him again.

You turned to Malleus, but he was gone.

“What happened?” You asked over the hubbub.

“Apparently the Queen was betrothed to a human lord, when she was just a child, and he's not happy that she broke it off for a fae. He's sending an army, and I got run through by his scout,” he laughed bitterly. “I'm getting old, Y/N, I'd never have missed him in my heyday.”

“Oh hush, middle aged is not old,” you laughed through the tension, brushing away more tears. This was not good. Not for Lilia, not for you, not for your dreams….and not for the kingdoms. But at least he was alive.

Green sparks filled your vision, and Malleus had returned.

“My grandmother wants an audience with you when you can move, Lilia.”

Lilia nodded, and reached out for Malleus. “It's going to be okay. I promise.”

The next week went by in a blur. Even though Lilia had assured you that now that he'd seen the underworld he had no intention of going back, there were several rough nights, where he was racked with fever as infection came and went.

The second he was allowed to leave the bed, he took his requested audience with the queen. After a tense hour, he had sat you down on the sofa in your study, as he paced. At length, he sighed and turned to you.

“An army is indeed coming. It's nothing we can't handle, but considering how injured I was, the queen is rightfully concerned.”

You nodded.

“She has asked me to take the prince, and live in the forest with him until she deems it safe. In the meantime, I'm supposed to teach him, train him, and make sure that I heal properly. Come with me.”

You bit your lip. “Is that an option right now? Won't they need me, at least on the human side of things?”

“This isn't the time for a diplomat. This is the time where the royals have to hold the discussion. This is the time where advisors write up a peace treatise, and make promises. They don't need diplomats until later. And I'm certain your queen would rather know you were safe with me until she needs you.”

He made good points. And you had no idea how long this would go on. The thought of being without Lilia after having to see his dead body was not a thought you enjoyed having. So you agreed. Despite your hesitation, you decided to trust him.

….

The cabin was quaint. It was cozy,  very domestic, and, after banning Lilia from the kitchen, it was very safe. And with Malleus, you could almost pretend the three of you were the picture perfect family. Lilia handled the magic training, you handled the literature and the manners, and the emotional aspect of parenting. (Lilia had tried that last one, but had ended up making the young prince cry. Now only you are in charge of emotional development.) 

A warrior-strategist, and a scholar. The perfect parenting team to make one well rounded individual. Hopefully.

Lilia was in contact with the queen, but evidently the army had been more formidable than anyone could have expected from a rebel offshoot. Evidently, some fae had joined this human in his crusade, also unhappy at the attempts to bridge the gap.

You had attempted early on to keep track of the passage of time, but soon lost track. It was long enough that Malleus had had a growth spurt, and now towered over both you and Lilia. He was, evidently, in his angsty teenage phase, despite being a couple hundred years old. But in this time, he'd grown strong, learned self defense, and gained control over his magic.

It was wonderful to watch him grow. But the longer you were here, the more concerned you got for the future of your dreams.

“Y/N, I'm back,” Lilia called. You and Malleus were in the kitchen making dinner. Lilia had been out scavenging for berries as a treat for after dinner.

“In the kitchen!” You called. He peaked in.

“Can you come out here, please? I need to talk to you.” 

His expression looked serious, so you gave Malleus a couple instructions on what to do next, then walked out into the living space with Lilia. He was facing the window.

“Is it news from home?” 

“No. Please sit.”

You sat down, waiting with nerves on edge about what he didn't want to say in front of Malleus.

He turned to you, and you noticed a bundle in his arms. Then the bundle moved.

“What is seven's name?” You stood up, rushing to him. 

A child. Not just a child. A baby.

“Lilia, what is this?”

“I would think that was self explanatory, my love,” he snickered, gently passing you the baby boy. He was beautiful. And very asleep.

“His parents-”

Lilia shook his head, removing his coat, and setting down the basket of berries.

“I can't explain it, but he's been abandoned for a long time. No one is coming for him.”

“How do you know?”

“The magic on him serves a very specific purpose. No one is coming for him.”

The boy opened his eyes, his auroral hues blinking up at you sleepily. You were so absorbed in them, that you were surprised when you felt Lilia 's arms wrap around the both of you.

“You're a good parent. You've proved it with Malleus.” He whispered in your ear, a seductive lilt in his tone. “And a human child raised by a human diplomat, and their fae general husband, alongside the future fae king, would further the relations of our people.”

You nodded slowly.

“Can we keep him?” He whispered, his lips pressed directly to the shell of your ear.

You looked at the boy, then at Lilia, who was solely watching you, fixing you with the saddest expression.

You smiled softly, leaning in to kiss him.

“Of course we can.”

…..

It had taken Malleus some time to adjust to the new baby. But soon he was reading to it, telling it all about his kingdom, promising to take care of him forever.

Within a couple years(? To be honest you couldn't be sure, time living with fae went differently) Lilia insisted that Silver start training with himself and Malleus. You protested; your son had difficulty staying awake, and didn't have nearly the power that they both had, but both Lilia and Malleus had been insistent. They could feel the magic inside the boy, they assured you. And besides, with his build, and clear intelligence, he would make a great knight. Malleus would want people he was close to as his advisors in the future, and for that they would need experience. And with Malleus and Lilia pouting at you like that, and Silver just happy to be included, you couldn't say no for long.

You knew time was passing, but only because Silver was growing. You were told Malleus was probably at his full height and appearance, but you could barely test the passage of time that way anyway.

One day, an unfamiliar man arrived at the cabin. He slipped you a business card, that read,

Dire Crowley, Headmage of Night Raven College

“I'm here to observe your boys. Both of them will be old enough to attend not that far apart, and we like to scout early. The Dark Mirror says both show a lot of promise.”

Lilia seemed ecstatic, so you nodded along. They wouldn't be ready for college that soon, would they?

The scouting went well, but you found yourself increasingly concerned when you heard some of the things that both boys had done to train. Things you hadn't heard about.

But you didn't say anything. Not until the boys were in bed, and the Headmage was gone.

“When did you take them to the middle of the forest and leave them?” 

“Oh, that, don't worry about it, they're fine.”

“And what's this about you going with them? Wasn't the whole point for them to build relations with their peers and gain independence?”

“It's just for protection-”

“So, Silver and I will be alone for a year, then Silver will leave me the next year, and I'll be all by myself, when the boys are supposed to be figuring out how to live without you, and you are supposed to be helping me clean up after the war?” 

“There's a long time before then-”

“Is there?”

“Yes. And you can come with me. When we're married we can get married student housing-”

“We don't even know if we'll be married yet!”

“Why not?”

“Look at us, Lilia! We've been living in the woods for who knows how long, because of the dangers back home! Do you call that peace?”

He stared at you, then said, “Let's call it off. The promise. Let's just get married now.”

“First off, that's a terrible idea, based on how different our parenting style appears to be. Which, again,” this brought you back to what started the conversation, “how did I not know about your training exercises?”

“The boys and I knew you wouldn't like them, so we all agreed not to say anything.”

“I would have noticed if my sons were missing for a week!” You shouted.

“M/F?” You turned around, and there was Silver, looking at you with sad eyes.

“I'm sorry,” he whimpered.

“No, it's not your fault, baby, I just get worried about you, that's all,” you hugged him close, noticing Malleus staring at you from within the bedroom. He didn't move to get up, just looked at you for a moment, then looked away.

“You go back to bed, love, Father and I are done chatting,” you said. You watched Silver walk back to bed, shutting the door behind him. Then you walked to your bedroom that you shared with Lilia, hearing him follow close behind.

You snatched a pillow off the bed, grabbed your sleep wear, and walked back out, shutting the door behind you before he could say anything, and setting yourself up on the couch for the night.

It was three days before you spoke to Lilia again. Not that he didn't try. And not that the boys didn't seem to be trying to guilt you. You just…had to reflect.

Perhaps you weren't on the same page anymore…

That third afternoon, you went out on a walk to clear your head. Perhaps this was your fault. You'd lived with fae for so long, that you'd forgotten that there would be things you disagreed on, based on your species, and cultures. Perhaps you should have just talked to him, instead of being angry. You sighed, and returned back to the cabin.

When you stepped inside, you were greeted with soft pink lighting, and roses lining the walls, and windows. And standing before you, was Lilia.

“Before you yell at me again, the boys are camping outside tonight. I didn't drop them in the middle of the woods.”

You smiled softly. Until the smell hit you. Sevens. Lilia had made you dinner.

“I made you a romantic apology meal. Just for the two of us. And the boys were so sweet, they insisted on making things for themselves so that you and I could have all of it.”

You bit your tongue. He was trying to apologize. No need to say anything. 

“Well! Dig in!” He said excitedly as you sat at the kitchen table.

The dinner was silent at first, Lilia eating, and you trying not to die.

“I heard from my queen. We can come back now. Though,” he groaned bitterly, “you have a lot of work cut out for you on your end, from the sounds of it.”

“I always do. Did she say why?”

“No, just that it wouldn't be easy to handle.”

He went quiet again, then put his silverware down, looking directly at you.

“I meant it. We should throw out our initial deal, and just get married when we get back.”

You opened your mouth to protest, but he cut you off.

“Even if we get a lasting peace between our two kingdoms, it won't really do anything. Not right away. It'll take years and generations for our nations to fully achieve the dream across every nation of fae and human. I can't wait forever. And neither can you.”

“Of course I can wait,” you laughed. “Until we live in a world where children don't have to hide in the woods, it feels selfish to get married.”

He huffed. “I get that. I do. But what happens if it doesn't happen in your lifetime?”

“Lilia,” you sighed tiredly. “I'm asking you to respect this one request. I let you do a lot, live mostly the way you want me to, all I ask is that we wait. In the meantime, we teach our boys how to be good men.”

He looked like he wanted to fight, but seeing the certainty on your face, he fell into silence, eating the rest of the dinner quietly, then pushing out of his chair, slipping into your lap, and trapping you in a passionate kiss.

The next day was spent packing, and preparing the boys for royal life, and what that meant for them. And then, just like that, your days spent in the cabin in the woods were over.

The castle looked untouched, but the destroyed landscaping spoke volumes. Everything in your study was as you left it. But you didn't have time to enjoy it, because the Queen had informed you that your Queen had died, and left the Fae duke she'd married, now the king, with a half human child. Apparently, both of them needed you. You were sent on your way before you had a chance to talk to Lilia or the boys. 

It wasn't for several more months that Lilia could come join you. He barely wanted to let you go. You couldn't blame him, nor would you try to stop him. You felt so ragged. So worn down. You just needed him to hold you for a while.

He told you Silver had to remain in the Valley of Thorns now that he was officially training, but that he had his birthday party next month, and both his queen and your king had given you leave to attend. 

You were so glad. Things around here had finally been settling, so you'd hoped to come see Lilia and your boys in a more permanent capacity soon.

He'd begrudgingly left, his face pained as he separated from you.

You were so tired. And as the next month went by, you began to think to yourself that, if Lilia asked you to go forward with the wedding this time, you'd say yes. You were so tired. So much pain. So lonely. You needed your boys.

And it wasn't until you were at Silver’s party that you realized what was wrong.

You knew it was Silver’s birthday. But how was he eleven already? That….that couldn't be right? You'd barely aged a day, since….

Your eyes widened, and you were rocked with a wave of nausea. Silver looked up from his cake, his eyes wide in concern.

“M/F, are you alright?” He whispered.

“Yeah, I just need to grab something from my study before I forget.”

Before he could say anything, you rushed out of the party room, and into your study. You locked the door behind you, and turned to the mirror you had hanging on the wall. 

You stared in increasing horror. You should be showing signs of aging at this point. There should be more lines on your face. More of your hair should have changed color. This wasn't right.

You hadn't heard him enter the room, but Lilia scared you when he pressed his lips to your neck.

“If you're worried, you're as beautiful as the day I met you,” Lilia whispered seductively.

“That's the problem, isn't it,” You laughed dryly. “I shouldn't be.”

You felt him stiffen behind you, before laughing it off.

“Well, you do need prescription glasses now, but I'll always love you, no matter how old you get.”

“Lilia,” you said, feeling empty. You turned to him, horror beginning to overtake your features. “How long did we live in the woods?”

“Listen-”

“Please, I'm begging you. Tell me this isn't something you did. I'll believe you, just explain what's going on.”

“Y/N-”

“There were no mirrors in the cabin, and I had no way of tracking the days…Sevens, you did that on purpose!”

“Now hang on-”

“What the fuck did you do?” You finally screamed out, the full implications sinking in.

He froze, his expression unreadable. Then he began to tremble ever so slightly.

“I can't lose anyone else. Especially not you.”

You sat on the floor, your body no longer able to support itself.

“Oh sevens…”

“I slipped a potion into your food every single day. It extended your life, and froze your body from that point on.”

“Lilia,” you spoke hoarsely, “why didn't you ask if that was what I wanted?”

“You wouldn't even marry me! Why should I have believed you'd agree to immortality?” He shouted, beginning to pace, in anger or fear, you couldn't be sure.

“So,  what then? You were just going to keep me drugged on this forever and ever? When did you plan to start drugging Silver? When he's fully grown, or can you even wait that long?”

“That's not fair!”

“I'm tired, Lilia! Without you telling me how long we lived there, I can feel that I shouldn't still be continuing the way I am!”

“That's just because of the withdrawal!” He said, hastily pulling a bottle out of his pocket. “Take some more, you'll feel better.”

“No!” You pulled the engagement ring off your finger, and made your way to the door.

“You're acting like a child,” he shouted behind you.

You ignored him as you opened the door, only to see Malleus standing in front of it, an emerald fireball in his hand.

“Please, Y/N, just listen to Lilia. I do not want to have to hurt you.”

“Step aside,” you said.

“No. You're acting irrationally. You need to relax,” Malleus said firmly, and you began to feel drowsy.

“No, Malleus, this is wrong,” you groaned out as you felt your consciousness fading.

"I thought so too. But Lilia showed me that it was the only way.  You both are my only family…”

You wanted to protest that this is not how you treat people you love. But all you were aware of was Lilia’s arms around you as you collapsed.

You awoke to the cold metal of a spoon pressed to your lips.

“Eat,” Lilia said lightly. He didn't seem nearly as distraught as he was during your argument.

“What happens if I stop taking the potion?” You asked with a glare.

He stiffened, setting the spoon down.

“You've already been off it for several months. I'm certain you're already feeling the effects. Your outside will remain the same, but age will quickly catch up to your mind and your inside. I give you three months before you are bed bound.”

He pressed the spoon to your lips again, seemingly believing that the revelation would make you want it. You kept your mouth firmly shut.

He stared at you, the anger quickly returned to his face. He threw the spoon across the room, then buried his head in his hands.

“You can't do this to me. You can't let me watch you die.”

“I'm going to do exactly that!”

“You! Fine! Get out then!” He shouted. “Give up on me and our dreams. I just hope you realize how stupid it is before it's too late.”

You stood up, your legs feeling weak, but you couldn't let him see the weakness. You might lose your only chance to leave. You stormed out.

You hastily packed up the things in your study, then quickly made your way to the training barracks. 

Silver was taking care of the horses. He looked up at you excitedly.

“Hello, M/F!”

“Come on, Silver, we're going on a little trip.”

“A trip?” He looked around, but nodded.

“Okay.”

You couldn't leave him with Lilia. Lilia, the one who always claimed to love and care about humans, but who clearly didn't seem to think of them as equal enough to decide, or even be asked, if they wanted their entire life to be altered.

You saddled a horse, and and helped Silver into the saddle with you, then urged the horse to a run.

The sky quickly broke into emerald lightning and thunder, torrential rain soaking the both of you.

Lilia must have told Malleus that you'd left. Just like with Lilia, you'd thought Malleus loved and respected you. And maybe he did. Perhaps Lilia had twisted him to his view point, manipulating that pure love he had in his heart to his own ends. 

At this point you couldn't put anything past Lilia.

“Y/N L/N!” 

As the voice called your name, you lost all control of your body, pulling the reins and halting the horse.

You sat frozen in place, unable to even look at Silver, who was turning to look at you, asking in concern about what was wrong.

But you couldn't move.

“Y/N L/N,” Lilia floated in front of you, not so gently extricating Silver from the saddle. “Enlighten me. What gives you the right to steal my son?”

Never give the fae your name. You could cry now. The one who had warned you was now teaching you the lesson.

“I thought he was our son,” you spat.

“The paperwork only has me as his legal guardian. And you never married me, nor signed any adoption paperwork. So, what gives you the right to steal my son?”

You choked on a sob. And with a hoarse shout, you spat, “I hate you!”

His eyes went cold. “No. You don't. You will take that back this instant, and properly apologize to me.”

You found yourself dismounting the horse, tears flowing down your cheeks as your free will was gone, your name abused.

“I'm sorry.” You spit out. “I'm sorry that I tried to save Silver from a fate he didn't deserve.”

Lilia's glare sharpened. And with that he vanished with Silver, leaving you alone in the rain.

Nine years later

History repeats itself. Lilia had never expected his young Lord to fall in love with a human.

“I want you to hold onto this feeling. Remember that humans live short lives. That's the way things have to be.”

Now that he was nearing graduation, he was beginning to see what you meant about nurturing Malleus’ independence. Letting him go was not going well.

He sighed, having finally arrived at his destination. He  held up the magenta rose he'd brought with him, staring at it. He still felt embarrassed looking at you, even after all this time. 

By the time his head had cleared, and he'd realized just how far he had gone, it was too late. He was so tired now. And he deserved it.

This exhaustion. Was this what you felt in your final days?

He looked down at the grave, placing the rose alongside the others that he had brought over the years.

Nine roses. One for each year. None of them showing any signs of age.

Perhaps he hasn't completely learned his lesson.

He supposed he should bring Silver and Malleus to your grave one day. Maybe it would give Silver closure. Maybe it would remind Malleus not to make the same mistakes.

Maybe it would lift some of the guilt from Lilia's shoulders.

He sat down on the grass, sighing heavily. He was getting old.

“I have a lot to tell you. It's been quite a year…”

....

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Mr. Lieutenant Sir

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☑︎ Warnings: Infertility, IVF, Adoption, Dad!Jake, Teacher/Mom!Reader, Kindergarteners, bad foster parents, child neglect, flirty Javy, protective Jake

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A giggle leaves your lips as a pair of arms wrap around your waist and pull you away from the pile of dishes soaking in the water. The record player quietly plays in the background, and the lack of noise from the living room is a clear indication that Javy either went home without saying goodbye or he’s fallen asleep on the couch. The latter most likely, given how he never leaves without a hug and goodbye.

“Javy fall asleep?”

You get a hum in response, though it’s muffled against your neck as Jake gently kisses along the curve of it. With a shrug of your shoulder, Jake lifts his face and allows you to turn around and face him. You lean against the countertop, while your hands wrap around Jake’s neck and run through the hair at the base.

“Remember when you told me that for share time, Gray couldn’t stop talking about a model airplane he had?”

Your head gently nods as you enjoy the close moment with your husband. Mrs. Adam had gone out and bought little model planes for both twins when she saw the shirts that Jake had picked out. It was the sweetest thing, and you were so thankful that she not only cared but supported you and Jake every time you showed up with something for the twins.

“Well, I talked to your dad last week and asked about the possibility of the class coming to the base for a field trip.” Your hands stop and a smile graces your face, eyebrow popping up in the way of saying ‘oh really.’ “I didn’t want to tell you until I got a yes, but Mav told me tonight that Cyclone gave him the go-ahead.”

“Really?!” Your smile slowly grows, and your mind is already spinning up a plan of how to make everything happen. “The kids would love that, all of them. Of course, I’ll need to send out permission slips and a Friday would probably work be–”

“Sweet Girl, slow down.” The words cut off your ramble. While Jake rubs at your arms in a comforting fashion. “We have time baby; we will work it all out.”

You nod, but your smile remains the same. Since you started teaching you had always thought that it would be fun to take the kids on a field trip to Top Gun. Though the opportunity had never arisen, especially during the first couple of years. You were a new teacher and still wary of your abilities in handling 20 5-year-olds off school grounds. Now, you were more than confident that you could handle it, especially with the parents you knew would be volunteering. Your excitement may have also stemmed from how much you knew that the twins would enjoy themselves.

...

“Eyes on me and clap three times, my little darlings!” Your voice echoes over the busy classroom, though at the request 20 little faces turn to you and clap or snap like you requested. “Very good! Now before you go home today, please give me your permission slips for our field trip this Friday. If you do not have them, come and talk to me.”

Your eyes scan through the classroom, each of your kids happily smiling while they take their permission slips from their go-home folder. Though your eyes eventually settle on Grayson and Madelaine. The pair of them sit quietly together, neither of them moving to take out a permission slip.

They had been oddly quiet all day, Gray was normally quiet though he always talked with you and Laine. While Laine was your little chatterbox in class who talked to everyone, though today neither of them said more than they were requested to. It had been eating away at you since you noticed it this morning and you had hoped that by this afternoon it would be better. Though as you look at them now, it only appears to have gotten worse.

The ringing of the bell pulls your attention back and has you focusing on the whole class again. A small line forms in front of you and your teaching aid Melissa, each of the kids waiting to hand you their signed slip. You give each of them a smile as they walk past and hand you their slip while following Melissa out to the pickup area. You count as they go past and as the last child in line goes out the door, your head pops up after only counting 18 heads.

Your eyes immediately find the twins, who are slowly putting their books away and looking as if going home was the last thing that they wanted to do.

You glance out to the hallway, checking to see if Melissa was going to come to tell you that Janice had actually shown up. Though the hallway is empty, clearly meaning she hadn’t arrived yet. Not worrying about the incompetent woman, you head over to the twins hoping to find out what has been eating away at them all day.

“Hello, my little munchkins.” Your voice gets their attention and Gray gives you a small smile, while Laine looks at you in defeat. You crouch down beside the desks, leaning over to fix the new glasses on Gray’s nose. “What’s going on? Why are my two favorite people so blue?”

You wait for the sassy comeback, though you don’t get one and a frown settles on your face. You rise from them and head back over to your desk, while they both silently watch you.

“I was saving this for a special day, and I think that today is that day.”

You rummage around the desk drawer until you find it. Usually, you would have Mrs. Adams give the children things that you had found for them, but last month you had found an antique children’s book that was in near-perfect condition and knew you had to buy it. The pair excelled in reading, and you knew that they would love to have a book of their own, instead of checking them out from the library.

You turn back around with the leather-bound book, only to find both Gray and Laine leaning over their desk trying to get a closer look. You give them both a smile, before placing the book down on Gray’s desk.

“I found this and knew how much you both enjoyed reading. I thought that it might be special for you, to have your own book that can take you on adventures and to different worlds anytime you want.”

The both of them smile happily, though as Madelaine opens it a small frown settles on her face. She looked toward Grayson who had yet to touch the book and now sported a small glare. Her eyes look towards you and your heartaches at the pain swimming in the baby blue.

“Can you keep it safe for us Ms. Cece?”

Your brow furrows in question, though before you can comment Gray speaks up.

“I got in trouble after my glasses got broken, I didn’t mean to run into things, but it just happened.” His voice is small, and you can barely hear him over the pounding in your head. You were positive that they were talking about Janice and her husband, but your mind was still reeling over the revelation.

“That’s why we don’t get to go see Mr. Jake and his plane.” Laine huffs as she says it and the way she crosses her arms would have made you giggle in any different situation. “They took everything as punishment, even our little model planes.”

It was like everything around you had turned off, and all you could think or see was the twins crying. The pair of them getting in trouble for things that aren’t their fault and how Janice and her husband shouldn’t have foster children at all. It didn’t matter whether they had the twins or any other children, you would be just as mad. They had no right to treat innocent children so harshly. It wasn’t just what you had found out today, it was the buildup of information you had learned over the last 4 months, and you had finally reached your breaking point.

Madelaine’s small sniffle pulls you from your thoughts and the sight before you almost break you completely. You were used to Laine comforting Gray; being the protector out of the two of them. Though now it’s Gray that holds onto Laine’s hands while resting their heads against one another. He doesn’t say anything, but just holds her and provides the safe space they’ve always had. The proximity of one another, their other half that made them whole.

Before you can think better of it, you lean forward to hold the pair. The sniffles subside momentarily as they both look up at you, before crawling into your lap. They both cling onto a shoulder as you whisper sweet nothings and rock them side to side.

“I’m going to fix it, okay?” Gray nods, while Laine clutches on tighter to you. “It’s gonna be okay.” You mutter the words and this time you’re not sure if you’re saying them for the twins or for yourself. The silver lining of your eyes breaks and a few stray tears fall, though you’re quick to wipe them away. You didn’t want either of them to see you cry, the both of them needed a solid, strong pillar to clutch onto in their storm-filled lives.

...

Jake hadn’t made it home yet, and you couldn’t seem to relax. You had been on the move since you had gotten home, tidying up the house, cooking dinner, and starting a batch of laundry, all to avoid the pending conversation that would no doubt be confrontational.

Janice had arrived just as you were taking the twins out, the three of you had stopped crying and knew that someone would be arriving soon. You had asked Janice if you could give her a call tonight, not wanting to have the conversation in front of the twins, and she bitterly told you that you could. Yet here you were, avoiding it. The last conversation you had with the woman ended with you in tears and you could only imagine how this one would go.

You glance at the clock and find that it’s just after 5, Jake would be home around 5:30 and you wanted to be off the phone by the time he arrived. Jake had been more than vocal about the langue lashing he wanted to give them, and you knew if he had the chance, he would jump on it faster than you could blink.

You settle against the kitchen counter, forgoing the idea of sitting, you were high-strung, and staying in one place wasn’t going to happen. You finger ghosts along your contact list until you find Janice’s name, and the small note of foster mom makes you sneer. The line rings quietly, but also as if it was a blaring alarm until there’s a click in the line, followed by a loud what.

“Hello Mrs. Williams, this is Y/n Seresin, the twin’s teacher.”

Your fingers drum against the counter as you wait for a reply, though the only thing she gives you is a hum. Your hand rakes through your hair as you push off the counter and start pacing.

“I was hoping to talk with you about the twins if that’s okay?” The words are barely passed your lips, before Janice cuts in.

“What did they do now?”

Her voice holds such disgust and animosity that it stuns you for a moment and causes you to take a few deep breaths.

“Nothing, they are wonderful in class. I was actually calling about our school field trip this coming Friday.”

 “Oh, so they came to you whining about not going, is that it?”

Her voice echoes through that phone and stuns you momentarily. Though when you hear her yelling the twin’s names, you’re quick to cut in.

“No, they didn’t say anything.” Your tone comes out harsher than you intended, though it does get Janice to stop yelling at or for the twins. “I noticed that they lacked a permission slip and wanted to reach out.”

You fear that the line has gone dead momentarily because the only sound you can hear is your own breathing. You pull the phone from your face and glance at it, to see that it is still on the call.

“Well, this Friday we are going out of town and even if we were in town, I’m not going to come chaperone. Not to mention, you are asking for 15 dollars for shirts. What do they need shirts for?”

You hear the door close and you glace to your side to find a smiling Jake. Though his face falls as he takes in your flustered appearance. You hold a finger up to your lips to stop him from talking, you couldn’t multitask right now.

“I really do think that this would be a great learning opportunity for Madelaine and Grayson.” Jake settles against the counter next to you, as he listens understanding who is on the other line without you having to say. “I don’t think that they should miss out on the experience, ma’am.”

“Listen here, unless you’re going to fork up the 30 dollars and be legally liable for them, not only Friday but the whole weekend, you need to shut up and mind your own business.”

You’re startled at her harsh words and your hate for the twins living situation only grows the more you talk to the woman. Though before you can reply, the phone is taken from your hand by a very mad Jake. Your eyes widen in worry, though he gives you a small smile that is in no way reassuring.

“Hello, ma’am. This is Lieutenant Commander Jake Seresin, I’ve heard that you have a few issues with the field trip my wife has planned.” You can’t hear exactly what Janice replies, though you know that it’s not what Jake deems acceptable to hear. You silently watch Jake, though his eyes don’t move toward you once. They remain in a harsh glare, facing the back wall of the kitchen. “Ma’am, I understand that you don’t want to pay the fe–”

Your eyes widen when you hear Janice’s voice echo through the phone. There weren’t main people that cut off Jake and the ridged body language, followed by the small click of his tongue is a clear sign of how little it happened. You would have laughed at how much she screwed up, but you can’t stop the way you grab onto Jake’s hand. Your fingers intertwine to get his attention, and your gaze silently pleads him not to go off on her. You didn’t know what the woman was capable of, and you were already afraid that this conversation would lead her to punish the twins.

“Ma’am, if you would’ve been so kind to not interrupt me, you would have known that I will pay for Grayson and Madelaine. I just need you to sign the paper so that they can go.”

Her voice lowers through the phone, and you catch a word every now and again, as you watch Jake toed boot tap away on your hardwood floors.

“They’re going to be in the safest setting that they have, probably ever been in. Not only will my wife and the other parents be watching them, but I will personally be watching them. So don’t tell me that your reluctance is because you are worried about them. I know what type of living situation you’re providing for them, and it sure as hell isn’t safe in any way, shape, or form.”

...

Jake couldn’t even lie and say that he hadn’t meant for his tone to come off harsh. No, he wanted Janice to realize just how pissed off he was. Pushing off the counter, he couldn’t help but pace, it had always helped him calm down growing up. The feeling of your hand loosening in his hold pulls his attention back to you. Taking a step closer to you, he barely listens to the squawking echoing in his ear and tightens his hold on you before lifting the back of your hand to place a gentle kiss on it. Your eyes watch him wearily before they soften, and your own lips meet the back of his hand.

“Look I don’t care what you think about my parenting.” The words pull Jake’s attention back to the conversation at hand. “I don’t care if the little shits go or not, even if it’s going to be a ‘great experience’. If you want to take them so damn bad, then do it. But I’m not paying for them, and you’ll have to figure out what to do with them for the weekend because we won’t be home.”

The harsh sigh that leaves Jake’s lips isn’t other than that; a smack in the face that the kid's wellbeing meant nothing to their foster parents, and that Jake didn’t know if he could fix it.

“Just sign the permission slip.”

He doesn’t know what else to say and doesn’t leave room for Janice to reply before he hangs up.

...

Jake settles the phone on the kitchen counter, before looking back up at you. Your hands are still intertwined while you cradle them in your lap. A sigh leaves the both of your lips, and a deep ache settles in your chest as Jake pulls you to him. Folding your form into his chest as he places a gentle kiss upon the crown of your head. How were you supposed to take the class on a field trip without the twins, it wasn’t fair.

“You think Mrs. Adams could keep a secret?” The words are whispered into your hair and cause you to pull back from Jake in question. “I mean we need to have a reliable witness for when we sign an agreement to take care of the kids for the weekend. I don’t know if it’s internally legal, but neither is Janice leaving the kids at the house alone.”

“Jacob Seresin, what in the world are you talking about?”

The cocky smirk you fell in love with settles on his lips and has you smiling in reaction, the ache in your chest easing slightly at the idea Jake is suggesting.

“The twins are going on the field trip and then staying with us.” A harsh sigh leaves his lips, and his smirk settles into a harsh line. “I won’t let her ruin this for them.”

Your heart blooms in love, once again left to wonder how you got such a loving and loyal man. Your hand slips from his and rises up to cup his cheek, as your thumb works across the frown.

“I love you.” Jake’s eyes fall on you at the comment, though no smiles are passed between the two of you. Your eyes say enough, together you would jump headfirst into the unknown. “I love you so damn much.”

...

“Javy, honey I love you.” Your eyes look to the pilot, who stands behind your husband while occasionally making flirty eyes with Ms. Reynolds. “But why are you here?”

Janice was supposed you come in today and sign the form stating that you and Jake would be legally in charge of the twins for the weekends, as well as be liable if something happened to them. Mrs. Adams had been easy to convince, going as far as to draft up the paperwork herself. It might not have been “law binding” but it sure did look like something a lawyer would draft up.

“Well Jake told me that he needed back up,” Your husband's eyes flash back over his shoulder and look at Javy in bewilderment. “this Janice lady scares him.”

The words cause you and Mrs. Adams to giggle, but it's Jake muttering that Javy only wanted to see Ms. Reynolds that has the pair of you cackling. The harsh knock against the door has all of your eyes fleeting to Mrs. Adams' office entry, the laughter in you quickly dies down as Janice and Ed Williams glare at the five of you. They each carry a small pack that resembles the totes you had bought the twins at the beginning of fall, though the dirt on them makes you question if they're the same ones.

“Well, aren't you all just peppy.”  The pair of them drop the bags harshly, and the sneer that Janice gives you makes you shrink back slightly into Jake. You weren’t normally scared so easily, but the pair of them made you uneasy. Their eyes hadn’t left you, even when they addressed Mrs. Adams. Though as an arm wraps around your waist, your shoulders drop and relax further into Jake.

“Right, shall we get this finished up? Lunch will be over soon, and Melissa can only fill in so long.”

Mrs. Adams gives you a small smile that has you giggling. You loved Melissa dearly and she was one of the sweet people you had ever met, though the kids also knew how much of a pushover she was and often conned her into playing Heads Up, Seven Up.

“Yeah, we need to get on the road,” Ed answers Mrs. Adams gruffly as he steps forward to snatch the pen off the desk and sign without any other conversation. The topic of them getting on the road doesn’t go unnoticed, but you keep your questions to yourself for the time being.

Janice grabs the pen from Ed, and the smack of her gum has you glaring slightly. Her signature is messy and hardly legible.

“Which of you five are signing?” Janice flicks the pen out, scanning the room with it before flicking it into your open palm. You give her a small smile and thank you, though she only sneers in reply.

Your eyes flitter from Janice and Ed and back to Jake, who gives you a reassuring smile and a gentle squeeze. You move to sign the document, as Jake steps out from around you and you can hear him introduce himself. From the corner of your eye, you can see Jake’s hand clasping Ed’s in a handshake and the tight grasp Jake has on Ed is anything up-friendly.

Jake lets go only to slide in behind you and gently takes the pen, as a gentle hand settles on your back before signing. The both of you finish and the weight in your chest seems to lift as Mrs. Adams then signs as a witness and gives you a small wink and smile that makes your own grow.

It felt different, the document signed was so much more than just the twins getting to go to Top Gun. It felt as though something deeper had solidified and now you only had to wait for it to become reality.

Your attention is pulled back to the Williams as they move to leave without saying anything else, though you are quick to ask what time you could pick them up in the morning. Both stop in their tracks and a full laugh is released from each of them.

“I wouldn’t know Ms. CeCe.” Janice all but spits the name out as it were venom. “We’re leaving now, not our problem according to that little paper. Have fun with the little devils.”

You had heard the twins mention more than enough times that their foster parents weren't fond of them, though hearing them talk about the children with such hatred shocked you and angered you went in a way that was indescribable. You're stunned in silence momentarily and by the time you realize that you don't have booster seats for either of the kids, the Williams are long gone from the school.

The defeated side falls from your lips, as you're trying to figure out how you can get two booster seats before the end of the school day while still teaching. Jake's hand rests against the small of your back and the slight movement of it reels your mind back in.

“They didn't give us booster seats. I haven't even gotten anything set up yet for them to sleep on, I was going to do it tonight.” You don't direct the statement towards anyone in particular, but you know Jake will be the first one working to find a solution.

“Don't worry sweetheart, Javy and I will take care of it. We've still got a couple hours before we have to be back. We'll go get everything and drop off the booster seats, before heading back to base.”

The words are muttered against your temple before a gentle kiss is placed. You're quick to bring Jake’s hand resting on your waist up to your mouth, to place a gentle kiss of thanks on it. You glance at Mrs. Adams who gives you a smile before she announces to everyone that Melissa is undoubtedly being manipulated by the children. A round of laughs echoed through the room before you leaned up to give Jake a kiss, placing all the love and thank you that you couldn't say into it.

He gives you a small smile before clasping your cheeks and kissing you on the forehead, turning to drag an unhappy Javy away from a smiling Ms. Reynolds. Before they can get far Javy calls out to have you give Ms. Reynolds his phone number. Jake’s laugh echoes off the hallways before he calls out as well, telling you that he may be a little late getting home tonight.

...

You wave to Mrs. Paulson as she guides Allison across the street. Mrs. Paulson had been the one parent that you could always count on, and once again she came to your aid when she decided to help supervise the field trip. You had met her husband at a parent-teacher conference and had instantly fallen in love with the family. Not only was Allison a wonderful student, but her parents were always open to trying new ideas. She just gotten diagnosed with ADHD this last summer and the Paulson, Mrs. Adams, and you were working up the best plan to help Allison.

You glance across the street once more making sure that everyone has been picked, before turning around to find Gray and Laine lying in the front grass watching the sky. Today was warmer than usual and the 70-degree December weather was quite enjoyable. You see Gray point to the sky, causing you to look up to see what the pair have been intensely watching.

A smile forms on your lips as you see a jet fly overhead, one of the perks of being just off base. You had love planes growing up and were always on base when your father was home, seeing the pair of them just as in love with planes only warms your heart more. Your movement toward the twins has them looking at you as you settle on your back beside Grayson, so he now rests between you and Madelaine.

“I think they're doing drills,” You hum in reply to Gray, waiting for him to continue. “They’ve been running the same pattern since we laid down.”

“See, watch how the two side planes break off and the middle one breaks toward either one.” You glance at Madelaine, silently wondering when she had become interested in planes. “Maybe it’s Mr. Jake. He’s a good flyer, right Gray.”

“Right.”

They both sound so sure of themselves and you giggle at how serious they are. Jake was going to eat this up when you told him, just one more thing to add to the ever-growing ego. You lay with them for a bit, enjoying how they talk about each plane so animatedly. You glance at your watch and find that it's nearing 4:30; the three of you needed to get home to ready where the twins are sleeping.

Home.

The word jars you for a minute and you have to silently remind yourself that it wasn’t the twin’s home. The arrangement was only for the weekend, and they weren’t your children, no matter how much you wished that they were. 

“Alright you two, we need to get going.” You rise onto your elbows and find the pair of them grinning at you. You had talked to them the morning after you called Janice and asked if they would be okay staying with you. You would never want to make either of them uncomfortable, and luckily they were more than excited at the idea of staying with you. More so when they realized it meant they would get to go on the field trip.

...

The car ride home was easy thanks to the pre-installed car seats, which you would have to thank Jake and Javy for. You had given Madelaine your phone when she had asked to pick the songs and unsurprisingly the five-year-old had put on one of your Spotify playlists that she continually requested during art time in class. Both you and Gray were happily surprised at her choice of 80’s hits.

The pair of them had sung the whole way home, putting on quite the show from what you could see in the review mirror. Their little voices filled that small car, flipping between words they knew, to just humming along to the tune.

You pull up to the house, the vacant parking space and dark house confirm that Jake was indeed going to be late tonight. Both of the kids are out of the car before you can even try to unbuckle them. Their eyes sparkle are they look at the white bungalow, bouncing on their toes at the sight of a front lawn and you can hear Gray whisper to Laine, asking if they were actually allowed to play on it.

The question hurts, such a simple request that had no doubt been denied before. Though before you can fall further down the rabbit hole, you grab the twin totes from the passenger seat. You were going to enjoy this weekend, make it the best experience for them both, and not think about everything else.

“Come on my darlings,” You glance at your watch and find that it's almost five. “We’ve got to cook dinner and get your beds situated for tonight, we’ve got a big day tomorrow.”

Both of them give you a massive smile and Gray is quick to latch onto your hand, while Laine walks up the red stone walkway. You knew that Gray got anxious when it came to new ideas and had expected him to be attached to you for most of the night.

Laine, on the other hand, would know the house like the back of her hand by the end of the weekend and most likely have Jake wrapped around her finger. More so than he already is.

To your complete surprise, upon entry into the guest bedroom, you found the white daybed completely set up with the bedding set you had picked up the other day. You and Jake had decided that for this weekend the twins could stay in one room together, you didn’t want to separate them and cause any unneeded stress. While you had thought you would be setting up the room tonight, Jake and Javy must have come by and done it after finding out that the twins would be staying tonight.

“Alright you two, what do you think?” You hadn’t realized just how worried you were about the twins liking what you had picked out for them. You had found a set of light and dark blue bed sheets that you thought would be appropriate. Then found each of them their own special blanket, Gray’s consisted of planes and the Navy emblem, while Lainie’s had turtles and other tropical fish.

You watch the both of them carefully as they walk into the room, taking in the plain white walls and the small book nook where you enjoyed reading. They move slowly through the room, fingers running over the dresser and then stopping at the bed. The totes fall from their hands, and they slowly pick up the blankets, examining the cotton as if they had never had a blanket to call their own.

You don’t move and the breath in your chest catches at the reality that is unfolding before you. How long had they gone unloved? How many nights did they cry wrapped in each other’s arms, the only form of protection they knew? Your eyes are misty, and you wipe at the awaiting tear before it can fall.

“Ms. CeCe, who are these for?” Laine asks with only the tiniest echo behind the words.

“They’re yours,” Your voice catches and causes both the twins to turn around. “I picked them out for you. Do you like them?”

A small hum comes from the pair as they clutch onto the blankets and watch you carefully. You give them a weak smile, though before you can let your emotions overwhelm all three of you the sound of the front door opening, and closing has you looking back out into the hall.

“Darlin’?”

The voice has Laine letting out a small squeal before she races past you, blanket in tow, and makes for the front door.

“Mr. Jake!”

Gray settles at your side, holding onto your hand as the both of you make your way out to the front hall. The sight of Madelaine clutching onto Jake as he holds her stops you in your track, and for a moment you forget that they aren’t yours and Jake’s children. How had they looked so much like Jake, with the perfect dirty blonde hair and the small award-winning smile.

Jake glances up at you and gives both you and Gray a smile before he runs a hand down the back of Laine’s hair. A quiet hello, little darlin’ just barely reaches your ears, though as Laine tightens her hold on Jake, you know you heard right.

“We saw you flying today, Mr. Jake.”

The small voice gains the attention of all three of you, and as you look down Gray only smiles back at you in hopes that you’ll confirm what he’s said. Though before you can say anything, Jake adjusts Laine onto his hip, and he walks to bend down in front of Grayson.

“Is that right, buddy?” A smile forms on Gray’s lip before he gives Jake a firm nod. “And how was I doing? Did I meet your standards?”

Gray nods once again, before Laine looks at him in question then turns back to Jake. “Gray says you’re the best.”

“That so?”

Gray’s hand tightens around yours before a hum and smile break across his face. “The best fighter pilot ever seen.”

You hear Jake’s breath catch before his free arm reaches out to grab Gray. A laugh breaks from Gray and any worry you had of him being uncomfortable around Jake, falls to silent ears. With one on each hip, Jake rises and looks at you, the both of you share knowing looks while the twins laugh.

Life had never felt this perfect. You and Jake had always felt whole like you weren’t missing a part of the puzzle, though an add-on would have been welcomed. But now, you both knew that the four of you were the complete puzzle. That without both Gray and Laine in your lives, a part of your puzzle would be incomplete for the first time.

#sweet nothings series #jake seresin #jake hangman seresin #top gun: maverick #top gun maverick #gingy writes #jake seresin x reader #jake seresin x you #top gun #jake hangman x reader #jake seresin fluff #Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin #tgm #tgm imagine #tgm fic

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Part 7 of Female Tanjiro Reader

After/During the wedding party, how would (Love) react to Reader’s final vow/promise to him that she wants to have a big family with him (Purely out of love), which causes (Love) to either turn red from embarrassment/surprise, choke on what they were eating/drinking or try to flirt with Reader to hide their shyness/eagerness to have a big family (Only to realize Reader didn’t know just how suggestive her words were, with Zerofuku and Nezuko confused by why (Love) is looking/acting ‘weird’)

Everyone else is just laughing at the display of these newlyweds, and after the Reception, Reader and (Love) have Nezuko and Zerofuku spend the night with either her or (Love)’s family (You can make this as SFW or NSFW and as spicy as you want, I always feel a little shy when asking for this)

-The wedding ceremony was stunning, flowers everywhere, friends and family, your whole family being able to attend, were celebrating with you as you married the love of your life.

-You had never thought about marriage until (Love) came along, and even then, it was only a thought in the back of your head- you had never pictured yourself being married to another, and now, you couldn’t imagine being by someone else’s side.

-After the ceremony was the reception which was definitely the biggest party Valhalla had seen in a while, there was food, drinks, lots of desserts, music, dancing, and drunken shenanigans that were being photographed to be used as blackmail for years to come.

-You danced with (Love) several times, and made many smile as you danced with Nezuko, who thought the two of you were adorable, but you were having fun and that’s all that mattered.

-As a microphone was being passed around, as dinner was served, many gave speeches to you and (Love), giving you well wishes and telling fond stories about the both of you, as well as a couple of embarrassing stories about (Love) which has almost led to a fight or two.

-When it was time for the two of you to give your own speeches, you beamed over at (Love), “I can’t wait to share the rest of eternity by your side, just me, you, Nezuko, and all of our future children!”

-Many were amused by your bold words, including (Love) who was a bit bashful, hearing your desire for children, and people only grew more amused as you didn’t seem to realize what you had said and what you were insinuating about having such a large family.

-Zerofuku and Nezuko both came to you, a little confused as the adults were all acting weird about what you had said about having children, with Zerofuku speaking, “Y/N~ do you know why everyone’s smiling and acting funny?”

-You were a little confused as well, thinking about his question as you didn’t think you had said anything odd before a hand clapped down on your shoulder and you turned to see (Love) there who smiled warmly.

-He couldn’t help but grin as you asked him the same question, the three of you confused and he chuckled, “Well- you mentioned all of our future children- many are amused that you were so bold by stating that out loud on how many children you want to have.”

-You turned white in shock before your whole head turned bright red as he roared with laughter, thinking your shy reaction was adorable as you held your cheeks in your hands, steam rising from the top of your head.

-(Love) pecked your cheek gently before making your blush worse, whispering in your ear, “They’re also amused because having so many children requires a lot of a certain activity~” a sound like a deflating balloon escaped you which made him laugh again, enjoying your shy reaction- but you were the one who started it, unintentionally.

-As the party came to an end, you smiled as you hugged (Love) around his neck as he held you in his arms princess style, a fond smile of his own on his lips as you had just dropped Nezuko and Zerofuku off with your parents and siblings for the night, as they were given permission to stay for a few more days.

-You were feeling a bit shy as you entered your bedroom together in your shared home, but he just smiled down at you, kissing you softly, “Not that I don’t want to make you happy and give you the large family you desire- I kind of want to keep you all to myself for a while.”

-A little squeak escaped your lips at his words which made him chuckle before you wound your arms around his neck, “We have all of eternity to spend time together, my love- you’re part of my family now- so I can wait for children.”

-He smiled before cupping your cheek gently, stroking softly before kissing you deeply, wrapping his arms around you as the two of you enjoyed your first of many…many-many-many times together.

-You’ve never been happier!

#record of ragnarok #ror x reader #tanjiro reader #ror zerofuku

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It was early December when Amber Lavigne found her 13-year-old daughter’s chest binder.

The undergarment, used to flatten a female’s breasts to make her appear more like a male, looked like a tank top with a built-in bra, Lavigne said. And it smelled. Bad. In her efforts to hide it from her family, Lavigne’s daughter hadn’t put the binder in the laundry for weeks.

That night, when Lavigne picked her daughter up from a school dance, she asked if she was wearing a chest binder. She wasn’t, the girl said, but she admitted she had one. Where had she gotten it? From a friend, she claimed. Lavigne was skeptical.

“I want you to think long and hard if there’s anything else you want to share with me about this,” she said she told her daughter, “because I am going to reach out to your friend’s mom.”

Later that night, Lavigne’s daughter did have more to share. She hadn’t received the chest binder from a friend after all. “This came from my school,” she said, Lavigne recalled.

Lavigne would later learn that earlier in the year, without her knowledge, her daughter had been reassigned to a new social worker at Great Salt Bay Community School in Maine. This social worker, she learned, had been advising her daughter about gender transitioning. He had provided her daughter with the chest binder, telling the girl that he wouldn’t tell her mother, and she didn’t need to either. She also learned that school personnel had been involved in socially transitioning her daughter, referring to her by a new name and by male pronouns.

No one had bothered to notify Lavigne.

Lavigne demanded answers, but for the most part, she said, school district leaders and school-board members have been defensive and evasive. She is now represented by lawyers from the Arizona-based Goldwater Institute, who argue that the school’s actions are unconstitutional and violate Lavigne’s rights as a parent to direct the education, upbringing, and health care of her child.

Last week, the Goldwater Institute sent a demand letter to the chairman of the Great Salt Bay school board, calling for an investigation into the counselor’s actions, and calling for the board to update its policies to make it clear that parents must be informed of any decisions affecting the mental health and physical well-being of their children.

“Parents aren’t going to be able to effectively ensure the safety of their kids if they’re missing out on critical information involving their kids,” said Goldwater Institute lawyer Adam Shelton.

Lavigne joins a growing list of parents across the country taking legal action and calling out school leaders for keeping them in the dark about important health issues involving their children, including evidence of possible gender dysphoria. If schools are aware that children in their care are struggling with their mental health, it is critical that parents be aware, they say.

Some transgender activists, on the other hand, say parents aren’t entitled to know if their child wants to change their name and pronouns at school, arguing that knowledge must be earned by parents. Parents who don’t immediately affirm their child’s new gender identity are engaged in a form of abuse, they say.

School-district and board leaders in Great Salt Bay have mostly been tight-lipped about Lavigne’s case. In a letter to community members last month, they claimed that “certain parties are spreading a grossly inaccurate and one-sided story,” but they said they can’t legally respond, for confidentiality reasons. They also linked the allegedly “false narrative,” to two recent bomb threats at the school. “Those promoting this false narrative,” they said in the letter, “are apparently disturbed by our school’s ongoing and steadfast commitment to providing all students with safe and equal access to educational opportunities without discrimination because of, among other things, sex, sexual orientation or gender identity, as the Maine Human Rights Act requires.”

Multiple attempts by National Review to reach school-board chairman Samuel Belknap III, superintendent Lynsey Johnston, and principal Kim Shaff on the phone and via email were unsuccessful. School-board member Meridith Verney declined to comment when reached on her cellphone, directing questions to Belknap. Attempts to reach the other board members on the phone were also unsuccessful. The Maine Wire, a conservative news website, reported this week that Johnston and Belknap have “attacked journalists” in the past for reporting on the story and have accused them of “inciting terroristic threats against the school.”

‘This is Happening Everywhere’

While she has received support from local Republican groups, Lavigne said she is no religious fanatic or right-wing culture warrior. Rather, she’s a Democrat who runs a mental-health-services business in Damariscotta, a small coastal town in Maine  best known for its oysters. Her business has worked with transgender clients over the years, she said.

“I’m a pretty open-minded person,” she said, though she said that’s not how she’s been portrayed by school leaders. Lavigne also has two young sons who are four and one.

Last fall, Lavigne’s 13-year-old daughter started eighth grade at Great Salt Bay Community School, which she’s attended since fifth grade. Although she’s struggling with her gender identity now, Lavigne said that when her daughter was young, she was a girly-girl who liked painting her fingernails and putting on makeup.

“That’s one of the most bizarre things about this,” she said. “I wanted so badly for my daughter to be an athlete, because I was an athlete; I was a wicked tomboy growing up. I’m like, she’s going to be a basketball superstar. I couldn’t get this kid to pick up a frigging baseball and throw it at me to save her life. She was into tutus and My Little Ponies.”

But she said her daughter’s girliness started to fade when puberty hit. She presented more as a tomboy, Lavigne said. Lavigne described her daughter as “a little quirky,” and said her friend group includes other “quirky” kids. She said she was fine with that, but she was surprised to learn that some of her daughter’s friends, even as tweens, were exploring their sexual identities.

“The first time I really started to hear her discuss gender ideology in general, she started talking about a friend being pansexual, and another friend being polysexual. I’m like, why are we talking sexual right now? You’re 11,” Lavigne said, adding that at 11 she was “more concerned about getting a game of pickup basketball going than I [was] about the boys in my class.”

When asked if she thought her daughter’s gender confusion could be related to a social contagion, Lavigne said, “110 percent.”

Lavigne said that at the end of her daughter’s seventh-grade year, a school social worker reached out to tell her that her daughter had come to see her. They met and chatted about some of the mental-health issues her daughter was dealing with, including some gender-identity issues. But Lavigne said she came away thinking it wasn’t a very serious issue.

“I have people in my life who work in other public schools in Maine. This is happening everywhere: One day this girl is declaring she’s a boy, and a week later she’s deciding she’s not,” she said. And as someone who works in the mental-health field, Lavigne said she considered it a “beautiful thing” that the school had social workers for struggling kids.

When Lavigne’s daughter started eighth grade, she continued seeing that same social worker. But Lavigne said she has since learned that in October, her daughter was reassigned to another social worker, Samuel Roy, or “Mr. Sam,” as her daughter called him.

Lavigne said school leaders never informed her of the change, and Roy never reached out. Attempts by National Review to reach Roy via email were unsuccessful.

Shelton, the Goldwater Institute lawyer, said the details of Roy’s counseling are still unclear. “What we know is that he gave her a chest binder, and that he told her that he wasn’t going to tell her parents, and that she didn’t need to either,” Shelton said.

Lavigne said that on the Friday night in December after she discovered the chest binder in her daughter’s room, and after her daughter told her she’d gotten it at school, she emailed Johnston and Shaff. She said Shaff, the principal, called her the next morning. Shaff wanted more details about the binder and what, exactly, was in it, she said. “Because in her mind I’m talking about, like, a three-ring binder, something you should find in a school,” Lavigne said.

“We had a phone conversation Saturday morning. I poured my heart out to this woman,” Lavigne said. “She absolutely validated my feelings and made me feel like something was going to be done. And I demanded a meeting Monday morning with the superintendent and the principal, which they followed through with. And they both sat there and expressed grave concern for what happened with my daughter.”

Lavigne said she left the meeting expecting that action would be taken. Johnston and Shaff were meeting with Roy, the social worker, on Tuesday. By Wednesday, Lavigne said, the school leaders seemed to have changed the perspective. They were supporting Roy, they weren’t answering Lavigne’s questions, and they refused to turn over any records, citing the Family Educational Rights and Privacy Act. Lavigne attended a school-board meeting in December looking for answers, but she got none. She is now homeschooling her daughter.

“These people had no desire to work with me as a human being,” she said of the school board and school-district leaders.

‘Parents Should Know’

The right of parents to control the education, upbringing, and health-care decisions for their children has been recognized by the Supreme Court for a century now, Shelton argues, pointing to two 1920s-era court cases. In Meyer v. Nebraska, the court found that a state ban on teaching certain languages was a violation of parental rights. Similarly, in Pierce v. Society of Sisters, a challenge to Oregon’s ban on private schools, the court ruled that parents have the right to “direct the upbringing and education of children under their control.”

“What we’re saying, what that entails is, in order for a parent to be able to choose what school to send their kid to, in order for that to actually be a real choice about where and how to educate their children, they have to know what is going on at the public schools,” Shelton said.

By assisting in a social transition and providing Lavigne’s daughter with a chest binder, school officials were involving themselves in mental and physical health-care decisions with long-term consequences that would likely impact Lavigne and her family.

“We’re talking about a situation of a chest binder, socially transitioning the daughter, which eventually, I think the point of all of that would be to lead to a full-on gender reassignment surgery,” Shelton said. “The school’s not going to pay for that.”

In one of its letters, the school board says it must abide by Maine law, which says that students have the right to access mental-health services without their parents’ consent and the right to establish a confidential counseling relationship with a school-based mental-health provider.

Shelton agrees that Lavigne’s daughter had a right to meet with Roy confidentially, but, he noted, “the social transitioning involved the entire school as a whole, not just the counselor.”

He argues that school officials overstepped their bounds when they started taking active steps to encourage or assist Lavigne’s daughter with a social transition.

“That’s the big difference for us, when it goes from kind of listening and just hearing to actively doing something in support of it,” Shelton said. “Once you go into that active situation, you have to at least inform parents about what’s going on with their children, because if this is something that’s going to be a large, life-changing decision, parents should know so parents can support their children.”

‘This Is My Baby Girl’

Lavigne said her relationship with school leaders is akin to the most toxic relationship she’s ever been in. “They’re gaslighting me,” she said. “They’re essentially saying this woman reacted to something that one of our employees did, and because she’s reacting to this thing that this employee did — that he shouldn’t have done — we’re getting bomb threats.”

Lavigne said that since she’s come forward, she’s been the focus on hateful social-media posts and ugly accusations in the generally left-wing community. There are some stores in town she’s not shopping at anymore because she said she feels unwelcome and judged by staff members.

The ordeal has also strained her relationship with her daughter, who is still struggling with her gender identity, Lavigne said. “She’s having a hard time, because she thinks that she’s a boy, and I’m not allowing her to make life-altering decisions right now that are irreversible,” Lavigne said. “And I think, for her, that’s just me being an unsupportive mom.”

Ultimately, Lavigne blames the school.

“It truly is like the epitome of driving a wedge between a child and their parents,” she said.

Lavigne said she is allowing her daughter to express her male gender identity in age-appropriate ways, including cutting her hair short. Lavigne said she believes in mother’s intuition, and her intuition is that her daughter is still her daughter at heart.

She said she still sees her act in feminine ways, at least when she’s not thinking about it. After her daughter cut her hair, she said, “we left the barbershop, and she is like skipping down the steps with her hands floating like a fairy.”

If her daughter gets through her childhood and still feels that she is a boy, Lavigne said she will support her decisions, because “it’s my kid.”

“If she at 18 starts taking testosterone and decides to mutilate her body, am I going to express to her some concerns? Absolutely,” she said. “Am I going to write my kiddo off? Never in a million years. This is my baby girl. At the end of the day, I’m not going to destroy my relationship with my child to be right.”

“At the end of the day, she is who she is,” Lavigne said of her daughter. “If she thinks she’s going to live a more fulfilled life as a male, that’s up for her to decide as an adult. At 13, it’s up to me to safeguard my child against doing things to her body that she can’t reverse.”

#nunyas news #not gonna comment on the particu #lars #but parents need to be kept in the loop #unless there's a documented history of abuse

[bodrewritten]

Daughter of Discord Rewritten Chapter 2: Special Delivery

2:00pm

"We're almost there!" Pinkie Pie chimed as she led Fluttershy and Discord towards Sugar Cube Corner. The gravel path crunched satisfyingly under their hooves, and Celestia's sun was sharing its warm spring embrace onto their backs. Fluttershy's face glowed bright and her eyelashes bat away in the glare of the beautiful sunlight.

"You sure you don't want me to carry you?"

She shook her head as she steadied herself. "No, I can handle it. Pinkie, what's this all about, anyway?"

"You'll see!" Pinkie snorted as she bounced up the bakery steps.

Fluttershy was about to follow her when Discord scooped her into his arms.

"Oh dearie, you're such a gentleman!" She giggled.

As soon as they were inside, every pony jumped out of hiding and shouted:

"SURPRISE!"

Fluttershy gasped at the decorated room before her. Her five best friends as well as Spike and her three favorite fillies were there. On the wall was a banner reading: 'Congratulations!'

"What is…?"

"We threw you a baby shower!" Pinkie Pie squealed.

"But it isn't even born yet, it can't even take baths..." Discord said, confused.

The mares laughed.

"A baby shower is a party for expecting mothers," Twilight explained. "Her female friends organize it and bring gifts for the new baby."

Tears filled Fluttershy's eyes. "Girls, this is wonderful! Thank you so much!"

"Don't thank us yet!" Pinkie insisted. "You haven't opened your presents yet!"

She led her friend to the stack of presents and handed her one wrapped in pink, with a green bow.

Discord turned to the young spike, who was now taller and sharper than before. He even had wings now!

"if this is a mare's party, then why are we here? You're a little man," discord accentuated with a noogie, "and I'm... Some sort of he-what-who-thing." Spike shrugged and sat on Discord's shoulders.

"Open mine first!"

Fluttershy was about to sit down when Discord summoned a comfortable pillow beneath her. Pinkie placed the gift in her lap and Fluttershy began unwrapping it. She opened the box to reveal a yellow and orange hat with a green propeller. She took it out and looked at it questioningly.

"I saw it in the hat shop the other day and thought it would look cutesy wootsy on your baby!" Pinkie said excitedly.

Discord twirled the propeller. "It is kind of cute."

"Thank you, Pinkie," Fluttershy smiled. "I'm sure our child will love it."

"Now for the one from me!" Rarity said, handing her a box in purple wrapping and a periwinkle bow.

Inside were six sets of foal-sized foot pajamas in red, orange, yellow, green, blue and purple.

"Of course, when the baby arrives, I can make a whole new set with proper measurements on the case that it isn't... Pony shaped."

"They're beautiful, Rarity," Fluttershy said.

She opened Twilight's present next: an illustrated book on fairytales to read to the child. Then Rainbow Dash gave her a red, green, and white rattle, which she explained had been hers as a foal.

Next was Applejack's present: a baby bonnet with apples embroidered along the edge.

"It was mine," Applejack explained, "I figured you should have it."

"Me next!" Apple Bloom bounced!

The filly gave her a small quilt. It was checkered in brown and yellow. Each yellow square was decorated with a pink butterfly matching Fluttershy's cutie mark and each brown square had a black and white spiral in the center.

"I made it myself!" Apple Bloom said proudly. "I incorporated both the parents' personalities into it, so that your baby may always be reminded how special she is!"

"Apple Bloom," Fluttershy uttered, "this is beautiful!"

She slid out of her seat and gave the filly a hug. The dragon then hopped off of Discord with his gift.

"I had to ask Twilight's permission for this first," he said.

In the box was an old stuffed green dragon, covered in felt armor.

"This is Sir Lionheart," Spike explained. "Twilight gave him to me after she took me home, but I've kind of grown out of it. I'm sure Discord Jr. will like it!"

"I have a toy for the baby too!" Scootaloo announced. She brought out a tiny red scooter with a yellow bow on it. "This was my first scooter, but I've gotten too big for it now."

"And I have a record of my favorite lullabies!" Sweetie Belle said, holding up said record.

"Oh, thank you, everyone!" Fluttershy exclaimed. "These are all such wonderful presents!"

"We're not done," Twilight declared. "We all pitched in on this one."

Pinkie Pie bounced upstairs, followed by the cowgirl. The returned with a wooden crib painted glittery green and decorated with pink roses on the side. The cushion was feathered and the laced pillow was made of silk. Fluttershy was sobbing with a smile.

"You are all such wonderful friends and I know our baby is going to have the best aunts, and cousin, in the world!"

They all moved into a group hug when suddenly, Fluttershy felt a sharp pain in her belly. She let out a cry and clutched her stomach. Her friends backed away as Discord flew to her side.

"Honey, what's wrong?!" he pleaded.

"The baby," she wheezed. "I think it's coming!"

"Now?! But it's too early!"

"Tell that to the baby!"

The broken water spread from the floor.

"But it's only been nine months!" Rarity exclaimed.

"that's the issue," Twilight said frantically. "We need to get her to the hospital."

Discord did not waste a second to teleport her out of there, leaving the eight ponies and dragon alone in silence.

...

"Guess we're walking."

The hospital staff was caught by surprise when Discord came barging into the emergency room, pushing Fluttershy on a stretcher.

"The baby's coming, the baby's coming!" he screamed frantically.

"What?" Dr. Stable uttered. "The baby's not due for another two months!"

"Well, it's impatient! It is my kid, after all!"

The doctor was quick and fast, leading the couple to the maternity ward. On the way, they passed by Derpy.

"Fluttershy!" she exclaimed. "I thought you weren't due for another two months!"

Fluttershy's breathing staggered. "So did I, but the baby had other plans!"

"Sweet! Our kids are going to have the same birthday!"

Derpy's stretcher steered away while Fluttershy's entered another room.

"I'll need to get an x-ray…" Dr. Stable said.

Discord summoned up the device and hung it over his wife's stomach. The doctor examined it with wide eyes.

"Yep, the foal's a preemie, but it's safe enough that we can deliver without harm to it. It will have to stay in the NICU until it's ready."

"Then what are we waiting for?" the draconequus demanded. "You're the doctor! Please help my wife!"

Dr. Stable called for Nurses Sweetheart and Coldheart. They put on their scrubs and masks and got the patient into position. Discord had summoned up a mask as well and tightly held his wife's hoof.

The five ponies, three fillies and dragon paced around the waiting room. They stiffened when they heard Fluttershy's scream.

"What are they doing to her?!" Pinkie Pie squealed.

"I'm sure she's fine," Twilight said calmly.

When Dr. Stable entered the room, the duchess jumped out of her seat.

"Is she still alive?!" she asked frantically.

The doctor laughed. "Fluttershy has successfully given birth to a healthy baby girl and is going to be fine."

Every pony gasped.

"A girl?" Pinkie repeated. "This is fantastic!"

"Wait," Rarity said. "What does it look like?"

Fluttershy sobbed into her husband's chest.

"She's okay my queen, just small. She's okay."

"I only got to hold her for a second..."

Discord needed to distract her, keep her mind off of her filly in the NICU.

Discord scratched his head. "She looks so…normal."

The infant was an earth pony with a pink coat and bounding curls of purple and white hair on her head.

"Isn't that what you wanted?" Fluttershy sniffled. "You said you didn't want our child to be judged by her looks like you were."

"Yeah, but…how will people know she's ours?"

The pegasus lay in thought. "I don't think it matters dear, she's ours, and..."

Discord held her hoof. "If we're loud enough with our pride, ponies will know."

Fluttershy chuckled. "Y'know, I've got an earth pony grandma on my Dad's side. I guess the genes just skipped mine and my dad's generations."

Weeks later, NICU visiting hours.

"It's mine alright!" He bent down and tickled the infant. Her eyes were bright spirals with no pupils. "Cootchie-cootchie-coo!" The baby let out a laugh as she attempted to squirm away from the delightful torture. "Aw, look at her! Isn't she just an adorable little screwball?" His face lit up. "That's it! We'll call her Screwball!... If you want to, that is."

Fluttershy smiled as she caressed her baby through the glass. "Of course, it's perfect."

"Nah, but that's why it's good."

"Which one is it?!" Pinkie demanded, eagerly pressing her face against the window of the nursery.

"The one in the middle," Nurse Sweetheart said, pointing.

The ponies turned their attention to the pink foal sucking on her hoof.

"she's…" Rainbow speculated, "…normal."

Screwball then opened her swirly eyes.

"Never mind."

Every pony jumped as Discord appeared behind them. "I know, isn't she precious? We named her Screwball!"

"How lovely," Rarity cooed.

"Aw, she's so cute!" Pinkie squeaked.

"We had another that day. Nurse Sweetheart explained, "from a Miz Muffins. Maybe you know her?"

"You mean Derpy?" Rainbow asked. She mumbled, "no one calls her muffins, dude."

The nurse pointed to the cradle beside Screwball's. Lying inside was a gray unicorn with blonde hair. Her eyes were looking in opposite directions.

"That's Derpy's alright," the pegasus confirmed. "What's its name?"

"She called her Dinky," the nurse replied. "Dinky Doo."

Screwball stared in wonder at the large ponies looking at her. She thought they were quite funny, especially the pink one. She then imagined what it would be like to tug on that beautiful poofy hair.

She turned her head as the baby in the crib next to her started crying. She could tell this pony was different from the others because of her eyes, and seemed drawn to her. She wanted her to stop crying and a pacifier suddenly appeared in the unicorn's mouth. The ponies saw this and gasped.

"Celestia save her." Discord said in awe. "Oh, oh not now. Not with the magic..." He grimaced. She was like him, with the problems he would have had at her age.

"A baby with Discord's powers?" Spike uttered.

Twilight shook with anxiety. Or was it excitement at the prospect of a pony with chaotic magic? In any case, she whispered:

"oh boy."

#think fast chucklenuts!!! NON BINARY DISCORD #his pronouns are he/xe/what/how #mlp fim #my little pony friendship is magic #fluttercord #fluttershy #daughter of discord rewritten #discord #applejack #rainbow dash #pinkie pie #twilight sparkle #rarity #chapter 2 #screwball mlp #tw birth

[authornina]

Pie Session: Tyler “Drama” Walker

“Tyler, would you like to do some breathing exercises?” 

“My name not no fuckin’ Tyler!” 

“You gave me permission in the beginning of our session to call you by your first name.” 

“No, I didn’t.” 

“Okay,” Dr. Pie realized what happened. “What would you like me to call you?” 

“Dra...maaaaaaa...” he emphasized sarcastically.

“My apologies, Drama. You seem a little upset.” 

“I am, I don’t wanna be up in here witchu.” 

“Will thinks we can work on your anger together.” 

“I ain’t got no anger. This shit court ordered because they wanna put me back in the box.”

“Box?” 

“You know what the fuck I’m talkin’ bout!” Tyler, well, Drama shouted. “Just like them muhfuckas!”  

“Who, Drama? Who am I like?”

“All my doctors. They think I’m crazy.” 

“I don’t think you are.” 

“You don’t?” 

“Nope, I believe you are dealing with some things on the inside that we can try and resolve together.” 

Drama closed his eyes doing the breathing exercises they worked on before. Every session started out this way. No matter how many times Dr. Pie saw him, they went through the same course of interaction with one another before actually getting into their session. 

He suffered from anterograde amnesia. He easily forgot his daily routines, thoughts, conversations and a slew of other things. If his attention wasn’t on one thing for more than thirty seconds to a minute, it became a distant memory. It caused him to develop dissociative identity disorder which was why he quickly went from Tyler to his alternative personality, “Drama.” 

“How is Paige, Drama?” 

“The fuck am I supposed to know? Ask that nigga,” he pointed his thumb to the empty space next to him. 

“Who is he?”

“Paige daddy!” 

“My apologies, may I ask his name?” 

“Tyler, what the fuck? Pie, please stop actin’ like a dickhead.” 

“Now that wasn’t very nice, Drama.” 

“My fault,” he laughed with his fist to his mouth. “But you always askin’ me about his kid.” 

“I thought she was your daughter?” 

“Nah, I took a DNA test, she wasn’t mine.” 

“How did Tiana handle that news?” 

“I mean, she knew what it was when her hoe ass opened her legs.”

“What does Tyler say?” 

“Ask himmmmmm...” 

Dr. Pie stared at her patient for a few seconds, his brown brooding eyes boring into hers. He was going blank, so she had to hurry and try to bring who he was originally back before all thought was lost. 

“Tyler...” she attempted and the body who shared two personalities shifted in his seat slightly while blinking rapidly.

“Hm?” 

“I asked how Paige is doing.” 

“Oh she good,” Tyler answered. “I was allowed to see her this past weekend and we went to the park; I took her to the store. They don’t really let me do much with her.” 

“How does that make you feel?” 

“I don’t know, I mean...it doesn’t feel good that people around me think I’d hurt my own daughter. I wouldn’t, I love her.” 

“I’m sure you do. How is everything going with Noella?” 

“Man...” Tyler smiled boyishly, stretching his long legs. “That girl is something else.” 

“Really? How so?” 

“The way she suck my dick...I ain’t ever had it like that before.” 

“Drama?”

“It’s me,” he smiled but his was much more menacing than the kind and gentle one Tyler displayed seconds ago.

“Have you been sleeping with Tyler’s girlfriend?” 

“Every chance I get. Her ass was too fat for me to pass up. His bitch ass don’t know what to do with all that.” 

“I don’t think that’s very honest of you. Don’t you think he’d be upset about that?” 

“What he gon’ do?” 

“I think whenever you get a chance, you need to apologize to him.” 

“Yea right, I will do no such thing. He the reason we in all this shit in the first place.” 

“All what shit?” 

“Here with you, in and out of hospitals, he the reason Will don’t trust me.”

“I thought Will stopped trusting you because you lied, Drama.” 

“So! I can’t get a little attention from his ass too? He only love Tyler.” 

“He’s Tyler’s father.” 

“Then who the fuck is my parents?” 

“We don’t need to use that language.”

“Who are my parents?” 

“Would you like me to be honest?” 

“Yes.” 

“Drama, you are manifested in the mind of Tyler. You don’t have any parents.” 

“Fuck you, Pie! Straight up! The fuck kinda therapist tell people some shit like that?!” 

“I’m only being honest with you just like we talked about from the beginning.” 

“Well honest these nuts,” Drama stood up. “I’m gone!” he stormed out of the office. “The fuck you bring me here for Will?!” 

Dr. Pie heard him start to engage in an argument with Tyler’s father. She got up and went into the waiting area. 

“Man,” Will didn’t even acknowledge him seeing as his son was not currently present. “Is he done?” he asked, looking past “Drama,” to Dr. Pie.

“I suppose, he’s a bit on the edge today. This is our third switch.” 

“See how y’all talk like I’m not even here?” 

“Nigga because you not!” Will shouted.

“Okay Mr. Walker, remember how we talked about handling Drama here when he’s angry.” 

“I ain’t got time for this shit today!” 

“Nigga, neither do I!” Drama yelled at Will. “This why I can’t fuck witchu now!” 

Will exhaled trying to remember that past this persona he could not stand one bit, his son rested, almost in a sleep state. He hated this Drama character Tyler took on. At first when it happened, Will thought it was a joke until he saw the nigga in action. He had to be convinced by several doctors and finally Dr. Pie confirming his son’s “split personality disorder.” 

Let’s go, nigga,” Will told him.

“I’ll see you later, Pie Pie,” Drama waved, giving her spirit fingers with a devious smirk.

[lemonbooties]

3. Blood Oath | Choso ੭﹕ ̊ ̟ ꒷꒦

by lemonbooties

Find my work on AO3, Wattpad and Quotev here!

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Chapter 3. Revelation

You weren’t sure how to respond to Yuji’s question. How could you tell someone who grew up alongside you that your parents, who he knew very well, were dead? So you deflected. “Me?” You sniggered. “What are you doing here, Yuji?” You didn’t want to pull away in fear that Yuji would see your flushed cheeks and swollen eyes but you knew you couldn’t stay wrapped around him forever.

Before he could respond, someone cleared their throat. You both looked towards the source of the noise and the white hair man, who you’d barely even noticed before, gave a small wave. He was strangely wearing a blindfold and you wondered how he even knew you were there. “Hi, yes, hate to interrupt. You must be L/N.” You were going to confirm but he didn’t give you a chance to. “I’m Gojo Satoru, your newwwwww teacher!” He exclaimed while striking a stupid pose. You were not amused.

“Oh, and that’s Megumi. Fushiguro.” He pointed aimlessly in the direction of the dark haired boy. When you looked, you realized he was the same boy you had seen chase after Yuji yesterday. The one who gave you both a stank face. He looked very annoyed at Gojo’s excitement and like he very much would rather be anywhere but here. Honestly, it was a sentiment you shared at this moment.

“Anyway!” Gojo clapped his hands. “We’re going on a field trip tomorrow! We’re going to be picking up the fourth first-year! So make sure you kids rest up!” With that he left, offering no further explanation. You and that Megumi boy sighed after Gojo left, both obviously happy that he was gone. You turned to Yuji.

“So? Are you going to tell me what’s going on?” You heard a door slam behind you and saw that Megumi was gone. You didn’t get why he was so gloomy but you really didn’t care. I mean, you just met the guy and he already gave you the stank eye yesterday. No thanks.

You and Yuji decided you would go to your room to talk. Yuji wasted no time flopping on your bed, like he used to, and going on about what had happened. “So, grandpa died.” You covered your mouth to suppress a gasp. It hurt but you had hurt too much just in the last 24 hours, you had to push it down and decided to contemplate your own mortality later on when you were alone. You couldn’t let Yuji catch on that you were upset, he needed you.

You inched closer to your new bed where he was laying on his stomach with a pillow shoved under his chest. You rubbed circles with your thumb on Yuji’s arm, attempting to console him, something you had never done since he was always so bright and cheery. However, you had both known this was coming, Choso knew and accepted it long before he told you two. He had a habit of trying to protect you two from the harsh reality of the world. How ironic considering what just happened to both of your families and the fact that Choso was not here at all.

Yuji continued his story about what happened. He apparently ate a finger that contained a powerful curse and it granted him the ability to see curses. Whatever that meant. He also fought a curse and went on a little rendezvous with the blindfold guy from earlier. Yuji laughed a little as he explained how he had to receive the Principal’s permission to join Jujutsu High and fought some weird animated stuffed animals. So that’s the business Yaga needed to attend to. Things were finally starting to make a little bit of sense but you still didn’t get what jujutsu was or what curses were. And where the hell was Choso?

When you tried to ask him what all of this meant, Yuji was just as confused as you. So, you asked him where his brother was. “Oh, Choso?” He scratched the back of his head. “He stayed behind to deal with our belongings and grandpa’s… stuff.” You could sense that Yuji was in pain, he was way more somber than you’d ever seen him. He normally had so much energy that you would almost need to tie him down if you wanted him to sit still. You hated to see him like this and you knew he’d hate to see you in pain, like you were this morning. You wanted to wait as long as possible before telling him about your parents.

“Oh, I forgot the most important part, Y/N.” You turned to look at Yuji and saw a mouth on his face. You scrambled back, a slight scream making its way out of your throat before you could suppress it. “Yuji, what the actual fuck is that?!” You squealed. He frowned a bit but before he could speak, the mouth spoke for him.

“Another weakling!” It yelled, laughing. “How pathetic! Is this really your friend, brat?” Yuji covered the mouth with his hand, muffling it slightly but you could still hear the… thing raging under it. “Annoying, isn’t he?” He laughed nervously. You asked him again what that was, less freaked out after seeing Yuji was mostly calm and not scared. As if this was normal. “He’s the curse I ate, his name is Ryomen Sukuna.” He paused. “He kind of lives in me now, I guess.” With that, Yuji explained his execution terms, thankfully with no input from Sukuna, and your heart sank. You really were going to lose everyone.

Your head was reeling. Your parents, Yuji’s grandfather and Yuji… the only one left was Choso. “Does Choso know all of this?” You asked and Yuji sat up, shaking his head, gripping the pillow to him. “No, not yet. I didn’t want to tell him over the phone, especially since grandpa-” You sighed. “I know.” You both sat in silence, both processing all of the information.

“Yuji?” You asked. He was blankly staring ahead before looking at you, immediately smiling. You knew it wasn’t his real smile, but it was a good imitation. He hummed in acknowledgment. “Did you know anything about curses and jujutsu before today?” He thought for a moment before shrugging, “No, I don’t think so.”

Something wasn’t adding up. How had you both been affected by something so otherworldly in the same night? There had to be a connection somewhere. Something you weren’t seeing or something you both didn’t know, yet. Yuji kept staring at you while you thought things through. However, you were focused, trying so hard to think of what the common thread could be.

As far as you knew, your parents were once jujutsu sorcerers, or at the very least, your father was. You had put this together from what he said before he died and Yaga’s language last night seemed to suggest he knew your father as a sorcerer. You had figured out from what little you had been told that jujutsu sorcerers use a cursed technique. That was your theory. Something made your dad quit though.

You wracked your brain for what else your father or Yaga had said. Then, you remembered. Your father’s words echoed through your mind and you stood quickly, startling Yuji. You quickly fished a notebook you had seen earlier out of one of the bags Yaga pcked and grabbed a pen from the same bag. You wrote your father’s words on the page and looked. This was the key.

You hadn’t even realized Yuji was behind you until he began to read the page. “I even suppressed his offspring’s cursed technique for 15 years? I allowed them to play with my daughter, putting her in danger her whole life? What does that mean, Y/N?” He asked. You closed the notebook.

You turned to look at your best friend, someone you grew up with. Someone you had been “allowed” to play with. It couldn’t be talking about him, could it? You decided you wouldn’t allow yourself to think that, not until you had spoken to Yaga and learned more about your father. You knew you couldn’t hold off on telling Yuji anymore so you turned to him, tears already starting to well in your eyes. “Yuji, I haven’t told you something but, it’s kind of important.” With that, you finally told Yuji what happened to your parents.

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Yuji took the news better than you expected. You suspected it was the same reason you were even still functional at all; you needed answers. You could mourn your parents in private but in public, you would need to be absorbing every bit of information you could. Yaga had some of the answers you needed but he wouldn’t have all of them so you decided to suck it up and figure out what’s going on and why all of this happened to you and your friends.

When you finished telling Yuji everything you knew so far, he comforted you before excusing himself. You saw a look in his eyes you hadn’t seen before and knew he was on the same page as you. Answers first, mourn later.

Outside your window, a warm summer night fell, getting darker by the minute. Your room was a bit cooler which was nice. You remembered Gojo’s words from earlier about getting rest. You figured you might as well start to get ready for bed. Silently thanking this weird school for individual bathrooms and your own space, you quickly took a shower. Yaga had thankfully grabbed you some toiletries and it took all of your strength not to cry when you noticed a few of the things were actually your mother’s.

After getting out of the shower, you rummaged through the bags and found suitable pajamas. You slipped on a pair of pajama shorts and a random t-shirt. You walked over to the bed and sat on the edge. You’re not going to cry. You can’t. You needed something to distract your mind, to not spiral into overthinking and blaming yourself.

You grabbed your phone off of your new nightstand before turning it on. This was the first moment of somewhat peace you’ve had all day and therefore, the first chance you’ve had to check your phone. There were a few messages from classmates ranging from asking if you’re okay to asking if you needed notes from today’s class. You decided it was probably best you didn’t answer them right now as you now knew you probably weren’t going back to that school. You would stay at Jujutsu Tech until you got answers.

You scrolled through the numerous notifications before seeing a text from Choso. There was a lot. You always stayed off your phone during study time so you honestly hadn’t been on your phone since right after dinner last night. The first text was a simple hey, which was sent while you and Yuji were still at your club meetings yesterday. Then, it was a somber few texts telling you what happened with their grandpa. Next, increasingly frantic texts asking if you were okay, what was happening, why weren’t you answering. The last of these texts made your heart throb. “Y/N, who’s at your house? Where are you?”

A tear plopped on the screen and it slowly rolled down the display as you continued reading. You started checking your call logs against the text times and saw that Choso had been blowing up your phone the entire night, in between texts and didn’t stop until earlier today. The last few texts were just asking where you were over and over and then the final text, a simple “please call me, Y/N. I just want to make sure you’re okay. I’m sorry if I upset you…”

You set your phone down and buried your face in your hands. You felt sick. You should have gotten ahold of Choso, or at least told Yuji to tell him you were okay. Again, you were only worried about yourself. You grabbed your phone and dialed the all-too-familiar number.

The tone kept ringing through your ear and it eventually clicked and you heard Choso’s voicemail message. You left a brief message letting him know that you were okay and asked him to call you back when he could and so you could explain everything. Once you cut the call, you finally laid down on your bed. You stared at the ceiling, trying to force your mind to stop going a mile a minute.

Eventually, you faded off into sleep.

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Chapter 1 | 2 | 3 | 4

#choso #choso kamo #choso x reader #f!reader #fanfic #fanfiction #female reader #jjk #jjk choso #jjk fanfic

[quordleona03]

"AfterMASH, only like the Golden Girls, Max and Charles and Francis sharing a house..."

@topshelf2112-blog

Written for fun, but I thought you'd like it. Does it count as a work in progress if I have no idea how to take it further?

At work, Charles Emerson Winchester never answered his own phone. At home, he always did: Honoria loathed answering a telephone call unless she knew and loved who was calling, and Max was still, even after five months as their beloved guest, quite shy of taking calls - unsurprisingly, given some of the callers.

"How did you get this number?" he asked, recognising the voice at the other end of the phone. "Well, thank you, Charles," Pierce said, sounding amused. "Hello to you too. I got your number from Sidney Freedman." "How did he get my number?" Charles demanded in astonishment. "No, never mind, what do you want?" He listened to Pierce's outline of the situation, and then said "And you are not taking him in, why?" "I'd love to," Pierce said, and damn the man, he sounded sincere. "Sidney and my dad and my sponsor all say I can't take in a man who's something like two weeks into sobriety when I've only been sober eight months myself."

"That... aspect had not occurred to me," Charles said.

"Well, there it is. I know you offered Klinger a home - " "That is entirely different - "

"I sure hope so," Pierce said, sounding far too knowing for Charles' taste. "The only thing is - you'll have to clear the house out of booze." "Cognac is not booze," Charles said. He regretted it as he heard Pierce draw in a sharp breath, half anger, half pain. "Of course," he said, before Pierce could put words to either - "Max no longer drinks: Honoria and I will clear our cellar. When are we to expect him?" "Thank you," Pierce said, and sighed. "I got a phone call from his sister, they're releasing him Friday. I got permission to drive him over to your place. Ah - where is your place? Or do we just go to Beacon Hill and yell 'Winchester'?"

Charles gave him the address.

"Thanks. We should arrive in time for lunch. Don't worry, I don't expect you to feed me."

"I expect we might be able to provide you with a sandwich."

"Thanks, Charles," Pierce said.

Charles went through to the sitting-room, where Honoria was reading. "That was Doctor Pierce."

"Hawkeye?" Honoria sounded delighted. Far too delighted. "Is he p-paying us a visit?" "A brief one, on Friday, for lunch. But, it appears we have to make a decision about our parents' ultimatum."

"I th-thought we h-had another m-month?" Honoria's stutter got worse. Their parents were now among the group of people Honoria knew but did not love.

In a few words, Charles concisely outlined what Pierce had told him. "I didn't feel that I could refuse."

"Of c-course not," Honoria said. "Max and I will make up the other guest room."

"I think we should make a final decision," Charles said. "Our parents have already made clear what they feel about Max. I am quite certain that taking in another 4077 refugee will only exacerbate their venom. We may as well move now as later - especially as our guest will need quiet and continuity."

Honoria looked around the room. They had both lived here since Honoria was eighteen. The house had been built originally for a Winchester widow, in the 1890s: it had been modernised, and Charles had claimed it for his own residence when Honoria turned eighteen. It was more her home than his, for all the official position of their parents was that they had granted it to Charles, and Honoria kept house for him - though staff from the larger family house did most of the work.

"Of course, you could remain here," Charles said. "It's my guests that our parents find so obnoxious."

Honoria made a sudden, frantic, shushing motion with her hand. Charles blinked at her.

Max Klinger was standing behind him. He looked at Charles very sadly for a long moment. "Y'didn't tell me your parents were giving me ultimatums about me, Major."

"Of course not," Charles said. "You are my guest, Max."

"You just said your parents find me 'obnoxious'. What's supposed to happen in a month?"

Charles looked down his nose. "Nothing that need concern you, Max, unless you have a fear of sea air. Honoria and I had been discussing a long stay in a cottage that was left to her personally on her twenty-fifth birthday." "It's l-lovely, Max," Honoria said. "We ha-haven't stayed there since Ch-charles went to K-Korea, b-b-but, y-ou w-w-will come w-w-w-ith us, w-on't you?" She got to the end of the sentence, and looked up at Max doubtfully.

"Sure, if you want me to, Nori," Max said, having waited like Charles for her to finish. "But what is it that's supposed to happen next month?"

"My parents gave me an ultimatum," Charles said. "I intend to answer it. Doctor Pierce is visiting us briefly on Friday, with Father Mulcahy - he is apparently in need of a quiet place to stay for the next few months. Honoria, has no one stayed in the cottage since 1950? What sort of state is it in?"

"I imagine it'll be quite unprovisioned," Honoria agreed. "Perhaps Max wouldn't mind helping us set it up for a long stay?"

"For Father Mulcahy?" Max said, checking.

"For all four of us," Charles said. "Assuming you still wish to be bothered by us."

#mash tv #mashposting #afterMASH #Francis Mulcahy #Max Klinger #Charles Emerson Winchester #Honoria Winchester #my wips #mash fanfic #stateofintegrity #max x charles #mulcahy's afterMASH alcoholism #would not go away overnight

[candypopangel]

eddie munson with an asian s/o headcanons

(based off of my experiences as a SEAsian american girl + what i hear from a lot of other AAPI) also made this kinda vague so it could be more inclusive :') and sorry if this is underwhelming LMFAOOAODKSDJJWJD

content warnings: includes parental pressure and swearing, lots of fluff, tiny angst but lots of comfort, eddie my bare minimum king🙏

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-first time you came over to his trailer you began taking your shoes off and he looked at you like you grew an extra arm or something

-"uhhh, you can keep your shoes on, cutie"

-"eds, i can't dirty the floor with my shoes!"

-"'s already dirty, sweetheart. don't worry about it"

-picture you internally panicking

-'true... who knows what kind of shit is on this floor... do i wear shoes or not?!???'

-ANYWAY

-vice versa, when he first came over to your place he just followed suit, neatly putting his shoes aside as you gave him house slippers to wear

-never not giving him something when you visit

-"my parents tell me to never show up empty handed so... here's these lemons from our backyard...um...maybe wayne could use them?" you mumble all flustered and avoiding eye contact because you think it's a little silly

-him being totally confused in the beginning but appreciates the sentiment

-and it's kind of awkward for you when you explain the things you do cuz, well, it's describing your norms in detail

-but he's genuinely curious and eager to learn!!!

-you being shy to share cultural food with him, since you'd get teased for bringing it to school

-as long as it tastes good to him he does not care

-and even if it's not his taste he's never a dick about it

-teaching him to WASH HIS RICE and using the finger method to measure the water when using a rice cooker😭😭

-"wait, eds do you...do you wash your rice?"

-"are you supposed to...?" he furrows his brows

-que internal crying

-you share childhood snacks with him and he absolutely loves it

-(he DEVOURS those little fruit jellies) (he chokes on them)

-will ask if you have the strawberry flavored hard candies on you sometimes

-will kiss you (with permission) to get a taste of whatever candy you're eating and he'll make a little game where he tries to guess the flavor

-if you use chopsticks to eat i feel like it wouldn't take long for him to get it down since he's a guitarist and (cough) good with his hands

-either that or he cannot pick the food up whatsoever

-he's very tempted to stab the food when he's struggling.

-if you use your hand to eat i'm gonna be honest he may think it feels a little odd to do at first

-and you're like "you do know that you always wash your hands before and after right?" "oh, right"

-(i doubt these characters wash their hands often and most def touch anything/everything without second thought)

-he thinks it's convenient tho! and it makes the food taste better ;)

-and when he catches a cold–immediately tiger balm/vicks vapor rub and other home remedies

-you bring it to him and he's like "what are u putting on me." then u shush him, rub it on, and his mind is blown

-"WOAAHHHH WHAT??? THIS HAS CHANGED MY LIFE" *inhales it*

-you make him comfort food and various soups 😢🫶 (he always eats it up)

-SPEAKING OF TIGERS HE LOVES THE HEAVY ASS BLANKETS W/ THE PRINTS ON THEM WHEN IT'S COLD

-the weight....it calms his constantly racing mind :'(....

-perfect blanket to sleep under when you two make a pillow fort

-LOVES SEEING U IN TRADITIONAL CLOTHING

-he has such a big smile on his face as he tells you to do a little spin for him >:'d

-"you look perfect, sweetheart", he says, awestruck - WAHHHHGHHHH

-cutting up fruits/bringing it to him when he's deep in concentration as a silent reminder to take a break, whether it's studying for mrs o'donnell's class or learning a judas priest song on the guitar

-(idek if he eats fruits, i feel like he eats like shit but you try to give him nutrients😭)

-telling him not to sleep with wet hair or he'll wake up with a migraine + other various superstitions

-idk if this happens to you guys, but i'll cuss in my native language when i'm mad

-"where the fuck is the can opener? i swear i just saw it! insert native expletive"

-"what?"

-"oh, it means fuck your mom"

-"ah, good to know"

-and that's how you teach him little tidbits of your language — having it slip out in daily conversation

-he'll remember all of it :( like you could respond to him in your mother tongue out of nowhere and SOMEHOW he'll understand it (or at least pick out a few words and get the gist of it)

-"something about going to the...store? later? did i get that right?" [he's doing his little tongue quirk and smiling in classic eddie munson fashion]

-"how the fuck" 😭

-i'm not sure he'd be too good with pronunciation though...LOOL he'll stick to understanding a few things

-in a modern au, he'd love bubble tea and likes adding green apple popping boba like a heathen

-his regular is brown sugar milk tea w/ boba but proceeds to bounce off the walls in the following hours

-is always there to catch you when your parents' pressure and expectations pile up a little too much

-while he knows he can't stand up to them, it frustrates him to no end because he knows damn well you're giving more than your best to please them

-rather than be like "fuck your parents" cuz that is extremely disrespectful to say to your face (and he now knows to respect his elders) he'll prioritize you and your feelings

-doesn't hesitate to reassure you and remind you that you're more than what your parents see

-(bare minimum gentleman🥺)

-you're like lowkey afraid of your parents seeing him too though

-not that you're embarrassed, dear god no, it's just that your parents have certain standards

-and eddie's repeat years, numerous absences, and "unruly" appearance would totally result in them forcing you to stop seeing him

-but whatever because what they don't know won't hurt them

-results in carefully sneaking him into your room and only bringing him over when no one else is home #rebellious

-but he makes you feel like the happiest person alive so doesn't matter

-bottom line sweetest man ever, does not judge and is open to trying new things :') will always love you for you. best white boy of the year

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wahhhh thank you for reading, i'm so SHYYY LMFAOOO i hope this was okay😭 if i'm super serious i'm so motivated to write a fic with the song your best american girl by mitski + this man cuz pain hahaaa!!!!!

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x gn!reader #eddie munson x poc reader #eddie munson headcanons #eddie munson fluff #stranger things headcanons

[bewithm3]

Bts reaction to getting filmed by another member with our permission (maknae line plus namjoon)

•warning⚠️,18+,smut,porn

-Namjoon(bf)-jungkook(filmer)

Namjoon and you were a sex positive couple and jungkook was a curious young teen who was 15 and want to have sex so badly but didn’t know how too.

One night you and namjoon were reading but then you felt him tuning you upper thigh causing you to look up at him and smile causing him to smirk. Then he started rubbing your clit and you got in his lap and y’all were passionately making out and he started kissing all down your body and he started eating you out. You were moaning loud and this prompted namjoon to choke you and say “ princess you got to be quiet for daddy so jungkook doesn’t hear he’s just a kid”

You quiet down then a few minutes later he slips his dick in you after a few minutes of him fucking you, you see a camera of a phone and signal namjoon and tell him and he throws on a pair of boxers and you put on your robe and go out to find out who filmed it.

After interviewing everyone you both find it was jungkook who has been alone all night. Namjoon busts in and yells “alright you little perve why were you videoing me and Y/N”

Then jungkook breaks in to tears and you both chill and comfort him and ask him why he videoed you both

Namjoon-why did you video us you know if that gets out we all could never be idols

Jungkook-I was trying to learn how to have sex

Namjoon- your a little young so pls delete that and never do that again

Jungkook- yes sir

Jimin(bf)drunk jimin(filmer)

You are used to Jimin doing stupid things while underaged drinking but tonight took a turn for the worst he got so hammered that he had the idea to film while you striped down for him and gave him a blow job

So you walk in the room to find a drunk Jimin and he tells you to strip for him so you do bc you wanna have sex and he starts recording with out you knowing or consent so you strip slowly and cat crawl to him and start giving you a blow job

While blowing him you take off his shirt and find he a body cam and he was recording

You yell at him” Jimin wtf you could ruin me who’s watching that and why would you do that? Do you not love me?”

Jimin-“ of course I love you”

You take the cam and destroy it and love on him and forgive his drunken mistake

Taehyung(bf)-jungkook(filmer)

Here’s so back ground info jungkook is 15 and young plus very hormonal and curious so he wants to know how to have sex

You and Tae were playing and abt to have sex when jungkook talks to Tae for a second and secretly leaves his phone recording the both of you

The next day you were put incharge of baby sitting jungkook but you didn’t know jungkook liked you alot and you were only 2 years apart.

You are minding your own business watching tv in the living room wearing short jean shorts and hoodie plus you had curves bc you were from America. And jungkook comes in and says “hey baby girl have sex with me!”

You- you laugh then realizing he was serious you say “your serious?”

Jungkook-“yeah”

You were shocked and you said “and why would I do that I’m not single”

Jungkook-bc of this video that I have copies of and have uploaded to the cloud

You were shocked to see a video of you and Tae fucking from yesterday and you yell at jungkook and say “ wtf you better take that off your phone or else I’m telling Tae you little perv”

Jungkook - smirks and says “go ahead”

So you did and you called him and explained and he rushed home quickly and yelled at him and told his parents then conforted you

Jungkook(bf)-Tae(filmer)

Tae had always had a crush on you and you knew and he alway would hit on you and try to get you to leave jungkook for him bc he was older and had a bigger dick And only one of those were true.

You were 16 and jungkook was 15 and Tae was 17

So you and jungkook we’re finally ready to have sex but jungkook shared a room with Jin and the only one who slept alone was Tae and you wanted to surprise jungkook with this so you talked to Tae

You- hey Tae I was wondering if jungkook and I could use your room tonight

Tae- oh ok

You- really

Tae- yeah now give daddy a kiss

You did bc you were so excited but little did you know that Tae has a trick plan after you were loud and had hot sex the night. Before you went to the kitchen alone and while you were in the fridge Tae appeared behind you and said “ like from this angle and position” and proceeded to smack your ass

You-“wtf fuck Tae I’m not yours and I will never be”

Tae-“it’s Tae daddy to you and never say never unless you want to end your boyfriends career”

You-“wdym”

Tae-“just watch “

He showed a video of the two of you fucking and said I’ll delete it if you have sex with me. You knew that you didn’t want to ruin the image of Tae for jungkook bc jungkook looked up to him so you did and as promised he did delete it but he never did that again bc he only did it bc he was despressed

A few year later jungkook was on Taes phone and found the last copy of that video and was pissec but you stopped him from beating the shit out of Tae and tae apologizing to both of you

#bts smut #bts fanfic #bts #bts jimin #bts jungkook #bts namjoon #bts taehyung

[kpophusband]

How I Feel in Love with Lisa

(Lisa Manoban x OC)

How I feel in love with Lalisa Manoban and how I became her husband is a mystery within itself. When I first met her, it was during one of her group’s monthly visits to a local dance club that proud itself on discretion for celebrities. It was Rosé that drew me to Lisa at first, seeing Rosé quite risqué with a tall fellow, who at first seemed gentlemanly before his true colors were revealed. The fellow was getting quite touchy feely and when she had enough, Rosé tried to move on, but he wouldn’t let go. When I approached them and to intervene, Lisa came out of nowhere and punched him. He went to strike her when I grabbed him by the arm and dragged him outside. When I came back inside, Rosé and Lisa thanked me and asked me to join them. What I didn’t know was when they said join them, they meant join them as well as Jisoo and Jennie in a hotel room and have a fivesome as a thank you. After a few weeks, I received a call from Lisa, who wanted another ‘date’ with me and that what started our relationship.

First it was the Physical Love; I feel in love with her body, the way she moved as she danced; either it was on stage in concerts, in dance clubs we would visit or in her apartment she shared with the girls. While some people prefer bigger breasts, but Lisa’s were perfect for her body as well as her height and that goes with her legs and ass. The way her legs and her ass are shaped from dancing that they are perfect. The way her hands felt within my own hand when we held them or tangled in my hair as she kissed me with those full lips of hers.

Then there was the Sexual Love; the way she always loved to walk around the apartment nude and crawl on all fours towards me whenever I was laying in bed. as it shakes her ass as she went and the tightness of it as it’s wrapped around my member while my hands grab it . Those same hands as they gripped my hair as I ate her out and also gripped around my shaft, the same shaft her full lips that feel amazing wrapped around. Don’t get me started on the fact that we were in a somewhat open relationship. She had a set number of men she could fuck and would ask for permission when she was out of the country and she was okay with me continuing with fucking her Blackpink Sisters and then fucking her fellow Thai Sisters; Minnie of (g)i-dle and Sorn, formerly of CLC when they found out about me. While I enjoy fucking Minnie and Sorn, it’s the BP girls and especially Lisa that I love fucking more.

And finally the Emotional Love; when I see her with her Blackpink or her Thai sisters, I see the love of Sisterhood, when she’s looking after her pets; I see the look of parental love and with her family the bond of familial love. I didn’t realize I actually feel in love with her until one night in bed; as I was thrusting inside of her tight pussy with her magnificent legs wrapped around me and her hands digging into my neck and back of my skull. And as she let out a breathy breath and her pussy gripped me as she reached her peak, she said “I Love You Y/N”. When she said it, I stated to thrust and pound her the fastest I ever have before and as I reached my own peak, I said the same thing in her ear.

Our Marriage isn’t what you would think; we’re not actually married. It was about two years after we got together, when I joked about it after one of various sessions we had in bed. Lisa looked over the me with a smile and responded with “sure, why not?” I gave a bewildered look as Lisa had said early on that marriage wasn’t something she was looking for, but when she saw my face, she just laughed and said “We don’t have to actually be married, just claim that we are.” And to prove that she was serious, she told me that she was willing to stop sleeping with the other men she was fucking. When I replied that I was okay never sleeping with her BP members and Thai sisters, she just slapped my chest playfully and laughed. “You don’t have to stop fucking them, I’m just saying that I am okay with just being fucked by you. Besides, I’m pretty sure Jennie and Rosé would kill me if I them they had to stop fucking you. Jisoo would probably be okay with it, now that she’s dating Bo Hyun and doesn’t want to mess it up.”

#blackpink #blackpink lisa #blackpink lisa smut

[lazuli-writes]

Outtakes - 25 quotes from the Silver Quartet

summary: 25 random quotes from each member of the Silver Quartet.

genre: angst / fluff / humor

estimated word count: 1400 words

a/n: Just trying to get back into writing more. I have so much stuff for this series, but I’m struggling to refine it. Here’s a droplet fic for Slytherin’s resident four horsemen. Remember folks, copying other people’s works is plagiarism and that’s illegal. Don’t be that kind of person. Anyways, hope you all enjoy it :)

©little-lazuli. Do not copy, repost, or translate without permission

Tracey

“Areyougoinhtoeatthat?”

“It must be the galleons talking.”

“We’re like a failed Monty Python.”

“If having half the prat-blood you have makes me less than, than I’ll happily be less than.”

“So the beast wouldn’t attack any of us, right… just asking.”

“You filthy barbarian, fish and chips are a DELICACY! What are you, AMERICAN?!”

“What would your mum do if we were to break the uncooked pasta noodles?”

“Fun fact: I don’t care.”

“There’s enough oil in Snape’s hair to satisfy the needs of English fish frying for at least a decade.”

“I’m a witch, not a prophet.”

“I will strike down upon thee with great vengeance and furio- not a single one of you know which film I’m quoting right now.”

“Banoffee pie was a gift from the heavens.”

“Oh please, by the time we reach your age Professor, I’m sure at least one of us will have made a name for ourselves other than being stuck in a castle teaching delinquents the refined arts of magical cooking.”

“Run Theo! Run” *cue the laughter as she watches Theo run from being disciplined by Bartholomew Greengrass.

“I want the skeletons. Oh and the jewelry please!!”

“It’s almost as if I don’t care.”

“Daph, you’re forgetting the fact that Ron and Theo share the same braincell… Wait… I forgot you don’t know what a brain cell is.”

“Mutually assured destruction. Truce?”

“What crawled up her butt and died?”

“Oui oui” “Tracey I am Italian, NOT FRENCH!” “Yeah yeah whatever.”

“That’s a lot of deathies. They would probably need multiple Potters going separate ways to possibly make an escape.”

“Ron you’d be Ginger Spice, Daphne you’d be Posh Spice, Theo is Baby Spice and of course I’d be Scary Spice-“ “why can’t I be sporty spicy” “because you can’t even say their name correctly Theo.”

“Do you think you’ll find something as perfect as they did?”

“Over the hills and a long way off…”

“Theo… I’ll be with you soon…”

Daphne

“So the first place you choose to hide is in a room with dead bodies?”

“She looks like the love child of a troll and a fairy.”

“Stupid mirror.”

“Ronald, why is our potion pink?”

“Father is gonna kill you two for going into the chamber you know…”

“You. Ate. My. Cauldron. Cakes.”

“You tell Ron anything and I WILL tell Tracey how you find her lips very interesting lately.”

“For a dirty stray, he does kind of look like Falkor.”

“You won’t look like that when you get old, right Ron?”

“So blue is out of the question. I guess the typical silver would look nice.”

“Do you think he found u-AHHHHHHH!”

“All I know is that I lay claim to any and all dresses, cloaks, shawls and the likes. Any clothes in this room is MINE.”

“A quintaped has five limbs.”

“Harpy, veela, vulture… same thing.”

“He’s more of a man than you will ever be.”

“It was Theo and Ron’s idea.”

“He had the breath of a damn merling!”

“You gave my parents the greatest gift they could have ever gotten in that moment… hope that their daughters… their family will survive this war. You gave them hope.”

“Not even death can dispute my love for you, Ronald Bilius Weasley. I would be blessed to be able to call you my love, my partner, my friend and my husband for eternity. By these vows… I declare, I do.”

“I think insanity is a social construct. We may think he’s unhinged beyond compare… but he’s definitely the hero in her world.”

“I killed a child Ron! How can you still look me in the eye and say you love me! HOW?”

“I’ve never killed a mutt before.”

“He asked to take my name. He felt that he had no right to give a name he was deemed unworthy of.”

“It is hard to play a game when you don’t know the rules.”

“Say hello to mother and father for me sis. I’m gonna miss you… so much.”

Theodore

“Why do you look like that?”

“Sectersuper?” “Sectum—sempra” “shut up Weasley.”

“Auntie!! Daphne and Tracey are breaking the pasta noodles!”

“You have troll breath.”

“You didn’t have to do that. You’re not bad Weasley. Not bad at all.”

“I would have called him a filthy spawn of inbreeding but then… that would have also… applied… to-“ “SHUT UP THEO!” “What, it’s the truth Daph!”

“Oh yes, because the lion is the most amazing creature in the world. *eye roll* When a lion talks and starts killing witches and wizards, talk to me then Weasel.”

“I didn’t mean for Malfoy to call you Weasel. Accident, truly it was!”

“Why are you always staring at Ron?”

“Why would he think he even had a chance with Trace?! He looks like the love child of a hag and a house elf.”

“I’m telling you my dear cousin, that Malfoy has been staring at Ronald’s bottom almost as much as he was staring at yours.”

“I’m gonna be a rich man!!” “You already are a rich man Theo.” “Then I’m gonna be an even richer man!! I call dibs on all weapons!!”

“I don’t know why!! I was too busy saving your sister to think ‘oh how much money is this worth’.”

“It’s not my fault you failed to save mother.”

“God save the witches and wizards.”

“I’m not staring at Tracey you imbecile!”

“You cannot be both annoying and lacking magical prowess. Please pick one failure to endure.”

“If you must know, banoffee pie is actually scrumptious. If you are going to advertise your lack of taste, please do so away from my presence.”

“Why do we have to go back to Ron’s old bat of an aunt? She’s so mean.”

“If you wanna be my friend… you gotta get with my… other friends.” “Horrible rendition sporty spicy.” “Shut up Ron!!”

“I wanna live in a small cottage when I choose to settle down. I want a place surrounded and engulfed by all of my favorite plants.”

“Still got troll breath I see.”

“I wish I could see what is it you see every time you look at me Trace.”

“I love her. So damn much.”

“DON’T YOU TOUCH HER!!!”

Ronald

“Do you have an eye problem?”

“Theo has a bag of bezoars for a brain.”

“Daphne will kill us if she knows what we’re doing and Tracey will laugh at us if we get hurt. I already know.”

“Stupid mirror.”

“You hear that Tracey, us peasants mustn’t talk anymore.”

“Do you think Snape has a pet under that robe? He always smells.”

“Potter, Granger and Longbottom seem to have this obsession with all things ‘not their business’ that it’s actually quite funny at times.”

“Me and you remember Valentine’s Day very differently.”

“Bill and Charlie ran away the first chance they got. Percy has a superiority complex, Fred is sadistic. George just thinks Fred’s farts smell amazing, and Ginny has this weird habit of hero worshipping people who aren’t heroes.”

“Theo… could you think of anything else other than… her.” “Shove off and stay out of my head Ron.”

“Bloody bint… that thing is worse than Snape…” “Ron that was a quintaped.” “An ugly one at that!”

“Some of my family has this… belief that I’ve been ingenuous about my character. When really, they just don’t seem to understand me all that much.”

“I.. don’t know… I can’t find the words to tell you how I’m feeling Daph.”

“Muggles do have the big boom booms. What are they called again? Nookies?” “Nukes Ron.” “Oh.”

“How do you think she’ll kill us for leaving? Do you think she’ll really castrate me?”

“You want to… marry me? Why?”

“Auntie, if you turn me away now, I’m literally gonna slap you with my hand.” *proceeds to wave his amputated arm, much to the silent horror of Muriel Prewett*

“There will never be a second in this lifetime or the next, that I will ever stop loving you Daphne. You bless me with the honor of being able to call you mine and I yours. By these vows I declare, I do.”

“Still sour about the Manor Lady Lestrange? If it’s any consolation, your husband’s wand works wonderfully.”

“I mean I could… but why would I want to do that Daph?”

“All I ever wanted was to be a real Weasley, dad. And I fucked that up the moment that hat screamed Slytherin.”

“And now we are both here. Rotting in Azkaban. Yet only one of us has any chance of leaving.”

“You what?” “I gave birth Ron.” “. . .You were pregnant?”

“This is your grandma and grandpa. That’s your aunties Tracey and Tori, and your funny uncle Theo.”

“Daphne did you hear!! Albus is a Slytherin HAHAHAHAHAH I can’t wait to shove that in Ginny and Harry’s face.”

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From YahuShua HaMashiach, Our Lord and Savior ✉️

REGARDING THE CELEBRATION OF CHRISTMAS - Rooted deeply in paganism! Abomination in the eyes of God!

“Thus says The Lord: Most assuredly, I say to you, any and all rituals which are rooted in paganism are an abomination in the eyes of God! And all who place My name upon them, or do them by permission in My name, have surely taken the name of The Lord in vain! I know many say they celebrate this holiday in loving memory of My earthly birth, yet on this day I did not come into the world by way of water and blood. For that day and hour remains unknown to you, nor do you understand. For you cast off knowledge, and refuse to honor the appointed times which The Father commanded you to keep holy and remember.[1] Thus My people are indeed destroyed for lack of knowledge, as it is written.[2]

How long shall you mar My image before the people?! How long shall My name be blasphemed Because of you, O churches of men?!...

How long shall you commit adultery with the Harlot and revel in the idolatries of the pagan?! How long shall you remain married to this world And all its fornications against God?!...

Again I tell you, ALL religions, religious rituals And celebrations, rooted deeply in paganism, Are an abomination in the eyes of The Most High God!

Well did My servant Sha’ul (also known as Paul) prophesy of you, saying: In the latter days some will depart from the faith, giving heed to deceiving spirits and doctrines of demons, speaking lies in hypocrisy, having their consciences seared as with a hot iron.[3] And well did he prophesy of this generation, saying: Men will be lovers of themselves, lovers of money, boasters, proud blasphemers, disobedient to parents, unthankful, unholy, unloving, unforgiving, slanderers, without self-control, brutal, despisers of good, traitors, headstrong, haughty, lovers of pleasure rather than lovers of God, having a form of godliness but denying the power thereof[4]. Therefore, woe to all who celebrate this detestable holiday of men! Woe, I say to you! And three times woe, to all who do so in MY name! Hypocrites! Workers of idolatry! You are a perverse people who do always take the name of The Lord in vain! Yet I hear you saying, “But we only seek to honor You, Lord, in any and all ways.” Yet I ask you, how can we be one if your heart belongs to another?[5] And how does reveling in those things I hate honor Me? I tell you the truth, all who love this world more than Me are not worthy of Me! And all who honor the ways of the harlot dishonor Me and shall share in her judgment! And ALL, who revel in the ways of the pagan, have cast their lot with satan! Or have you never read these Scriptures: You can not drink the cup of The Lord and the cup of demons; you can not partake of The Lord’s table and of the table of demons?![6]

Indeed, what do all these things have to do with Me? Why do you decorate the tree? Is it not beautiful as it is? And why do you decorate your house? A household, which seeks to honor Me, has no need of worldly decorations. For in humility, set apart, shall you shine forth. And why do you give worldly gifts in My name? Am I not The Gift, He who ascended on high, He who led captivity captive and gave gifts to men?[7]Therefore receive of Me, of all I offer, and be separate. For in following My ways do you give gifts to Me and to each other, even to all those around you, for the gifts I bring endure forever. Therefore, again I ask you, what matter these things of the world and men, which shall soon pass away? Yet you say, “All these things are a metaphor and a testament to You, Lord.” Yet I tell you, anything which comes from sin is sin; do not do it! Tear down all these whitewashed walls of abomination, and do only as The Word of God instructs! For the season of giving is each and every day, and the season of love is every day, every hour, every minute, every moment of your life lived in Me. So then, share My gifts and withhold not; lift up the poor in spirit and feed the hungry, help the needy and comfort the sick, doing so in My name. Yet do not do as the pagans do, for this is sin. Be completely separate and shun these perverse holidays of men; stop breaking My Commandments! You wish to celebrate My name and My earthly birth, do so; yea, bring glory to My name by your obedience, set apart. You wish to enjoy festivals with your family, do so; I have given you seven.[8] And in these seven is wisdom and understanding, the very mind of God, revelation beyond words, the will of God made manifest. Yet no more do as the pagans and false teachers would have you do. Cast off this holiday; throw away your tree and lights, rid your house of all decorations, turn away from these filthy traditions. Honor Me as I truly am, obey the Scriptures, and turn away from the commandments of men.

Know this: The Salvation Day of Men is four-fold...

It was ordained before the foundation of the world, Fulfilled at My birth, finished at My death on the cross, And solidified eternally upon My resurrection...

I AM THE LORD.” [1]↑ See: "Regarding The Holy Days" [2]↑ Hosea 4:6 [3]↑ 1 Timothy 4:1-2 [4]↑ 2 Timothy 3:2-5 [5]↑ See: "Regarding 'Another Messiah'" [6] ↑ 1 Corinthians 10:21 [7]↑ Ephesians 4:8 [8]↑ See: "Regarding The Holy Days"

*Also See: - REGARDING THE HOLY DAYS *Regarding the Holidays of Men - Video Playlist: https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLSVchFJ22QYLJhtHtmuwOWMi6LOpYKaKO

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12/18/2022 DAB Chronological Transcription

1 Timothy 1-6

Welcome to Daily Audio Bible Chronological Today is the 18th day of December. I'm Jill. Welcome. So good to be here with you on this final week together of our time through the Bible in chronological order for this year, and then China will lead you home, home to the finish line next week. Today we are reading first Timothy, chapters one through six. And this week we are reading in the Common English Bible one Timothy, chapter one from Paul.

Prayer:

Father, we thank you for your word. We thank you for this start of something brand new here today as we also walk in the juxtaposition of walking these final days out together, individually, collectively and in community. What an amazing journey that it's been. And I pray that as we walk towards the finish line of completion through your word that we would remember the journey, remember the course that we're on, that we would stay focused, that we would stay open to whatever you would want to speak to us, whatever you would want to do in us, among us and through us. We thank you that you are with us, yet you are still here, very present. And I pray that we would all believe that truth, that you are present always, always with us, and you have no intention of leaving anytime soon. We're so grateful. We look ahead to this week and we give it to you, lay it at your feet, and give you permission to do all that you want to say, speak and change within us. We love you, we worship you. We give you all glory, all praise, all honor of everything good and right that is us. We pray this now in the name of the Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit. Amen.

Announcements:

Looking forward to an incredible week together as this final week of my time with you comes to a close this year. I'm Jill. Until then, love one another.

Community Prayer Line:

Hi DABC family. This is Tiffany from New York. I'm just calling in today because I am 38 weeks pregnant and my husband and I are going to be first time parents. As you can imagine, there's a lot going on, a lot of stress, anxiety and excitement. So if you could just be praying for both of us that God equips us with all that we have need of in this season of our lives where there's a lot of transition going on, we would just appreciate that so much. Thank you all and praying for you all. Bye. 

Hey, everyone. This is Wrapped in his Grace from Chicago. I was behind for a good while and now I'm caught up, and I just want to say how encouraged I am by everyone and specifically by kingdom seeker Daniel and lady of Victory. Over the summer, the Lord gave me a dream about you all and I had no idea what you all were going through, but he mentioned you all by name of my dream. And I had called in. I don't think it ever got plead, but I'm just rejoicing with the Lord of what he's done in your life and I want to pray over you all. Thank you so much for Kingdom Seeker Daniel and Lady of Victory. Thank you, Lord, that you have brought him a mighty long way and you've been gracious to him even for what he shared on the recent podcast. But I also want to thank you so much for lady of Victory and how you're carrying her through this impossible, unimaginable grief that she's still experiencing at the loss of her son. I pray that as this Christmas season comes, that she would lament and grieve and fill your comfort. But I also pray that you would draw Kingdom Seeker Daniel and Lady of Victory closer and that you would show them what you can do deeply in their marriage after all these years, that you would even exceed their expectations beyond what they could ever ask or think. In the darkness, Lord I'm praying that you would do this in the darkness of their grief and them going through such a hard year, being separated and coming back together. I just pray that you would continue to blow their mind with redemption and wash them and redeem them and make them whole, Lord. And I just lift these things up to you in Jesus name.

Hi. This is Carissa from California. I don't usually call in, but I felt the Lord leading me to call in and just offer up a word of encouragement to anyone who may be struggling with anything when they feel like life is just too hard and they may feel like giving up. I just want to encourage you to not give up and to know that you are loved. God loves you. We here in this community, we all love you, we're all praying for you and your life matters. You deserve to be here. You are fearfully and wonderfully made. God took the time to knit you together in your mother's wool, but you're here for a reason. And just be encouraged and know that this is all temporary. It's hard now, but it won't last forever. And just be encouraged. That's all I wanted to say. I hope you guys have a wonderful day and a wonderful a full week. Bye.