#If my dad asks why my eyes are red and why I’m sniffling I’m just gonna have to play it off as allergies coming back

[kimetsu-chan]

ik I don’t normally talk abt stuff like this, but it’s been really weighing me down a lot. This is a major vent(rlly bad and prob rlly triggering) and I’m talking to no one in particular, just in general. I would encourage ppl not to say anything abt it or just not read it at all bc I’m mostly just typing what I cannot say out loud.

Okay, so the presidential election is this year. Yeah, I’ve heard abt project 2025 😐 I’ve read about it. And I want to scream. How has trump managed to make something that infinitely worse than Kosa(imo)

because holy fuck, I know this is not what I should be focusing on and it’s low-key selfish, but reversing women’s rights?! I’m not 100% sure what that entails, but I’ve seen a screenshot of the actual legitimate document saying that the only “valid family” is with a working husband and a stay-at-home wife.

Do you not understand how frustrating it is to have the ability to do whatever you want with your life dangled in front of you for your entire life, and be told you could be whoever you want to be, just for it to very possibly be ripped away from you right as you get close to adulthood.

Everything about this is so horrendous?!

I already wished I lived anywhere but the us, but it’s so much worse now.

If Trump becomes president again, and if this project gets put into place, would I even be able to leave the country??! Would I be allowed to live in another country, or would I be forced to stay here, miserable.

like, in all seriousness, completely 100% genuine right now. I might actually just kill myself if and when I get to adulthood if this happens, and if I am forced into a life I don’t want. I’m already suicidal, and the thought that I won’t get to experience life as I told I would be able to would absolutely crush me and would probably be the final straw tbh.

It feels like I’m being toyed with, why are some(<- important, i know good Christians) Christians so fucking entitled and cruel and just horrible. This is going to drive people AWAY from your religion, it’s going to make people hate it! Why does trump think he gets to shove all of his beliefs onto everyone else and force everyone to comply. I don’t want to be a stay at home mom, hell, I don’t think I want to be a mom, period!!

I thought we stepped away from all the toxic stuff before lgbt and women’s rights. But no, apparently not.

I am actually raging and crying over this, you cannot do this to me! Or anyone! It’s not fair!!

I hate this place, I don’t want to be here anymore, genuinely :(

likely will take this down later, but I desperately needed to get this off my chest bc idk if I can trust my dad enough to talk abt it. Bc my family is super religious and I’m guessing my dad is a trump supporter. God, I hope not.

[cameronluvr]

STEPPED IN — toxic!rafe x reader (short oneshot)

summary: ward separates a fight between you and his son after rafe physically puts his hands on you. you leave and find comfort in the pogues.

warnings: toxic relationship, face grabbing, rafe slapping reader, yelling, fighting, rafe and ward arguing, cuss words, mean!rafe, angst, kind of happy ending though (thanks to the pogues) 🫶🏻

MY MASTERLIST / RAFE MASTERLIST

rose and ward were sat peacefully in the living room enjoying their time together when they were suddenly interrupted by the sound of you and rafe arguing as you enter the house.

“don’t walk away from me” you say to your boyfriend, following him into his home through the back door into the kitchen. “i’m walking away because i will literally punch you if i don’t.” rafe says, followed by a stern “hey” from his dad over in the next room.

“go on then, hit me” you laugh, grabbing his arm and yanking him back to turn him around, he stops and faces you in the middle of the kitchen. “hey, stop it, now… both of you” ward says, looking over at you from the living room into the open kitchen.

neither of you give him your attention, not taking your eyes from each others. his breathing is hitched and his face is angry, you can tell he’s trying so hard not to lash out on you in front of his parents.

“…you’re a fucking stupid liar, you know that?” you speak up, breaking the moment of silence out of anger. he took a deep breath in before reaching his hand over to grip your jaw hard, pulling your face closer to his. “say that shit again i dare you” he warns before his dad steps in.

“right, that’s enough” ward raises his voice, stepping up from the couch and rushing over to the kitchen. “fucking. stupid. liar.” you slowly repeat your words while looking into his eyes which sent him over the edge, finally snapping as he lets go of your jaw and slaps you across the face.

the slap was hard, it made your head turn in the other direction and instantly raise your hand to your cheek to cup it. “who do you think you are, huh?” he raises his voice, “rafe, stop it” his dad is quick to pull him back, where he shoves his son in anger. “what the hell’s wrong with you?!” ward yells at rafe as he diverts his attention to his dad now.

“she fuckin’ started it—” rafe yells, pointing over to you who is standing there holding your face with tears in your eyes, his slap hurt like a bitch. “i do not care, rafe, you do not put your fucking hands on her like that, you hear me?” ward shouts, not wanting to hear any kind of excuse for what he just did.

“you just gonna take her side like that?” rafe scoffs a laugh, acting like hitting his girlfriend was a normal thing to do. “i’m not taking sides, rafe, i don’t give a shit what she did, okay? don’t you dare hit her like that” ward shouts, pointing in his sons face as they stand inches apart.

“fucking asshole.” you mumble as you walk away with tears running down your face. “the fuck did you just say?” rafe asks, turning to face you and attempting to follow you out but his dad grabbed him and forced him back. “son, stop it” he practically begs his son with his hands on his shoulders, needing him to calm down. you headed back outside where you shut the door behind you, still hearing them yelling from inside as you walk away.

walking down and out of the driveway, you see john b’s twinkie pull up outside with everyone in it. “y/n?” sarah asks, immediately opening the van door and jumping out to see if you’re okay. “oh, hey” you sniffle, wiping away and attempting to hide your tears from the pogues. “you okay?” john b asks as everyone has their eyes on you who has a red mark on your cheek.

“not really. i wouldn’t go in there, your dad and rafe are arguing like crazy” you say, pointing to her house. “why?” she asks. “well, rafe just hit me so…” you sigh.

“wait what?”

“rafe hit you?”

the pogues in the van spoke up as kiara jumped out to comfort you, too. “yeah…” you say, turning your head to show them the red mark on your cheek. “that’s what that is?” kiara gasps, pulling you into a hug to make you feel better.

“i’m gonna kill him—”

“i don’t think you need to, your dad’s halfway there” you cut sarah off with a scoffed laugh. “ugh… we came so i could grab my surf board, though” sarah says, wanting to go get it but also wanting to avoid her brother who she wants to fight with right now.

“you can use mine, i have a spare” you smile, “hell yeah, come with us” jj says from inside, standing up inside the twinkie to invite you in. “sure…” you giggle, stepping into the van as sarah and kie follow behind you, shutting the door once you were all back inside.

on the drive to your house to grab some swimwear and your surfboards, you tell the pogues what happened between you and rafe. “and he promised me months ago that he wouldn’t touch that shit again, and what did i do? i caught him snorting it” you explain to your friends that rafe had gotten back into his drug habit behind your back after getting clean and promising you he’d be better, until you caught him racking up lines and sniffing them out on his back porch.

“you seriously need to break up with him,” pope says, “yeah, he’s such a prick.” jj adds. you sigh, knowing you should break up with him, but you dread of the fights and arguments it would bring, so you try to avoid it. “yeah, jj’s single if you’re ever in need…” john b says from the drivers seat, making you laugh. jj reaches over and nudges john b, telling him to shut up.

even though you were in the most toxic relationship ever, you were just glad you had your friends there for you whenever you need. they turned a bad day into a good one, and you spent the rest of it at the beach, surfing and having fun.

SUPER DUPER SHORT ONE SORRY!!!!🥲 i’ve been so busy i haven’t had much time to write :/ but i came up with this little oneshot for you all to make up for it. NOT PROOFREAD. feel free to point out any mistakes <3

— i have some drafts cooking up. they are much longer than this don’t worry 🎀

@cameronluvr

[runnning-outof-time]

I love writing girl dad Tommy lol. Cause I know Evie will drive him absolutely mental. Here we have this big, scary gangster man being absolutely tormented by a teenage girl. Tommy being very awkward about soothing his teenage girl after her first breakup. Because we know he would be awful at that but we love him for it.

Thanks for sending this in, Nova!! 🥰 Girl!Dad Tommy is one of my favorite things to write! I hope you don’t mind me using the family that I created in my Girl Dad miniseries for this - it was hard to resist!….and it got a little longer than a blurb.

This is also a call back to the blurb Just Some Puppy Love that I wrote with this family.

Surely the First of Many

Tommy Shelby x Reader

warnings: langauge, smoking

**no word count…I’m sorry, I didn’t think it’d get this long**

summary: Tommy finds Thea crying over a breakup in his office. He isn’t sure of how to console her. Thankfully (Y/N) comes in to help, and she tells him the secret behind it later in the evening.

Tommy didn’t expect to find his oldest daughter, Thea, in his office when he returned from work. He really didn’t expect to find her crying.

“Thea, what’s the matter?” he asked her, his brows furrowed as his mind ran through all of the possibilities of why she could be crying.

Sure this was the first of his daughters to become a teenageer, and knew a new set of challenges and experiences would come with that, but Thea was hardly the one you’d ever find crying. She was a ball of light, much like she was when she was younger. She was the one who consoled those who were crying.

Thea’s head shot up upon hearing her father’s voice. She swiped at her cheeks, hoping to hide her tears, but Tommy was easily able to see how puffy and red her eyes were. “Oh, sorry, dad…I—I just needed some place quiet to be,” she apologized for being in his office as she moved to stand up from the couch.

“Don’t apologize for being in here,” Tommy responded softly with a slight shake of his head, “why’re you crying, love?” he then asked.

“It’s…it’s nothing,” she shook her head in a dismissive manner and tried her best to pull it together. Her persistent sniffling told another story.

“Thea,” Tommy’s voice went flat, “tell me what’s wrong.”

“It’s Billy,” she started, her words coming out choked.

Scenarios immediately started swirling around Tommy’s mind, and he was imagining the worst. The boy that (Y/N) told him not to worry about when Thea was younger had now turned into her first boyfriend. “What did Billy do?” he asked, his voice still flat as he tried to control the anger he was now feeling. Whatever had happened, he knew that Thea didn’t deserve that emotion.

“He…he told me he didn’t want to be with me anymore,” she answered his question as the floodgates opened and her tears came spilling out again.

Oh fuck, immediately went through Tommy’s mind. He stood still for a moment as error messages practically bombarded his thoughts. He didn’t know what to do. Then he focused on his daughter, who was shaking from how hard she was crying. “Thea,” he called out to her as he moved over to sit next to her on the couch she’d sat down on again. “Thea, hey…” he trailed off, hesitantly wrapping his arm around her shoulders.

The teenager didn’t protest his touch, instead falling into it. Tommy was surprised by that and if anything it melted his heart slightly. She didn’t accept his hugs as eagerly as she used to when she was younger. He reveled in the feeling of her arms around him for a moment before pulling himself back to the task at hand…and with that came more error messages.

He didn’t know what to say to console her. Everything that was popping into his mind carried a tone of anger towards Billy for making his girl feel like this, but he knew that Thea didn’t want to hear that.

As if she was reading his mind, Thea asked a question through her sniffles: “why haven’t you said anything, dad?”

“I…I…” he stammered, mentally kicking himself for how useless he sounded. Thea looked up after he didn’t continue, and her watery eyes made him feel terrible for not knowing the right words to use in this moment. “Thea, I’m sorry…I don’t quite know what to say at the moment, I…” he paused, letting out a sigh, “I feel useless,” he sheepishly admitted.

Thea didn’t say anything in response. She blinked a few times, and more tears fell down her cheeks as a result. Then she fell back into his side, her arms going around his torso again. Tommy froze for a moment, unsure of what to do. He hesitantly wrapped his arms around her again, hoping that his embrace would be enough. Nothing else was said after that and Tommy felt terrible. He wished he could find the right words each time he’d feel her body shudder, but nothing was coming up no matter how much he wracked his brain.

Then another voice called out.

“Tommy?”

It was (Y/N). She was now standing in the doorway looking rather concerned. Tommy looked to the door, and in him doing so, Thea looked up also. “What’s happened?” (Y/N) asked, rushing into the room as her motherly instincts kicked in.

“Billy said he doesn’t want to be with me anymore,” Thea immediately told her the reason why the two were huddled together in the room. Her admittance of this brought on another wave of tears.

“Oh, sweetie,” (Y/N) sighed, kneeling on the ground as she reached her arms out in the direction of her daughter. Thea accepted her hug quickly, falling into her mother’s embrace. (Y/N) rubbed her back and tucked her into her body, allowing her to cry.

She then looked over Thea’s shoulder, her eyes finding Tommy. The couple sent each other a look. Tommy still felt helpless and unsure of what he should do. Was there anything he could really do now? Thinking that the case, he slowly stood from the couch and motioned to it for (Y/N) to sit. She took the seat, silently giving him the go ahead to leave - she would take over from there. Tommy stood still for a few moments, scratching the back of his neck. What more could I do? he thought to himself.

“Did he give a reason?” (Y/N) asked her daughter. Thea pulled her head back enough so that she could respond. Tommy took that as his time to leave. This was a conversation between a mother and a daughter…plus, his staying may cause his anger toward Billy to increase.

So he exited the room.

He then found his youngest daughter, Juniper, in the front sitting room. “Hi, dad!” she chirped when she noticed he’d entered the room.

“Hello, Juni,” he smiled at her, moving over to where she was sitting.

“I’m playing with my toy horses!” she happily shared, holding up two of her favorite toys, “want to join me?”

“Sure, love,” he answered with a soft smile, taking the one that she offered him. He felt more in his element here, playing with horses, than he did consoling his daughter that was experiencing her first break up.

“How is she?” Tommy asked later that evening as (Y/N) entered their bedroom. He’d been in there for the majority of the evening after his two younger daughters had went to bed because (Y/N) and Thea were still in his office. He didn’t dare try to kick them out though…what she was going through was more important than his work.

“Alright…for now,” (Y/N) answered, sighing as she went behind her dressing screen so that she’d be able to change into her nightdress. “How long were you in there with her before I came home?” she asked after she finished changing.

“Not sure,” Tommy answered, shaking his head. “Felt useless to the situation though,” he then admitted.

“How so?” she questioned with furrowed brows as she climbed onto her side of the bed.

“Didn’t know what to say to her. All I felt was anger toward Billy,” he scoffed to himself before continuing, “fucking terrible that I don’t know how to console me own daughter, isn’t it?”

“Oh, Tommy,” (Y/N) sighed, curling into his side of that she could drape her arm across his chest. “I’m sure you just being there for her was enough to console her,” she said, sending him a knowing smile. Her smile then turned into something wicked before she said what was on her mind, “besides, it’s not like you’ve got any experience with breakups…considering you were the one doing the breaking up.” She was unable to contain her snickers as Tommy’s eyes widened in shock.

“You should know that…”

“Save it, darling. I was only teasing you,” she cut his defensive response off, patting his chest before she stretched her neck up to place a kiss against his jaw.

Tommy let out a huff before he reached over to pick up the cigarette that had been smoldering in the ashtray. He took a drag from it and tipped his head back, blowing the smoke out with a sigh.

“Dealing with breakups is much like dealing with all sorts of other things…” (Y/N) started, breaking the silence that had formed between them. Tommy lifted his head to look at her, wanting to hear what advice she had. “You’ll get better with it over time. The more you experience it, the better you’ll know how to respond,” she explained what she meant.

“Seeing my daughter’s heartbroken isn’t something I think I’m gonna get used to, (Y/N),” he stated in a matter-of-fact tone.

“It’s going to happen whether you’re used to or not. That’s the nature of having girls…and you’ve got three,” she shrugged as best she could with her body next to his. “This is surely the first of many.”

“Fuckin’ hell,” Tommy sighed, tipping his head back again as he brought the cigarette to his lips once more. No amount of drags could dull the stress that he was feeling now, and the giggles coming from his wife surely weren’t helping.

Oh, the joys of being a girl dad.

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[httplvki]

TW: reader harms themselves here, so be advised and talk to someone if you can if you are currently struggling with sh, i know what it’s like and still struggle with it. you are loved and your dad jake sully loves you too. (dad!jake sully x teen daughter!reader, hurt comfort, angsty)

eywa never chose you.

is what you thought

blessed to be a part of the sully family but still feeling like you don’t belong. all the roles being taken and stealing the spotlight from your parents. the perfect son, neteyam, the troublemaker but brave, lo’ak, the miracle child, kiri, and the cute youngest one, tuk. you loved them all so much, but what were you?

all these thoughts aren’t helping you when all your feelings start to drain away once you’re alone with your own thoughts.

why does your heart make so many decisions that your brain can’t keep up with? red stains on your exposed body, but you don’t feel anything anymore, nor do you sense anything else. all alone without any other living being beside you—darkness envelopes your body that turns into coldness, hugging your figure.

the sharp object beside you, covered in a gory image that all looks blurry in your eyes. the nightly forest glows and shines on it, reminding you of what you’ve done.

you hear your name being called in the distance. with everything feeling like a dream to you now, you thought that your own hands had finally cut out your life. until you feel your body being shaken by another figure.

“y/n! hey, look at me; what happened to you?” the frantic voice shouted at you

your eyes slowly adjusted from all the tears that covered your eyes. seeing your father’s distraught face made you slowly snap out of everything.

“dear god, what happened to you?” jake pleaded

“dad…” you shakily cried out

that was the only word you could let out before you lifted your crimson-stained arms out to cling onto his shoulders.

“oh baby girl, my sweet, sweet baby girl,” he whispered while he wrapped his arms tightly around you, giving you a shoulder to cry on.

your father was starting to get his body stained with your blood, but he didn’t even think about it. he didn’t care as long as you were in his arms, still breathing.

“i’m so sorry, daddy,” you sobbed out—already pleading for forgiveness for what you’ve done to yourself

“daddy’s here, daddy’s here, it’s okay, baby” he shakily hushed you with tears also starting to form in his eyes

from how tightly both of you were clinging onto each other even eywa or any other god couldn’t separate you both.

jake was the first one to pull away, even though it hurt him to do so.

“we need to get you patched up, alright?” he said with his eyes looking teary

you nodded slowly, wiping your tears away with the back of your hand.

—

you sniffle while watching jake carefully wrap your self-inflicted wounds.

“hey… you don’t have to tell me why right now, but know i’ll always be here for you, alright?” he softly speaks up, killing the silent atmosphere.

you slightly nodded in agreement—spacing out with no thoughts because of how drained you were.

“are you disappointed in me?” you quietly asked with your head down

jakes eyes soften gazing at your somber face

“no, no, i could never be disappointed in you,” he reassured you while he finished wrapping the last wound

“but aren’t you at least a little disappointed at what i’ve done? or, or disappointed in me for not being able to be as great as my siblings?” you choked up, holding back tears again

“oh, sweetheart…” he let out, taking you into his arms immediately. you bury your head into his chest just like when you were a baby.

“you’ve never been a disappointment, and you’ll never be one. you’re just as great as your siblings,” he softly comforted you with his hand, gently caressing your back in slow circled motions.

“don’t ever say that again, alright?”

you nodded into his chest

“sorry for being such a baby,” you mumbled

“you’re not a baby, but you’re still my baby girl,” he kissed the top of your head

you grumbled at the nickname while you shifted to a more comfortable position on your father.

“just know you’re the light of my life, and i never want to lose you,” he whispered.

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Wicked Games 10

Warnings: non/dubcon, cheating, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Character: Steve Rogers

Summary: you had a one night stand. Or did you?

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging ❤️

The tears strike like a flash food. Sudden and stormy and completely overwhelming. The world around you disappears behind the wall of your grief. 

When you float into a lull, your swollen eyes taken in the room. You lay in a bed, not your own, none of this is yours. It’s all him. It belongs to him. What about you? Do you belong to him now? Is that what this is? Or is this just about what that part of him inside of you? 

You hiccup and sniffle, rubbing your raw nose as your head pulses. A ripple flows up your back from an unexpected touch and you wince. You hug yourself and angle to see behind you. 

Steve slides his hand up to your shoulder and squeezes, “honey, can I get you anything?” 

You shake your head, the movement aching in your skull, and turn back to the face the room. He sighs and drags his hand down your back. Despite yourself, his touch is soothing. 

“You’re tense. That’s not good for the baby,” he says. 

“Please, not right now,” you plead. 

He’s silent. His fingers continue to rove around your back and walk along the curve of your side. “You’re not excited to be a mom?” He asks. 

You close your eyes as your lip poke out.  

“I’m excited,” he says. “To be a dad. I’ll be a good dad. And a good husband.” 

“Husband?” You his and lean forward so that your almost face down. You just want to stop feeling, to stop thinking, to stop being, and he won’t let you. 

“Yeah, we’ll get married. Make sure the kid grows up right. With both parents.” 

You laugh sardonically. The sort of brittle laugh that hurts. Nothing’s funny, in fact, it’s far from. 

“You don’t even ask me. You just tell me? Yes, Captain, whatever you want.” Your eyes well again, this time in futility. 

“I’m doing the right thing. I’m being a good man. I’ve seen this world. Thing’s aren’t what they used to be. Men like me, they don’t exist. They have no sense of tradition,” he says. 

Tradition? It’s a particular sort of code word that makes all the flags turn red. You suck in your breath and gather your strength. You sit up shakily and look over at him. You can barely keep your head up. 

“I don’t remember. You know that, right? That night is... nothing. It never happened. Not a single second. I woke up and I was blank. I didn’t know it was you, not until you found me, mocked me in that store,” you scoff and your vision rings in agony. “That’s how much it meant and this...” you look down at your stomach. “I guess that’s the consequence.” 

You hear his breath, feel him shift. He sits up, his torso naked. He stares forward as you drop your head and cradle it, bending your knees to support your elbows. He clucks and reaches over. He brings his phone over his lap. 

“Don’t remember.” He taps on the screen so hard you can hear it. 

He angles the screen to you and you reluctantly tilt your head to see. You know before you look. Of course, that’s why he didn’t forget. He has it right there. He recorded it all. 

“...you’re so sexyyyyy...” you slur towards the camera. Your voice, your expression, the way you sway, it’s plain to see your drunk beyond sense. “Come on, cap...” you shake your naked tits at him, “you said you could do this all day.” 

He snickers from behind the lens and approaches the bed. You turn over and show him your ass. You can see a glisten between your legs. It’s not the first time but you wish it could be the last. His hand enters the frame and he dips his fingers between your folds. You moan and wiggle against him. He pushes inside and you can hear how your cunt clings as he pulls out. 

“Stop,” you fling your arm over to shove the phone away. “I can’t watch that--” 

“You wanted it. You said you wanted me. That night was... magical.” 

“It was—I’m married and we’re strangers.” You insist. 

“Was. Were.” He snarls. “I told you I loved you and you said ‘if I weren’t married, Steve Rogers, I could love you too.’ You. You said that.” 

“I was drunk out of my mind,” you rub your temples as your stomach starts to churn. “I was stupid and angry. Well, I’m still stupid.” 

“No, you were unhappy. Your husband didn’t treat you right. We both know it. Everything that’s happened doesn’t change that,” he says. 

“Maybe not but...” 

“But what? You don’t have to slave away in some crappy apartment. I have a penthouse. We have a penthouse. It has lots of room and if you want more room for the kids--” 

“Kids? Plural?” You exclaim, so loud your ears ring. 

“One thing at a time, sure,” he says. “I’m telling you, you don’t have to do all of that with me. All I’m asking is for you. That’s all.” 

You look at him, your eyes dry and sleepy, your cheeks parched. “Maybe I want to be on my own,” you murmur. 

“That’s not what you told me,” he retorts and looks at his phone again. He drags his thumb over it and puts the screen up again. You see yourself. You watch the worst night of your life. 

“You love me, baby?” He asks as you slide up and down his dick. 

“Yes, yes, yes!” You grope your chest as you bounce. “I love you, Steve. I love you.” 

You cringe and shake your head. His fingers whiten as he grips the phone tighter. You slump, defeated. 

“You’re not going back to work. Once they see this, they won’t want you,” he blacks the screen. “But I want you, sweetheart. You and our baby.” 

[loves0phelia]

The Maybank Twins

Summery: which dream would you pick?

Words: 1.7k

Warnings: grammar mistakes

A/N: Sorry I feel like this fic is all over the place and barely understandable but I had the idea of JJ having a twin since I learned JJ's real name was Jackson so I hope you like it anyway xx

JJ and Jackson were intensely different despite being twins. But it wasn't always like that.

Both boys were born kooks, but as children, the status did not matter. Being a kook or a pogue didn't have a meaning until you grew up. Kids from both sides of the island enjoyed playing with each other. That's why when they met you they didn't hesitate to befriend you even if you were a pogue.

On a beautiful Saturday, you took your shiny pink bike and began pedalling down the roads around town to the point where you crossed the line into Kook territory. You knew your dad wouldn't like you travelling so far from home but you loved to admire the large houses with picket fences and pools. You always dreamed of visiting one. 

As you were looking with dreamy eyes at everything but the path in front of you, the front wheel of your bike caught the side of a sidewalk.  The handlebars jerked to one side, and you tumbled forward. Hitting the ground with a soft thud, your knees scraped against the rough concrete.    

You sat up slowly, tears welling in your eyes as you examined your knees. Both were scraped and red, with tiny spots of blood forming on the surface. Your palms stung from catching yourself.

The commotion probably alerted some people because next thing you knew two boys around the same age as you came running out of the house you were wrecked in front of.   

They both darted out of the yard, weaving through the iron gate and across the street to where you sat on the concrete.  

“Hey, are you okay?” one of them asked, crouching down beside you.  

You sniffled, wiping your tears with your sleeve. “I fell off my bike.”  

“Come in, we can give you a bandaid,”  the second boy said without hesitation, looking at your scraped knees.

The first boy reached for your bike to place it to safety while the second helped you up on your feet and helped you inside the large mansion-looking house.

Inside, it felt even bigger. The tall ceiling and window looked fantastic. You almost forgot your pain as you looked over the various decorations.

“There sit” You sat down slowly on the gray cushions of the couch and tried to not get any blood on it.

“I’m JJ by the way, that was a badass fall, It looked so cool” He smiled and laughed, for a moment you were almost proud.

“Don't say that JJ she could have been really hurt and it's not cool” The boy crouched in front of you with a cloth soaked in lukewarm water and pressed it to your knee.

“You're just boring, Jackson, you don't think anything is cool!” JJ argued with his brother and Jackson furrowed his eyebrows.

“Yes, I do!” They continued bickering next to you until a beautiful blond lady came into the room.

“Boys, what is going on?” She asked with her hands on her hips looking over her twins.

The childish argument stopped immediately as if both of them were soothed by their mother's presence. “We saw this girl fall off her bike, we wanted to help her” JJ muttered.

“Did you guys ask her, her name?” She asked, raising an eyebrow. But both of them shook their heads. “I thought I raised you two to be gentlemen, what's your name honey?” 

“y/n” 

“That's such a pretty name, I hope these boys weren't too much of a pain for you” She whispered but JJ and Jackson definitely heard and you simply giggled.

This was the moment you began to be a constant person in their lives. Both of them loved you until they grew up and this love changed into something more.

When you all all turned from children to teenagers the words kooks and pogues began to have a meaning. You were now divided into two groups, rich and poor. But the boys didn't agree with this mindset. Especially JJ. After their mom died he became reckless. He Jumped on any opportunity to go on an adventure or to feel just an ounce of adrenaline. He was sick of the bubble wrap and wanted to live freely like the pogues.

Jackson on the other end even though he disliked the hate between each side of the island, he refused to drop everything like his brother to live a careless life. He wanted to go to college, he wanted to have a bright future, with a beautiful house, a wife and maybe even kids. He wanted the picket fence dream.

And you? You didn't know which dream to pick.

The dream with JJ where everything is joyful and exciting. 

Or the dream with Jackson where everything is soothing and comforting.

JJ

The Bluetooth speaker blasted an upbeat song, filling the small living room with pounding bass and lyrics. JJ stood in the center of the room, wearing his signature goofy grin and wildly waving an imaginary microphone in the air.  

“AND I WILL ALWAYS LOVE YOU!” he screamed, his voice cracking in all the wrong places.  

You rolled over on the couch in laughter, clutching your stomach. “JJ, you’re ruining Whitney Houston! That’s a crime!”  You both laughed as the song ended and Don't Stop Me Now by Queen started playing

“You think that’s bad? Just wait for this!” JJ leaped onto the couch with a dramatic flair, now holding an empty glass beer bottle as a microphone. “DON’T STOP ME NOW! I’M HAVIN SUCH A GOOD TIME”  

“ I’M HAVIN’ A BALL!” You screamed following the lyrics, jumping up to join him. You grabbed a remote control off the coffee table and sang into it like it was your own microphone, matching JJ’s energy note for note.  

“You’re awful!” he yelled over the music, grinning ear to ear.  

“Excuse me?” You shot back, pretending to be offended. “I’m carrying this!”  

“Please, you’re the backup singer at best!”  

“Asshole!” You gasped and pushed him making him stumble and fall on his butt on the soft cushion but he quickly recovered, standing back up and grabbing you by the hand to dance on the dirty rug. Without a second thought, he turned bringing you with him and dipping you as dramatically as he could making you both burst into uncontrollable laughter. 

He pressed a big messy kiss on your cheek and laughed again at the disgusted face you made before wiping away the saliva with his palm. 

The next song started—a slow, cheesy love ballad. JJ struck a mock-serious pose, reaching out a hand. “May I have this dance, milady?”  

You rolled your eyes but played along, taking his hand. “You may, good sir.”  

You swayed dramatically around the room, both purposefully stepping on each other’s feet and exaggerating every movement. JJ spun you out and back in, and you both collapsed onto the couch in a heap of laughter as the song ended.  

“That was awful,” You said, catching your breath.  

“The worst,” JJ agreed, his head tilted back against the cushions. Then he glanced at you, a mischievous sparkle in his eye. “Wanna go again?”  

“Duh.”  

It was always like that between you and JJ. Loud, obnoxious, happy. You both never caught a break in each other's presence. But you loved it, you loved him.

JACKSON

Your fist knocks softly on the door of the twin's house. The sound feels like it echoes in the home. After a couple of seconds of nothing, no voice, no footsteps you try again. Louder this time.

“JJ I swear if you forgot your keys again- oh hey” the door swung open revealing the twin you were looking for.

“Hey Jacks.” you smile noticing his messy blond hair meaning he was probably taking a nap.

“Uhm JJ isn't here” he scratched the back of his head and leaned on the doorframe.

“Actually I came to see you… we haven't hung out much lately” you said looking up at him.

“Yeah sorry, I've been studying a lot and I saw you and JJ hang out often. I didn't want to bother you know”

“You never bother, I'm your friend too” he nodded and lifted himself off the frame to let you into the house you knew so well. It was honestly a second home to you.

His room was dimly lit, and much cleaner than JJ’s. You and him lay side by side on the bed, your legs tangled in the blankets.  

He stared up at the ceiling, one arm tucked behind his head, the other resting gently on your hand. You lay on your side, head propped in your palm as you looked at him, a small smile playing on your lips.  

“Do you ever think about where we would be if you and JJ never saved me when I fell off my bike?” You asked softly, voice barely above a whisper.  

Jackson turned his head to look at you, his light blue eyes warm and thoughtful. “All the time,” he admitted, his lips curling into a faint smile. “You're like the only person I can talk to about.. anything. JJ, he's my twin but it's easier with you. Moments like this are everything I look forward to.”  

You tilted your head, studying him. “You mean laying in bed talking about everything and anything?”  

He grinned. “Yeah I don't get to do it with anyone else”  

Your chest warmed at his words, and you reached out to brush a strand of hair off his forehead. “I don't get to do it with anyone else either”   

He raised a hand, his fingers brushing your cheek before leaning in to press a tender kiss to your forehead. It was soft, lingering, and full of unspoken affection. You closed your eyes at the touch, letting yourself sink into the quiet comfort of the moment.  

It wasn't unusual for you both to show affection like that. Jackson's love language was physical touch and JJ's was quality time.

“I like this,” you murmured after a while, voice barely audible.  

“Yeah?” he asked, his voice equally quiet.  

“Yeah. Just… us. quiet, calm.”  

Jackson smiled, his hand finding yours under the blankets and giving it a light squeeze. “Me too.”  

And it was always like this with Jackson and you loved it, you loved him but you couldn't bring yourself to choose who you loved most.

[whatdoeseverybodywant]

Rebuild & Restore - Chapter 7

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Prequel (All Falls Down)

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“Soo.” Elijah trailed off as he and Kiyana were driving to the restaurant. “That was your ex-husband huh?” 

“Yeah.” She said “I’m so sorry about that..” She apologized again. “He wasn’t supposed to be there.” she paused. “Him or his cousin.”  Elijah laughed. 

“It’s no big deal. Trust me. I’ve dealt with worse from my ex-wife. Her brothers are still on my ass to this day.” He chuckled again. 

“Oh you were married?” Kiyana asked, perplexed because he never mentioned it.

“Is that a problem?” Now Elijah was confused. Not even 10 minutes ago, he thought he was about to have a melee with her ex husband and his cousin. He cut his eyes over to her before looking back at the road when she didn’t answer. “Ki?” 

“No, it’s not a problem.” She shrugged. “I just thought you would mention it by now.” She paused, and turned her head to look at him. “It’s not a big deal though.” 

“You sure?” Elijah asked as he pulled up to a red light, now turning his full attention to her. “I don’t wanna start us off on the wrong foot.” 

“Ohh, there’s an us?” She teased with a smile, feeling her cheeks heat up. 

“There’s definitely an us. I normally have a rule that I don’t date coworkers but, it’s just something about you Kiyana.” There goes them butterflies again. She thought as their faces inched closer. He cupped her jaw and Kiyana felt her heart rate spike. Just as their lips were about to connect, the car behind them honked causing the both of them to jump away from each other. 

“Fuck!” Josh cursed as he watched Kiyana get into Elijah’s car and drive off. This was exactly what he was afraid of. He stomped past Joe and into his former home. “Samara!” He called out, softly though, still mindful of his sleeping children.  “Mara?!” He called out again, rolling his eyes as she strolled out of the kitchen munching on his children’s Doritos. 

“What?” 

“What restaurant did they go to?” He huffed when she shrugged and pushed past him to sit on the couch. “Samara ,please.” Josh begged. “I know I fucked up by doin' what I did. But shit, I can’t just give up and go let her fall in love with someone else. I won’t be able to take it. So please, just tell me what restaurant they went to.” 

Samara felt her hatred for Josh slip away. While they were never close she still considered him a friend and one thing about Samara was that she hated seeing her friends hurting. “Fine.” She sighed out. “But you have to answer my question first.”  Josh nodded immediately. 

“Aight, whatever you wanna know.” 

“Why did you do it? What made you cheat on Kiyana?”  oh Josh gulped.  “Josh?” 

“I don’t know. “ He said and Samara sucked her teeth. “I- we were arguing about her not listening to the doctor about not stressing. I just wanted her and Kairo to be okay.” He walked over and sat down on the couch next to her and put his head in his hands.  “You know the same thing happened when she was pregnant with Kehlani.” Neither one of them heard Joe as she entered the house and stood right by the entrance to the living room, listening to their conversation. “Her auntie died and..” He blew out a breath. “She wouldn’t relax, she wouldn’t just stop and not stress. I already have one dead kid. I didn’t want another.” 

Samara nodded, remembering how Kiyana blamed herself for years for the death of Kehlani. “So that’s why you cheated?” Josh scoffed and shook his head. 

“Hell no. I just- I wanted to vent. Everyone around me kept talking about how Kiyana felt and..” He paused and sniffled, wiping his eyes. “I- it’s selfish but damn, Kenneth was like a dad to me too. When Kish and my mom were going through it Ken and Ms Imani welcomed me with open arms. I just wanted to vent to someone who wouldn’t say oh well it’s Kiyana’s dad. And Shanté was there at the right  time. It wasn’t my intention to start the affair, I just wanted someone to talk to and things went too far.” 

Joe let out a sigh and closed his eyes. He couldn’t intervene with Josh and Kiyana nomore. He had already done enough damage by sleeping with Kiyana and truth be told, Josh was his favorite cousin and even if Joe thought that Kiyana should be with him, he didn’t want to hurt his cousin more than he already did. 

“The Grand Marlin.” Samara said after a minute of silence between her and Josh. “He took her to The Grand Marlin.” 

Josh pulled Samara in for a hug and thanked her. “Do not fuck this up again Joshua. I swear on my life I will make sure she fucks every single one of your family members.” Josh sucked his teeth and pushed her away from him. 

“Damn Samara.” She shrugged and pointed towards the front door.

“Go, before she falls in love with him or something.”  Josh nodded and rushed towards the front door, only to be stopped by Joe blocking it. 

“Uce come-on. Don’t do this to me right now. You proved your point already.”  Joe shook his head and put his hands up defensively. 

“I just wanted to apologize to you Josh. You my family and I should have never took it there with your wife.” Josh sucked his teeth. 

“You don’t mean that shit. What you want me to go get my wife back so you can fuck her again.” Josh felt the urge to pummel Joe so he took a deep breath. “ Getcho’ big ass out my way Joseph.” 

“Josh, this is the most serious I've been with you in years. I’m sorry.” Josh narrowed his eyes at Joe. Not believing him in the slightest. But he couldn’t worry about Joe right now, right now he needed to get to Kiyana. 

“Thank you for bringing me here.” Kiyana smiled over at Elijah as he pulled out her chair for her. “I’ve never been here before.” 

“No problem Ms. Jackson. I plan to give you a lot of first time experiences” He winked back as the waiter came over and asked for their drink orders. 

Elijah kept a smile on Kiyana’s face all throughout dinner. And if Kiyana was being honest, this was the best date she had been on in years. 

Her weekly ‘dates’ with Josh were just them going out to dinner, nothing special or spectacular. He stopped making her feel special a long time ago and she had just gone with the flow because she loved him. 

“Hey that’s your ex-husband right?” Elijah’s voice broke her out of her thoughts and she turned her head in the direction he was pointing to see Josh arguing with the maitre’d and pointing in her direction. 

“Oh my god.” She muttered, covering her face with her hands. “This is so embarrassing. Just give me two minutes please.” She said, biting her lip as she stood from the table and walked over to where Josh was making an ass out of himself. 

“All you had to do was let me through dickhead.” He sneered at the man, who was only trying to do his job. 

“Joshua.” Kiyana hissed, grabbing him by the collar of his shirt and dragging him outside of the restaurant. “What are you doing?!” 

“Tryna stop you from making a mistake. I’m so fucking sorry Key.” He whispered, cupping her face in his hands.  “About everything. About Shanté.” He swallowed hard when he saw her flinch at Shanté’s name. “About not sticking up for you at J’s party. About everything.” He repeated and Kiyana started shaking her head. 

“No.” She laughed as tears started to well up in her eyes. “You can’t just come here and ruin my date. You have no right Joshua.” She pushed him away from her. “You cheated on me, there is no apologizing for that, not after the shit I put up with from you and your family for years.” 

“Kiyana please - “ 

“Go home Joshua.” She muttered, blinking her tears away. She was done crying over him. “I’m trying to move on, you need to do the same.” Josh felt as if Kiyana just reached into his chest and pulled his heart out, as she gave him one last look before turning and walking back into the restaurant to continue her date. Leaving him heartbroken and empty. 

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[dark-fics-4-you]

Drabble Idea: Rafe being a sorry little bitch after getting high and being abusive to reader. Something like he comes into the room and he asks something along the lines of “Are you mad at me? I said I was sorry, I didn’t mean to” and reader is just shook still. Then maybe dubious consent f oral receiving?

Heartless

Warnings: dubcon/noncon, abusive relationship, domestic violence, manipulation, toxic relationship, oral f!recieving

You slammed the door behind you, blinking hot tears out of your eyes. Taking a shaky breath, you walked over to your vanity, drawing your hand close to the cut on your forehead. You touched it delicately, replaying the scene in your head repeatedly like that would help it make sense.

Expectedly, the genuinely concerned conversation you had tried to have about your boyfriend’s drug problems had transformed into a heated argument.

“You can’t control every aspect of my life, Y/N,” Rafe spat at you, anger flashing in his eyes, no doubt further fueled by the coke in his system.

“I’m not trying to control your life Rafe! I’m just trying to make sure you have a life to live! That you don’t throw everything away for some nose candy!” You threw your hands up, exasperated and tired.

This conversation was long overdue, and you had tried putting it off as long as possible, giving him the benefit of the doubt until it was impossible to ignore. He had a problem.

“You don’t understand what it’s like, Y/N-!” Rafe snapped at you. His face was growing red, one of the veins in his neck starting to pop out.

“Oh I don’t understand? You think I don’t have issues I wish I could just block out with drugs? You think that just because you get into fights with your dad that you’re entitled to be a coked out zombie 24/7?” You knew it was a fucked up thing to say, but you really didn’t expect his reaction at all.

Large hands grabbed and pushed at you and before you could register what was happening, you felt your forehead smack against the corner of the dining table, body crumpling beneath you as you fell to the floor.

You looked up at your boyfriend in shock, and he probably looked even more shocked than you did. You pressed your hand to your head, surprised when you felt a wet warmth at your hairline. You pulled your hand away and you realized why the look on Rafe’s face was so scared.

Crimson stained your fingertips.

“Y/N, I’m sorry, I-I didn’t mean to do that.” His voice was shaking, frantic, and when he reached down to you, you flinched away.

You looked up at your boyfriend through teary eyes, terrified, before you got up and ran into your shared room.

You pressed the warm washcloth to your head, sniffling as you dabbed the blood away.

A sound from behind you caught your attention, and you looked in the mirror to see Rafe, head hung and an apologetic look in his eyes.

“… Are you mad at me, Y/N?” He quietly asked, voice barely reaching your ears.

You felt a pang in your heart at his regretful tone.

“No,” you choked out meekly. It was true, you weren’t mad at him. You were terrified of him.

“I really didn’t mean to, it’s just- just sometimes i get so angry. And I feel like when you aren’t listening to me, it just pisses me off even more, you know?”

You didn’t know, but you nodded your head, a few tears falling past your lashes as you stared past him.

“Let me make it up to you, Y/N.” Rafe cooed, drawing closer to you, pressing against your back and wrapping one arm around your waist as the other hard found your neck, not squeezing, just resting there to put you on edge.

“Rafe, I really am not in the mood right now-” you gasped when his hand moved to roughly squeeze your breast, fingers teasing your nipples over your shirt and bra.

“Are you sure you’re not in the mood?” He challenged, walking you forward towards the mirror.

“Yes, I’m serious Rafe,” you begged, “Cut it out!” You turned to face him, but he caged you in against the bathroom counter, hands finding your hips and lifting you to sit on the counter before pulling at your shorts.

He kneeled before you as he pulled your shorts down, holding your legs when you tried to kick at him.

You gasped when he buried his face between your legs, licking and sucking at the tender flesh. Your fingers gripped the sides of the countertop, legs shaking when he pushed a finger in and began to curl it inside you. You couldn’t stop the moan that escaped your lips when he pressed a second finger into you.

“You know, it’s really hard for you to convince me that you’re that mad at me when I can turn you into such a pathetic mess so easily, princess.”

[swiftieblyth]

Hey,

Can you do one with dad!George who takes care of his and y/n's daughter?

Thanks a lit! X

Daddy’s little princess

warnings- fluff, nightmare, being sick

“Daddy!” You’re three year old daughter yelled, running to your husband when he apperated back from work.

“Hey, princess!” Your husband smiled, picking your daughter up and spinning her in the air before holding her to his hip. “How was your day with Mummy?” He asked, kissing her head.

“It was gweat!” She yelled, making you and George smile. “Mummy and I went down to the pawk, and fed the ducks!”

“Oh yeah?” He smiled, walking over to you.

“We did, you smiled, pecking his lips.

“Ew,” your daughter, Molly, let out.

“What?” You asked looking at her. “Are Mummy and Daddy not allowed to kiss?”

“I’m hungwey!” Molly called, ignoring your question.

“I know baby,” you smiled. “Dinner’s almost ready, how about Daddy helps you wash up.”

“Okay. Come on Daddy!”

“Okay, princess.” George smiled.

❤️❤️❤️

“How was work today?” You asked, laying in bed with George that night, head on his chest.

“It was good.” He explained, twirling your hair in his fingers. “It was pretty slow now that all the kids are back at Hogwarts. How was your day?”

“It was great. I just love our sweet little girl. I’ll miss her tomorrow when I have to go to work. Are you sure she’ll be fine in the shop with you? She is very much your daughter.”

“I know,” he chuckled. “She’ll be fine. I’ll do my best to keep her out of trouble.”

“I’m not worried about you, I’m worried about Fred.”

“What? They two love eachother.”

“exactly.”

“don’t worry, I’ll make sure no one gets hurt, and nothing brakes. Including Fred.”

“Thank you my love.” You smiled. You went to kiss him, but were stopped by your door creeping open and little but rushed footsteps came in.

“Princess?” George asked, confused as to why she was in there and not asleep.

“Daddy?” She sniffled, alerting both of you.

“Baby, what’s wrong?” You asked, fear in your voice as you and George both bolted up and looked down at her.

Her red hair was messy and all over, her eyes were puffy, and her face red and tear stained, as she held her stuffed monkey.

“Uppy?” She asked, as more tears came down her face.

“What’s wrong princess?” George asked, scoping her up in his arms, laying her in between you both.

“I had a nightmewa.” She cried, I to George’s chest, as he held her in his arms.

“Oh, baby,” you let out, wrapping your arms around her too.

“Do you want to tell me and Mummy what it was about?”

“It was about you,” she cried pulling away, and looking up at her daddy.

“What do you mean, princess?”

“You… you wewe with Uncle Fwed, but you had two eaws.” She cried, you looked at George who was already looking at you. You both had a feeling as to where this was going. “And then, a beaw came out of nowhere and bit youw eaw off. And thewe was so much blood, Daddy,” she sobbed.

“Oh, princess,” he sighed looking at her. “Don’t let that bother you. That’s not how I lost my ear. Your uncle Fred wasn’t even with me when I got my injury.”

“Was Mummy?” Molly cried.

“I was darling, but that’s nothing you need to be worried about. We can tell you when you’re a lot older my love.” You sighed, putting a hand to her head, feeling heat radiating from her. “Baby, you’re burning up.”

“What?” She asked.

“Oh, poor princess.” George cooed, pulling away a little, kissing her head. “Muma’s right princess. You’re burning up.”

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“Are you sure you can stay home?” You asked quietly, getting ready as you looked at your sleeping daughter.

“I can. I promise. Our little Princess needs lots of rest. She won’t get that at the shop.”

“I know, but I can see if I can stay home, or even work from home-“

“Darling,” George interrupted, holding your hands. “I got it, okay? You go to work. Have a good day. I’ll write to Fred, and take care of our princess. Fred will understand.”

❤️❤️❤️

“Daddy!” Molly called from the master bed room.

“What’s wrong princess,” George asked, walking in from the kitchen.

“I don’t feew good,” she cried as a cough find its way out of her lungs.

“I know my sweet princess,” George cooed, stroking her head. “But I’m making you some chicken noddle soup okay?”

Molly coughed again as more tears came to her eyes.

“My poor princess,” George breathed, carefully wrapping her up in his arms. “It’ll be okay. Mummy’s going to get you a potion after work to help you get better.”

“I downt wanna be sick,” Molly pouted.

“I know my princess,” George let out, scooping her up in his arms. “Let’s go get you some soup.”

George kissed her head and walked to the kitchen putting her down on the counter and pouring her a small bowl of soup.

He got a spoon and got some soup, softly blowing on it to cool it before he looked at Molly.

“Okay, open up Princess.” George let out, spoon feeding her sick little girl.

“Great job Princess,” George smiled, when Molly finished her soup.

“I’m tiwed, Daddy.”

“Okay, princess. Let’s get you back to bed,” he smiled picking her up, walking back to the master bedroom. “Do you want to watch a movie with Daddy?”

Molly nodded her head as she leaned on George’s chest, drifting off to sleep.

George sat her down on the bed and put her favorite movie in, then got in the bed next to her. Molly climbed up on his chest and laid down, George’s arms wrapped protectively around her as she drifted off to sleep.

“Good night my princess.” He whispered, kissing her head. “I love you.”

[littlestarbigsky]

yall, @girlishwhimsies cherrycola teen parents au has been rotting my brain for the past week and i could not rest until i wrote s o m e t h i n g on it (i’m so serious it’s 1:24am and i just finished writing this lmao)

here’s kat waking up in the middle of the night and soda being the best dad 😚

it felt like she was getting more and more mobile by the day. she was feeding herself and most of the food ended up in her mouth now, she was able to take off her clothes by herself, which she gladly did at every chance she got. she had been getting adventurous for weeks, even going as far as climbing into johnny’s wheelchair while he was on the couch with pony. cherry and soda knew it was only a matter of time before kat would be able to get herself out of her crib, so they finally bit the bullet and started looking for a toddler bed.

kat must have known something was up, because she was escaping from her crib a few days later. they knew the transition would be rough, but that didn’t make it any easier when their two-year-old was sitting on top of soda and anxiously shaking him awake at three in the morning.

soda rolled onto his back, just catching kat before she could fall off his hip and onto cherry, who was still fast asleep. he sat up, setting her in his crossed legs and holding her face in his hands. she’d managed to get out of her pajamas, go figure, and was definitely worked up about something. she blinked and soda felt a tear hit his thumb.

“jailbreak, huh?” soda whispered. she sniffled quietly, and soda knew what was coming. he scooped her up and carried her out into the hall quickly before she could start crying and wake up cherry.

“alright, kit-kat, what’s got you all upset? was it another bad dream?” he asked her sleepily, but she didn’t answer. instead, her bottom lip quivered and she wrapped her little arms around soda’s neck, starting to properly cry.

he walked with her into the living room, rubbing her back and bouncing her lightly, letting her cry it out, “i know, baby, it’s okay, dada’s right here.”

he pulled his shirt off to do some skin to skin with her, hoping it would help her calm down, and grabbed one of her blankets and wrapped it around her to keep her warm. it took her a little while, but her cries finally subsided to sniffles and whimpers. soda sat down on the couch, kat laying over his chest, his heart breaking looking into her big brown eyes full of tears.

“you wanna tell me what happened?” he asked, brushing back some of her wild red curls. she definitely had the vocabulary to answer him, but she didn’t always want to talk when she wake up in the night. she pouted her bottom lip out again and shook her head. soda whispered, “no words tonight? that’s okay. we can just cuddle.”

he knew it was probably just a dream that spooked her a little bit, but it still broke his heart clean in two when she snuggled up with him, still crying softly.

“you know,” he whispered into her hair, pressing a quick kiss to her forehead. “uncle pony sometimes gets bad dreams, too. they used to spook him pretty bad, but he’s much better now. he’s just got a huge imagination, like you. but the doctor says it’s why he’s so dang smart. and you know what? you’re gonna be just as smart as him and your mama, you know that?”

he kept on talking to her until her breathing evened out and he knew she was asleep. he slowly stood up and carried her back to their room, the blanket still tucked around her.

when soda turned around after closing the door behind him, cherry was sitting up in the bed.

“not you, too,” he smiled at her.

“was she crying? you have work in the morning, i could have gotten her…” she yawned, and immediately cringed as kat started fussing in soda’s arms.

cherry held out her arms and soda passed kat off to her, flopping down next to them in the bed. she cradled their baby in her arms and soda watched in awe as cherry calmed her back down in moments.

“that’s right, sweetheart, you can sleep, mama’s here, dada’s here, we love you so so much, we’ll keep you safe, you can sleep.”

it was only a few minutes before kat was dozing off against cherry, still wrapped up in her blanket. she looked over at soda, her eyebrows raised playfully, “she really doesn’t like staying in her pajamas, does she?”

“i guess not,” soda smiled, laying down next to them, rubbing cherry’s knee where she was sitting up next to him.

“i guess neither of you do,” she giggled, reaching over and gently shoving his bare shoulder. “was she crying? did i sleep through it again?”

“nah, she woke me up,” soda shook his head. “just a bad dream i think, it was nothing.”

cherry nodded and carefully scooted down, setting kat between them.

“you think we’ll ever sleep through the night again?” cherry asked softly, twirling one of kat’s ringlets around her index finger.

“maybe,” soda whispered. “but i bet one day we’ll be crazy enough to miss this.”

cherry hummed in agreement, her eyelids already drooping.

soda pressed a kiss to her head, “she’s staying with us?”

“mm, just this once,” cherry mumbled.

part of soda didn’t believe for a second this would be a one time thing, but he was happy to let it slide. exhaustion taking over, they fell asleep with their baby sandwiched between them, one of soda’s fingers clutched in her hand.

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chad comforting you after getting stood up by your date 🤷🏻‍♀️🤷🏻‍♀️🤷🏻‍♀️

I posted a special prompt list for Scream last night and I'm so excited and inspired to write!!

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With tears in your eyes and a little bit of mascara smeared under your eyes, you knocked on the Meeks-Martins’ door. You probably should have texted Mindy before coming over, but you were already walking up her driveway when you realized it.

After only one knock, Chad answered the door, slipping on his letterman jacket with his other arm.

‘’Is Mindy there?’’ you asked before he could place a word, needing to see your best friend.

Chad adjusted his jacket, getting ready to head to a party. ‘’No... She’s at the movies with Tara. They went to the new Jordan Peele movie.’’ He drew his eyebrows in concern when catching the tears in your eyes. ‘’Everything okay?’’ he asked, opening the door without pressuring you to tell him anything.

You shook your head and he pulled you inside. The party could wait.

Although Mindy was your best friend, Chad wasn’t a stranger. He had put a band-aid on your scraped knee when you fell from your bike in third grade, fell asleep beside each other during backyard-camping many times and you taught him how to swim because couldn’t get the gist when his dad had taught him. You were also the first to sign his cast when he broke his arm during a football game.

You sat down on the couch and spilled everything to him.

‘’Tristan and I were supposed to go on a date together, but he stood me up and went with another girl. I saw them on her Instagram,’’ you explained, heart still heavy.

‘’Quarterback Tristan? That one?’’ Chad asked.

You nodded silently.

Chad knew nothing about dealing with girl-problems — well, boys problems —, but he was able to recognize when someone behaved like an ass.

‘’What a fucking jerk.’’

His reaction surprised you. Tristan was his friend and teammate. Wasn’t there a rule about always having your teammate’s back?

‘’I don’t know why I’m that surprised, though. He stood one of my friends up last month…’’ You shook your head, wishing you hadn’t put so much trust in Tristan. ‘’I just feel really, really stupid.’’ You sniffled, and Chad realized you were crying.

‘’Hey,’’ he cooed, draping his arm around your shoulders and letting you quietly cry into his chest. ‘’You're not stupid. If anyone in this situation is stupid, it’s Tristan. He made a mistake standing you up.’’

Under his jock appearance, Chad was caring and empathic. He was a little self-centered and misspoken at times, but it was part of his charm.

Your tears subsided after a moment and you noticed the black smears on Chad’s grey shirt. ‘’Shit. I think I stained your shirt…’’

Chad looked down and shrugged. ‘’It’s just a shirt,’’ he brushed off.

You blinked with wet lashes and straightened up, probably looking like a mess. ‘’Thank you for being there for me tonight. You probably had plans—’’

‘’Nothing that can’t wait. Besides, if I had not wanted to let you borrow you my shoulder to cry on, I would have slammed the door in your face.’’ He wiped your tears away with his other hand, getting mascara smudged under the pad of his finger. ‘’This jock is not worthy of your time or tears, okay?’’

A small smile curled on your lips and you nodded.

‘’Playing with girls like that is not right. Especially not beautiful ones,’’ Chad added, making your face into a red flush.

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Teen Wolf Movie: Post Credits Scene

Obviously the below is not a real post credits scene... just me needing to air my frustration somehow.  I did not watch the Teen Wolf movie, and now have no intention to.  I got all my information from seeking out spoilers online so I'd know if it was worth the watch.  Felt the need to write this because my soul hurts.  Apologies if I got some minor details wrong from the movie, but I'm not fussed about being canon compliant when the canon doesn't deserve to be complied with ;)

Eli is woken from a fitful sleep by the sound of his bedroom window sliding open.  He doesn’t turn his head to identify the intruder, completely uncaring if they are there to hurt him or console him.  It wouldn’t matter.  Not anymore.

He wonders briefly if Scott or Allison would be able to make it to his room before he was fatally injured by the potential assailant, then closes his eyes in defeat when he remembers they’re not home.  They’re never home anymore.

“Hey, pup.”

Eli shoots into a sitting position at the sound of Stiles’ voice.  He catches a flash of a red hoodie and finds himself all but collapsing into the arms suddenly surrounding him.  The sounds he is making aren’t human and his breath is coming in rough spurts, but he finally, for the first time since his dad’s death, feels completely safe in Stiles’ embrace.  Safe enough to fall apart.

Stiles offers no empty words of comfort or platitudes, simply holds the boy in his arms.  Once Eli regains his breath, Stiles pulls back just enough to see Eli’s face and speaks again.

“I’m so sorry you had to see that,” he says, brushing some hair off of Eli’s forehead so he can see his eyes.

Eli sniffles and wipes the tears off his face.  

“He’s gone, Stiles,” he whispers hoarsely. 

Stiles pulls them to their feet and wraps his arms around Eli’s shoulders.  They take comfort in the embrace for several more minutes.  Eli’s eyes water, but no more tears fall.

“Eli, buddy, look at me,” Stiles says as he takes a step back, towards the open bedroom door.  He waits until Eli looks up before continuing.  “Do you trust me?”

The boy can only nod, not trusting his voice.

Stiles sends him a rueful smile and holds out his hand.  He leads Eli downstairs and out the door, huffing a laugh when he sees the Jeep parked in the driveway.

“How’s Roscoe doing these days?” Stiles asks as he runs his hand over the hood.

Eli clears his throat twice before he can answer.  “Okay.  Da - Dad fixed as much as he could.”

He sees a brief look of devastation overtake Stiles’ face before they climb in, but it’s gone as Stiles holds out his hand for the keys.  Stiles frowns when Eli simply points to the visor above the driver’s seat, and sends him a well-deserved eye roll when the keys drop into his lap from above when he opens it.

They drive in silence until they reach their destination.  It only takes Eli a few minutes to realize where they’re headed, but he says nothing.  Stiles asked for his trust, and he has it.  He’s always had it.

When they park, Eli exits the car on shaky feet.  He can’t bring himself to look up and see his dad’s grave only a few yards away.

“Why are we here?” He asks quietly.

Stiles braces himself, taking several deep breaths before responding.  “There’s something I didn’t tell you or your dad before I left after my last visit.  I,” he pauses and take a few steps towards Derek’s grave.  “I had a - a feeling.”

Eli moves to stand next to Stiles, still not looking at the grave.  “A feeling?”

Stiles sniffles and Eli realizes he’s trying not to cry.  Stiles coughs roughly and wipes at his face, turning it so Eli can’t see the tears.

“A feeling,” he repeats.  “Like I might never see him again.”

The silence hangs heavy between them for several minutes until Stiles sees Eli shiver in the cool night air.

“Only wolf I know who gets cold,” he says fondly, removing his hoodie and wrapping it around the boy.  Eli takes it gratefully and sends Stiles a cautious smile.  Stiles musses his hair and then nods towards Derek’s grave.  “Ready?”

Eli frowns.  “Ready?  Ready for what?”

Stiles doesn’t answer right away, but Eli follows him readily.  They pause in front of the plot and Stiles can’t help but shake his head.  After everything Derek gave to the pack, they couldn’t even be bothered to give him a proper grave site.  Just a plot of dirt with some wilted flowers and withered ribbons. 

“I’ve spent the last year working on this,” Stiles says, pulling a small sealed jar out of his pocket.  He opens it and holds it up for Eli to smell.

Eli’s head rears back in shock at the scent.  “That - that smells like Dad.  How did you do that?”

Stiles snorts.  “Not easily.”  He holds the jar under his nose and smiles as he takes in the earthy, homey aroma.  “Drove me crazy for about three months when I was so close, but knew I was missing something.  You know what it was?”

Eli shakes his head, leaning forward to inhale the scent again.  

“Cinnamon,” Stiles says, still smiling.

“From those ‘frilly little coffee drinks’ he used to love but pretended to hate,” Eli finishes, smiling himself.  “What does it do?”

Stiles sobers and takes another slow, deep breath.  “When I got back to D.C., I could’t shake that feeling.  Anytime I checked in with him, he’d insist he was fine and the pack was doing well.  He just kept telling me not to worry.  But you know me,” he flung out his arm, gesturing to himself.  

“Stiles,” Eli says, stepping forward into the man’s space, his expression serious.  “What does it do?”

Stiles looks down at the jar in his hand and his breathing seems to stop.

“You trust me?” Stiles asks again.

“Yes,” Eli replies quietly. 

“It’s going to bring him back to us.”

As if he can’t bear to see Eli’s reaction, Stiles turns suddenly and upends the jar, sending its contents spilling onto the disturbed earth below.  The words he whispers to the dirt are lost in the sudden gust of wind, but the fervor with which they are spoken causes Eli to shiver and jump to action.

“What can I do?” He asks once Stiles is finished chanting. 

Stiles pulls out a pocket knife and hands it to him.  “We only need a few drops.”

Eli nods seriously and steels himself before cutting a small incision into his left palm.  He holds out the hand and allows Stiles to direct the stream of blood over the grave.

Stiles takes a second to grip Eli’s shoulder before giving himself an identical cut and letting the blood spill on top of Eli’s.

They both step back to the foot of the grave, completely silent.  The wind continues to howl.  The sound grows louder and louder until suddenly it turns into an entirely different kind of howl.  One they both recognize immediately. 

“It’s Dad,” Eli says in amazement.  “Does that mean it worked?  Stiles, did that just work?”

Stiles doesn’t dare speak, just closes his eyes and allows himself to become lost in the howling.  Howling he thought he’d never hear again.  The pressure of unshed tears causes him to open his eyes just as the ground at their feet starts to move.

“Oh my god,” Eli shouts, running two steps forward just as a hand breaks free from the earth.

He grabs the hand and begins to pull frantically.  Stiles gets over his shock and disbelief quickly enough to join Eli as he starts to dig at the ground around the hand.

Seconds later, Derek is free.  And alive.

His eyes glow crimson and he lets out a roar that can be heard for miles around.  He is panting as he stands to full height and looks around to orient himself.

Derek barely has time to realize his son is nearby before he finds himself with his arms full.  Eli is shaking with the effort of his iron-clad grip, but no force on this Earth could get him to let go of his dad.

“Eli,” Derek says, returning the embrace just as fiercely.  “Eli, I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry.”

They whisper reassurances and apologies to each other for what feels like hours.  Their eyes are closed and their knuckles white from the force of their grasps.

Derek suddenly gets a lungful of a scent he wasn’t expecting, and realizes Eli is wearing Stiles’ hoodie.  His eyes fly open and begin searching the clearing frantically.

He sees Stiles standing several steps away, tears flowing down his face and his body trembling.

“Stiles,” Derek whines, opening one of his arms and beckoning for him desperately. 

It was all Stiles needed before running to join the embrace, the three of them all opening crying in the moment.  His arms wrap tightly around both Hales as they all regain their breath and their equilibrium.

Eli pulls away first, rubbing at his face and clearing it of tears.  He takes a step back but keeps his hand on his dad’s arm, not wanting to break contact.  Derek sends him a warm smile and shakes his head at himself in disbelief that he’s alive.

“Derek,” Stiles whispers, adjusting his grip on the man.

Derek’s still-red eyes turn to meet Stiles’, and everything is understood in an instant without a need for words.  He leans into Stiles’ space and presses their foreheads together.  They stay like that, perfectly content, until Eli breaks the silence.

“Okay, I know you guys are, like, having a moment,” he laughs as he ducks both Stiles and Derek’s attempts to swat him in the back of the head.  “But I’m not getting any warmer.  Any chance we can move this reunion indoors?”

Stiles rolls his eyes but can’t contain his grin.  He groans and pulls away with one final squeeze of Derek’s hand.  A silent promise they would pick this up later.  

“Are you sure you’re a werewolf?” Stiles goads Eli as he messes up the boys hair.  

“He’s got a point, Eli,” Derek intones, rounding the two so he and Stiles are bracketing Eli on their walk back to the car.  “Maybe a were-lion?  Something less acclimated to colder weather.”

Eli whines, looking back and forth between the two in mock-outrage.  “Stiles, I thought we had a deal.  We’re supposed to gang up on him,” he says indignantly, pointing his thumb at his dad.  “Not on me!”

Stiles nudges Eli with his shoulder.  “You’re right, pup, a deal’s a deal.  I think we can give your dad a pass though just this one night.”

Eli smiles softly.  He reaches out and grabs his dad’s hand in a way he hasn’t since he was small.  “I guess so.”

Derek and Stiles share a grin over Eli’s head.

“So,” Stiles says cheerily to Eli as they reach the Jeep.  “What do you say we go grab Grandpa and get the hell out of this town once and for all?”

[footprintsinthesxnd]

As Long As We Have Each Other

Bradley Bradshaw x reader

Synopsis: After a rough day all Bradley wants to do is hold his girl and forget everything for a while but after finding out your day has been worse Bradley becomes your shoulder to cry on. Warnings: crying, hard day at work, tough boss

Thank you @callsignmaverick5 for your lovely request.

The sound of the front door shutting gently behind him caused Bradley to sigh with relief. He’d had a rough day, Hangman’s constant nagging and jests were finally getting to him and he didn’t know how he’d contain himself when he’d brought up his father. He was just glad to be home, finally being able to hold his girl and forget about everything for a while.

As the latch locked into place a sense of peace washed over him as he dropped his bag onto the wooden floor and toed off his boots. The house was silent which was unusual, you normally had some kind of music playing. He followed his normal route through the house in search of you but came back empty-handed. He noticed the French doors were open and as he stepped out into your small garden he could just make out your figure alone on the beach across the road. Bradley had always considered himself lucky to have a house so close to the beach. It was perfect for summer barbecues or late-night walks, surfing and sunbathing. He watched your figure sit motionlessly, staring out into the ocean. He slipped on his flip-flops that he always left handy by the back door and made his way out, crossing the quiet road and heading towards you. He was glad he’d changed before leaving work because the last time he wore his flight suit to the beach after work Hangman had come along and with the help of Coyote had thrown him into the sea. It had taken ages to clean and dry it and Bradley was convinced he was still finding sand in the cockpit for months afterwards. When he reached the other side of the road he could see that your shoulders were shaking slightly and you were bent forward. You were crying. Bradley hurried over to you quickly but trying not to startle you. “Baby? What’s wrong?” You jumped a little, looking up at Bradley with red, tear-stained cheeks. You sniffed helplessly and Bradley took a seat beside you in the sand, pulling you close to his chest and cradling your head. You could hear the light thumping of his heart and you felt a small sense of relief. Whenever you felt anxious or worried just the sound of Bradley’s heartbeat could ground you.

“Darling, what happened?” Bradley asked, trying to coax you gently away from his body so he could look into your eyes. He hated seeing you upset, if he could he would take all your pain away and never let you hurt again but Bradley couldn’t do that so he tried to shield you as much as he could.

“Just something a work,” you mumbled, trying to turn your head away from him but he was having none of it. Taking your face in his large palms, he turned you back to face him. “What happened?”

You sniffled again, trying to compose yourself before you spoke. “Just Cyclone being harsh about my flying again. He said I'm being too safe but when I fly like my dad he said I'm too dangerous.” Bradley sighed, looking at your tear-stained face. “I don’t know what to do, Brad. I just want to be a good pilot and I have to work twice as hard as anyone else because I’m a woman.” You could see the look on Bradley’s face and you regretted what you’d said. Of course, he’d had a difficult time after your father had pulled his papers and he couldn’t attend the academy like his father. “Brad, I did mean…”

“No you do have to work hard to be where you are and I understand but Baby you're an incredible pilot so don’t fly cautiously like me or recklessly like Mav. Fly like you.” You looked at him confused and he chuckled as you crinkled your nose.

“What I mean is don’t try to be like anyone else, I want you to be you. Hell, that's why I fell in love with you.” You could help but smile up at the man you loved. The sun was setting casting a golden glow over his soft cheeks, his blonde moustache shining in the light as he gave you a bright smile. “You are too good for me, Brad.” You leant up, pressing your lips gently to his. His moustache tickled your upper lip but you didn’t care, moving to sit in your boyfriend's lap, placing your palms against his chest.

“I think that’s the other way around, Baby.” Bradley pulled you in for another kiss, this time less needy but still full of love. “As long as we have each other we don’t need anyone else.” He whispered into your hair. Cradled in Bradley’s arms you let your fears of the day wash away from you as you enjoyed his embrace. As the sun set on another day on North Island it took with it all your doubts and fears of being an aviator. You were a good pilot, a great one even and as long as Bradley beloved in you that’s all that mattered.

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Can I request a wally with a child reader? I wonder how wally would take care of a child reader? Maybe he’s like a older brother or dad idk

A/n: Omfg I loved this prompt so much I wrote three whole pages in one sitting, I kinda want to make this into a series more in depth, I have so many more ideas for this concept so let me know what you guys think!

Pairing: Wally Darling and Gn Child Reader ( Platonic, Fluff, slight mentions of Possessiveness)

Oneshot, and Headcannons

Wally was awoken one night by the repeated slamming of Home closing and opening the door to his room, groggily Wally got out of bed, at first to inquire why Home had been so insistent on awaking him.

But he was stopped when he was alerted to the sound of crying drifting in through the now opened window near the back of home.

Wally hesitated, that side of the house was the side facing the woods, the restricted area, he paused unsure of what to do.

But what if someone needed his help? Maybe the risk outweighed his curiosity, but the more he thought about it the more anxiety bubbled up inside his chest, that was rare, this couldn’t be good.

Without anymore time to think Wally opened Homes front door, the warm night air caressed his face gently, the smell of wet grass filled his senses as he paused drinking in his senses as the wind blew past him without thought, that was until the muffled sobs began again quieter, faint even, but still evident.

Wally turned the corner walking along the side of home as he drew nearer and nearer the cries becoming more clear before they ceased.

Wally paused his body growing stiff, taking in a breath he moved the brush aside revealing a small child, cowering in the middle of the bushes, their head tucked beneath their arms, before they lifted their head, their fearful eyes met his, their face stained with tears and their eyes puffy from crying, they flinched scooting back in fear.

Wally raised his hands in defense as the child began to cry again, Wally was clueless to an extent, sure he was made to teach kids lessons and guide them in some sort of way but he himself hadn’t actually ever interacted with a real child before, especially not one who seemed to be so full of fear.

Wally frantically stepped closer in an attempt to soothe the crying child, but this only seemed to make things worse as their cries became screams of protest, with no sign of getting closer to the child Wally tried a different approach.

“I’m not going to hurt you, I’m a friend, I only want to help. Is that okay with you?” for a moment the child paused, their brows becoming furrowed, as they glared with red eyes, clearly skeptical of the offer 

“I-I’m not supposed to talk to strangers.” the child stammered, crossing their arms defensively

Wally smiled gently

“Well, I’m Wally, and your name is…?” he gestured, hoping they would catch on

They sniffled, before stuttering out their reply

“I’m Y/n.” it was short and simple but it was enough to make they give a shy smile to the puppet

Wally gave a grin in return scooting beside you as you leaned into Wally, Wally tensed for a moment before settling into the sudden contact

“What are you doing here all by yourself, Y/n?” Wally asked gently, earning a small frown from you

“I don’t know, I don’t remember how I got here, I just woke up without my parents…” you trailed off again your eyes welling with tears alarmed Wally dropped the subject, wrapping his arms around you instead.

“Hey, I’m sorry I won’t bring it up again. But don’t you worry friend, we'll get you back to your parents, for now I’ll look after you.”

you nodded into Wally as he scooped you up carrying you into the house before setting you down on the floor of the guest room

“You can sleep here tonight.” he offered, but he felt your hand becoming tighter around his, he looked down to see you anxiously peering into the dark room before looking back up at him with wide eyes

“Can I just sleep with you tonight?” you whispered, Wally smiled gently as he picked you up again before giving you a soft bop on the nose

“Of course you can, don’t you worry bud, I won’t let anything get you.” you giggled playfully, as Wally began to walk to his room setting you down on the bed before he tucked you in, he was about to walk to his side before he stopped upon feeling you tug on his sleeve

“Could you give me a kiss goodnight? I usually get one from my parents, but their not here.” he nodded before laying a soft kiss on your forehead whispering goodnight before making himself comfortable under the covers as he felt sleep fall upon him 

The next morning Wally awoke to you shaking him with a whine, groggily he rubbed his eyes, suddenly remembering what had happened last night 

“What's going on kiddo?” he asked with a yawn to which you groaned 

“I’m hungry, and you’ve been sleeping forever.” you cried, Wally hummed slowly rising from the bed as you dragged him from the room, waiting as he took you into the kitchen.

Rifling through the cabinets before he found an unopened box of cereal, opening the fridge and pouring you some milk he set the bowl down on the table, which apparently, was too tall for you to reach.

Wally lifted you onto the seat before he pulled a chair out from across from you sitting down as you scarfed down your breakfast

“Do you remember anything before you got here?” Wally asked curiously, you looked up to the ceiling in thought as milk dripped down your face, you shook your head, Wally sighed trying to think of what to do next

While living with Wally you would take frequent trips to Frank's house, though you, yourself wouldn’t actually talk to Frank on most days Julie would be around so she would keep you preoccupied while Wally spoke to Frank, you weren’t really sure what it was they were talking about but it seemed important

Wally had promised you that you would see your parents again after all

When living in the neighborhood if you went anywhere you were always with Wally, he simply couldn’t let you out of his sight for one moment, whenever you weren’t where he could see you he would go into a frenzy until you were back in his line of sight

Overtime you grew used to the neighborhood, all of Wally's friends were extremely nice and you saw them often enough to begin to trust them as much as you trusted Wally

You and Wally begin to grow into the Father figure role that had blossomed over your shared time together, and Wally felt that overtime you two had grown to completely trust each other, you were inseparable! 

Wally was extremely loving and patient with you even when you were upset, a very stark contrast to when he first met you, your presence in his Home began to become increasingly evident, your drawing were strung on the fridge for all to see, your toys and clothes set up around your room like you had always been there, it felt like there was a new warmth added to the house, a refreshing touch of youthful joy made Wally feel alive again

But who new how long this would last, what if one day as mysteriously as you had come you vanished, as though you had never even existed, Wally had promised to take you back to your ‘real’ home, but what if that was something he couldn’t do? What if even if he could, he didn’t want to?

The idea of letting you go was something Wally couldn’t bear, but was it really his decision?

AAAAAA I loved this so much! <3333

[theshotsheardacrossworlds]

Homesick

Frustrated by the lack of any solution to her not so little tadpole problem, Selene Longsong receives comfort from an unexpected source---Rolan. SFW.

Selene Longsong yelled, tears streaming down her pale red cheeks and tail wagging behind her. She then picked up yet another rock and threw it into the water. After a truly depressing dinner with her companions, she explained that she needed some time alone to “process everything.”

Process.

Process that so far, we’ve found no cure. That Nettie had a bloody branch coated in a lethal toxin in case I didn’t tell her everything.

WHICH I DID BECAUSE I THOUGHT HEALERS ARE SUPPOSED TO HEAL. FUCK ME, I GUESS!

“FUCK!”

“A good evening to you too.”

WHAT?!?!?

Selene turned suddenly around to see quite possibly the last person I expected to see. “Rolan.” She sniffled, wiping her eyes. “I, um, didn’t hear you coming.”

He rolled his eyes. “Well, it must be hard to hear among the screaming and splashes.” Any bravado and humor he might have had disappeared as he observed her. “Are you alright?”

He looks worried.

Can I trust him?

Should I trust him?

Or will he—

He tentatively stepped towards her, holding out one of his hands. “If I might be of any service, my friend, then please—”

Her lower lip quivered as more tears fell. “Rolan…I just want to go home…”

“I know, my dear. I know.”

Between his sad smile, tender tone, and kind eyes, Selene allowed herself to let go for the first time since she was abducted and began to weep. Rolan immediately took her hand, and with his other arm around her thick waist, he led her to a nearby bench. “There, there. There, there. Why don’t we sit down?” He murmured softly, and she felt herself practically melting in his hold.

After they settled on the bench, I’m not letting go of his hand. Feels too nice. And he smells nice. “I’m sorry. I…” Sorry, it’s been a shit in a shit week. “I just want to go home…”

Home.

Mum and Dad.

My cat.

My friends.

Brownies.

Where there’s no tadpoles or racist druids or cults…

“You said home is Baldur’s Gate, did you not?” He asked as he squeezed her hand. “Do you have family there?”

She nodded. “My parents. Mum’s a cook at Wildheart Manor. Dad runs his gran’s bakery, where I work in between adventuring jobs.” Finally stopped crying. Thank gods. “Though he wasn’t always a baker.” She smiled and squeezed his hand. “He was a pirate when he was a young man. Mum was a barmaid at the Elfsong Tavern. But when they found out they were having me,” What a fucking surprise that was, according to Mum. “Mum got the job at Wildheart Manor, and Dad decided to help his gran and the bakery. And now I do too.” As much as I love being a barbarian…being an adventurer…protecting people…I don’t know. Mum and Dad are getting older. I should…I wish…No. Best not to speak of this in front of a very handsome man.

There was a kindness in his yellow eyes that she swooned over on the inside. I’m not making a fool of out of myself…not in front of him…oh gods. “You’re close with your family. That’s admirable. Wonderful, even.” Rolan chuckled nervously. “Lia and Cal annoy the hells out of me sometimes, but I don’t know what my life would like without them.” He glanced at her quickly, cheeks flushed. “Your parents must be very proud of you.”

“From the day I was born, they’ve been proud. Wanna hear something wild?” Haha get it, I’m a wild magic barbarian. Please laugh. Oh thank fuck, he laughed! “My parents are human—”

Rolan’s eyes widened. “Y-you mean, you were born to human parents or were you adopted?”

Uh oh, maybe I should keep my mouth shut. He looks even more nervous. Shit.

She released his hand and fidgeted slightly. “Yeah, born to them. Um, if this makes you uncomfortable…” Maybe he thinks I’m a freak?

He reached for her hand again. “My apologies. It’s not that I’m uncomfortable. Far from it.” THANK GOODNESS. “It’s just…erm, I’ve never heard of a tiefling born to human parents who actually…kept the baby. You’re the first.” He shook his head, then met her gaze, smiling politely. “But please continue. I want to hear where this story is headed, as it were.” Rolan, you’re such a fucking dork and I love it.

Selene grinned. “So, when I was born, the midwife tried to tell Mum and Dad I could be ‘removed’ or some shit. Do you want to know what they did?” Upon hearing him hum in assent, she continued. “Mum clutched me and said, ‘If you try to take my baby, I’ll fucking kill you.’ Dad apparently was ready to enter a rage and was looking for something blunt to knock out the midwife if necessary.”

He barked a laugh. “Goodness me, your parents do love you very much. Yes, yes…” Stop being so nervous, Rolan. Do I make him nervous? Shit. “You’re very lucky, you know.”

Yes.

Yes, I am.

And I miss them so much.

Okay, before I start crying again, I need to change the subject.

“I’m also very lucky because I have a cat.” Selene giggled. “His name is Mortimer, and he’s my baby.”

Rolan snorted. “Mortimer?”

“Mortimer. I found him when he was a kitten…”

Selene did not know how long she and Rolan sat and talked, nor did she care, only admitting the passage of time when he stifled a yawn.

“Forgive me, I think the hour is now quite late.” He said with a rueful smile. “May I walk you back to your camp, my dear? You never know what lurks in the shadows.” Rising, he offered his hand, which she took with a warm smile.

Rolan, I’m a barbarian.

She shook her head and stood. “No, I’ll be fine. Thanks for tonight. For listening. For being a friend. Thank you.”

Her bright blue demonic eyes stared into his yellow ones.

Should I?

I SHOULD!

Heart pounding in her chest, she quickly kissed his cheek, wished him a good night, and turned to return to her camp, giggling like a giddy schoolgirl.

Rolan stood frozen for several moments before he lifted a hand to where she had kissed him.

“Good gods, she’s going to be the death of me.”

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Janis ‘Imi’ike x burnt out troubled kid reader where readers parents kick them out again and reader doesn’t want to come to their friends with their troubles so they try to stay away from everyone.

Be Alright

Janis ‘Imi’ike x gn! reader

Warnings: fluff, angst, some coarse language, underage drinking + driving, implied depression, mentions of death due to illness

In which, reader is way too independent and doesn’t like asking for help. Even when they really need it

“y/n, talk to me.”

“No. I’m fine. I’m just tired, I slept at 3a.m. last night.”

You hung up on Janis, tossing your phone aside and just closed your eyes.

~~~~~

“Hey, I haven’t seen you at school today. What’s going on?”

“Uh, I— I have the flu so I’m at home.” You admitted painfully.

“Oh, I’ll be by soon with some soup.”

“You don’t have to—”

“I’ll be there very soon.”

~~~~~

“Hey.” Janis nudged you from the back and you got startled awake.

“What time did you get to sleep last night?” She asks, you rested your head on folded arms.

“I don’t know.” You answered incoherently, “4?”

“What?”

“I don’t know the exact time okay? I drank last night.”

~~~~~

Your Mom has just picked you up from the police station after you arrested for drinking and driving. It was just after 3a.m.— you were tired, so was she. She was angry and so were you. The tension was high and even in your state, you could see that she’s had it with you.

“y/n, this is the third time this has happened.” She sighs while pulling up in the driveway of your house, “I’m sick of bailing you out of these things all the time. What is it with you? Why do you always get yourself in such situations?”

You didn’t say anything but just got out of the car. “I’m afraid I’m gonna have to kick you out. Until you show that you’re actually going to change for the better instead of harming yourself all the time. Your grades are slipping, you barely sleep, you skip school so often. Why?”

“Fuck it.”

Your Mom takes a deep breath, biting the inside of her cheek. She was about to ask you to talk about everything that was bothering you but then she just…“Yeah, okay. Fuck it!” Your Mom yelled back, “Pack up and leave, right now.”

Holding back tears, you ran into the house to pack a bag. Your stepfather stops you when he saw you running up the stairs to asked you what happened but you just ignored him, swallowing the tears. After hastily putting as much as you could into your backpack, you left the house without saying a word to either of your parents.

You made your way to Janis’, angry, terrified and heartbroken. Stepping onto her porch, you rang the doorbell. You saw a shadow in the window of Janis’ room— she was awake. Then, it disappeared before the front door swung open and you came face to face with her. “y/n.” She was shocked to see you like this— red-faced, unkempt, teary-eyed. “Come in, baby.”

You followed her lead up to her bedroom quietly. You sat down on her bed and she shuts the door behind herself. “What happened?” She asked gently, pulling her desk chair up to sit before you.

“My Mom kicked me out. Said she was done with me getting into trouble.” You told her curtly.

“Did you drink again?” She asks you hesitantly. You look at her and tried not to roll your eyes but eventually admitted that you had indeed been drinking— and driving. That was your final strike.

“I just miss my Dad, Jan.” You revealed, you couldn’t help it but sniffle.

Your Dad— not your stepfather. The guy who was your biggest role model and cheerleader — the guy who promised that he’d always be there for you. He had passed away nearly a year ago to an aggressive form of cancer.

“How could he just—” You choked on a sob, head buried in your hands. Janis grabs your hands, her thumbs stroking your knuckles. You shook your head, as if to get rid of the thoughts. “I just— I miss him so much, and my Mom— it’s like she doesn’t even care anymore. All she cares about is her new guy.”

Janis knew. Deep down, she just knew you wouldn’t just act out for the heck of it. You did it because you wanted your Mom’s attention- her love and care. Which she has failed to give you ever since she started dating three months after your Dad passed. You flat out started refusing to talk to her about anything other than stupid stuff like the weather and the time. She’d ask how you were doing, and you just dismissively said you were okay— even on days that you weren’t. Janis knew it. But she didn’t want to push you. She was scared to push you too hard and break you even more. Janis has been trying to help you in any way she could, without you even asking. You appreciated her for it, but lately, you haven’t been showing it really well.

She got into bed with you, holding you in her arms. “You’ll be alright.” She whispers, rubbing your back, “This, I promise you. I will help you with anything you need in order to get better again. Right now, ignore your Mom and the new guy. What you need to do is focus on yourself. Finding healthy ways to cope. I know you’re feeling frustrated and angry because your Dad left so suddenly. But you know that he would never leave you if he could choose. He loves you. That’ll never change. But right now, your own life is in your hands. How you choose to live every day…are you just gonna desperately try to get your Mom to notice you all while harming your own health or are you going to live your best life, the life you’re supposed to live and continue making your Dad proud? I know for a fact that he is so proud of you— I could see it. Okay? There is no doubt in that.”

You listened to her while you laid your head in her chest, one arm around her and your other hand naturally rested on her chest near her torso. “It’s so hard.”

“I know, bubba.” Janis presses a kiss to the top of your head, “But I know I’ll go through all of it with you, just as I have been, alright? You can always come to me— for anything. I mean it, y/n. Anything.”

You nod wordlessly.

“I want you to promise me.” She added on, stroking your hair.

You locked eyes with her, taking in a deep breath, “I promise.”

“Right now, what I want you to do…is get some sleep. Think you can do that? I’ll be right here cuddling you.”

You hummed, “Yeah.”

“Good.” Janis continues stroking your hair, then went smoothly down your back, “Close your eyes. Sleep tight, y/n.”