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illfoandillfie · 29 days ago

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Imperfect

Pairing: Ben Hardy x Reader

Summary: Ben comes home after being away for a while but the celebration you anticipated doesn't go quite how you thought it would.

Words: 4,191

Warnings: smut, references to periods, oral sex (m and f receiving), gagging (not in a sexy way), P in V sex, sex toys, things don't go according to plan.

A/N: I think this one was inspired by a porn blog i followed (since deleted i think??) who wrote a post about seeing her long distance bf and everything going wrong and i just couldn't shake the idea.

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“You can’t say stuff like that when I’m so close to my period,” you whined, thankful you were alone in your flat so no one would see your blush, “You know how horny I get.” “Well if you get off tonight you really should tell me about it. In detail.” Ben replied and you could only imagine his cheeks were flushed too, especially after the filth he’d just come out with. “Actually, I’ve got a minute now if you wanna...phone sex is hot.” You laughed, “You might have time but, unfortunately, I do not. Rach’ll be here in a min.” “Not even for one little wank? I promise I’ll be fast. Been so long since I’ve had you that just the word cunt is giving me a stiffy.” “I’ll make it up to you tomorrow when you get home. Promise.” “How?” There was the sound of shuffling fabric under the word. “Stop trying to start phone sex, I’m about to go out!” “Who said I was starting anything. I gave you a list of things I’ve been thinking about doing to you and I wanna know which you fancy most. If I was tossing off while you told me, whats the harm?” “You’re terrible.” “Doubt you’ll think so tomorrow. And I hope you spend the night thinking about everything I said, I want you wet when I get there so I can be in you sooner.” “Believe me, I wont stop thinking about it.” “Neither,” Ben groaned. “Are you seriously touching yourself?” “Yeah,” he voice was breathier than before, “I got my cock out when I thought you’d be down for a quickie and it was too hard to just leave it. You’ve got a sexy voice.” A car horn tooted and, peeking out the window, you could see your friend Rachel waving from her car. You waved back and turned to grab your bag, “She’s here, I gotta go.” “Your loss.” Ben paused for a moment, letting out a series of fake, but no less arousing, moans, followed by a much more real grunt, “See you tomorrow.” “Can’t wait, I love you.” “I love you too.” “I’ll be waiting for you in bed. Naked.” Ben groaned just before you hung up, giggling to yourself.

You weren’t actually in bed when Ben arrived home the following afternoon. Neither were you fully naked, but Ben wasn’t too disappointed. Laying on the couch in only a bra and one of his shirts was close enough, and somehow more erotic. “Fuck I’ve missed you,” he said as he dropped his bags where he stood. You pushed yourself to your knees as he swooped in to kiss you, pulling you tight into his arms and then manoeuvring you onto his lap. It felt like you could breathe again as you wrapped your arms around his neck, though if anything the fierce kissing made it harder. Ben groaned against your lips as your rocked in place, his already semi hard cock trapped within the confines of his jeans. His hands wandered under your shirt and up to your breasts, giving them a quick squeeze over your bra, though stopping when you hissed through your teeth. “Sorry, my period’s due tomorrow and my boobs are still really sore.” “Shit, sorry babe. Do you want me to stop touching them?” “No, it’s okay, just no squeezing or anything too hard y’know.” “This better?” He asked, rubbing over your nipples with his thumbs as he gently cupped your boobs. “Mmm, yeahs thats good.” Ben smiled against your lips as he kissed you again, still carefully toying with one nipple as his other hand slid down to your hip. He gave you a brief squeeze, the motion of it encouragement to keep rubbing against him as he hardened under you. A particularly well timed roll of your hips made Ben whimper against your lips. “So hard already?” you asked, following the words with a kiss to the corner of his mouth, and then another proper one full on the lips. “Mmhmm,” Ben hummed, his fingers tangled in your hair as he kissed you back, eagerly parting his lips for your tongue. “I’m flattered,” you chuckled breathily after another minute, Ben’s lips now on your neck, both hands roaming down to your arse as if checking he remembered what all of you felt like. “Told you I’d missed you. Have you missed me?” You reached between your bodies, readjusting a little so you could undo his fly and help free his cock, “Should I show you just how much?” “Yeah,” he panted as you palmed his hard length, “Bedroom?” “Not yet baby. Missed you so much I don’t think I can wait that long. Need you in my mouth right now.” At that you slipped off his lap, lowering yourself to the floor. Ben helped to remove his pants before spreading his legs so you could wiggle into a comfortable position between them. It was a position you loved being in and one you’d been sorely missing while Ben had been away, so you weren’t inclined to tease him too much as you took his length in your hand, stoking him a few times to make sure he was truely hard. Ben was panting even before you’d lowered your heard and you were eager to hear more. His moans were fun over the phone but nowhere near as pretty as hearing them from above you while you licked and sucked his cock.

Ben was clearly enjoying everything you were doing, his panting turning to gasps and groans as you finally wrapped your lips around his head. It was impossible to supress the hum of satisfaction as you revelled in having him this way again, gradually letting yourself sink further down his shaft. His hand was resting on the top of your head, helping to guide you but mostly giving him something to tug on as you stroked what your lips hadn’t yet reached. You gagged a little as you readjusted to his size, but thankfully Ben found that as hot as anything else you’d done, letting out a loud moan as you brought yourself back up to take a few breaths before taking him in again. “Fuck babe,” he grunted, “Gonna make me cum,” You hummed again, pressing yourself down further, desperate to prove him right. But it had been a while since you’d last blown him and in your eagerness you rushed things a bit much. It was badly timed, pushing yourself to take more of him as his hips bucked at the feeling of your mouth. You gagged again but this time weren’t able to draw back as fast and so the one gag was followed by another and then another before you could manage to pull back and force yourself to breathe. It was uncomfortable, making your stomach lurch and your throat sting. And you couldn’t imagine it had looked or sounded particularly sexy when it felt so bad, not even with the string of saliva clinging to Ben’s cock and your lip. “Woah, babe, you okay?” Ben asked, his hand moving suddenly from your hair to instead rub your back. You nodded, swallowing back the acid reflux in your throat as you tried to breathe normally. “Let’s switch it up,” you said when you finally felt able to talk, “Bedroom?” “Are you still up to it? We can stop.” “No, no, I really fucking want to. I just need a glass of water first.” Ben leaned forward to kiss you briefly, “Probably good I didn’t cum then, huh. More for your needy cunt.” You whimpered at the growl in his voice, the unexpected interruption not enough to dowse your desire.

Once you’d had some water you made your way to the bedroom, finding Ben already stretched out in the bed, cock in hand. “Was worried you were gonna leave me to sort myself out,” he joked with a grin, laying back a little so you could clearly see just how hard he was. With a laugh you hurried to join him, pulling the shirt you wore off as you went. Before you’d even properly climbed in beside him, Ben’s hands were on your waist tugging you in close, and he was kissing you again. You managed to manoeuvre yourself so you were straddling him again, his cock pressing against your cunt in a way that made your stomach flip with excitement. “You want help with that bra or d’you wanna leave it on?” Ben asked against your throat, his finger toying with the clasp. “Umm, leave it. Don’t want any other distractions right now, just need you.” Ben dipped his head to kiss the top of your breast, his hands slipping further down your sides, and before you’d even registered the change he was gripping you tight and rolling you under him. You let out a surprised little sound, though you were soon distracted as Ben kissed you again, his hand moving between your legs. You were wet enough that his fingers slipped into you easily, a groan falling from his lips as he pressed them deeper. “Babe if I don’t fuck you soon, I’m gonna make a right mess of these sheets.” You laughed and nodded, eager to feel him fill you properly, though you were also aware you weren’t really properly ready. So you told Ben to get the lube to make things a little easier.

He was quick about it, moving no further away from you than was absolutely necessary to reach into his bedside table. You bit your lip as you watched him shift to his knees and stroke lube along his cock, his tip so flushed it looked painful. But moments later he was pushing your legs wider so he could better observe as he spread lube around your hole, watching as his fingers disappeared into you. “Now Benny, please,” you whined, unable to withstand waiting much longer. Your breath caught as he settled on top of you, your legs spreading wider to accommodate him as he lined himself up and pressed into you. He went slowly, which you appreciated because it meant the stretch was easier to handle than if he’d rushed it, but you suspected he was thinking more about how close he was. His hips stuttered a few times and he had to pause once to let out a long breath, eyes squeezed shut as he tried to keep his composure. It was a little torturous, knowing he was so much closer than you, feeling him move so slowly when you wanted friction, but it was hot too. Knowing he was willing himself to last longer just for you, and that he was only so close because you felt so good around his cock, that was a rush. It made you want to touch him more, to really test his stamina. You grabbed Ben’s arse with one hand, fingers pressing hard against his soft skin which just made Ben groan, his hips jolting a little at the unexpected touch. “Babe you have to give me a second,” he whimpered, “I’m so fucking close.” You just laughed, “You don’t have to try and wait, Benny, I love when you cum in me. Just try and fuck me a little too, okay?” Ben nodded as he let you guide him into another kiss, his brows knitted together as he tried to hold back anyway. But he did rock into you, his pace uneven, groaning on every stroke. You let your hand slip down to your clit since Ben was already focusing on so much, moaning at the combination of sensations. But, as much as it was working for you, it was even more effective for Ben. A sudden clench was all it took. “Je-Jesus, fuck, sorry,” Ben managed to grunt as he held himself inside you, his orgasm making him moan. You didn’t mind that he’d finished so quick. It wasn’t as if it was unexpected, and you did love the feeling, and it was nice when he collapsed onto you afterwards, but it was a little disappointing none the less so you decided you should tease him a little anyway. After a few quiet moments as Ben caught his breath you said, “Well at least you sounded pretty,” “Fuck I’m sorry honey,” he groaned against your throat, “I really tried.” “I know you did,” you rubbed his back, “I guess my pussy’s just too good.” “Oh it is,” he said earnestly, pushing himself up a little so he could see you properly, “But I’ll make it up to you.” “Oh yeah? How?” The soft pout he’d been using slipped into a cocky grin as he unentangled himself from you. Your breath hitched a little as he slipped out of you but he quickly made up for it, scooting down the bed so he could lie between your legs. “Oh I see,” you laughed, relaxing back against the pillows as his lips latched onto your clit.

Ben was very good at eating you out. He’d done it on your second date, which was partly why you’d agreed to a third, and had only improved in the years you’d been together. But it was extremely hot when he ate you out after he’d already cum in you. It felt so filthy, especially because he was so talkative about it, telling you how much he loved seeing his cum dribble out of you, how seeing it made him want to cum into you again and again. He fingered you as he spoke, but his mouth was never far away, so you could feel his breath as he moaned about how good you tasted together, how he could eat you out for hours if you’d only let him. And then you’d gasp as he sucked at you again, his fingers steadily thrusting into you as he licked up your wetness and his cum, toying with your clit in the best way. The bonus of having Ben go down on you was that he was getting turned on again to. You liked to watch him sometimes, when he was too preoccupied to notice, pushing yourself up on your elbows to better see him buried between your thighs. But when you saw him rubbing himself against the bed, seeking out any little pleasure as he revelled in licking your cunt, you dropped back to the pillow with a moan. He clearly took the sound as encouragement, becoming somehow more enthusiastic, his touch firmer, his own hums and moans more frequent. There had been a lot of build up – just being apart and missing him, and all the things he’d said on the phone to work you up, and the joy of finally being able to touch him and kiss him and take him – so Ben had no difficulties in bringing you to the edge and drawing you over it. Your legs tightened around his head but he barely seemed to notice, so intent on prolonging your pleasure and so desperate not to let a drop of your release go to waste. You ended up needing to tug on his hair as you whined for him to stop, your clit becoming oversensitive as he continued to touch it. Though when he looked up at you, pouting a little at being made to stop, chin glistening and hair all over the place, you were so struck by how hot he looked, you nearly pushed him back down and let him keep going.

“How was that?” Ben asked as he moved to lie his head beside yours on the same pillow. You didn’t bother with words, letting out a satisfied hum as you stretched a little. Ben just chuckled and pulled you into another kiss. He had started to harden again while he was going down on you, but it was too soon for either of you to be properly ready for more so, for a little while, you just lay there and talked. There were a few soft kisses in between but mostly it was just nice to catch up on things you’d missed while he was away, Ben playing with your fingers or pressing his nose into your neck so his voice was muffled and your skin tingled with his breath. You ended up laying perpendicular to him, across the width of the bed, your head resting on his stomach as you laughed at something stupid together. It was whilst you were lying there that you turned your head the other way and saw Ben’s semi had grown. “Can’t even talk to a mostly naked girl without getting hard,” you tutted jokingly. “What can I say, that bra makes your boobs look phenomenal. And I didn’t really get to fuck you before.” “Just stuck it in and came straight away.” you laughed. “Very pathetic, I know,” he chuckled, “Especially after telling you all that stuff yesterday." You snorted at the reminder, and moved your hand to wrap around his shaft, “Lucky for you I’m willing to give you another shot.” Ben groaned at your touch but quickly stopped you, “How do you want it? From behind? You always cum easy like that.” You agreed quickly, already pushing yourself up, eager to feel him in you properly.

Ben didn’t disappoint. His grasp was firm as he gripped your hip with one hand, using the other to guide himself into your cunt. Though he also thought it was funny to stop once he was situated and pretend to cum instantly. You rolled your eyes at the joke and told him to pop a Viagra if he had to. He just laughed as slid his now free hand over your arse and up to your hip, holding your tight as he gave a quick thrust. It soon became very apparent that the little blue pill was unnecessary. He took his time building into a steady rhythm, finding a pace that worked for both of you. You moaned as you finally got to feel him properly, his length stroking against your walls so perfectly that you couldn’t help but moan. Every now and again he’d add in an unexpected thrust, maybe a little harder than the others, maybe just out of time with what you were expecting. You’d gasp at the surprise but it never failed to make you clench around him, which in turn made Ben from grunt behind you. On one particular rough thrust, you let yourself collapse a little, your arms folding under you, so you were panting into the bedding as Ben held your hips in place and continued to pound into you, not immediately switching back to the previous pace he’d set. You stayed like that for a moment, just enjoying the feeling of being properly fucked, though you soon realised Ben was reaching his peak faster than you were. With a little effort you managed to slip you hand down to rub your clit. Ben did his best to help stimulate you too, grabbing and squeezing your arse, even toying with your arsehole a little, spitting on it and rubbing around it. And it did help, a bit. You were getting closer, just not fast enough, and not as fast as Ben. “You gotta cum babe,” he panted, his steady strokes slipping out of time. “I can’t Benny,” you whined, pressing harder against your clit, getting desperate. Ben lasted another couple of minutes but there was only so long he could hold out. He moaned as he came. Once again you felt that mix of disappointment (more acutely this time since you’d been closer than before) and pleasure at how good it felt when Ben came in you. And once again, Ben was apologising. “It’s okay Benny,” you said, rolling over onto your back so Ben could settle on top of you, “Just means we have to go again as soon as you can manage it.” He laughed and nodded, stifling a small yawn, “Well that shouldn’t take long.”

He was sort of right. A couple of minutes to recover, a little dirty talk to speed up the process, and half of a porn video pulled up on your phone, and he was ready to go again. You suggested that you’d be on top this time and he eagerly agreed. Unfortunately, that mornings travel and the two orgasms he’d already had seemed to be taking a toll. Ben was clearly exhausted, his cock softening unexpectedly as you were trying to ride him. His cheeks coloured pink as he realised he wasn’t stiff anymore, “Shit, sorry, give me another min.” You lifted yourself off and Ben worked on stroking himself back up, the slick left over from your cunt making his fist glide along his shaft. “There we go,” he groaned, fully hard once more. You sank down once more, sighing happily at being so full again. But before long you felt his erection soften again. “Maybe I do need that Viagra,” Ben frowned. Carefully shifting from his lap, you lay down beside Ben and stroked his hair, “No honey, you’re probably just worn out. It’s okay.” You were going to say more but you cut yourself off when you caught sight of Ben’s cock. “Shit, Ben, are you bleeding?” “Wha-?” He sat up, both of you examining his now very soft dick. You grabbed him, perhaps a little harder than you meant to if his sudden sharp inhale was anything to go by, to try and see where the blood was coming from when you realised what it meant and started laughing. “What’s so funny?” Ben asked nervously. “You’re not bleeding. I am. My period started.” “Oh thank Christ.” You groaned partly because you knew you’d have to get up and find underwear and go to the toilet and you didn’t really feel like getting out of bed, and partly because it would have been nice on Ben’s cock but he clearly wasn’t up to it and by the time he was you’re period would probably have killed your mood. But then an idea came to you. “What if I used one of my toys?” If Ben were a dog, his ears would have pricked up. You absently drew your finger along his thigh, “You can watch and talk to me and touch me and just generally help me get off, and I’ll still get to cum how I wanted to but on a dildo instead of a real dick.” “I’ll be so helpful.” You laughed at Ben’s eagerness, “Can you start by getting me a towel? I know my periods just started so it shouldn’t be too messy but I’d rather not risk staining the sheets.” By the time Ben got back, still naked, holding two folded towels so you could choose, you’d grabbed out the toy and found some clothes to put on afterwards. And once you’d spread out the towel and gotten comfortable, Ben kept being helpful. He offered to lube up the dildo for you, and kissed you a lot as you eased the toy into yourself. It felt nice to be full again, but it was made all the more enjoyable by Ben’s constant stream of talk, telling you how gorgeous you looked, how on a regular day he’d be so hard just from the idea of you wanking in front of him. He kissed your neck and the tops of your breasts, ran his hands over your thighs and rubbed your clit so you could focus on fucking yourself. And when you moaned, he told you to do it again, to keep going because he loved seeing you all fucked out, even on fake cock, and he so badly wanted to see you cum. All you had to do was keep your hand steady and listen to his pretty voice. The way it got deeper as he said more, the way he groaned when you gasped out his name, his cock twitching just a little against you. He made it easy to finish. And when your grip on the toy faltered, when you lost the pace as your orgasm hit, Ben placed his hand over yours and made sure you didn’t stop fucking yourself until you were totally spent.

You collapsed back against the pillows with a satisfied sigh, Ben propping himself up on one elbow beside you. “How was that?” he asked softly, reaching over to brush some hair out of your face. “Good,” you laughed a little when you thought about it, “Not what I thought tonight would be, but still good.” Ben snorted and shifted to lie beside you properly, pulling you into his arms, “Well it’s a good thing I don’t have to go anywhere else anytime soon. Your period will give me a few days to recover and get my cock working again.” You laughed more. “And then we can work through all those ideas I mentioned on the phone.” “Sounds like a plan.” You rubbed your thumb over his cheek as you caught him in a kiss. He hummed happily against your lips, only breaking away to say, “This is pretty prefect though.”

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somethinginthewayiam · 2 years ago

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Masterlist

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inthedayswhenlandswerefew · 1 year ago

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We Were Something, Don’t You Think So?

Series Summary: You are a Russian Grand Duchess in a time of revolution. Ben Hardy is a British government official tasked with smuggling you across Europe. You hate each other.

Chapter 1: Tobolsk, Siberia

Chapter 2: The Middle Of Nowhere

Chapter 3: The Trans-Siberian Railroad

Chapter 4: Moscow

Chapter 5: The Saint Petersburg–Moscow Railway

Chapter 6: Saint Petersburg

Chapter 7: The Gulf Of Finland

Chapter 8: The Baltic Sea

Chapter 9: The River Thames

Chapter 10: London

Chapter 11: Buckingham Palace

Chapter 12: The Atlantic Ocean

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ladymoody · 4 months ago

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crowandmousewritingco · 6 months ago

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Dream Daddies Pt1

Pairing: No pairing yet (eventual polyamory between the reader and Frankie, Joel, Jack, Oberyn, and Ezra. It's a lot but boy do I have a lot of love to give lol)

Words: 3.5k

Rating: G (will turn M at some point)

Series Notes: Reader as a child oc along with Frankie ("Ellie" short for Evelynn) and Jack (unnamed as of right now).

Warnings: This chapter is pretty good. Only has a brief mention of spousal death.

Summary: You're a new dad at a new school, and by happenstance you end up meeting some more dreamy dads.

Author: Mod Mouse

Notes: I have had so much brain rot for the game Dream Daddy so I needed an excuse to write a fic inspired by that game. So this is what that is. I can already tell ya this will be a longer series so buckle up buckaroos for a slow burn.

“Papa?” Your daughter asked as she gently tugged at your pants.

Squatting down so you could be at her eye level you asked, “What is it sweetie?” You gently cupping her small cheek in your hand.

She sniffled and your heart panged from her sadness. “I-I’m scawed.”

“Aww you don’t have anything to be worried about. Mr. Ben is a great teacher and you will have so much fun with him.” You tried to reassure your daughter. “I talked to him and he has so many fun crafts and games that you’ll love. I know you love glitter crafts.”

“B-But I miss you,” She sniffled and quickly wrapped her small arms around your neck. You gently hugged her back, running your hands up and down her small back in hopes of soothing her.

“I’ll miss you too, but guess what?” You said and kissed her soft hair.

She sniffled again “What?”

“We’ll see each other at the end of the day. Here look,” You replied and gently turned her small frame to the far wall. You pointed up to the colorful clock. “When the big hand is on the 12 and the small hand is on the 2, then we can see each other again.”

Your daughter smiled “Really papa?”

You smiled and kissed her cheek. “Really really baby, now how about you show your teacher your new backpack.” You encouraged her.

“Okay! Bye papa!” She kisses your cheek and hurries to her new class with none of the previous worry left on her small face.

You smile and lean back on the doorframe watching her interact with her new teacher. “You’re a natural at that,” You hear a voice say and you turn to see a middle aged man in the hallway holding a bright pink unicorn backpack. The dark flannel and the worn hat was quite the contrast from the bright colors in his hand. He seemed to be older than you imagined with just a touch of salt and pepper in his beard.

You smirked “And my guess is that that isn’t your backpack.”

He chuckled a nice deep hardy laugh and shook his head. “Couldn’t find any in my size. No, this is for my daughter Ellie.” He said pointing to a girl with an equally pink dress and pigtails talking to another kid. You smiled when you realized that that child was your own.

“Seems like our kids are fast friends,” You smiled the love of your child very evident on your face.

“Oh that one is yours? What’s her name?” He asked as he too watched them interact. Lily was excitedly showing Ellie her new lunchbox.

“Lily,” You answered. “It was her dad’s idea.”

“That’s a very cute name. Will he also be dropping her off?”

“Oh um no he…” You sighed, “He died when she was just a baby.”

The stranger paled “Oh god I’m sorry I didn’t realize,” He stumbled.

“It’s okay like I said it was years ago, and you didn’t know.” You held out your hand in introduction. “Sorry I forgot to tell you my name.”

He held out his hand and you took it. It was rougher than you thought. “That’s alright. I’m Frankie Morales. It was nice to meet you.”

“It was nice to meet you too,” You smiled softly. “Will I see you at drop off more often?”

“Probably,” He smiled. “I get Ellie on the weekdays and her mom gets her on the weekends.” Frankie explained and peaked inside the classroom setting the backpack in his daughter's cubby. When he peaked back out he tipped his worn ball cap. “Will you be at the Start of Year celebration on Friday?”

“We plan on it,” You answered. “My daughter hasn’t stopped talking about it.” Your daughter always did love a party.

“Then I’ll see you there!” Frankie smiled and turned leaving down the hall. You watched the stranger before turning back to your daughter, making sure she knew you were leaving and you headed to work.

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The first week of classes went by in a blink of an eye. Lily was excited to show you all the crafts she created throughout the week and you put everything on the fridge. She had even made a couple of friends whom she talked about constantly. And that included on the way to the Start of Year celebration. You smiled at her enthusiasm which grew when they entered the gymnasium.

Jackson Academy had their elementary and middle school combined into one building so there was a wide range of ages at the celebration. The amount of people you didn’t recognize made you anxious but your daughter was excited to go.

“Papa, can I go pway with my fwends?” She asked, pointing to where her class was gathered.

“Of course, I’ll be by the snacks if you need me,” You said as she scampered away. Now it was just you. You sighed. Well snacks it was. You picked up a paper plate in the school colors and took in your options. A variety of chips and dips with an entire bakery of cupcakes and cookies were at your disposal. You took a little bit of each just to give you something to do with your hands.

The plate was folding in on itself by the time you were done. You supported it with your other hand and looked around for a place. Everyone seemed to be talking with everyone else. Damn you had really hoped being the new kid stopped after high school, but that’s what happens when you have your own kid.

There was a place at the end of the basketball court that didn’t seem as busy so you claimed your spot and watched as your child interacted with her classmates. You really wished you still had her extrovertedness. She got that all from her dad. He would’ve known how to do this.

You absentmindedly pushed the ranch around with a carrot stick when you heard a voice, “I think the carrot has enough ranch on it.”

You looked up and smiled when you saw Frankie there happy to have a familiar face in the crowd. “Oh well you can never have enough ranch.”

“I’ll take your word for it,” He chuckled, shoving his hands in his jeans pockets. “Do you have anyone else you’re meeting here?” Frankie asked.

“Uh no we’re actually new to this area of town. Just moved here a few weeks ago.” You admit. “Haven’t had the chance to explore the local hangout joints.”

“Really why do you join our little group? Just a few other dads who hang out. Unless you rather keep company with the celery sticks.” He smirked looking down at your plate.

You laughed. “I would love to meet your friends.”

“Great here we’re right over there,” He said and led you to one of the round tables.

You carried your plate over to the table and was surprised how similar that group looked. The similarities between these dads were almost impressive. They looked like they could all be related.

“This is Joel Miller,” He pointed to a man with salt and pepper dotting his hair. He seemed to be older than the rest of the group, the wrinkles a prominent feature. Joel gave a quick nod of acknowledgement in your direction. It seemed he really wasn’t much of a talker.

“Jack Daniels,” The man gave you a tip of his black cowboy hat. He was different from the previous dad with his well groomed mustache, and where Joel had the hint of Texan flair Jack was fully dressed in cowboy attire which would have looked tacky on anyone else. But for some reason it worked really well on him.

“Ezra,” This one had a streak of blonde hair that fell on his forehead. He wore a sweater that looked simple at first glance but you realized that there were deep subtle patterns on the fabric. This was paired with black jeans with slight rips in them along with thick black boots.

“And Oberyn Martell,” There was nothing subtle about this dad. Everything he wore was in some shade of yellows that somehow flowed well with each other. Gold chains adorned his neck and each finger had some sort of ring adorning it. Either he had a lot of money or he put a lot of effort into his wardrobe.

You gave a small wave before turning to Frankie. “You’ve got quite the group here.”

“You could say that,” He answered and he sat back down in his chair. You introduced yourself and joined him in the seat adjacent to him.

Though there was a bit of silence that you wanted to fill but you had no idea how to even start. Luckily it seemed like there was one of the dads who was just as uncomfortable with silence as you were. “What grade is your youngling in?” Ezra asked, leaning against his arm against the table.

“Oh mine just started kindergarten. I had her in a preschool, but I transferred her to this school,” You answered before taking a bite out of a cookie.

“That’s how we actually met,” Frankie added. “We ran into each other at the dropoff.”

“Seems like it was just yesterday I was dropping my child off at kindergarten,” Jack reminisced. He turned to look at you. “But now he’s in big boy day elementary school now.”

“Soon you’ll have to help him with math homework,” You chuckle. “Kindergarten I can help with, but I will be utterly useless when it comes to that homework.”

“Just wait till they decided to take honors trigonometry.” Ezra added. “I love them truly, but that is not my realm of knowledge.”

“I’m sure my daughter would help Cee in that department,” Oberyn added.

“Of course your daughter is quite affluent when it comes to arithmetic,” Ezra beamed and kissed his cheek.

“You must be very proud of her,” You mentioned looking in their direction.

Oberyn turns to look at you, “Everyday. She takes after her mother.”

“Oh is she here tonight?” You asked.

He shook his head. “Not this school year. She’s traveling with my other daughters across Europe since she wanted them to see the world before they started high school.”

Your eyes widened and part of you was jealous. Everything you worked for went to your child but you it wasn’t likely you could ever do anything that grand for your daughter. Almost sensing your internal conflict, Oberyn leaned over the table and gently took his hand in yours. “She had come into a recent inheritance and decided to put most of it in a trust fund. The rest was spent on this trip.” He explained gently rubbing his thumb over your knuckles. You blushed at the interaction. “You are an amazing parent. I can tell.”

“It seems like the red viper has eyes on one another,” Jack commented over the rim of the plastic cup as he watched the interaction. Joel hummed an agreement.

Before you could ask what he meant by that your daughter ran up to the table. “Papa! Papa!” You hear your daughter call for you and you turn to see her holding the hand of one of her classmates who you recognized as Frankie’s daughter.

You smiled, happy to see your child settling in with some of her friends. “Hi sweetie.”

“Papa Ellie’s dad can fly!” Lily told you excitedly.

“Oh is that true?” You asked and looked back at Frankie. He blushed and rubbed the back of his neck.

“Technically it’s true. I just fly a helicopter.” He admitted.

“Ya but that’s still really cool!” Ellie chimed in. “Maybe Daddy can show you his ship sometime?”

You giggled “I think I would very much like that.”

The two girls giggled and hurried back to their little group. You looked back at Frankie who was slightly hiding behind his hand.

“Seems like ya daughters are already setting you up on a date,” Jack winkied before taking another sip of his lemonade.

Frankie rolled his eyes. “Jack, you say that everytime.”

Jack smiled and leaned back in his plastic chair. “Well I’m just stating the facts, partner.”

“Is this something your daughter does often?” You asked him.

“Yes she’s convinced about true love ever since I let her watch the Princess Bride,” He sighed and fidgeted with his napkin.

“Better than my child. I am all for self expression but I could only take so many different renditions of My Little Pony,” Oberyn commented.

Ezra smirked and wrapped his arm around Oberyn’s bicep. “Though you have to admit the zombie apocalypse version had you on the edge of your seat. It was almost Shakespearan.”

Oberyn looked down at his partner and kissed his head. “Okay you do have a point.”

“Sounds like you have a little creator on your hands,” You smiled.

“Whatever creative outlet she wants to explore, I am more than willing to fund.” Oberyn answered.

You smiled softly. The conversation flowed well within the group and you really appreciated having other dads that could help you through your parenting journey. They weren't what you were expecting. Most of the dads you had met before were usually indifferent about their children and their interests, but it was really nice to see them all give their whole hearts into their children.

Before you could say anything else, the principal stood up on the auditorium stage and began his quick introduction to the school year. You didn’t know it yet, but it was indeed going to be quite the school year for you too.

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“I promise I can create programming,” You sighed, rubbing your eyes. The library needed something for the calendar for the fall season, but you swear you peaked last year. Sensing your turmoil, your favorite coworker swiveled their chair to face you.

“And I can tell you that you just burnt yourself out when you did the How to Fair and don’t forget the Scarecrow festival. You run that every year. And you run a bookclub on top of it.” They mentioned twirling a pencil in their fingers. “You already do a lot of programming. Just make Chris come up with something. You know he’s looking for any excuse to do something for the library.”

You groaned, leaning your head down against the coolness of the desk. “I hate it when you’re right.”

They gently patted your back and stood up from their chair. “Here give me your mug. It's clear you need a caffeine boost.”

You lift your mug up for them, your head not leaving the desk. “You are a god sent.”

“Well I’m not sure if a god sent me, but some powers that be sure did,” They chuckled and went back to the break room for a refill.

The quiet of the library allowed you some sense of calm while your mind raced. The library was a great place to work just sometimes it required a lot of your mental capacity. You stayed like that for a moment trying to brainstorm an idea when a familiar voice asked, “I have a feeling that it’s not just the Dewey Decimal system that’s got you all worn out.”

You looked up and was surprised to see Ezra here. “Not just Dewey. Marc has my number too apparently.” You rubbed your eyes. “But it’s nice to see you.”

“It’s a pleasant surprise to see you working at this establishment,” He mentioned leaning against the counter.

“Been working here for some time, just at another branch. I transferred here which happened to be closer to where Lily goes to school.”

“Well now I am more justified to come to visit this alluring library. Actually that brings me to my inquiry.” He perked up and leaned over the desk.

“You came to the right place. I’m all ears,” You chuckled.

“I’m actually looking for a book. Where might your copy of A Clockwork Orange be?”

“Let me check,” You say as you type away on your computer. After a few different searches you say, “Seems like our copy is checked out, but I can put a hold on it if you want.”

“That would be perfect,” Ezra smiled and pulled out his library card, handing it to you. You blushed as your fingers brushed against yours, but you quickly recovered.

You scanned his library card with a soft beep, and after a few more clicks you announced, “That book has been placed on hold for you.” You hand the card back over to Ezra who slides it back into his wallet.

“Thank you kindly as ever. I’ll hopefully see ya around sometime.” He smiled before turning away.

“Have a good day,” You waved after him as he left your area. A smile grew on your face.

You had to rub lean your hand on your cheek to hide the slight blush on your cheek. “Well now you haven’t told me about him yet,” The voice of your coworker made you jump. They chuckled and set the mug next to you. Plopping themselves back in their section, they said “Spill.”

“It really is nothing,” You state, holding the warm mug in your hands.

“Oh ya and I’m Santa Claus,” They roll their eyes.

“I don’t know what you do on the weekends,” You joke. “And you always take December off.”

“Touche but that’s not the point. You don’t just blush at every patron.”

“Ugh fine, we met at the start of the school year party. Frankie introduced me to his friend group. He was their with several other dads whose kids all go to the same school”

“Well that’s one hell of a meet cute,” They wiggled their eyebrows over the rim of their mug.

“Yes but I’m sure they have a partner. I saw them together at the party. They seemed to be pretty attached to each other.”

Your coworker was quiet for a moment and looked back to see if Ezra was still there. He lingered at one of the displays before heading out the sliding doors. When he left they turned back to you. “Pull up their file.”

You looked over at them quizzically, but pulled up their information that was still up from the hold. Tilting the screen so they could see. “Here.”

They rolled closer to you scanning the information. “I knew he sounded familiar. He comes in here with his partner for that poly support group that comes every Wednesday evening. I think his partner's name is Oberyn. I can’t forget a name like that.”

You blushed. “Then that’s him.” You turned back to his information and did a double take. Something about his address looked familiar. “Wait a second.”

“What?” Your coworker leaned closer to you taking in the information.

“This,” You pointed to the address. “That’s near my house. Like two or three houses down in the cul de sac.”

Their eyes widened. “That’s a crazy coincidence.”

You hurriedly typed another name in the search bar. Jack Daniels. You searched his profile too. Same thing two doors down. “How have I not noticed this?”

“What, what haven’t you noticed?” They frantically searched between you and the screen.

But you didn’t answer them. You typed in a few more names. Joel Miller. Frankie Morales. Oberyn Martell. One to the left of you, one to the right of you, and one on the other side of the street.

“Holy shit,” You whispered.

“What!” They raised their voice.

You blushed as you looked back at your coworker. “You remember that back to school party where I met all of those handsome men?”

“Yes and you wouldn’t stop talking about them. What about it?”

You paused before saying, “They all live in the same street as me.”

Their eyes widened and they turned back to the screen. “That’s so crazy! All of them?.” They turned back to you with a smirk when they realized what that meant. “And you’ve been talking about them nonstop this past week.” You could see the wicked gleam in their eyes.

“No I can’t go flirting with all those guys,” You quickly shut down any idea they were having.

“I know you and you’ve been wanting to explore your poly side for a while now. I’m not usually one to believe in fate, but when five handsome men just fall in your life you thank a higher being.”

You take a long sip of your coffee. You sighed “If I do this and that’s the biggest if, how am I to know if they are even okay with this?”

“You ask, you flirt and you find out.” They tell you softly. “I know you need this. Come on. You haven’t had this much fun in a while.”

You thought for a moment staring into the dark liquid. “I hate it when you're right.”

They chuckled and went back to their computer. “I can’t help it. I just call it when I see it.”

You lean back in your chair rubbing your eyes as you stare at the address. What have you gotten yourself into?

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DEVS 2020 Alex Garland

“Life is always on tramlines. We fall into the illusion of free will because the tramlines are invisible.”

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aesthetics-for-harry-potter · 2 years ago

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Moodboard of Fenrir Greyback’s twin children.

Face-claims: Ben Hardy and Kathryn Newton.

Requested by: anon.

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yournotsolocalcryptid · 2 years ago

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5/?

PREV (Room for Two) / NEXT

tags: @transeliot @mentallyunstablebish @sarah0687 @cjand10 @warmommy if you would like to be added or removed from my writing tag just lemme know :)

summary: Billy busts his stitches as you find an intruder in your home

pairing(s): Billy/Four x gn!reader

word count: 1.7k

Warnings: emotions, repressed feelings, angst, fluff, mention of hospitals, blood and injury, negative and complex emotions. poor writing skills, poor proofreading and editing, an american writing a brit. i think thats it? I know its been too long since the last part but here ya go

“Hi!” the man said with a wave and a quick smile.

“Who the fuck are you?”

“I’m One”

“Okay…One… get out”

“ can’t Sorry”

“You Can't?” your voice was getting louder “why not? Why are you here?” your tone was steady and determined, not at all mimicking the panic you were feeling on the inside “GET. OUT.”

“Look, I just need to speak to the boy”

“Why”

The man paused, watching you for a moment, calculating a response “He broke a promise”

“Join the club”

The corners of his mouth twitched upwards at your quick rebuttal he composed himself and leaned forward so his elbow rested on his knees “look, normally i wouldn't let anyone sit in on the discussion we’re gonna have but ill make an exception for you. This is going against my better judgment and breaks so many rules but you may stay.”

“I MAY STAY?!” you nearly bellowed

One winced, deeply regretting his phrasing but responded by shifting his eyeline behind you and letting out a loud “FOUR!”

You heard a thump and your bedroom door swinging open and Billy appeared panicked, if your voice hadn't woken him, Ones sure as hell did.

“So nice of you to join us” one said with a petty smile as he leaned back again and pulled a gun from inside his jacket which he rested calmly on the cushion beside him.

“Shit”

“Yeah, shit is right my friend. Did you think i wouldn't find you? Did you really think id just let you go?”

“Billy w-what's going on?” your eyes shifted from one to billy. Billys face was sad, panicky and apologetic as he met your gaze.

“Wait- you haven't even told them yet?” one was shocked then after a moment he started laughing. You looked back at the strange man who collected himself enough to say “well… are ya gonna? Cuz nows your chance big guy.”

Your gaze flipped back to your former… whatever he was to you “what's he talking about?” you paused hoping he’d respond, his mouth dropped open but he uttered no words, his eyes big and regretful. You turned your body and faced him fully “Billy?” you grabbed one of his hands as you attempted to get him to finally tell you the truth but you stopped as you felt how clammy his hand felt. You glanced down and let it drop from your hands, you looked up again and saw his face had paled “Billy?” you asked, scared and concerned, one of your hands went to softly cup his cheek. Your eyes shifted from his face and slowly down his body until you saw his other hand pressed to his abdomen with red seeping into his shirt around his hand. “Shit” you breathed as you gingerly moved his hand

“shit“ he agreed

“Okay…” your mind was racing “your stitches probably bust. we should-”

“No more hospitals”

“But-”

“I agree no more hospitals” the man piped up

You whirled around, your hands not leaving Billys body, and snapped “you shut up” you faced billy again, “babe this could be really bad, we should-” He shook his head, his hand cupped your cheek “no hospital” he pleads “I know its been a long time but I'm sure you remember enough from patching us up back in the day to fix me”

You stared into his eyes for a moment before, captivated by the trust radiating from him. You nodded and you lead him to the bathroom. He sat on the closed toilet seat and you grabbed your first aid kit, hoping there'd be enough of what you’d need and convincing yourself it's not as bad as your gut was telling you it is.

You turned to find billy smiling to himself “what?” you asked

“You called me ‘babe’”

You knelt in front of him “and? What of it?”

“You haven't called me that in a long time is all” his hand was clutching his still bleeding abdomen as the splotch on his shirt continued to expand.

“And whose fault is that?” you asked as you tapped his hand, signally him to uncover his wound. He did without hesitation and your hands reached for the hem of his shirt, your mind flashing back to the hundreds of times you'd been in similar situations as kids, as teens, as young adults, as friends, as lovers. You’d patched him up a ton over the years because of his insistence on being a “physical badass” as he put it. Billy has been nearly obsessed with mastering parkour since he was a kid and you always supported him even tho the number of times he got- sometimes seriously- hurt was hard for you to see. But you learned to patch him up and he taught you some cool stuff too. You were by no means good at parkour but you had gotten pretty agile and gained some decent skills.

It's been a while, obviously, and this was different. This wasn't a scrape or a skinned knee or even a dislocated joint, this was a deep open wound that had just been reopened. You were nervous, your hands shook as you grabbed the hem of his shirt and lifted it over his head. You dropped the shirt to the floor and billy grabbed your trembling hand.

“Hey, It’s okay. You’ve got this, love” you couldn't look at him, your eyes focused on the first aid kit next to his discarded shirt. “I trust you. I know I fucked up and I know you need time and answers. I will tell you everything in time. I promise. But I need time too. I don't even know where to start with it all” you still couldn't look up at him. His big green eyes always gave him away, always expressed exactly what he was thinking and feeling and always made you melt a little. You didn't know what he’d been through but you deserved answers, sooner rather than later.

“I trust you” he whispered again

“Well isn't that sweet”

Billys eyes shifted to the door where this ‘one’ now leaned against the frame while yours slid shut in an attempt to collect yourself. You stood and with a muttered “fuck off” you gave one a shove and closed the door in his face. You returned to your spot in front of billy, took a deep breath and started attending to his ripped stitches. You’d stitched him up once before after a misstep that resulted in a gash on his leg. He had insisted on no hospitals then as well and so you’d researched the basics of giving stitches and purchased the supplies most of which were still in your first aid kit.

You could feel billys eyes on you as you worked but you needed to ignore him and focus on having steady hands and make sure everything was as sanitary as possible given this was being done in your bathroom. Billys breathing was heavy and he was hissing and swearing under his breath every so often. You knew he had to be in a lot of pain, once or twice you winced with him, but you had to keep going. There was no stopping now, the second you’d started it was too late for either of you to change your minds.

When you were finally done sewing him up, you finally glanced up at him and found him again looking at you with soft emotional eyes. You looked away, grabbed the gauze, covered the wound and said as you collected the items you’d strewn across the floor “we’ll need to change the gauze and reapply the disinfectant every few hours. You will not make any sudden movements or do anything to rip them again, yeah?” you stood and when you heard his soft “yeah” in response you headed to the kitchen sink to wash the blood from your hands.

“You guys are just so darn cute”

You gritted your teeth, rinsed the red-tinted soap down the drain and dried your hands. You turned to face the peculiar and irritating man “what promise?”

He looked taken aback, you weren't sure if it was your question or demeanor or something else entirely but it was written all over his features when he didn't answer you restated your question

“What was the promise he broke?”

“To you or to me?”

“You”

One sighed and gestured to the chair across from where he was seated on your couch. You obliged and sat. he leaned forward, elbows on his knees again “since it seems he will not be filling you in any time soon I suppose I will.”

Your brow furrowed, knitting closer and closer together, and your mind raced as he spoke. You of course wanted to know about billy and his part in all this but one question stayed at the forefront of your mind as one rambled on. Why was he telling you all this?

When you asked you expected a short snarky answer maybe real maybe not but here he was telling you in detail about his operation and about everything they’d done. He went through each member and listed their skills and what they’d agreed to when joining him. He even went through how everyone's death was faked. By keeping tabs on you and by risking everything to feel near you and hopefully re-enter your life he’d broken every rule he agreed to when joining them and how he’d missed something because he was distracted by you and he landed himself in the hospital.

There was a pause after he’d finished then,

“Your turn”

You didn't move to look at him having expected this was transactional, but you still couldn't figure out why he’d told you so much. you said simply “he left, he lied, he hurt me”

You felt One’s eyes burning a hole in your head after a moment he said in a surprisingly soft and genuine tone “that seems like an oversimplification of a lot of history and a lot of promises” and he wasn't wrong

You murmured a soft “yeah” and stood. You turned, unsurprised to find Billy standing somewhere between the bathroom and where you and One were sitting, his eyes big and round and sad. His body language radiated shame from where he stood. “Ill give you two some time to talk” and with that, you went into your bedroom and closed the door.

Even though you'd only been awake for a few hours you were so emotionally wrung out from the past few days that as you laid down you knew you’d fall asleep, and you were so ready for it. And you did.

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thyla-scene360 · 2 months ago

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Thylacine rambles - Talking about Walter Hardy

Alright guys, today I thought it’d be fun to ramble about one of my favorite characters in Spectacular Spider-Man and why I love him so much.

Aka this guy. Walter Hardy, also known as the Cat Burglar.

Despite being a relatively minor character in the show (like…he only appears in two episodes and his total screen-time is under ten minutes), he very quickly became one of my favorites. Why you ask?

Well, it’s because I found him to be one of the most well-written and nuanced characters in the show (and that’s saying something, as I believe that one of Spectacular’s biggest strengths was its use of nuanced characters).

The episode he mainly appears in, Opening Night, is also one of my top five favorite episodes of the series and imo an example of the show’s writing at its strongest. The way it manages to balance the A and B plots using dialogue from “A Midsummer Night’s Dream” was absolutely brilliant. But what I loved the most about this episode was how it handled the theme of grief and forgiveness - which is where Walter comes in.

I know a lot of people either didn’t like or straight up hated the twist of Black Cat’s father being the burglar who murdered Uncle Ben. Personally I don’t mind it; I honestly think it’s an interesting change of pace and a way to set up some equally interesting conflicts between Cat and Spiderman - especially concerning their differing worldviews. That’s something I’ll elaborate on further in another post, but for now I’m gonna focus on Walter.

I’m gonna cut straight to the chase; I love Walter’s characterization. It would’ve been easy for the writers to make him another dime a dozen, deadbeat prisoner dad who hated Spiderman and only cared about escaping - especially since in this universe he’s Ben’s killer, a character who is already very easy to hate.

But they didn’t. Instead, rather than make him a one dimensional antagonist, they went out of their way to make him an actual character with depth and nuance.

Despite the fact that he killed Ben, Walter isn’t demonized, but his actions aren’t shied away from either. His crime isn’t retconned as being a misunderstanding or an act of self defense. The show makes it very clear that what he did was fueled solely by selfishness, cowardice, and fear. What he did was unforgivable.

And where I think Walter’s characterization really shines is the fact that he accepts full responsibility for what he did. He doesn’t excuse, deny, or rationalize it. He doesn’t self-pity; He understands what he did and actively chooses to accept the consequences. He doesn’t stay behind at the prison out of some selfish want for forgiveness, but because it was the right thing to do.

He expresses genuine remorse and shame for what he did and wants to atone for his crimes. And although Spiderman rightfully doesn’t forgive him, even after he offers to stay behind, Walter doesn’t protest or argue. Rather, he simply says “I understand.”

He knows he’s not owed that forgiveness and he doesn’t expect it. Furthermore, the show doesn’t punish Spiderman for not forgiving him. One could argue that it kinda did via Cat’s hostile response to him, but I saw that more as Cat (who’s already been established as a rather morally grey character) being conflicted and grief-stricken instead of the show telling the audience that Spiderman was wrong to not accept Walter’s apology.

The biggest reason why I love this so much is because of how well the theme of forgiveness is handled in this episode. This show is legitimately one of the only examples of an animated series I can think of that goes out of its way to say “hey, you don’t always have to forgive someone, and you’re not owed forgiveness even if you are genuinely sorry. Sometimes the scars are too deep and painful for an apology to fix.”

The only other show I can think of that had a message similar to that was Bojack Horseman. I find this episode in particular so great because all too often do I see the idea of forgiveness being forced upon the characters; the message that someone should be forgiven just because they said they’re sorry. Never mind the fact that they didn’t do anything to earn it. Not only is that a terrible message, but it’s a potentially dangerous one as well. (looking at you, Raya and the Last Dragon.)

It’s just a breath of fresh air to see a show handle a topic such as this one in a way that’s legitimately well-written for once.

One last thing that I’ll mention about Walter that I love is his characterization as a father. Again, it could’ve been easy to have him be some deadbeat dad, or have him and Felicia’s relationship be strained. But they didn’t do that.

Walter is far from a perfect parent but despite his crimes, he’s shown to be a very loving and caring father who wants his daughter to be safe. He actively expresses concern for her safety when she shows up in his cell and also tries to dissuade her from breaking him out - prioritizing her safety over his own. Even though they butt heads a few times, they’re both shown to very clearly love and care about one another and it’s genuinely very sweet.

Overall, I love this show and how it handles its themes. It’s one of the most well-written cartoons I’ve ever watched. I hope you enjoyed my rambling and I’m curious to hear y’all’s thoughts.

(One last thing. Walter will be appearing in my fic! As I stated above I think he’s a very interesting character and I wanted to explore his characterization further since I think he’s got a lot of potential.)

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