#I want papa to give me a hug and tell me I’m doing good

[starlightoru-gojo]

You already accepted the moment you said ‘yes’ to be in a relationship with Satoru Gojo that you won’t be always the priority. He is a busy man, he has a lot of priorities on his shoulders, you know how heavy the responsibilities were given to him unapologetically because he was named as the strongest. He’s just also a victim a the circumstances. During your relationship, Satoru missed a lot of important dates be it anniversaries, your birthday or even his yet you just always shrugged it off and tell him “It’s okay, Satoru. I understand.” Despite that, you choose to marry him because you love the man so much. You already know what you applied for, really. But, maybe, years of your patience snapped. You can’t just forgive him this time, now when it’s your son’s birthday and he’s not there.

The party’s over and no papa showed up. You organized everything with him yet he’s out of sight.

You looked at the remnants of the party, balloons everywhere, stickers and toys that are on the floor. It’s pretty messy. You started cleaning after all you can’t be tired not when your 2 year old son is helping you clean. You start by pulling out the ceiling decorations and then the walls. Your son is picking up toys and putting it in a box. You already talked him out to just let you do the work but is stubborn just like that. “Babe, let mama clean, okay?” You said grabbing the designs off the wall, you baby just looked up and smile at you then to the front door “Papa home?” Your eyes wide in shock while he looked at you with hopeful eyes. You climbed down the ladder you’ve been using to picked up your son. He yawned when you kneeled in-front of him. “You’re waiting for Papa?” He just nod and rub his watery eyes from lack of sleep. Your heart aches so you just hugged him just to give him comfort or just maybe for you too. You can’t really forgive Satoru this time. “Uhm maybe tomorrow? Go to sleep, I’ll wake you up when Papa’s here.”

Your son choose to sleep on the couch because you are washing the dishes and wants to looked at you or more like guard you. He is very protective of you, just like his father. But seeing his small figure curled in the sofa makes you melt and soft.

“Acting like a man, are you?” You pinch his chubby cheek, staring at your handsome son. You sat on the floor mat, watching your precious meat bun. His cheeks looked like xiaolongbao. Lifting him carefully, you carry your son who adjusted himself on you hugging your neck. You cooed, you’re about to walk upstairs when your front door opened. You stared at Satoru who just walked in with tons of gift in his hands. He looked at you apologetically and you just leave him there.

“Hey… babe-“ he grab your waist before you can even walk further.

“Not right now. Don’t even start, Satoru.” You calmly said but with full of conviction. Satoru looked at you with his pleading eyes.

“Okay. Just let me carry my son, please.” Your heart ache, clenching your jaw. You don’t know, but you just suddenly became very protective of your son that you just walk out in front of his father.

“Babe, please…” Satoru followed you upstairs pleading but you’re just furious just by looking at him. You can’t just forgive him just because you let him every time. Tucking your son on his bed and kissed his forehead and whispered a sweet good night. Satoru watched you did all of it. He knew he messed up and you’re easy when it comes to your son. You both quietly move out the room but Satoru immediately talk.

“Y/n.” grabbing your hand to stop you from walking away. Your home was lightly illuminated, serene and quiet, it was over all peaceful but your heart isn’t. You just looked at him with indifference that made Satoru flinch.

“You promised, Satoru.” You coldly said.

“I know. And I’m sorry,” He said with pain in his chest. It wasn’t his intention, he was about to go home when things just haywire, he could have just leave the mission but the higher ups will just not let it that way. “It’s wasn’t my intention. Babe, you know I would never do that to my son—“

“But, you did. I let you off every time, accepted your apologies, you could even leave us a message that you trapped in some far away land! You know what, just be clear with us! I openly accepted that I am not the priority but not with my son, Satoru. This was not the first time you let him hanging—“ your tears fell remembering how your son would wait in your front door because his father promised he would bring him sweets and was meet with nothing. “Just… don’t make promises you won’t fulfill, Satoru. Don’t hurt him anymore.”

You saw how Satoru opened his mouth to say something but closed it. You let go of his hand, walking towards the living room where you left the cleaning to attend to your son first. Wiping your tears and just focused on the chores.

Satoru followed after picking up the party poppers and carrying the chairs. You’re both silent, minding each other’s business. You can feel Satoru’s gaze and you can’t help but ache you don’t want this but you’re just angry right bow. Satoru’s the one who finished grabbing the designs on the ceiling, you watched him, shoulders slouch and tired eyes. But you shrugged it off, he should know that he just hit your limit. His carrying boxes while your just wiping some stains on the floor when you heard small steps scurrying.

“Papa!” You and Satoru immediately looked at the little one slowly going down stairs. Satoru who is about to carry a big box stopped and looked at you. You watch him but teared off your eyes when you saw how your son excitedly run towards his father. You watched how Satoru deal with his son.

Kneeling in front of your son, Satoru, watched him closely, apologizing or whatever you can see in his eyes yet his son was looking at him with glimmer in his eyes. Satoru gulped trying so hard to stop his tears.

“Happy birthday, big boy.” You can hear Satoru’s strained voice, his eyes water and you looked away. “I’m sorry if Papa was not here, earlier.” Satoru hugged his son, apologizing. Your son just hugged his father back with a confused look on his face.

“Papa gift?”

You scoffed. Both Satoru and your son looked at you. Two pairs of beautiful blue eyes are watching you closely. You chuckle while wiping your tears walking towards your boys. For all the things that happened the only thing that matters is his gift.

You snatched your son away and jokingly squinting at Satoru on the ground. “Where’s your son’s gift?”

[puuuders]

Papa encouragement

[pynkfairyheart]

pairings: Onyankopon x black reader

warnings: fluffy, suggestive ending

inspired by this vid

Promise

“Ony” you called out as you walked into your shared home.

“In here” he called from the kitchen.

“Hi baby” you cheesed as you walked up behind him, your arms wrapping around his bare torso.

“Hi, mama” he lifted an arm, shifting his body so he leaned against the counter. Enveloping you into his arms so he stared down at you. “How was your day, baby?” he scanned your face.

“It was good” you sang. “It was a lil busy at the salon today, but I had a cancellation so I jus did my nails instead. look.'' you put your hand in front of his face. your long square shaped nails filled with gold sparkles and gold charms.

“They look pretty, baby. You’re so talented” he grabbed your hand admiring your work.

“Yeah? Plus, they go super well with the promise ring you got me” you smiled, your eyes looking up at him with pure adoration.

“They do” he chuckled, as he adjusted the ring he got for you last year when you started dating.

“Can’t believe i’ve had this for a year” you looked at your hand.

“You hinting you ready for me to get down on one knee? Cause if that’s the case just give me a month to have everything ready nd I got you mama” he smirked, pulling you closer so your bodies were touching.

“No that’s not what i’m hinting. m’just saying it’s probably time for me to get you one.”

“You should, I think I should get one. Whatchu think?” he held up his bare hand with a smirk.

“Yeah? Want me to get you one?” you smiled.

“Nah youn gotta get me one ma, I mean you can if you want to, but you don’t need to spend any money on one. we can wait til our wedding” he shrugged.

“Or I can just give it to you now” you said just above a whisper. pulling out a black velvet box, you gently place it into his hand. taking a step back to gauge his reaction. “Open it, baby” you whispered when he just stared at the box.

“What is this ma?” he looked up, his voice brittle.

“Just open it baby” you said softly.

With a shaky breath and even shakier hands, he opened the box. Inside a gold band with a rose engraved into it

“I wanted it to match mine, but if you want, we can make some alterations” you tried to see his face, your nerves rising as you watched him put the ring on. heart hammering as you watched him clench his hand into a fist.

“No this is perfect” his voice was raspy as he stared down at his hand.

“Baby?” you cautiously walked up to him. your hands gently caressing his face as he finally raised his head to meet your eyes. “Oh papa” you whispered as you pressed a gentle kiss to his lips. wiping away the tears that fell from his eyes. “It’s okay, baby” you soothed him, as you looked at the tight grip his teeth had on his bottom lip. “It's okay to cry” you hugged him tightly.

“This is…I don’t even know what to say princess. thank you” he sniffled bringing you into a hug once again.

“Of course, baby.” you sighed. “Look now we’re matching” you held up your conjoined hands. “Ain’t gon be able to tell us shit” you giggled.

“Nah they definitely not” he laughed along with you. “Ion know how im ever gonna be able to repay you mama” he shook his head, admiring the ring you got him.

“You don’t have to repay me Ony. I just wanted to visibly express my love to you pa.”

“I know, I know, it’s just…no one’s ever done this before. loved me the way you do.”

“Aww, well im glad to be the first” you pouted.

“First and last” he smirked. “Now I know you said I didn't have to repay you” his hands traveled down to her thighs.

“But i'd love to show you another way of how much I appreciate you.”

okayyy first fic everrrrr nd if anyone reads this please please pleaseeee give feedback, i am open to constructive criticism. also isnt that video just so cute<333 I've been thinking about it for so long

[starkwlkr]

hi i love your writing, i have a request could you imagine where ruby talks about being in love with a friend from school, and charles and ruby's uncles are protective and jealous and y/n laugh at the whole situation

the L word | charles leclerc

“Maman, when did you know you were in love?”

Y/n thought it was such a serious question for an eight year old to ask, but she answered the question anyway.

“Well the first time—”

“You can be in love more than once?”

Y/n chuckled and nodded. “Yes, Ruby, you can. Some people fall in love once, and other don’t.”

“Why?” The girl asked.

“It’s just how life is.”

That stuck with Ruby for a while. Her mother explained the concept of love to her. For being an eight year old, Ruby understood it quite well until she asked if being in love automatically means that you had to marry that person.

“Um . . Not necessarily. Not everyone that’s in love married each other.” Y/n explained.

“Why? They love each other. You and papa love each other and you’re married.” She stated.

“Well not everyone wants to get married. And it doesn’t really work like that. For example, I love you and Mathéo—”

“Don’t forget about Floppy.” Ruby interrupted.

“And Floppy, yes,” Y/n chuckled as the mentioned of the stuffed bunny. “I love my friends and family too. Do you get it?”

Ruby slowly nodded. “I think so. But maman, can I tell you something?”

“Of course, what is it?”

“I think I’m in love.”

Y/n kept Ruby’s secret until Charles made it back to Monaco for the Grand Prix. Ruby had told her mother about her crush on a classmate from her piano class. Y/n thought it was adorable that her daughter had a crush unlike Charles who thought it was the end of the world.

“She’s too young! She’s my baby!” Charles spoke with Y/n as he got ready for the day. The Monaco Grand Prix was in a few days and he was already stressing about the race, now he had more to stress about.

“She’s eight, Charles. It’s just a little crush. You never had crushes as a kid?” Y/n asked, as she started to make the bed.

“I didn’t care about girls back then, I was too focused on racing.” He admitted. Y/n the stopped what she was doing and stared at him until he said the truth. “Okay, I had one crush, but she didn’t like me back! She liked some boy who stole my favorite pen from school.”

“Poor you.” Y/n chuckled then walked to the bathroom to start doing her hair, Charles walked in with her.

“But now I have the best wife who gave me the best children ever and hopefully she’ll give me more . .” Charles kissed his wife’s cheek repeatedly.

“Keep dreaming, Perceval. Maybe in the future. If we have more, imagine how you’re going to be when they start dating.”

“Oh god.”

After getting ready, the couple and the kids made it to the paddock. Usually, Ruby was energetic and loud, but her behavior that day changed. She was quiet and stayed with her mother holding her hand. When they walked into the Ferrari garage, Carlos was shocked to see a calm Ruby.

“Is she sick?” Carlos asked the parents.

“No, she’s fine she’s just nervous.” Y/n replied.

“Nervous for Charles or Ferrari?”

Charles rolled his eyes. “Actually, she’s nervous for herself. The boy she has a crush on is coming to watch the race, which I’m not happy about so can we please talk about something else?”

“She has a crush? No, she’s too young!” Carlos whisper yelled.

“That’s what I said! Thank you!” Charles brought his teammate in for a hug.

“Unbelievable, come on kids. Let’s go find Aunt Kika.”

By the time it was time to do interviews, the whole grid seemed to know about Ruby’s crush and each of them reacted similar to Charles and Carlos. Since Ruby’s first paddock appearance, the grid loved her. She had them wrapped around her finger and they didn’t mind one bit.

“What’s his name? How old is he? Do I know his parents? Where does he live?”

“Calm down, Pierre, they’re eight.”

“I need to know who my niece likes! What if he’s not good enough for her? Ruby deserves the world.” Pierre told Y/n as the family and a couple of drivers sat in the Ferrari hospitality.

“They’re eight. Why are all of you on Charles’ side? They’re kids, they’re not going to get married tomorrow.” Kika added.

“I’m not on papa’s side. I’m here for ice cream!” Mathéo said as he continued eating the frozen treat.

“Thank you, Théo. Keep eating, baby.” Y/n kissed her son’s cheek.

“There’s a percentage of people that end up marrying the person they met in their childhood. Ruby could fall into that category.” Charles stated.

“You sound ridiculous right now. I don’t think that’s a bad thing. It’s cute, my childhood crush moved away to Canada or something.” Y/n said casually.

“Is it Lance?” Lando questioned.

“Mate, she said he moved to Canada, I’m pretty sure Lance was born there.” Carlos told Lando.

“Anyways . . . I suggest we keep Ruby in the Ferrari garage at all times then when the race finishes, we take her straight home and we all live happily ever after.” Charles proposed.

“Yeah, that seems dumb. But good luck finding her, she’s been with the boy from her piano class this whole time we’ve been talking. I think Fred is giving them a tour of the garage last I heard.”

[ferrstappen]

let me take care of it l LN4

a/n: this was inspired by the gorgeous gorgeous scene of K-mag and his daughter 💘 also, this is ALL OVER THE PLACE bc I wrote it on my phone in like 15 min but still hope you like it💘 I’ll also update dad max tomorrow 💘

summary: when papa isn’t feeling his best, baby Norris knows what she has to do.

Lando wasn’t feeling his best and everyone could see it; it didn’t matter what anyone said, whether it was his dad, mum, sisters, Zak, Oscar, even you… he couldn’t stop being so harsh on himself that every person on the paddock wanted to lay his back and tell him to catch a break, he still is one of the best.

Your arrival to Abu Dhabi has been one worthy of the last race of the season, the private flight full of the Norris family, from the little ones to the in laws, with your parents chatting and laughing with Lando’s mum as they took turns to hold Amalia.

Everything was going great, really, but as the weekend started rolling and after quali, his smile faltered, face hardened, bringing himself down for some mistake.

So you made sure the hotel room had everything he needed, left Amalia sleeping on the crib while you picked his race day boxers, McLaren tshirt and joggers, so he could just throw his body to the bed and fall asleep.

“Do you want to talk about it?” You asked him as he settled his body in front of yours, not even asking to be the little spoon.

“No, but I just want tomorrow to be over so we can go home and be alone, you know?” His voice came out muffled by the pillow and your arm. “The only thing I want is to get home and start decorating for Christmas, Amy’s first Christmas… that’s all I want,”

“Okay then, let’s focus on that,” kissing his shoulder, you noticed his breathing slowing down.

Amalia Norris was a known face around the paddock, even if she couldn’t speak or even walk, she greeted everyone with a quick movement of her hand and happy squeal, depending on who it was.

Now, she had big things to protect her ears from all the sounds, Lando’s helmet and gloves in front of her and just as she was about to reach for the gloves and get scolded by you, Lando appeared with his usual smile, chest buffing at the sight of his two girls cheering him on, both wearing papaya.

“Do you want to help me get ready for the car, bubba?” Lando asked his daughter and she clapped her hands, giggling, almost as if she was trying to say something but couldn’t. “Okay, gloves please,”

Lando supposed it was going to be a show but no, his daughter had a concentrated look on her face as her small hands grabbed the glove and put it on Lando’s hand, repeating the action.

Before putting on the helmet, Lando picked her up, giving her a tight hug and loudly kissing her cheek just to fill his ears with her melodic laugh, the only fuel he needed. He closed his eyes while her hands grabbed both of his cheeks to get him closer and leave a kiss on his forehead, and in that moment Lando thought he was capable to give up the last race of the season just for this moment to never end.

“I think you need the helmet, huh?” You reminded the pair, taking Amalia from your boyfriend’s arms.

Lando gave you a quick peck on the lips before putting on the helmet, adjusting it until it was perfect, but there was one last detail.

“Visor, baby,” Lando pointed at it and Amalia carefully closed it, now he was ready.

“Good luck, daddy!” You told him as you noticed people were looking for him.

“Daddy? I thought in public it was papa,” he cheekily added, making you blush.

“Shut up, go get second place!” You joked before blowing him a kiss.

“I’m only thinking about our Christmas tree, baby. I love you both.”

[cameronspecial]

good morning, good afternoon or good night depending on the time you see this . Excuse my English, I'm using the translator.I wanted to ask for an imagine about dad Rafe, where his son (Theo/Luca or whatever name you prefer) besides being jealous of his mother (not letting Rafe give him kisses, pushing him so they don't hug, etc.) at his young age He starts calling Rafe "Rafe" instead of "Papa", I think it would be a nice imagine

Oedipus Rex

Pairing: Dad! Rafe Cameron x Reader

Warnings: Jealous Rafe.

Pronouns: She/Her

Word Count: 0.6K

A/N: This is a great idea and don't worry, your English is great!

Masterlist

Theo is the love and entire world of Rafe’s life, along with Y/N of course. However, right now, all Rafe wants to do is force his son to stay in his room. Not because his son is being bad, but because Rafe is jealous of the child. Y/N’s eyes are on the TV while Theo is snuggled under her arm. For the past three minutes, Rafe has been trying to sit on her other side so he can watch with her, but every time he steps closer, Theo’s eyes narrow at his dad. Deciding to ignore his son’s judgment, he plops down beside his wife and leans over to kiss her. Theo has other plans though, leaving Rafe’s lips to fall on his hand. Rafe’s eyebrows knot together and he groans, sitting back up to continue watching. 

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Y/N has just returned home from work and Rafe goes to greet her. Before he can kiss his wife, tiny footsteps patter past him and Theo throws himself into his mom’s arms. She leans down to pick him up in her arms. Theo peppers his mom's cheek with kisses. The boy pulls back and Rafe goes in to try to kiss his wife; however, Theo’s tiny hand places itself on his dad’s shoulder and pushes him away. “No, my mommy,” he protests, wrapping his arms around his mom’s neck. Rafe looks to her for back up and she only shrugs, “I think he is probably just hangry. Why don’t we get him something to eat?” “Okay. I just think it is unfair that he gets all of your cuddles,” he grumbles, following his family to the kitchen. 

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Rafe has to set his foot down at some point and it is definitely going to be now. When he got out of the bathroom after he finished getting ready from bed, he found Theo in bed with his wife. His son is pressed up against Y/N, cuddling at her side. “I thought he was supposed to be sleeping in his own room now. He’s six. That’s old enough to be sleeping by himself,” Rafe complains. He gets into bed and tries to bring his wife to his side, yet Theo stops him. “No, Rafe. I can only cuddle Mommy.” Hearing his son say his legal name crosses his line. “My name is Papa to you, Theo. I’m your dad, not your friend,” he criticizes, crossing his arms over his chest. Theo ignores his father and falls asleep instead. Once he is sure his son is sleeping, Rafe leans over to whisper in Y/N’s ear, “I don’t like how possessive he is of you.” She giggles with a shake of her head, her fingers lacing through Theo’s hair. “I can think of two reasons why he is acting like this. One. He is going through the phallic stage of Freud’s psychosexual stages, which means he is experiencing the Oedipus complex. He sees you as a threat and wants to replace you. But I think that one is creepy, so my favourite is number two. He is just modelling your possessive behaviour. I told you it was going to bite you in the ass one day,” she rattles off, reminding Rafe of the fact that she has a doctorate in psychology. Annoyance flashes on his face, “Ugh, why does my amazing wife have to be so smart? You did tell me so and I didn’t listen to you, so I’m sorry. If I had known I was teaching him to be a little asshole, then I would’ve listened to you.” She giggles with a shake of her head. “You didn’t just call our son an asshole,” she baffles. Rafe shrugs, “Act like an asshole, get called an asshole. It’s okay though. I’m going to stop being possessive and he’ll stop acting like an asshole. I promise.” She rolls her eyes. “I highly doubt that is going to happen, but whatever you say,” she says, turning to turn the lights off. Rafe copies her actions and lies against his pillow. “Goodnight, I love you,” he bids her. “I love you too, goodnight.”

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[raynehmms]

Being a cheerleader comes with many perks rather they be good or bad. The worst was the unwanted attention it drew from random people.

Before the game you met up with Ony! In your cheer skirt that went just past your ass, sleeveless short cheer shirt with matching red and black bow on her high ponytail. “Mama you look so good.” He looks you up and down as you come around the corner. You give him a twirl showing off your frilly cheer skirt. “Well thank you. You look handsome yourself.” You smile walking up to him and putting your hands and his lower stomach admiring how he looks in his basketball jersey. He smiles down at you and kisses your glossy lips it smearing on his lips. You push his face away playfully agitated at him for messing up your lipgloss that you just applied. “Why would you do that I just fixed it.” “I’m sorry mama they just look so juicy. You know how I feel about your lips.” He holds your waist getting ready to lean in for another one but before that one of his team mates call for him. Them getting ready to go onto the court for warm-ups. Hearing this your hurriedly kiss his cheeks and run away to get to your team yelling back to him “I’ll see you after the game!! Good luck!!”.

After brining them out with you being the first in line and Pom Pom’s raised in the air you take the sidelines starting to cheer not noticing a certain person in the stands looking you up. A certain basketball player takes notice quickly feeling something agitating him in the back of his mind forcing him to look into that direction and follow the dudes eyes landing on you. It didn’t affect him that much until he heard somebody calling you out your name from the stands. “At yo ma shake that shit fo me” That same nigga that was staring you up and down says while pointing at you and dapping up his friends sitting next to him. Him being very loud you herd this and looked at him briefly before blushing out of embarrassment and annoyance.

Now Ony didn’t take this well his teammates seeing his anger cross his face and his start pulling up his shorts the grab him his coach pulling him out the game temporarily. You glance at him using your eyes to tell him to calm down. He meets your eyes nodding your way as his coach lectures him on staying in the game. Eventually they put him back in, his team winning the game after him shooting straight 3’s for the rest of the game.

After the game you rush over to him after you coach talks to your team hugging him and kissing him. “Congrats!! I’m so proud of you papa!!” He wraps his arms around your waist hugging you. “I see you was doing yo shit over there.” “I try.” He looks over your shoulder while you’re talking seeing the nigga that cat called you walking towards y’all. He pushes you behind him standing tall and looking him up and down. “What’s up wit chu bro?” He mean mugs him holding your hand as you stand behind him wondering what going on you step from behind him still holding his hand. “Nun I was looking for shorty next to you.” That random nigga says looking you up and down and licking his lips. ��Nigga you ain’t see me just kiss her? She my girl. So imma ask you again. Whatchu want nigga?” “I just said yo girl. I’m way better than you bum ass nigga.” At this Ony gets mad taking his hind out of yours and pushing you behind him and clenching his fist and stepping up to him “who you callin a bum? Don’t get fucked up over here lil nigga.” The other dude stepped up to “the fuck you gon do?” Next thing you know Ony punches him dead in his face knocking him dead off his feet. Him not stopping he continues until some of his teammates and a few coaches come over separating them both.

During this whole ordeal you were shocked, he has never acted physically agonist somebody in front of you so naturally you didn’t know what to do but back away and try to to get hit while they were fighting. Snapping out of your face you drag Ony away from everyone back near the locker rooms. “Chill out! Relax!” He ignores you walking back and forth still mad as hell and punching his hand. “He lucky they were there or on my momma I would’ve killed that nigga for real.” “Yo relax he not even in here no mo.” You walk up to him not touching him but standing in his line of view, him finally meeting you eyes and his tense body relaxing at seeing your worried expression. “I’m sorry I just could let him keep talking. He know exactly what he was doin I can’t let shit like that slide ma.” “I understand that but this ain’t the place, you know this so your career. What if the coaches kick you off Ony?” “They won’t. They need me don’t worry about that. Are you okay.” He grabs your face crying for any marks or to see if you got hit because you were so close to the fight. “I should be asking you that question.” You push his hands away grabbing his face and inspecting it only seeing a busted lip from one good hit, you touch it gently and he winces. “I’m sorry.” “You good.” “We need to go see the athletic trainer for this. It’s bleeding.” “I’m fine ma really I swear.” You take his hand. “Hell no. Let’s go or imma tell yo momma.” “Ight ight you got it let’s go.”

[ghosty-writes-23]

Incorrect COD Quotes Part. 2

!WARNING!: Suggestive (Slightly spicy) & dark humored content.

Ghosty's Notes: Some of these might be a little suggestive or contain dark humor, so you have been warned, V is my own female OC but can be read as x reader if you prefer that, also thank you so much for the recent support, I was a little hesitant to post these, but seeing how people have been liking them, I promise to make more in the future :)

Thank you for all the support, it means alot❤️

-Ghosty❤️

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V: *is watching Ghost workout with König* “They are so big and so dumb, and one day I'm gonna top them.”

Soap: “you and me both Lass.” 

*both V and Soap highfive*

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Gaz: “I pull women”

Soap: “I pull men.”

V: “i’m gonna pull the fucking trigger in a second.”

Price: *is looking at V horrified*

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*V is in Price’s office after a successful mission*

Price: *pats V on the shoulder* “I'm proud of you kid.”

*Alexia play daddy issues by the neighbourhood*

V: *holds back tears and voices cracks slightly* “T-Thanks sir.”

Price: *processed to give her a papa bear hug gently patting her back*

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Task Force 141 men: *sees V covered in blood, laughing with an almost psychotic grin on her face*

Ghost: *looks at V with almost hearts in his eyes* “I'm gonna marry that woman one day.

Soap: *chuckles* “Not if I do it first.”

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V: *is being help captive by Valeria*

Valeria: *is standing inches away from her face* "tell me everything you know."

V: *giggles like a school girl and would be twirling her fingers in her hair, if her hands weren't tied to the chair* "your eyes are really pretty."

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*Task force 141 + V are at their local pub after a mission well done*

Soap + V: *are sitting at the bar slightly intoxicated* 

Ghost + Price: *are playing a game of pool, but are keeping an eye on the two at the bar*

Soap: *finishes his drink* “I bet you can’t do a wheelie on your motorbike right now.”

V: *gasps and looked at him offended* “I will have you know sergeant, I bet I can, watch me.”

Gaz: *who is the most sober out of the three* “Guys, I don’t think that is a good idea.”

V: *is already pulling out her keys and is slightly stumbling to the door* “Oh please Kyle, what could go wrong.”

Gaz: *is slightly worried she is going to try and actually do it* “maybe you killing yourself for one.”

*Before she makes it out the front door V’s keys are suddenly pulled out of her hand*

Price: “I'm taking these until you are sober.”

V: *pouts but nods*

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*Both V and König are in his room, V has her legs resting comfortably on his broad shoulders as she brushes her fingers through his hair and König is cleaning his knife from his previous mission*

V: “How is your hair so soft?” *keeps running her fingers through it, pouting slightly*

König: *is thankful she can’t see his face at the moment as it would be the same colour as a tomato* “I don’t know.”

V: *smirks slightly to herself, deciding to tease him slightly and gives his hair a soft tug*

König: *lets out a groan like moan before looking up at her his eyes wide*

V: *is smirking widely before placing a kiss on his forehead* “Cute.”

König:

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Price: *takes the task force 141 men + V out on a camping trip*

Gaz: “how much further.” *is close behind Price*

Price: “not that far.” *steps over a fallen log*

V: *rests her head on Ghost shoulder as she is getting a piggyback, because she sprained her ankle standing in a rabbit hole, not even 20 minutes into the camping trip*

Soap: *decides to tease Ghost* “Do you want to switch there L.T, your looking a little tired.”

Ghost: *scoffs quietly under his mask before tightening his grip on V’s thighs slightly* “I’m fine.”

V: *starting humming a tune* “Toss a coin to your witcher, oh valley of plenty”

Ghost: “You watched that TV show with Johnny didn’t you.”

V: *smiles wide and nods* “The song is catchy.”

*By the time they got to the campsite, the whole group was sing toss a coin to your witcher*

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[neurodivergent-fox-demon]

Day 4 - Fall Activities

Eli laughed as he tore apart a piece of garlic bread. “So you went to the Jungle to look for Uncle Jackson and ended up surrounded by drag queens?”

“Yep. They kind of adopted me.” Stiles sighed, jerking his shoulders. “They are a great group of people. That is also the night I tried to tell your grandfather that I was questioning my sexuality but he did not believe me.”

Eli smirked. “Bet he believed you when you married Da.”

“That he did.” Stiles hummed, looking around the small restaurant. They were the only people there and it looked like the staff was trying to close up. “Let's go for a walk.”

Eli nodded, gazing around the table. He had not realized how late it had gotten. “I don’t know. Shouldn’t you get me home?”

He raised an eyebrow at his son. “Do you have a curfew I don’t know about?”

“No, Da believes that I’m old enough to make my own decisions about how late I stay out. But I don’t like making him worry.” Eli smiled at him.

Stiles nodded. “We’ll give him a call. I want to spend a little longer with you.” he ran a hand over his face as he guided his son from the restaurant. “Tell me something I don’t know.”

Eli thought for a moment. He had always had a completely open relationship with his fathers. “Well, I’m a gender nonconformist and I’m asexual. I signed up to compete in the drag competition at this year's harvest festival.”

Stiles chuckled softly. “That sounds like a lot of fun.“ He let out a long breath as they walked down the street. “Not that I’m not 100% supportive, but what does gender nonconformist mean?”

Eli laughed loudly. “Just that I don’t prescribe to societal norms on what a person of a gender should act. I like wearing dresses as much as I like jeans. I like cooking and playing rugby. I hate lacrosse, by the way.”

“Oh, hell, I‘ve know that since you were four and wanted a tinkerbell costume for Halloween.” Stiles laughed. He frowned at his son, shaking his head. “Where did I go wrong? Hating lacrosse should be a mortal sin.”

“I’m no good at it, papa.” Eli groaned. “Unless I use my werewolf strengths, which seems unfair.”

“I’m kidding, Eli.” Stiles smiled. “I wasn’t very good at the sport either. It took being bitten for your uncle Scott to gain any skill at the sport.”

Eli nodded, letting out a long sigh. “I’ve missed you, papa. I’m glad you are moving back to Beacon Hills even if you aren’t reconnecting with Da.”

Stiles sighed, shaking his head. “I’m not sure I can ever fully forgive your father for what happened, but I don’t want you to feel like I’m punishing you for his actions.” He scratched at his beard. “Eli, I’m not angry that your father sacrificed himself for you. I would have done the exact same thing.” He stopped to look into his son’s eyes. “I’m upset because he put himself in that position in the first place, neglected to call me and then gave you to Scott instead of leaving you with your family.” He let out a breath. “He essentially took you away from me. I know it’s been 3 years but it feels like yesterday.”

Eli pulled his father into a hug, letting out a breath. “Why did you never talk to me? You just left.”

Stiles chuckled through a fresh batch of tears. “I did not want to put you in the middle of me and your father. And I figured if your father could discard me so easily, I shouldn’t be here. So, I left.”

Eli shook his head. He really did not want to argue with Stiles. Their night was going so well. “But I needed you here. Do you know how much therapy I needed after the nogitsune? Add losing both of my parents to that. Da died, and you abandoned me.”

Stiles sat in the snow, looking up at his son. “I can never express how I am sorry for my part in all of that crap. I never wanted to live in this town, Eli. I begged your father to come to DC with me and he refused. But I still should not have left you. That is all on me.” He chewed his lip and sighed. “I’d understand if you never forgive me.”

Eli sat next to him, looking up at the stars. “I understand that Beacon Hills sucks, but life is shitty everywhere, papa. Uncle Liam went all the way to Japan with Hikari, and they were still attacked by Mr. Harris.”

Stiles laughed. “Yeah, I still can’t believe that asshole is still alive.” He threw an arm over Eli’s shoulder. “How did you get so wise?”

“Buffy the Vampire Slayer, mostly. You know Uncle Peter is obsessed with the show?” Eli laughed. “But in all honesty, lots of therapy.” He sighed, thinking. “I wanted to hate you for leaving but you never failed to come back anytime I called. It honestly never made sense; you were traveling back and forth.”

“It didn’t need to make sense, Eli. The only thing that ever mattered to me was your safety and happiness.” Stiles sighed. “I’d do anything for you.” He thought for a moment and then pulled a single key from his pocket. “This is yours.”

Eli frowned, taking the key. “What is this for? Grandpa already gave me the jeep.”

Stiles laughed. “Because we got tired of you stealing it.” He ran a hand through his hair. “I bought a small apartment grouping. There are only three units and this key is for yours.”

Eli, shook his head. “Why?”

“Several reasons.” He smiled. “You’re an adult now. You are graduating in half a year and you’ll be going to college. So you’ll be wanting your own space. These apartments will be under your name, so it’s a good investment.”

“What if I don’t want to invest in apartments?” Eli frowned.

Stiles smirked. “Then the ownership reverts back to me, and I’ll just put the money in your trust fund.” He pushed the hair from Eli’s face. “You’re an adult now, and honestly much more responsible than I ever was. I trust you can make your own choices here but for now, you have a place you can escape to.”

Eli hugged him tight. “Thank you, papa.”

“You’re welcome.” Stiles smiled into his shoulder.

🐺

Eli walked into his house and smiled at Derek who was sitting at the fire reading a book. “Hey, Da. What are still doing up.”

Derek looked up from his book. “Couldn’t sleep. I’m kind of itching in my own skin.” He stood up, looking over Eli. “Why are you wet?”

“Papa and I kind of laid in the snow.” He shrugged , holding up the key. “Did you know he bought me an apartment?”

“Yeah, he told me.” Derek chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck. “That's why he was so upset with Peter.”

“What did uncle Peter do this time?” Eli frowned.

Derek chuckled. “Your uncle decided to make sure that all the properties that Stiles looked at were his. Then sold it to him way below market value.” His ears turned pink as he shook his head. “So stiles bought the property with family money, making it look like money laundering.”

Eli started laughing loudly. “When will those two stop fucking with each other?”

“Watch your mouth.” Derek frowned. “And probably never. They enjoy the back and forth too much.” He patted his son on the shoulder. “Get in dry clothes and go to bed. I’ll lock up the house.”

Eli nodded heading up the stairs.

🐺

Lydia stepped into the Washington DC apartment with Stiles. “Wow.” She sighed. “There is nothing here, Stiles. It’s so impersonal.”

Stiles shrugged, placing his few boxes on the table. “I never really saw the point. I went to work and came home. Occasionally I went to visit Isaac in Paris or I went home to visit Eli. All my important possessions are with my dad or Eli.”

Lydia nodded as she began packing dishes. “How bad is it, Stiles?”

“Hmmm?” Stiles frowned as he dug suits out of his small closet. “How bad is what?”

“You’re sick Stiles. I’m not sure how yet, but I can feel it.” Lydia sighed. She had been wanting to ask Stiles about it all week but they had not really been in a good place yet.

Stiles groaned, shaking his head. “It’s nothing a little fresh air can’t fix. I just… all the fighting took a lot out of me. The doctors say I have extreme PTSD. It affected my ability to judge how much alcohol I intook and that affected the health of my liver.”

Lydia sighed, shaking her head. “Dammit, Stiles. You should have come home sooner.” She chewed her lip. “And how long have you been sober?”

Stiles laughed. “Two months. I’m going to be alright.” He pulled a chip from his pocket and tossed it to Lydia. “ I was really good at hiding it. I’ve always been good at hiding things.”

Lydia nodded, looking over the sobriety chip. “Do you have a sponsor back home?”

“Not yet but I’ll find a group.” Stiles shrugged.

“Do Eli and Derek know?” Lydia asked, tilting her head as she handed the chip back to Stiles.

“No, and I really don’t want them to.” He sighed, turning back toward the closet. “My dad knows and they have me on all sorts of medications to deal with the PTSD and depression.”

Lydia laid a hand on his shoulder. “You have to at least tell Eli, Stiles. He deserves to know.”

Stiles shook his head. “What good will it do? He shouldn’t have to worry about me. It’s my job to worry about him.”

“I don’t have an answer for you.” Lydia sighed. “At least you’re coming home.” She pulled her hair back into a ponytail as she got back to work. “Thank you for trusting me.”

“Anytime, Lydia.” He sighed and dug through the closet. He really did not have much but it felt cathartic to pack up this era of his life.

🐺

Peter walked into the house and smiled as he watched Eli. “You should be at the auto shop.”

Eli shrugged. “Malia and I switched shifts. I’m supposed to meet papa at the new apartment in an hour.” He leaned against the counter, pursing his lips. “Why did you help papa get the complex anyway?”

Peter shrugged, sitting at the island. “As I told him, I want to take care of my family. Stiles is not doing too well right now and he needs to be back here with us.” He watched his nephew make a sandwich. “He needs his family and he can’t get that in the capital.”

Eli nodded, looking at the food in front of him. “Why sell him the property so cheaply instead of giving it to him? You’ll get eaten by the taxes.”

Peter smirked. “I know him very well. He would not have taken it. Your father is a proud man, and I have no shame.” He chuckled.

Eli rolled his eyes in typical Hale fashion. “I’m just so confused. Why now and not three years ago?”

“You’ll have to ask Stiles about that. That is not my story to tell.” Peter cleared his throat and lit a cigarette.

“I never get a straight from any of you.” He grumbled as he finished his sandwich. “You always seem to know everything about everyone. How do you manage it?”

“Ah, dear nephew, that is the question. Isn’t it?” Peter chuckled. “That was my job in Talia’s pack, and it has become second nature to me. Keeping secrets is my greatest talent. One day you’ll find a second and that will be his job, keeping your secrets.”

“Papa’s right.” Eli frowned. “You treat our family like the mafia.”

Peter smirked. “A pack is remarkably similar. We hide in the shadows, keep the area safe, make deals with neighboring families, and kill only if we really need to. I may have taken that last point to extreme, once upon a time.”

Eli, chuckled. “That is an understatement. You tried to kill Kate, uncle Chris, and a shit load of other hunters.”

“Yes, well, they set my family on fire. I was out of my mind.” Peter raised a brow at him. “Did your fathers ever tell you how they stopped me?”

“Yeah, malitolve cocktail and they ripped your throat out.” Eli nodded, taking a bite from his sandwich. “You were dead like what, two weeks?”

Peter bobbed his head side to side. “About. And Stiles has not stopped calling me Zombie Wolf since.” He smiled. “And since he threw that cocktail at me, he has not stopped fighting.” He put the cigarette out. “Give Stiles a bit of slack. He’ll let you know that part of himself eventually.”

Eli nodded, raising his brow. “Is that why you’re here?”

Peter nodded. “I’m sure your father has mentioned once or twice that I stick my nose where it doesn’t belong.” He chuckled. “Honestly, how does everyone put up with me.”

“I have no idea.” Eli snarked.

[deathmetalunicorn1]

Kindergarten/Daycare au

pretend marriage

Female child reader and child record of ragnarok characters watching a movie and it comes with a wedding scene

Female child reader: I want those too. I also want a beautiful wedding. What if we played family? (⁠●⁠´▽`⁠●⁠)

Boys think playing family is the same thing as “practicing the future”

-Your eyes were sparkling, watching the end of the movie play where the main characters got married, “It’s so pretty! I want a wedding!”

-The caretakers of the kindergarten class you were in, the Valkyrie Sisters, thought you were adorable, while your fellow classmates were all staring at you before immediately glaring daggers at each other.

-There has been some pretty intense rivalries for your attention here as of late, not only between the gods and the humans, who only wanted you to play with their side of the classroom, but also amongst each other, not wanting to share you with anyone else.

-Loki immediately was holding a toy ring, rushing over, “Marry me Y/N!” the others were quickly outraged, yelling at Loki while you took the ring, putting it on not only the wrong finger, but the wrong hand as you beamed, “Do you want to play wedding?”

-Everyone shouted that they wanted to play with you, which made you smile, oblivious to their reasoning behind their enthusiasm, while the Valkyries were all face-palming, you were too cute for your own good.

-All of your friends were quickly arguing with each other, each of them giving you a ring or a bracelet or necklace, asking you to marry them, and soon you were decked out in lots of play jewelry, a warm smile on your face, “I’m so happy I get to marry all of you now!”

-Goll looked up at her eldest sister, “When should we stop this?” Thrud and Brunnhilde did think it was rather cute, seeing it as children playing before Brunnhilde spoke, “Snack time is right around the corner. Food always distracts them.”

-Food did not distract them.

-When snacks were called they were quickly grabbed and brought over to be a part of the wedding feast as you took turns dancing with each and every one of your classmates.

-When Adam picked you up, you almost knocked out, extremely tired as you hugged him, after the Valkyries helped you take your jewelry off, telling your papa that you got married to all your classmates today and even had a wedding with lots of dancing!

-All of your classmates, even those who had been picked up already, felt a shiver run up their spine, suddenly terrified for some reason.

[formulalfc]

If you can make this a longer fic I would love that😊

Anyways so I’m Italian and I wanna know what it’d be like if an itialian reader was dating Trent like him wanting to learn some Italian words and like the reader cooking pasta almost every night, and Italians normally have big families and like reader is the only girl and had like 4 older brothers and it like scares Trent sometimes

Anyways if you do this I understand 🤍

an- i love this cause i have 4 brothers and everyone i have dated is terrified of them, despite the fact they're younger than me. i don't speak italian tho so i'm super sorry if it's no good! i also went in a crazy direction with this so please lemme know if you want me to do a different part <3

Family Pasta Night

Trent Alexander Arnold x Reader

tw-google translated italian, light swearing i think?

You and Trent had been dating for about 6 months now and despite meeting most of your family members, he had yet to meet your brothers. But with your brother's birthday coming up your mamma had decided to throw a family pasta night for your family.

You were on the way there now, a couple hours early so that you guys could help in the kitchen before everyone else arrived, and your boyfriend's knee was bouncing as he drove.

You tried to calm your boyfriend but nothing seemed to work, he was shy in nature and your brothers were super loud and outgoing but he wanted to make a good impression on them. "Baby, you make me so incredibly happy and they'll love you because I love you and they want me to be happy more than anything and you make me so happy."

He sends you a small smile and gives you a kiss on the cheek in thanks before he climbs out of the car and opens your door for you.

Your mamma greets you when you get there, kisses pressed to both of your cheeks as she ushers you into your childhood home, overjoyed that her baby girl is home and happy to see your boyfriend again. Your mamma loves Trent, they go on coffee dates every other week when you get your nails done, and talk to each other about you.

You guys walk into the kitchen, an apron is presented to both of you before she pulls you over toward the kitchen side. your papa comes in to greet you both quickly before he rushes out to buy some more wine for dinner.

You guys get straight to work, you and your mamma directing Trent on what to do with his task as you guys teach him some different Italian words.

He points at things and you guys tell him the Italian for it, "formaggio" (cheese), "frusta" (whisk), you shake your head as you tell him that pasta is the Italian word for pasta. His cheeks turn bright red as you and your mamma giggle, but you give him a kiss on the cheek as an apology, your mamma doing the same.

You guys spend about an hour in the kitchen making sure everything is ready, your papa had joined you when he got back, turning on some music in the background as he and Trent took turns in twirling you and your mamma around.

By the time you hear the knocks on the door, you all have rosy cheeks from your dancing and the heat of the kitchen. You rush to the door, excited to see your brothers for the first time in months and you swing the door open to see all four of them standing there.

You throw yourself into the arms of your oldest brother as he exclaims, "ciao piccolo!" (hello little one)

Your other brothers join in on the hug, pressing kisses to your hair as they tell you how much they missed you.

As you all pull away from the hug a look of seriousness crosses their faces before one of them asks you where your boyfriend is. You scowl at them and tell them that they will be nice to him or else you'll kick all their asses and then mamma will too.

You lead them through to the dining room where Trent and your parents are laying out the food and walk over to your boyfriend, giving him a reassuring smile and a squeeze to the hand, before you turn and glare at your brothers.

They all shake Trent's hand making sure they eye him down as they introduce themselves, you can tell Trent is nervous but he loves you and is willing to put himself through this if it means you guys can be together.

You made sure to sit your boyfriend in between you and your mamma at dinner so that he wasn't completely overwhelmed by your siblings. You managed to keep the conversation light at dinner, mostly telling your family about recent work projects you were doing and telling them about how good Trent had been playing recently.

The talk of football got your brothers intrigued and they all started chatting about Liverpool's season and how Trent thought the season would end for the team. You and your mamma shared a smile over Trent's head, glad they were getting on with each other.

As dinner came to an end your brother and Trent cleared the table, telling you and your parents to stay at the table for a minute. You and your mamma shared a worried look as they left, both of you quietly whispering to each other as your papa just sat there smiling.

After a few minutes, Trent and your brothers come back in and carry on as if nothing had happened. You looked at Trent in question but he just smiled and asked you if you were ready to go home.

You guys said your goodbyes and headed out the door, promises of pasta night at your house made as you got in the car.

You looked at your boyfriend with a silent question in your eyes, asking if he was okay or if you needed to go back in there and kick some ass. But your boyfriend just gave you a kiss and asked you what pasta you guys should make at the next pasta night.

[coltishcaterpillar]

Unmasked / Platonic!Alastor x Teen! Daughter Reader

Chapter II: Sneaking Suspicion

Summary:

After reading over thirty-one entries, three disturbing pages are brought to light….or the darkness, depending on how Emily wants to look at it.

WARNING: This entire chapter (and probably the next one) depicts a very disturbed, traumatized, paranoid child (who is you, the reader.), who has just lost the person she loved most in the world. A HUGE deterioration in her psyche is seen here.

Look out for: Murder, Mental Illness, Paranoia, Anxiety, Delusions, Cannibalism, etc….

November 12th, 1933

I don’t know what I’m doing anymore, my dear diary. Please, Jesus, please help me find my way back, I’m…I’m shaking relentlessly and the monsters at night won’t leave me alone.

My Pa….he’s not come home in three weeks. I know he will never open that door again, but I wish he would just one last time.

It started with a simple hunting trip. I saw him bringing a large trash bag over his shoulder whilst he was going out, and I just assumed it held his gun and other necessities.

A few hours later, people heard gunshots go off in the area he hunted and now he’s…..

When they opened the bag they found another mangled body….and concluded that my Papa was the serial killer terrorizing New Orleans since 1922.

No, he couldn’t have done anything of the sort. He was a good man. PAPA was a good man. He was. He is.

I read it in the papers…nobody wants to see me anymore. I’ve tried contacting everyone I knew and loved, and they told me to never set foot on their property again, they thought I was involved in this hellish situation!

Anne, James, Elbert, Carol, Mr. Devereaux, Charlotte, Martin…..EVERYBODY has abandoned me!

I wanted to desperately contact Grandma, so I wrote her a series of letters. Her caretaker wrote me a letter back that she went into shock after finding out Pa died, and she’s….well, she’s in Heaven now too.

I just turned sixteen, please. I need my Papa back….my Grandma….

I’ve been in the house surviving off of scraps. I’m afraid to leave again; I don’t want to be shot, I don’t want people coming after me because of what my Papa allegedly did. I’ve lost so much weight, I’m tired, I feel sick….

I’m not ready to be a woman, to grow up, quite yet. I grew up taking things for granted; I thought I would have my family and friends for life. How will I find a job? Will anybody take me in? Can I find a new family?

I’m still here, I’m still here, my dear friend. My beautiful…I’ve not lost my mind, not yet. I’m not crazy, am I? No, no….I’m just….going through some traumatic moments!

I’m hungry….

My stomach is hurting so bad, I’m perspiring and my toes are curled…I need more food. I’ve eaten nearly everything, I have no money to purchase anything else…

Every time it growls, there’s a new tang of pain….

Papa, you would never….you’re a good man, Pa. I love you, I’ll always love you….

Oh, it all makes sense now! Why you never wanted me to see what you brought home, why you were always out late, why you were so secretive…oh, Pa, why didn’t you tell me?! I…I would’ve….contacted the authorities.

Which is what you didn’t want.

I HATE YOU, YOU FUCKING DEMON! HOW DARE YOU BRING THIS UPON ME AND GRANDMA, I HOPE YOU ROT YOU SICK, TWISTED, SORRY EXCUSE FOR A HUMAN-

I miss your kisses and your hugs, Pa. Please….please come back. At least tell me where your grave is so I can hug your body one last time….I’ve never wanted to hear your voice more, whether it be in real life or the radios, please!

Oh my god, what are we having for dinner? I’m starving, Pa….

I have a headache, Pa….please give me some medicine to ease the pain…..

I need you, I need somebody. Anybody. Please….

I never want to see you again. If I ever see you again after this lifetime I will do everything in my power to slaughter you a second time for all the pain that you’ve caused….

I’m going to take a breather soon, my dear friend. I need to let off some steam. I’m….I just need to find an energy source. I’ll be back, I promise.

——————————————

November 13th, 1933

Oh, I’ve found something to eat, finally. It didn’t taste as terribly as I thought, and in fact, it tasted similar to how you cooked our meat, Pa. So tender….so, so, tender…..

The gangster didn’t even see it coming. I don’t think he liked me, he was looking at me like I did something wrong. I hushed him, hushed him well, and said,

“No, no, sir. Why are you giving me that look?? I’m only hungry! I’m just trying to survive! Please don’t let me starve!”

I hated that gaze. That look on his face made me feel like a monster, like I wasn’t justified in my action to cut him into tiny little pieces-

Pa, it’s just like you used to make. I never knew how…similar the meat tasted until now. Why did you do that? To so many innocent people….this man was not innocent, Pa. He was part of a cartel, I was doing this world a favour!

I feel better, I think. My stomach feels more satisfied than it has in days.

I don’t feel any better, though. I just…I just ate somebody….

I don’t know what to do! How is….how is his family going to react when they find this out?! I….I caused him pain, so much pain….

But I need more. I want to live….I have so much goodness to offer to the world, I promise I can be better! I’m not usually like this! I promise to make you proud! To make everybody proud…like I’ve always tried to do!

I know how much I was lacking in performance, I’ve never been cut out for the big leagues, but I am positive I can amount to something! If this world will give me a chance, I’ll be the best version of myself I can ever be. I can, I can! You always said I could do anything I put my mind to, I can do this. I can still be a happy girl and young woman, I can still grow up, I can make new friends. Perhaps I’ll move? Yes, maybe that’s a good idea…

I miss you. I miss Grandma, I miss our talks. The things you would do with me…how you used to sing to me when I was scared of the monsters under my bed, our weekly theatre nights; we’d always go to see Charlie Chaplin, that was your favourite; and it grew to be mine too.

I miss how close we were to each other. We were like….we were like two peas in a pod. We couldn’t be one without the other.

1917, was the year of my birth. How well do you remember picking me up that day? When I was alone, cold, nearly dead…in a dumpster? You saved me.

That’s why….I don’t want to believe you did those things, Papa. I don’t. I have a very strong sense of morality, you know that. I….I can’t fathom you ever being capable of something like that.

I…I don’t think I knew you, Papa. You…

You betrayed me.

Everybody was right, you know. The suspicions people had about you. Anne…she always talked about you with a certain look of fear in her eyes, and I always made the time to defend you to anybody who ever judged.

How was it, that the only person who never saw the signs, was me? The person who lived with you for sixteen years?

Maybe I just didn’t want to believe it.

And now look at what you’ve done. You’ve killed a part of me…you killed Grandma; your mother! I was supposed to meet her up for tea a few days after your death, but time had beaten me to it. What ever will I do, without your love?

I miss you, Pa. And I love you, so very much. But you better pray to the devil himself; that I do not die for another five decades. I won’t be able to hold myself back…from hurting you. And I’ll hurt you bad.

To be hated….to be attacked by somebody you protected, nurtured, loved with all your heart….yes, that’s the pain I want to inflict on you. Your daughter, the person you’d kill for, turning against you.

I love you, Pa, I really do. But….a serial killer will never be somebody I bode well with.

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January 10th, 1934

I am sorry. For everything. It’s very frigid out here due to winter, and I’ve been camping outside for quite a while…I can’t feel my legs anymore.

To….anybody I may have scared or hurt, from the bottom of my heart, I am sorry.

[maggieandsturn]

𝘏𝘖𝘚𝘗𝘐𝘛𝘈𝘓 — 𝚖. 𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚘𝚕𝚘

✎summary: matt visits the reader in the hospital

✎warnings, notes: hospital setting, implied surgery, mentions breaking a bone + appendectomy/appendicitis, mention colostomy bag

"Matthew, I'm fine, swear on my life," You sigh, fiddling with the thin hospital blanket covering your lower body. Your cracked phone is sitting on your lap, displaying Matt's profile picture while you’re on a call together.

"Babe, you’re in the hospital, no one who's "fine" goes to the hospital," He grumbles. "Okay, I'm almost there. I’m going to hang up now."

"Okay, bye. Love you."

"I love you, too."

You scan your barren hospital room. About two hours ago, you rode your bike to the hospital after feeling debilitating cramps. Looking back, the ambulance fee (a/n: 'murica🇺🇸🫡) might have been worth it, because right before getting to the emergency room a particularly bad cramp hit you, and you lost your balance and fell off your bike, fracturing your wrist.

You ended up being diagnosed with appendicitis, getting your appendix taken out, and a splint on your right wrist (a/n: say that ten times fast lol) in the same hospital trip. Once you received your phone, which was damaged in the bike crash, you immediately called your boyfriend.

All of a sudden, your door bursts open, and your brunet boy runs toward you. You could tell he wanted to jump on your bed and hug you and give you a million kisses all over your face, but he was holding back in shock at your fragile state.

"Matt, c'mere," You smile, opening your arms, letting him know you’re okay. He leans over your bed and kisses your splint before burying his face in your neck. "Hey, It's okay, bud. I'm okay."

He pulls away, covering his face with his hands. "I'm sorry, I know. I just... I don’t know. It's scary." He admits, taking a fingernail in his mouth.

You grab his arm to stop him. "Hey, none of that," you smile. Matt hesitantly pulls a chair beside your bed, rubbing his thumb against the back of your left hand. "What are your brothers doing?"

He shrugs. "Watching TV, I think? I kind of left in a rush," he chuckles nervously. "How are you?"

"Good, like I told you," you tease him. "Although, I think this place is haunted." You whisper, making him crack a smile. "Every so often, the stench of a colostomy bag wafts by my room. I think it's the ghost of an old man named... Matteo."

That gets a chuckle out of Matt. "Wow, not even trying to be subtle. I don’t believe any old man is named Matteo, it's a pretty modern name, you know."

"You’re right, I think his name was actually... Mortimer!"

Matt shakes his head as he lets out a full laugh. "Mortimer? What, is he from the 17th century?"

You shrug, smiling. "Maybe. You'll have to tell me if the colostomy bag smells like potatoes or Papa John's."

✎a/n: sorry for the abrupt or odd ending, not really sure what else to add. thanks for reading!!

[starkwlkr]

omg can you write charles reaction to baby leclerc first kindergarten boyfriend and how jealous he would be 🥹🥹

no boys allowed | charles leclerc

in honor of my birthday, here’s one more baby leclerc fic <3

Ruby woke up ten minutes earlier than she should’ve. It was a new school day and she was more excited than ever. While her mom slept peacefully, Ruby was in her bathroom trying to untangle her hair, but each time she would end up with a knot in it. She gave up and ran to her mom and dad’s room with a brush stuck in her hair.

“Mama, I need help. Mama, wake up.” Ruby poked Y/n’s cheek repeatedly until her eyes fluttered open.

“Baby, what? What’s wrong?” Y/n rubbed her tired eyes. She then saw the mess on Ruby’s head. “Oh, baby girl.”

Y/n was alone with the kids since Charles was coming back from Italy for his home race. Mathéo slept in his nursery. Y/n got out of bed and took Ruby to her bathroom to fix the tangled hair.

“Why did you do this, Ruby?” The mother asked.

“Because I want to look pretty for my boyfriend!”

Y/n choked on her own saliva when she heard Ruby mention the word ‘boyfriend’. “When did this happen, Rubes? Does papa know?”

Of course Charles didn’t know. If he did, he would immediately change Ruby to a different school. Even if it was a pretend boyfriend, Ruby was still too young to be thinking about boys in his eyes. Thank god Charles wasn’t home.

“Yesterday he told me he loves me. Papa doesn’t know . . Yet! Can I tell him?” Ruby jumped up and down, eager to tell her papa about her love life.

“Not right now, baby. He’s working. But you can tell me all about him. What’s his name?” Y/n asked as she continued to brush through Ruby’s hair.

“His name is Ben and we’re getting married! Can you be my flower girl, mama? And uncle arthur can give us a ring.” Ruby said. “I want uncle pierre and kika to be at my wedding. I love Kika.”

Y/n chuckled. Ruby reminded Y/n of a younger version of herself, planning out her dream wedding, not having a single stressful moment. Y/n wished her Ruby would stay little forever.

“Okay, all done. Go get dressed, I have to get your brother ready.” Y/n pressed a kiss to the top of Ruby’s head and watched as the little girl ran off to her room. Before Y/n walked to Mathéo’s nursery, she grabbed her phone and texted Charles.

Y/n

Good morning my love. I’m going to take Ruby to school and when you get home, I have news to tell you. It’s important.

Charles

Good morning mon amour❤️ tell Ruby I love her and I miss her. Are you not going to give me a hint? I can’t wait that long

Y/n

Well it’s about our daughter. That’s all I’m telling you.

Charles

You’re an evil woman

I love you ❤️

Y/n

Love you more 🥰

She left her phone on her nightstand and walked to Mathéo’s room where he was not laying awake staring at the ceiling. “Good morning my little boy. Let’s get you ready for the day.”

After both kids were dressed, the Leclerc family was on their way to school. Ruby kept telling her mother about Ben and how good he was at drawing, counting from 1 to 100 and apparently he knew about f1 because of his dad. The school wasn’t that far away from their home so they walked.

“When is papa coming home?” Ruby asked.

“He should be here tomorrow or maybe even today.” Replied Y/n. Mathéo squealed from his spot in his stroller. “You’re exiting to see papa, Théo? He misses you too.”

“I can tell him about Ben! Can Ben come to the race with us? Please mama!” Ruby stopped walking to face her mother.

“I don’t know, Ruby. We have to talk to his parents first.”

When Ruby got to school, she refused to set foot into the classroom until Ben arrived. Five minutes later, a little boy with a Ferrari cap on ran towards Ruby and hugged her.

“Ben! Don’t run! You’ve tripped enough already!” A woman about Y/n’s age scolded the boy.

“Mama! He’s Ben, my boyfriend!” Ruby yelled as Ben put his arm around her shoulder.

“Nice to meet you Ben. I’m Ruby’s mom.” Y/n said to the little boy.

“So I guess we’re in laws?” Ben’s mom laughed. “I’m Clara, Ben’s mom. I’ve heard so many things about your little girl. Were you invited to their ‘wedding’?” Clara asked.

Y/n nodded. “You’re looking at the flower girl.” She joked.

“I’m jealous, Ben told me I have to pay for the whole thing!”

After school, Pascale, Lorenzo and Arthur would always arrive at Y/n and Charles’ house just to spend time together. Ruby absolutely loved it. This time, Charles joined since he had taken an early flight from Italy so when he got home, he found Ruby and Arthur doing some crafts on the kitchen table while Pascale, Y/n and Lorenzo were with Baby Mathéo in the living room.

“Papa!” Ruby threw her crayon on the table and ran to Charles.

Charles let his suitcase fall to the ground. He wrapped his arms around Ruby and picked her up, spinning her a couple time as she laughed. “You didn’t cause any trouble, did you?” He kissed her cheek.

“No! I’m a very good girl. Ask mama and Théo!” Ruby giggled.

“Okay, I’ll ask them right now.” Charles set her down and turned his attention to the rest of his family. “How was my boy while I was gone? Was Ruby good?” He sat next to Y/n on the sofa.

“He didn’t cry at night often, but he did miss his papa a lot.” Y/n passed the baby to Charles. “And yes, she was an angel.”

“Just him and Ruby missed me?” Charles teased.

“I missed you!” Arthur spoke from the kitchen table.

“Anyone else missed me? Anybody?” Charles looked around, ignoring Arthur. “I’m kidding, I missed all of you.”

“Oh! The news! Ruby, want to tell papa now?” Y/n prepared herself for Charles’ reaction. Everyone did.

“What news, Ruby?”

“I have a boyfriend!”

“Mon amour, grab Théo please.”

Y/n took the baby from Charles’ arms and watched his confused face.

“Baby, you can’t have a boyfriend.” Charles said to Ruby. “You’re too young and he is too.”

“But I already made him a card! Uncle Arthur is helping me!” Ruby pointed at Arthur, who immediately dropped the marker from his hands and froze.

“Arthur! Why are you helping my daughter make a card for a boy?!”

“She didn’t tell me it was for her boyfriend.” Arthur defended himself.

“Yes I did. I said ‘uncle arthur can you help me make a card for my boyfriend?’ and you said yes.” Ruby innocently said.

“I thought she was joking.”

Charles shook his head. He knew it wasn’t a real relationship but he still didn’t like the idea of his little girl already thinking about boys and relationships.

“And you haven’t even heard the best part yet. They’re getting married.” Lorenzo added followed by a loud laugh.

“No one is getting married!” Charles announced.

“So you and mama aren’t getting married?” Ruby asked.

“We are married, baby.” Y/n said confused.

“But Ben’s parents got married two times. He told me.”

“So his name is Ben. Where does he live?” Charles asked and before Ruby could answer, Pascale hit his arm. “Maman! This Ben can’t date my daughter!”

“They’re kids, Charles.” Pascale said, bringing in her granddaughter for a hug.

“You’re telling me you’ve never had a girlfriend when you were a little kid?” Y/n asked Charles. Not that he could remember, no he never did that.

“And you had a boyfriend when you were little?” Charles rolled his eyes, and watched Y/n stay silent. “No, someone was your boyfriend before me?!”

“This isn’t about me, now excuse me I have to practice my flower girl skills before the big wedding.”

[theheathenousfish]

How do we feel about dad andreil?

At 3am On February 29 Neil and Andrew got a call from the adoption agency saying a little baby was just born and in need of a home.

At the hospital, a few hours later, Neil is holding the baby with the softest look Andrew had ever seen on his face. “Drew. Look at him.” Neil whispers. Andrew tries valiantly to keep his eyes dry and fails miserably. He looks up at the social worker “ has he been given a name?” He asks. “No. His mother was unable to give him one.” The social worker told them. “May we ask what happened to her?” Neil questioned. “ all I can say is it was a mental health emergency that ended in her death. You two get that honour. Do you have a name in mind?” The social worker states. “Cadence vaughn” Neil and Andrew say at the same time.

(Fast forward 3 years)

Neil and Cade are shopping for clothes for preschool. “Daddy!” Cade screams and Neil jumps “yes, fox?” “Look! Bros!” “Sorry? Say that again” “bros. It’s pink. Can I have it?” Cade points towards a hair bow display. “ which one do you want fox?” Neil asks. “sparkle pink!” Cade says. At the checkout line the cashier looks at the bow and at Cade “you’re buying a bow? Where’s your daughter?” The cashier gives Neil a dirty look. “ yes I’m buying a bow, this little one picked it out” Neil replies calmly, avoiding showing is irritation. “Do you think papa will like it daddy?” Cade inquires. “I think Drew will love it, fox.” Neil smiles down at the little ball of chaos.

“Papa! Papa! Papa! Father!” Cade runs into the house. “ father? You make me sound old, kid.” Andrew says with a smile. “But you are papa. Look! I have a brow!” “That’s a very pretty bow, buddy. Would you like me to put it in your hair?” Andrew asks “yes! I wanna be pretty!” Cade gushes

(Fast forward until Cade is 10)

“Dad, paps, can we talk?” Andrew and Neil put their books down turning their attention toward their kid “ is there something wrong?”neil questions. “I want to go by Sophia.” “ So Sophia, is there anything else that you want to tell us?” Andrew asks “I’m a girl. I go by she/ her and I want to start puberty blockers.” She says trying not to cry. “Oh, sweetheart, come here. You can cry. Did you think we would get mad?” Neil asks pulling Sophia into his arms. “ Sophia, we love you. Nothing can ever change that.” Andrew reassures his daughter “fox, do you want us to make an appointment to discuss puberty blockers?” Neil asks her. “Yes please. Also can we go shopping?” Sophia asks her parents. They spend $5,000 the next day.

(Fast forward until Sophia is 16)

“Salutations, father! I have information. Get dad.” Sophia yells through the house after she comes home from a weekend trip with her friends. “Hello, paps. How was your day? It was good thanks. Yours?” Andrew teases. Sophia rolls her eyes “paps, I need to talk to you and dad. Soon preferably” “fox? How was your weekend?” Neil walks into the lounge. “ sit. I have news. Ok, so, as you know I have been going out with Asher.” She starts “ yes ,chaos, we are aware” Andrew responds “shush I’m talking. He asked me to be his girlfriend and I said yes. Thoughts?” Neil smiles “ are you happy?” She nods “then I’m fine. You’re a responsible young woman. We trust you” “also, can I stay at his house tonight?” She asks. “Yes you may.” Andrew says. The thanks them and rushes to the door “don’t you dare get him pregnant!” Neil yells after her. “Dad!”

(Fast forward to Sophia’s wedding)

Andrew is helping his daughter get ready for her wedding day. As he does her hair he pulls out the pink sparkly bow she got when she was 3 “ I brought this for you, kid. You don’t have to wear it” Andrew says and holds it out. “Paps! I thought I lost this! Can you put it in my hair?” Neil walks in just as Andrew secures the bow. “Oh my god sweetheart you look gorgeous.” Neil tells her “ oh, don’t cry, chaos. Shh you’re going to ruin your makeup.” Andrew says and pulls her into a hug

Andrew watches Neil walk his daughter down the aisle and to the alter. Neil comes and sits down beside Andrew “I’m so proud of her” Andrew confesses to his husband “she knows, babe”

I needed supportive dads. Have them.

[estrellami-1]

If I Should Stay

Part 1 | . . . | Part 65 | Part 66 | Part 67

Joyce never thought getting sucked into whatever the hell this crazy Upside-Down world is meant she’d still have to deal with teenagers and their hormones, but it does make a certain kind of sense, considering teenagers are the ones leading this whole thing.

When all this is over, she’s taking so much Valium and not getting out of bed for a week. She owes it to herself.

Vecna’s dead. That’s great. She hadn’t known he was an issue until about an hour before she helped kill him, but it’s one less psycho in the world, so she doesn’t really care.

But now there’s Papa, and apparently he’s all but abused El, and as soon as he’s dealt with, Joyce is going to take up knitting and firmly ignore any problems that can’t be solved with yarn or knitting needles.

Until then, though, she’s got a teenager who thinks the world is ending—a common occurrence, at seventeen—and who knows a secret that could hurt a couple of very good people.

Not to mention apparently her son is involved in all this mayhem, too, and she does her best to be a good mom, and a good mom would get involved and listen and find solutions.

But when this is over? Knitting and Valium. Not necessarily in that order.

She finds Nancy and Jonathan sitting at the end of the driveway, tucked behind a car. Jonathan’s a little awkward, but he’s got a good heart, so he’s angled toward her, listening.

Joyce can tell, from Nancy’s body language, what she really wants is someone to hug her, to tell her it’ll be alright, that what just happened didn’t actually happen.

Joyce can do two of the three, so she sits down next to Nancy and does her best to smile encouragingly. “Sucks, doesn’t it?”

Nancy scoffs. “That’s an understatement.” Tears well in her eyes. “I thought he loved me. I know he said he didn’t but just a week ago he was all over me, it was almost stifling, but now that it’s gone I just want it back.”

Joyce sighs and carefully wraps an arm around Nancy’s shoulders. She leans into it, so Joyce tugs her in more securely. “Did he explain why he broke it off this time around?”

Nancy sniffs. “Some bullshit about me not feeling the same as him.”

Joyce hums. “I think that’s the same word he used when describing what happened at the party, dear. The same night you implied you didn’t love him. I’m not saying either of you are in the right or the wrong. Breakups are tricky things, and they hurt both people in the relationship.”

Nancy sneers at the ground. “Didn’t hurt him.”

“It actually sounds like it did,” Joyce says softly. “The first time around. Think about it this way, right? He’s got some inside knowledge because he’s been through this already. He knew breaking it off, instead of pretending to have feelings for you, would end up better in the long run. And he knew you don’t feel the same way for him as he did for you.”

“Says who,” Nancy asks, “no one bothered to ask me this time around-”

“Nancy, honey,” Joyce carefully says, “I haven’t heard you once say you love him.”

Nancy opens her mouth to answer, then hesitates and shuts it as she sniffles. A tear drops down her cheek, and she roughly wipes it away. “So- so just because I can’t say it-”

“It doesn’t really matter if you can say it or not. What matters is how you feel.” Joyce sighs. “Did he tell you the whole story? Why he really broke up with you this time around?”

Nancy sighs. “Yeah, but I didn’t this time! I would never-”

“I thought the same,” Joyce says. “I was in love with a boy once, I thought he was perfect, but he wouldn’t give me what the boys’ dad did.”

Nancy frowns. “So you- with their dad?”

Joyce nods. “Now, if I could go back and change it, I don’t know if I would. It got me my boys, and I would do anything for them. But if I could get them and not have gotten with Lonnie in the first place, I would’ve in a heartbeat. You can appreciate what you had, or what you got from something, and still wish it hadn’t happened that way. Does that make sense?”

“I think so.”

“And as for you cheating on him… I don’t know, honey. I know that’s why my boyfriend at the time broke up with me. For that reason, I can’t really fault Steve. Can you?”

Nancy tucks her chin on her knees. “I guess not. But it still hurts.”

“And it’s allowed to,” Joyce tells her. “But I need you to know, honey, you can’t tell anyone who he’s with.”

“I wouldn’t!” Nancy turns so quickly Joyce worries she gave herself whiplash. “I know exactly what would happen. My dad’s like that. I’m upset, but I don’t want Steve dead, and that’s what would happen if my dad found out.”

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