#best cat dad ~ Wedge

[fallenbratfiction]

ch.5 - fences and cities - dbf! joel miller &f!reader

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A/N: Has it been that long?? It feels like ages but i have no concept of time to be honest. You know what they say, save a horse ride a cowboy...well

warnings: dad best friend! trope, large age gap (reader is early 20's and Joel is around late 40s, p & v, unprotected sex it wasn't planned but wrap it before tapping don't be like them, cockwarming, finishing inside, angst. I can't think of any more warnings but if you think I'm missing any let me know.

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You wake up with a headache pounding behind your eyes like someone’s playing drums on your skull. The kind of hangover that tastes like regret and tequila. You sit up slow, tongue dry, the memory of last night fuzzed around the edges.

Bar.

Shots.

Joel.

Joel’s hands on someone else—her laugh too loud, her nails tracing his arm. Your throat still burns from the jealousy that bubbled up like acid.

And then… fuck.

You told him. You confessed. Somewhere in the haze of liquor and impulse, you cornered Joel like a damn idiot and told him everything. That you wanted him. That you’d been wanting him.

And he kissed you.

Pushed you up against the wall, his thigh wedged between yours, your hand—

You shove it away, your own hand sliding down your stomach instinctively before you catch yourself. Nope. Not going there. Not while your head’s pounding and you’re still unsure if it was real or a hallucination courtesy of one too many whiskey shots and a decade of repressed tension.

But you remember one thing clearly.

Joel wanted it too. You felt it. Saw it. It wasn’t one-sided.

You spend the day pretending to be fine.

You show up at the stables, waiting to see him, maybe talk it through like two emotionally responsible adults. But he’s not there. You ask around and one of the older guys, Mark, says Joel called in sick.

“Sick, huh?” you mutter. “Yeah, sure.”

So you do his list anyway. Feed the horses. Clean the stalls. Sweep the damn barn even though no one’s asked you to. You think if you just stay busy, maybe you’ll stop thinking about the weight of Joel’s hands. Maybe.

You don’t.

By the time you’re done, the sun’s slipping down and your shirt smells like hay and sweat. You don’t care. You hop on your bike and make the ride to Joel’s house with more determination than logic.

You knock on the front door. No answer.

You try the back.

And then—

“Jesus, you tryna break into my house now?”

You scream. Spin around like a startled cat. Joel stands behind you, a brow raised, a smirk twitching on his face.

Without thinking, you throw a punch.

“Shit—OW!” he yelps, jerking back as your fist connects with his cheekbone.

“Oh my god! Oh my god, I’m sorry—fuck—Joel, are you okay?”

He’s scowling, hand on his face, wincing like a man betrayed. “You just clocked me.”

“I thought you were someone else! That was like—a New York reflex!”

“Damn, remind me not to sneak up on you again,” he mutters.

Inside, you sit him down on the couch and press a half-frozen bag of peas against his cheek. “I’m so, so sorry.”

“Stop apologizing, doll. I’m fine. Not the first time I’ve been hit in the head.”

“Still,” you say, not meeting his eyes. “You didn’t show up to work. I got worried. Thought you were… avoiding me.”

He doesn’t answer at first. Just watches you, unreadable.

“You were worried about me, doll?” he asks, teasing it out like it’s nothing.

“I guess,” you mumble. “I thought maybe you were ignoring me after… last night.”

There it is. The silence thickens. You’re about to take it back, joke it off, but Joel reaches out and takes your hands—gently, like you’re something precious.

“Listen,” he says, voice low. “Last night was…”

He pauses. Searching for the word. You see it flash across his face—mistake—and panic flares in your chest.

But then he shakes his head.

“...intense,” he finishes. “Unexpected. Not a mistake.”

You look up at him.

“Not a mistake?” you echo, barely breathing.

“No,” he says, thumb brushing your knuckles. “Not even close.”

His thumb brushes your knuckles, warm and rough, and the way he looks at you—it’s not friendly. It’s not even safe. It’s the kind of look you should never get from a man like him.

Especially not Joel.

Especially not your dad’s best friend.

“Not a mistake,” he repeats, holding your gaze like it’s something he’s waited years to say. “But maybe... something we should slow down on.”

You freeze.

That’s it. The out. The safe path. The “this-can’t-happen” speech you were half-expecting since the second your lips touched his. You nod, even though your stomach twists into knots.

“Right,” you murmur. “Because... it’s wrong.”

Joel exhales, but doesn’t let go of your hands.

“Not wrong,” he says. “Just complicated. You think I haven’t thought about this? About you? For longer than I should’ve?”

Your heart stutters in your chest.

“But you’re... you’re my dad’s friend,” you say, voice a little more broken than you’d like.

He nods. “Yeah. I am. Which is exactly why this scares the shit outta me.”

He leans back, breaking the touch. You feel the absence like a slap.

“I was there when you were just a kid,” he continues. “Watched you grow up. Watched you leave and come back with that New York mouth and attitude.” He smirks, then softens again. “And then I saw you. Really saw you. And it was like something shifted. I can’t pretend it didn’t.”

You sit with that. Let it echo.

“I don’t want to sneak around,” he says. “I don’t want this to be dirty. I want it to mean something. But if we’re gonna do anything, it has to be when I can look your dad in the eye and not feel like a bastard.”

You nod slowly.

“Okay,” you say. “So what do we do?”

Joel stands, runs a hand through his hair. “We take a step back. Cool off. You keep working at the stable. I keep my distance. And we try—really try—not to make this harder than it already is.”

You nod, even though every cell in your body is screaming no.

He walks you to the door.

And just before you leave, you turn.

“Joel?”

“Yeah?”

“If we’re stepping back… does that mean you’re not gonna kiss me again?”

He looks at you like he’s seconds from cracking.

Then he opens the door.

“Go,” he says, voice thick. “Before I do.”

You turn to leave, his words still lingering heavy in the air. Go, before I do.

And maybe you would’ve.

If he hadn’t said it like that. If he hadn’t looked at you like he was barely holding himself together. If the silence between you wasn’t so loud.

But then—he moves.

One step. A breath. And his hand wraps around your wrist, pulling you back, pulling you in. And when he kisses you, it’s not soft. It’s not thoughtful. It’s hungry.

You gasp against his mouth as he pushes you back inside, slamming the door shut with his foot. His hands are on your waist, your face, your hips, everywhere, like he’s trying to memorize you with his palms.

“You shouldn’t have come here,” he mutters, dragging kisses along your jaw. “You knew what this would do to me.”

“Then stop,” you whisper, breathless, eyes wild. “Tell me to leave.”

But he doesn’t.

Instead, he lifts you effortlessly—strong arms under your thighs as he sets you down onto a wooden table near the entry, something solid and forgotten under the chaos. It creaks under your weight, but neither of you care. His hands slide up your shirt, calloused fingers brushing over your ribs, and your hips move without thinking, grinding down against him.

You’re still in your work clothes, smelling faintly of hay and sweat, and he’s still in those worn jeans that somehow make your mouth dry—but none of that matters.

You rock against each other, friction and frustration and years of “no” turning into a very loud, messy yes. His forehead rests against yours, his breath ragged.

“Goddamn,” he whispers. “You feel—fuck, I don’t even have words for it.”

But then, like someone flipped a switch, he stills. Hands tightening around your hips. Head turned like he’s listening to something only he can hear.

“Joel—”

“I think it’s best we slow down,” he says, voice hoarse, like dragging each word out of him hurts.

You blink, lips swollen. “No.”

He looks up at you, stunned.

“I don’t want to slow down,” you say, shaking your head. “I’m sorry, but no. I don’t want that.”

His jaw tenses. “Don’t be stubborn. I’m telling you—it’s what’s best.”

“For who?!” you snap. “You? My dad? Because it’s not for me. I’m not some clueless teenager, Joel. I’m twenty-four. Jesus fuck.”

He steps back, dragging a hand over his face.

“I’m not treating you like a child, for god’s sake,” he growls. “I’m just trying to be the responsible one here. Older, wiser—”

“Oh, fuck you,” you breathe, grabbing the front of his shirt and pulling him back in.

And that’s it.

Something in him snaps.

He kisses you again, this time rough, bruising, like the idea of not having you is unbearable. You’re tugging at his belt, his hand is under your shirt again, and it’s desperate, filthy, real. You knock something off the table and neither of you even glance down.

The table creaks with every movement.

“Tell me to stop,” he whispers against your neck, even as his hand slips lower.

You don’t.

You bite his shoulder instead.

You’re both panting, lips swollen, your shirt halfway up your chest. The table beneath you groans like it's about to collapse, and Joel—god, Joel is everywhere—his hands gripping your hips, his thigh still pressed between your legs, his mouth moving along your collarbone like he’s starving.

But then he pulls back just long enough to mutter, “Not here.”

You barely have time to whine in protest before he’s lifting you off the table, strong hands under your thighs again, carrying you like you weigh nothing. You cling to his neck, noses brushing, and you’re both half-laughing, half-breathless.

The moment your back hits the couch cushions, the air shifts again. Less frantic. More focused.

He hovers over you for a second—hands braced on either side of your head, breathing hard, trying to hold onto the last shreds of whatever control he thinks he has left.

But your fingers are already tugging at his belt.

And he’s done pretending.

He sinks down onto the couch between your legs, his jeans rough against your thighs as you wrap yourself around him again. You rock together, slow and heavy, friction hot enough to burn. The layers between you are too much and not enough, and Joel’s eyes are locked on yours like you’re some goddamn miracle.

“You drive me crazy,” he murmurs against your lips.

“Good,” you whisper. “I want to.”

He grins, crooked and wild, and his hand slips under the waistband of your pants, dragging a moan out of you before you can stop it.

“Joel,” you gasp, arching into him.

“Shhh, I got you, baby,” he says, voice low and wrecked.

Your hips grinding up to meet his, his mouth at your neck, your fingers clawing at his back. He’s rutting against you like a man possessed, one arm behind your back to keep you pressed tight to him. Every little breath, every gasp, feels like a confession neither of you can take back.

The couch creaks. The same couch your dad has fallen asleep on a hundred times. Joel’s hand curls under your jaw, forcing your eyes on him.

“This what you want?” he rasps. “Me? Here?”

“Yes,” you breathe, voice wrecked. “You. All of you.”

He groans like that undoes him.

And it does.

He buries his face in your neck and you feel him press into you, slow, desperate, still fully clothed, still somehow more intimate than anything you’ve ever felt.

You don’t stop.

Not when the phone lights up with your dad’s name.

Not when Joel hesitates, staring at it like it’s a loaded gun.

And especially not when he answers it.

“Hey, man,” he says, voice tight, hoarse, one hand gripping your hip, the other holding the phone to his ear.

You’re already grinding down onto him, slow. So slow it’s cruel. You bite your lip to keep from moaning, every inch of him stretching you, pulsing inside you, and he’s trying to pretend like you’re not there—like he’s not inside you.

You kiss his neck. Drag your teeth along his jaw.

His free hand tightens on your hip, the other squeezing the phone until it creaks.

“Yeah, I’m good,” he says, voice strained, like he’s holding back a groan. “Just needed the day off.”

You roll your hips again, and this time he bucks up without meaning to. You both freeze.

He clears his throat.

You cover your mouth to stifle a laugh.

He shoots you a glare that makes your stomach flip.

“Uh-huh,” he says, listening, nodding like this is any normal conversation and not his best friend’s daughter riding his cock in his living room.

Your fingers slip under his shirt, nails dragging down his chest. You tighten around him, deliberately, and he chokes on his next breath.

You mouth, say it’s bad reception.

Joel blinks at you like he can’t believe you exist.

Then finally, mercifully, he coughs and says, “Shit—sorry, bad signal. I’ll call you later.”

Click.

He hangs up.

The silence that follows is heavy.

You’re still straddling him, still full of him, your fingers splayed on his chest. He’s breathing hard, his pupils blown wide, a flush crawling up his neck.

“What is wrong with you?” he growls. “You some kind of freak, fucking me while I’m on the phone with your dad?”

You freeze.

Eyes wide. Breath caught.

You can’t tell if he’s angry—or if this is just more of that Joel Miller brand of losing-control-in-real-time.

And then—

He grabs the back of your neck and pulls you in, kissing you hard.

Not angry.

Just wild.

“Jesus fuckin’ Christ,” he mutters against your mouth. “You’re gonna ruin me.”

You moan into his lips, grinding again.

“I want to,” you breathe, rocking deeper. “Let me.”

And then it’s chaos again—his hands on your ass, your legs tightening around him, mouths and skin and the slap of hips and heavy breathing as he fucks up into you like he’s desperate. Like he can’t help it. Like you’re his last goddamn chance at feeling alive.

The couch is rocking under you. His hands are everywhere. You’re close, both of you.

“Say it,” he growls into your ear, dragging you down harder. “Say who’s got you like this.”

“You, Joel,” you gasp. “You.”

He groans, like that’s the last thing holding him back—and then he’s gone, and you’re gone with him.

Joel’s head drops back, a groan ripped from his throat—deep, raw, wrecked—as he finds his release, clutching your hips tight enough to bruise. Ropes of cum fill your insides as you follow seconds later, your body arching into his, a trembling cry breaking from your lips, overwhelmed by the sheer feel of him, Joel feels the wetness before he sees it.

Joel pulls you closer, doesn’t pull out, doesn’t speak. He just rests his forehead against yours, eyes shut, as if anything more might shatter him.

“Christ,” he breathes. “You—”

But he doesn’t finish the sentence. Maybe he can’t.

You kiss his jaw, gently. And he holds you there, full of him, full of everything you both shouldn’t be feeling.

You’re both boneless and breathless, tangled up in silence on that cursed couch, he looks up at the ceiling and mutters, “I am so fucking dead.”

You laugh weakly, head against his shoulder.

“But at least you’ll die happy,” you whisper.

And he nods.

“Yeah. Real fuckin’ happy.”

You stay there.

Not moving. Not saying a word.

Your chest rises and falls slowly against his, your forehead resting near the hollow of his throat, where his pulse is still racing. You listen to it. Let it calm you down.

Joel’s hand is in your hair, fingers tangled and gentle now, like he’s afraid he’ll break you. Or maybe himself.

You press your nose to his skin, taking in the scent of him—woodsmoke and leather and sweat and something warm beneath it all that makes your eyes sting a little.

“How’s your face?” you ask softly.

He huffs a quiet laugh, the kind that rumbles in his chest.

“Well,” he says, rubbing his jaw, “you’ve got a strong arm, that’s for damn sure. Let’s hope I don’t bruise.”

You lift your head, frowning. “Joel.”

“I’m teasing, darlin’. Just caught me off guard.”

“I was trying to check the back door,” you mumble, cheeks hot. “You scared the shit out of me.”

“I know, I know. I shouldn’t’a snuck up on you.”

He tips your chin up and looks at you, something unreadable flickering behind his eyes. His thumb brushes your cheek, then traces down the side of your neck. He’s memorizing you—like if he does it slow enough, he can convince himself this is allowed.

“This is bad,” he mutters.

“Yeah,” you agree quietly. “Real bad.”

Neither of you move.

You’re still full of each other. Still too warm. Still buzzing.

But his hand doesn’t leave your skin. And your body doesn’t leave his.

You trace small shapes on his chest with your finger.

“Do you regret it?” you ask.

Joel doesn’t answer right away. He swallows, jaw tense, eyes fixed on the ceiling like it’ll hand him a better answer than the truth.

“I regret not being stronger,” he finally says. “But I don’t regret you.”

You close your eyes.

That’s enough. For now.

You stay like that a little longer, hearts beating in sync, sweat cooling on your skin, neither of you daring to move—because moving means it’s over. Moving means decisions.

The sun’s already started dipping when you finally drag yourself off him, reluctantly pulling your clothes back on. Joel stays seated on the couch, shirt half-buttoned, watching you like he doesn’t quite believe you’re real.

You smooth your shirt down, run fingers through your hair in front of the mirror, trying to look like you didn’t just commit a felony-level sin with your dad’s best friend on his living room couch.

Joel stands, moving slow like he’s sore—maybe he is. Maybe you both are.

He grabs his keys from the table. “I’ll walk you out.”

You nod, too quietly, pulling on your jacket. The silence between you is heavier than it was inside.

Outside, the air is cooler. Your bike leans against his porch rail. You walk toward it together, and he’s got that look on his face again—troubled. Careful. Too many things unsaid behind his eyes.

You grip the handlebars, but you don’t get on just yet.

“Are we gonna talk about this?” you ask, not looking at him.

“We should,” Joel says. Then adds, more quietly, “But I don’t think I can. Not tonight.”

You nod. Bite your lip. “Okay.”

He steps closer. Close enough that your arms brush. Close enough to smell him again. That same warm mix that clung to your skin earlier.

“You really gonna ride home lookin’ like that?” he asks, voice rough. “All flushed and fuckin’ glowing?”

You turn to him slowly, heart skipping a beat.

“You’re the one who made me look like this.”

“I know,” he murmurs, and there’s something like a growl beneath it.

His hand slips behind your neck again, fingers threading into your hair, pulling you in like he needs it—and this kiss is different. It’s not lusty or frenzied or greedy.

It’s aching.

Your fingers clutch his shirt, knuckles white.

He pulls away first. Barely.

“You need to go,” he whispers, breath hitching. “Before I drag you back in and we make worse mistakes.”

“I’d let you,” you whisper back, forehead pressed to his.

“I know.”

He kisses your cheek. Then your jaw. Then one last brush against your lips like a secret.

“Go.”

You swing your leg over the bike slowly, eyes never leaving his. You push off, start pedaling, heart pounding—and you don’t look back.

But you feel it.

His eyes on you the whole ride down the street.

Like he’s already regretting letting you go.

How are we feeling lads? I have to say I died midway when he's like who's got you like this. FUCK ME.

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[ririright]

“Porch Date, Plus One (Very Small Guest)”

Husband! Hayden x Wife Reader

“In which romance survives bedtime sabotage, goat noises, and one sleepy toddler”

By 11:47 p.m., Hayden and his wife had both surrendered.

They sat on the porch swing wrapped in a quilt the size of a small planet, two mugs of lukewarm tea cradled in their hands, eyes half-lidded with exhaustion and quiet triumph.

Between them—curled like a very stubborn, very small cat—lay Barron, fast asleep across their laps with one socked foot pressed firmly into his dad’s stomach and one sticky hand tangled in his mom’s sweater.

“He’s finally unconscious,” she whispered, like they were in a nature documentary.

Hayden tilted his head back to look at the stars. “Do you think it’s real? Or a trap?”

“Could be a decoy,” she agreed. “He fakes sleep like a veteran actor.”

Hayden glanced down at their son’s peaceful, drool-smeared face. “Nah. That’s real drool. He’s out.”

They both exhaled.

The porch creaked gently beneath them. Somewhere off in the pasture, a goat made a noise that sounded suspiciously like a belch. But here, in the golden glow of the porch light and the hush of midnight on the farm, everything felt just right.

Hayden turned toward her. “Y’know… this isn’t exactly what I planned for tonight.”

“Oh?” she smiled, brushing a strand of hair from her face. “You didn’t plan for a third-wheel bedtime crasher who talks about farting dinosaurs?”

“I mean, I was hoping for it,” he deadpanned. “Really spices up the romance.”

She giggled and leaned her head against his shoulder. He carefully shifted, mindful not to wake their little barnstormer, and rested his cheek atop her hair.

“I still like this,” she murmured.

“Me too.” He looked down at Barron, now snoring lightly and clutching a mini plush Yoda to his chest. “Even if he’s gonna wake up in, like, three hours and ask for pancakes.”

“I already prepped the mix,” she said proudly.

“God, I married up,” Hayden whispered.

They sat in quiet contentment for a moment. Then Hayden’s hand, slowly, sneakily, slid beneath the blanket.

She arched a brow. “Are you trying to be romantic while our child is literally on us?”

“I was gonna hold your hand,” he protested. “What kind of monster do you think I am?”

She smirked. “The kind who hums the Star Wars cantina theme during romantic moments?”

“I did that once—”

“—twice.”

“Okay, twice,” he admitted, grinning. “But only because you looked so hot in that hoodie.”

She rolled her eyes fondly. “You’re hopeless.”

He kissed her temple and whispered, “Hopelessly in love.”

Barron snorted in his sleep and shifted, wedging his forehead directly into Hayden’s ribs. His little body let out the tiniest, most aggressive sigh.

“Romantic ambiance ruined by toddler breath,” Hayden said, looking down at the small foot pressing into his stomach like a territorial flag. “Still not mad, though.”

“Nope,” she said, smiling up at him. “Still the best date night we’ve had in a while.”

They stayed like that until the stars wheeled lazily across the sky and the porch swing creaked them gently toward sleep—three bodies, one quilt, and exactly zero regrets.

Well, maybe just one.

“I think he peed a little,” Hayden whispered.

“Don’t ruin it.”

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[envy-of-the-apple]

alright so i've been obsessing over family man and the more i think about it the more i'm convinced that the cat is gonna come out of the bag at some point. gojo might not want reader to know about jujutsu society, but becoming MRS gojo kinda puts a giant target on her back and the back of her baby and it's unfortunate that she doesn't know it. but. reina is capable of becoming a sorcerer, right?

how do we think familyman!gojo would be like as a dad during her upbringing, especially her teen years, when kids become far more interested in asserting themselves and differentiating themselves from their parents? would he be more controlling of her and if so when? he's so lenient with kids and encouraging them to grow they way they really want to, and i think this gojo would be like that as a dad as well. except. how it could implicate his relationship with reader.

would reina become a student at the tech, or would gojo try to keep her in the dark, too? gaslight her? or maybe worse, let her in on jujutsu society and try to turn it into an 'our little secret' thing, encouraging her to keep anything like that from her mom and sort of delude her into thinking she's protecting her mom by keeping her in the dark as much as possible. (rip kiyo and unnamed grandpa you have no chance at having any serious influence over gojo reina's life now even if you did love her, god forbid satoshi's influence be allowed to surface anywhere)

what would that be like for reader to have her daughter become a sorcerer and not really know it? for gojo to put a wedge between the two of them and keep the two of them from being able to honestly communicate with each other? would he intentionally try to make it a wedge? would he want what's best for reina (having an open and honest relationship with her mom) or would securing reader's ignorance be his number one concern?

what would it be like for him to even become reina's teacher? how would that influence his relationship with her? because canon gojo, i could see him trying to be the best dad he could be no matter what blood relation, and i think out of all the yan's familyman!gojo is amongst the closest to canon gojo in terms of disposition and circumstances (which is probably why he thrills me aslkjjsa),

but. the yan factor. how would reina having more agency and being in the position she is in change everything? and also. this reader isn't dumb. prone to missing things and denial, sure, she's kinda occupied with a LOT. but. i think she'd notice if something was up with reina. she already kinda notices that something's up with gojo, especially after he's made his romantic intentions apparent.

wouldn't reina inheriting her father's cursed technique just about ruin everything for gojo? because as much as she might not want to, this reader can connect the dots.

so like...as cruel as it is to say, the only reason gojo rlly cares about reina is cuz she's ms.sawai's daughter. he kinda sees reina as an extension of miss sawai. as we saw in the fic, he kept obsessing over how similiar miss sawai and reina were. as reina gets older, their relationship with eachother will get more distant. yknow how some parents only want babies and not humans? yeahhhh thats gojo! so he's not gonna be as controlling over her as he would be on miss sawai+any kids they have together. reina gets the best scenario in this case

i think i mentioned this in another ask but reina is a sorcerer and will have ce. so yes miss sawai will also learn about curses as well as how important gojo is buuuut miss sawai isnt gonna be able to put together the dots of what rlly happened to satoshi cuz there's no real papertrail. gojo is able to keep the stuff that he wants secret, a secret.

as for reina, due to miss sawai, i dont think she'll fully become a sorcerer (aka go to jujutsu tech/learn about CE). miss sawai wants reina to live a normal happy life. buuut the same cannot be said for the children miss sawai has with gojo. even if miss sawai tries to plead the case for them to live normally, gojo+ the clan wont accept it. he's gonna consider those extensions of himself and so ya, their all gonna be sorcerers.

strangely enough, Gojo's favorite kid will be reina. again, its mainly due to him seeing her as an extension of you, but he prefers her over his biological children.

and reina wont inherit satoshi's technique cuz the technique wasnt an inherited technique! but for the sake of discussion...i still dont think miss sawai would be able to put the dots together. despite how crazy the jjk world is..how can you figure out that your now husband fell in love with you via switching bodies with your late-husband and then got so jealous he wound up killing him to take his place???

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for being the reason my mom and her boyfriend broke up?

My (23) mom has been with this person since I was 7 years old. They do not nor have they ever lived together (in fact, he lives a state away and drives here every thursday-sunday). To his credit, he has shown up for me for orchestra concerts, graduation, flight pick ups, etc almost my whole life whereas my dad has not. However I have not liked him since I was around 17 years old (we were in the middle of a very long drive two states away from home yet AT NIGHT. My mom has high anxiety and can't see very well at night and he screamed at her for not driving but then didn't even stop the car to let her drive anyway?? And when she started crying he jerked the radio up to the highest volume and ignored me kicking and yelling at him in the back because I could've driven instead but whatever)

Anyway. He has a history of tantrums and outbursts like the above. He's never been violent, but one time he hid my mom's cat's ashes just to upset her. He broke her potted plants, showed up at her work to yell at her more, etc. Thanksgiving of 2020, he had me cornered against the wall and was screaming in my face about how ungrateful and disrespectful I am because I didnt talk to him enough while I was home for break. We ended up having to leave our house and stay at a friend's.

And yet my mom forgave him because he cried and apologized to her. But never to me. And she expected me to forgive and move on because she "knows he has a good heart."

Anyway anyway, my mom knew how I felt after that. To prevent him having meltdowns on Christmas or his birthday or fathers day, she would get him gifts and put my name on them. Which I never asked her to do.

Well this year for Christmas he decided I once again was not being grateful or respectful or appreciate enough to/for him. My mom told me to call him and apologize and I said no, because he's never apologized to me and I didn't think I had even done anything. Plus, if I DID apologize out of nowhere for not meeting his expectations he would've known my mom told me to do so.

I was on the long drive home for break when they got into a big fight about me. He asked her if she would choose him or me and she chose me. He broke the brand new TV she bought him for Christmas and the entertainment stand it was on. They haven't seen each other since.

My mom says it's not my fault, but I feel like I've always been the one wedging between them. I'm the one who couldn't let things go, I'm the one who obviously avoids him, I'm the one who won't accept his apologies through a third party. She says this is for the best because they're on different paths and now she can focus on herself, her own happiness, and her faith (which is very important to her and not at all for him).

I just wish my mom was able to come to this conclusion without me being the catalyst. There had to have been a better way to go about this. I don't think I'm blameless here. AITA?

What are these acronyms?

[itz-ps15]

TFRB/TFRBA Headcanons

yes I decided to redesign it. Comment your favorite.

These are my AU, so don’t take them seriously. And these are my Headcanons!

Blades loves Anime, specifically MHA(My Hero Academia)

Hot Shot is good with dates, physics,geometry,and also BODMAS.

Hoist is an animal and nature lover.

Boulder is the tallest in human form.

Whirl loves doing gymnastics.

Blades is the shortest in human form.

The Bots and Recruits have special necklaces and earrings with Energon crystals so they can turn human.

Heatwave and Quickshadow are together(married)sparkmates.

Wedge loves to tease Hot Shot.

Chase is the fastest, and loves writing poems and stories.

Bumblebee is Blades’ best friend, and sees him as a brother.

Heatwave and Hot Shot see each other as father and son. In fact, Heatwave adopted Hot Shot. 

Blurr is now a mentor at the academy, and his student is Snowflake(MY TFRBA oc)

Salvage makes new inventions with Frankie,Hoist and Doc Greene.

Medix is more mature and tries to go with the flow. But he does have autism and OCD. But he’s even funnier.

Hoist and Grimlock are buddies now.

Boulder is good with haircuts,he actually cut Blades’ hair for the first time.

Wedge tries to be tough,but he’s a big softie.

Chase is more funny, and he would sometimes let the recruits take breaks.

Blades adopts a human girl named Meg after he and the team had saved her from bad foster care. He and his wife Windblade also have their first child . A young female baby Autobot, they named her Arix.

The Rescue Bots and Recruits love playing games like Roblox, Minecraft and Gartic Phone.

Hot Shot and Whirl both have ADHD. Explains their optimism and energy.

Medix may have developed some love interests for Snowflake. 

Blades is married to his soulmate and teammate,Windblade!

Blades has acrophobia and is timid most of the time.

Blurr goes through depression and sometimes isn’t sure if he was meant to be a Rescue Bot.

Whirl sees Chase as not only her idol, but as her dad and protector.

Cody would sometimes tell stories to the rescue bots.

Dani and Taylor started dating. 

Chase is autistic.

Salvage is the second tallest in human form.

Quickshadow is the second shortest in human form.

Quickshadow loves spy movies and mystery films.

Blurr sings and writes his own songs and Salvage has known for a long time.

Heatwave enjoys watching rom-coms with Quickshadow.

In the future, Cody and Frankie get married.

Whirl and Hoist have feelings for each other.

There are tales about the Griffin Rock mermaid, and it’s real.

Sirena is the mermaid of Griffin Rock.

Dr Morocco once mind controlled Blades with a micro-chip to kill all the Rescue Bots and Recruits at the academy.

Heatwave and Blades are the only Rescue Bots married so far.

Hoist can be clumsy at times with his inventions.

Medix not only likes bats and dogs, but he’s a big softie for cats.

Heatwave can have a big soft spot for babies.(Robo-Baby set as an example)

Boulder likes watching earth romance movies.

The Burns family have necklaces with a bit of Energon crystals to have connections with the bots.

Blades once got near some sort of flower, it was actually a bush daisy, and he had an allergic reaction to them.

Hoist is allergic to pollen and peanuts.

Whirl loves watching Brooklyn Nine-Nine with Chase.(has to do with cops)

Chief Burns was Doc Greene’s best man in his wedding with Professor Ana Baranova.

Hotshot isn’t good at trying to not to laugh challenges.

Cody wants to be like his dad(Chief Burns), a police officer like him.

Snowflake(my RBA OC) is the shortest of the group, yet tries to be agile. But she’s more on the gentle and sweet caring side of her.

Hot Shot hugged Heatwave hard when there was an alligator or a crocodile near the academy. Hotshot is scared of big reptiles.

Wedge is still afraid of heights. He has developed acrophobia(fear of heights), just like Blades.

Bumblebee, Boulder, Graham, Quickshadow and Hot Shot know sign language.

Hot Shot is going through a bit of depression, and also tries to not feel sad when he thinks about his real parents and what happened to them.

Graham finally shared his feelings with Amy, and now they’re dating.

Blurr goes through depression after the loss of his parents a long time ago.

Hot Shot was an orphan. Until Heatwave adopted him as his son.

Hot Shot’s real parents were killed in a war. He had a caretaker.

Heatwave hates snakes. Any kind of snake. He has Ophidiophobia.

Hot Shot is allergic to four leaf clovers.(Curse you, clover. And they say you bring good luck. Well, you bring bad luck to Hot Shot!)They make him itchy and sneeze. And he’s also allergic to tree nuts, which make him itchy.

Quickshadow is a cat lover.

Blurr is a big softie for dogs. He used to have a dog that looked just like Servo.

Medix may have a tiny crush on Snowflake.

Ratchet and Perceptor have gotten along and worked on some math problems.

Both Chief Burns and Doc Greene were in the military, along with their wives. Their wives died in the military. 

Blurr can’t trust himself to go anywhere alone. Except if he needs to be alone by himself at the race track to clear his mind.

It may take Blurr some time to trust some bot or anyone because of bad friendships. He thought those were friends, but they actually teased him.

Hoist is overcoming his fear of Dino-Bots slowly.

Wedge is slightly glossophobic.(fear of public speaking)

Since Medix and Ratchet are related… Medix sometimes throws wrenches when he’s upset. And would go:”Hot Shot. I needed that!”

Blades loses his office keys quite a bit… okay. Very often. Or, all the time. Fine! He loses his office keys all the time.

Salvage doesn’t have a mentee, but he doesn’t enjoy helping out Boulder in the garden. But he also likes making inventions with Hoist.

Snowflake knows how to translate any Arctic Animal language.

Blurr is a good babysitter. He once helped when the Rescue Bots turned into babies.(sparklings)

Hot Shot had an ex-girlfriend named Sunset Mist. She is now his enemy.

Hot Shot has bad memories of clowns. He’s now afraid of them.

Blades has freckles on his face and arms as a human. He’s the only one with freckles.

Hoist’s favorite colors are teal and light green

Hot Shot has two favorite colors, red and yellow.

In his wedding day, Blades’ best bot(best man) is his best friend, Bumblebee.

Optimus Prime is basically the father figure of the Rescue Bots and Team Prime. 

The Recruits and Rescue Hots once fused together into hybrids when the Bubble Guppies visited.

As a human, Medix needs glasses like his uncle Ratchet.

Medix’s favorite colors are red and white.

Wedge’s favorite color is orange.

Windblade sees the Rescue Bot Recruits as her own children. 

Salvage’s favorite game to do with the recruits is a treasure hunt.

Blades is shy, anxious, timid, and can gets stressed pretty easily.

Medix is good friends with Hot Shot. He sees Hot Shot as his older brother.

Servo has a super close relationship with High Tide. But with the recruits, it’s Hot Shot.

Blades is a fan of pop culture music. But he also enjoys K-pop. Like BLACKPINK.

Whirl’s favorite color is blue.

Blurr is a big softie for not only dogs, but for babies. He is also shown to be a pro at babysitting. Especially sparklings.

When he’s not always on the field or training, Hot Shot would draw on his sketchbook.

Heatwave has nunchucks.

Hot Shot has a special scrapbook and lucky cube for ever since he was just a little baby sparkling.

Blades, behind his rotors, he has katanas.

Hot Shot’s favorite TADC character is Pomni.

Boulder sees styling hair as art, painting. Being creative. Doing what he feels. Hair is like a canvas to him in a way to paint and make art.

Blades’ favorite anime character is Yuunagi Tsubasa from Hirogaru Sky! PrettyCure.

Meg is actually really close to her dad,Blades, and her aunt Dani.

Sideswipe may have started developing love feelings towards Strongarm, even if they’re complete opposite and argue most of the time.

Some of Blurr’s favorite songs are “Runaway, Baby” by Bruno Mars, “Rockstar” by LISA from BLACKPINK, “Shut Up and Drive” and “Breakin’ Dishes”, both songs by Rihanna, “Telephone” by Lady Gaga, and “Starships” by Nicki Minaj.

Blades’ favorite song is “Wings” by Little Mix.

Brushfire’s favorite Australian animal is the kangaroo.

Cody taught Hot Shot to make bracelets, and Hot Shot taught Scorch as well.

Chase, Blades, Medix,Ratchet and Strongarm are the only bots that are autistic.

Miko has ADHD.

Hot Shot’s favorite animal is a rhino.

Chase likes German Shepherds and poodles.

Medix and Hot Shot are like brothers with opposite personalities. Medix is the nerdy autistic, while Hot Shot is the extrovert with ADHD.

Whirl likes Maltese puppies.

Hot Shot’s favorite Disney movie is Wreck-It Ralph. And his favorite characters are Vanellope Von Schweetz, Fix-It Felix Jr and Wreck-It Ralph himself.

[bonefall]

PLEASE make Whitewater be the one who kills Weaselkit. It would be so (tragically) cool, like just thinking about it reminds me of other amazing BB scenes like the Elderberry and Ferncloud scene but on a smaller, background character scale. It would also be a cool parallel type thing to Spiderleg who attempts to kill his son during the same battle. Obviously Spiderleg and Toadstep don’t personally care about the death of a non-Thunderclan kit, so it’s not like they would be aware of the other family murder happening, but WE would know. And we would be shitting our pants. (I’m a sucker for generational trauma and parents failing to protect their children in fiction please mister bonefall)

I HAVE to do it. It fits too well. It's absolutely shockingly tragic and horrrible. Hell opened up and Owlclaw's worst nightmare came lunging out. I have so many thoughts.

Owlclaw has had a whole life dealing with the neglect and abuse he went through, taking it out on others as a bully, and it's only now seeming to get any better

Mentor Oakfur being even more of a parent to him than any other apprentice he's had, knowing Owlpaw needed it.

Whitewater had FINALLY died. It hurt like nothing else, because in spite of everything he loved his mother... but he was FREE

And maybe she was, too. Maybe in StarClan she could watch over him, perhaps now with distance her memory can be something positive.

There was a time he might have wished suffering on her. But he's going to be a dad, now. He's learned that holding onto grudges never seems to do anything constructive.

He started his new life with Pinenose, still in their honeymoon phase. They're a young couple and everything is moving fast, they're welcoming two little twins.

Weaselkit and... Happykit. He still thinks it's silly, but he said it as a sardonic joke because he couldn't think of a good name and Pinenose beamed. How could he burst her bubble?

He has NO idea that his mother didn't ascend to StarClan. Shes doonstairs. He's daring to assume the best, and she's embracing the worst.

She doesn't need long to be completely onboard with Tigerstar's scheme. She didn't even need a discussion with Hawkfrost. The only reason StarClan would throw her down here is because there's a problem.

So, she'll put it right.

The IMMEDIATE validation she feels seeing Harespring training in the Dark Forest is intoxicating. They ARE cursed!! One of them already found its way here!

(AND the spawn of that damn TRAITOR, Crowfeather. The bastard who betrayed Mudclaw's coup.)

Harespring started training here out of curiosity, and a speck of heresy to be totally honest. He wanted to know his biofather, Mudclaw, and StarClan couldn't be all that wonderful if it would allow his brother Kestrelflight to be forced into the Cleric's den so young.

But NOW, having met Mudclaw and hearing his side of the story, and now WHITEWATER landing here as well...

...he has never had stronger faith in StarClan before. Mudclaw was horrible enough. Whitewater is unhinged.

There is no doubt in his mind that these two belong here. The sad stories are outweighed by cases like these, so in his opinion, there SURELY must be things he doesn't know about innocuous cats like Houndleap and Featherwhisker.

He hates coming here, every moment he's trapped with one of his bioparents is a moment he wishes he was spending with papa Torear.

Harespring betrays the Dark Forest the minute he has a chance to. But it doesn't stop Whitewater.

Weaselkit's death happened so fast and they were so young that Happykit can barely remember it. Was it after Dustpelt crunched? ...he thinks it was during.

I can't imagine Happykit will be told about Whitewater until he's much older, but... he knows Weaselkit's death is what drives the wedge between his parents

(Of course that's too simple to be correct. Happy's smart in the way that you get when you have to grow up quick, but still a kid at the end of the day. Owlclaw backslid into old, destructive ways. Pinenose can't handle him and their child and her grief at the same time. They were a young couple to begin with. It shattered like glass.)

I'm not sure who dealt with Whitewater during the Battle of the True Eclipse, but she is definitely double dead. Part of me wants to make it Spikefur, Pinenose's next mate. But Owlclaw dealing with his mother a minute too late, after FINALLY finding peace with it all, is also gut-wrenching.

[superscourge]

Can you tell us more about the Childhood Friends AU?

yeas

i guess i'll give some lil details abt it. this is gonna be long so under the cut it goes

sonic and scourge (also sonic at the time) meet each other when a portal opens up between their dimensions when theyre both about 10 years old. they both are pretty attuned to changes in their world, so they find it at the same time and are like "What The Heck You're Me!" but they hit it off pretty quickly bc they figure out the other one is just as fast as them and they race and a bond is formed.. they decide to call each other nicknames (buckles for prime sonic, shades for alt sonic bc at the time he's wearing the leather jacket + boots + shades) just to make things easier

for a little more context, in this au moebius is more like just. mobius but a little to the left. its not an opposite world like it is in canon, its just kinda...Different? if that makes sense? so shades isnt Nice, hes kind of a dick and he's rude, but he's not evil or malicious

buckles finds out after a while that shades has...not the best home life. his dad fuckin sucks. so shades stays with him and his nonna a lot (buckles' parents are gone already and he ends up staying with this sweet old cat lady he calls his nonna). this eventually culiminates into an awful thing when theyre about 14--shades ends up being pushed to the point of where he actually kills his dad. he doesnt show up for weeks, and buckles is worried, but he eventually shows up again, but hes different. hes not okay. and suddenly hes talking about how they cant be friends, how hes going to leave and never come back. and they have their first fight, which ends with shades leaving and buckles being left alone and devastated

they dont meet again until a couple years later when theyre both 16. shades had eventually returned to mobius and had been crashing there for a while, but he was stirring up trouble under the name of sonic. prime sonic finds him on angel island--apparently he had caused so much trouble that even sonic's enemies were targeting him now, so he wanted to use the master emerald to gain power so they'd stop messing with him. of course this goes south when he powers up with the emerald and knuckles defends it by slashing him across the chest during the transformation, interrupting it and putting him in a permanent half-super state (the green). he proclaims his new name is scourge, and they fight again, but scourge ends up using the master emerald to chaos control away, and once again they dont see each other for a while after that, bc then sonic is dealing with the Worst fucking year of his life (shadow, unleashed, forces). they basically dont talk again until theyre 19.

when they do talk again, sonic's really messed up from forces--the torture from infinite on the death egg really fucked him up and was making him question his reality even after everything. but scourge runs into him and knocks some sense into him (literally punches him in the face LOL) and sonic realizes this Is real, the war Is over, and everything fucking sucks. his nonna died while he was away. scourge doesnt take this well at all, and neither does sonic when he realizes its real, and they both kinda have a mutual breakdown moment because Neither of them were there when she passed and they both majorly regret it. but scourge still doesnt end up staying; he takes sonic to a nearby village when he falls asleep and then he leaves again. but that lets sonic know that scourge still does care about him, despite pushing him away for all these years. so hes going to figure out why, and bring back his friend.

they finally meet again post-frontiers, when sonic has a clearer head and has healed a lot. they fight again Of Course, but it ends up with scourge finally confessing why he'd run away so long ago, why he'd been trying so hard to push sonic away and drive a wedge between them to make sure sonic would Stay away--it was all because of the thing with his dad. he was ashamed of himself and didnt want his only best friend to see him as a murderer. but yknow what? sonic isnt fazed. he doesnt give a Shit. in fact he literally tells scourge that if scourge hadnt done it? sonic would have. jules was awful and beyond saving and the world was better off without him. scourge is shocked by all this, not really understanding...but they end up making up and finally, Finally becoming friends again

so thats the whole story LOL. ive been developing it w jester behind the scenes and while it isnt a Long au story its a fun and angsty one hehe. might be a little sonourge eventually. you know how it is

[finalbrickasy]

Day 26.... pheeeew, we're nearing the end. I like drawing, but it's getting really exhausting now. Anyway. The topic for today is "catboy or catgirl" and who's the best cat dad in FF7 and why is it Wedge?

[the-togepi-man]

You mentioned that it’s been 3 years since bringing Chester home. What has been the best part of being a “cat-dad?”

Oh there's a lot of reason but it's for sure the naps. I love hopping on the couch for a lunch-break nap and you just hear "Beeerp?" and then he comes over, asks for pets then plops right down on the blanket and passes out. Though lately Chester has been doing this thing where if I have a pillow that im holding he will come wedge his face between the pillow and the couch and rest his head on my side and look up at me, and it's INSANELY cute

[ruminate88]

How Do You Grieve An Online Friendship That Passes away but You Never Met in Person? ❤️‍🩹

2/27/25 I never got to forgive her either…

I had a friend named Briana and well… I met her when I was 17 online and we hit it off. Briana loved books so much… she loved music, movies, tv shows, her cat and we were in the same fandom. We liked the same celebrity. Yet, Briana was sick the whole time I knew her 😢 I never knew when she was in the hospital or at her apartment but I fear she was in there more than not. She just never made a big deal about it because it was her normal. She never said “hey I’m in the hospital again dying” she never said she was dying ❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹🌹🌹😭😭😭😭

Briana was also homeschooled too like me at times because of her situation being sick a lot. Her mom passed away and so all that was left was her and her dad… Briana was easy to talk to ACCEPT there was these moments suddenly when she’s either driving a wedge between me and another person OR she’s playing two sides. Acting as if she’s taking my side but also being friends with people who seemingly always wanted to steal all my ideas. They would steal my website layouts or copy me like crazy. I mean, do what you want just … I don’t have any beef or hate with anyone. I just don’t do the “catty”, “mean girls” or “drama”. Like, I tried to be nice to everyone and Bri always swore she was only friends with them to get “information” to “help me” but I didn’t like that. You can be friend with whoever you want but are you talking about me behind my back to them?? 😝

There were times I just didn’t trust Briana and so I would cut contact …. Yet she would come back and suddenly were best friends again. 😩😝 This was the theme for ALL my online relationships is I was always too nice and kept giving people chances. I didn’t wanna hurt Bri but she hurt me ALOT!!! Eventually Bri was texting my ex Andrew behind my back… FOR A MONTH and I think they cyber sexted or at least he attempted to. She claimed she was “just trying to see if he’s cheating on me” BUT FOR A WHOLE MONTH?? I asked her why she didn’t just tell me day one she had texted him but…. Bri said she didn’t wanna upset me and knew I was gonna take the news hard that Andrew flirted with her. Ugh

Andrew even told me not to get upset at her that she did “nothing wrong” but still… you lied to me for a MONTH!!! Bri knew how obsessed and crazy I was over Andrew… This was the last straw for me. I didn’t know who to believe. Briana was telling me not to trust Andrew but Andrew is telling me he believed I made a new account and he thought he was only talking to me and has no idea who Bri is… not to blame Bri. Why was he protecting her so much??? I was sick to my stomach and thought they were secretly being together behind my back.

I pushed Bri away because she had broken my trust before in the past… she asked me and begged me would I believe her and said “she did nothing wrong, she was just trying to help me out” 🥺😩 I just…. At that point, I was just tired. Tired of not knowing the truth about my relationships. Tired of being lied to and hurt by everyone I love. I wanted to stay friends with Bri but gah it was waaaaaay too hard. I FaceTimed both Bri and Andrew so they were who they said in their photos but still people can lie to you about soooooo many things 😢 (Bri actually FaceTimed me from the hospital and said she loved me) 💔💔💔

Whenever I found out a few years later that Briana had passed away. I thought it was fake. I thought she faked her death to get attention and that she’s a drama queen…. YET, eventually I got brave enough to google her and her Facebook has her tombstone photo on it, plus all her family was commenting how they miss her 😰😢😭😭 I knew then it was 100% real that she’s truly gone and I didn’t know how to act. I couldn’t cry or feel anything. I’ve lost so much trust for her but I still cared about her. I still shared a lot with her for so many years…. You can’t just pretend that doesn’t exist!! Ya know???

HOW DO YOU GRIEVE THAT??? Plus I never forgave her for texting Andrew and I carry that around not sure what to do with it. I try to forgive myself and know that she lied to me but she’s gone and I can’t directly tell her I forgive her that she probably was just trying to help and Andrew gaslit me so much, I was mostly in confusion because of him but Bri wasn’t really making it easy on me … I mean, she had her flaws too. (We all do) I miss her but like if she was still alive now, what would I even say to her?? She really hurt me and then acted like she did me a favor!! Ya know??? I’ve asked God to forgive me for not forgiving her before she passed. Just cuz ppl hurt me, I don’t wanna hurt them. I 110% love people deeply. You all matter to me and you’re in my heart ❤️‍🩹🌹

[sirensquadron]

Okay so far I have

Mack Idared- main character, new girl on the Squadron, roughly 20 when she joins a few months after the battle of Hoth. Mack is her real name, at first she doesn't have a callsign because she's new but by the time they know her enough to give her one, they decide it would be best to keep calling her her real name. I'll elaborate on why later

Fish- Lieutenant and XO. Real name is Liddy Pursik. Correlian, from Gus Talon. Dating Midline to keep her dad off her back- I mean... because she's in love with him!!! Like 25 by the battle of Hoth, so about Wedge's age. They call her fish because she's crash landed into like three large bodies of water, and cause she wears big aviators off duty, hence "fish eyes"

Coot- Captain of the squadron. Sort of mysterious, all they really know about him is he's bisexual. He's only like 30ish but they call him Coot cause he's still the oldest. (Street-Cat: And he acts like an old man!!)

Street-Cat: she was raised on Ryloth (and is a twi'lek). They call her Cat quite a bit or Catty sometimes but not Kitty. She got the name because she says pursuit with a strong r sound that makes it sound a bit like a purr, but she certainly causes enough problems to keep up with the name.

Spark: you can't stop me from making 1 million Aldraanian OCs it's in my accommodations. Anyways, Spark is also about 20 and was about 16 or 17 when she joined the squadron. Fish and Coot are pretty protective over her for this reason even though she is an adult now. She's called Spark because her first week she tried to make a repair on her ship herself and caused an electrical fire. Oops.

Midline: Ah what to say about Midline. He's from Corellia proper, he's dating Fish. They're about the same age, but Midline is certainly not making Lieutenant any time soon. He got his name for being deeply mediocre, at more or less everything. He's not all that good or all that bad. He's a fine enough guy but well... he's just there

[vaultdamned]

002. Do they do anything to celebrate their birthday?, 062. What sort of legacy does your character wish to leave behind?, & 098. Does your character like animals?

002. DO THEY DO ANYTHING TO CELEBRATE THEIR BIRTHDAY?

       his mother & father took him to the lake every year when he was a child, up until 6 years old. vincent vaguely remembers the warmth of the sun, tangy orange wedges & dry sugar-bombs for snacks. something red & fuzzy. a blanket, perhaps? he remembers the way the lake's surface rippled with each pebble his dad & him tossed & how every time they returned home, a birthday cake was waiting for him on the kitchen counter.

       evelyn threw him big birthday galas, despite his wish for something low-key, & they weren't even fun themed events. suit & tie. corporate colors. a required gift list that she'd made by herself thinking she knew what Vincent liked, & to her credit she managed to successfully guess at least half of his wish list, but his lack of involvement in his own party only curated the distaste for the day; making for a sour taste in his mouth --- except for the catering, now that he loved.

       after the divorce, he doesn't do much & is often too involved in his work to take a personal day off.

       in the vault, he & his colleagues devoted resources & time, despite vault tec's wish against extravagance usage of both, for parties filled with board games, word of mouth games, cringy decorations, & pantry food. something about these birthdays in his life ... the simplicity of them & the energy that swelled within the entire vault, they never got mundane nor did he ever have a bad birthday. the people he'd come to appreciate & respect showed him the same gratitude & earnest when throwing his parties & he did the same in return.

      leaving his vault, there isn't much he does to celebrate. one time he found a sweet roll & not knowing exactly what day it was, he celebrated his birthday for the hell of it by humming this old tune that played on a radio in the vault, though he could never hear through the static just exactly what the lyrics were.

062. WHAT SORT OF LEGACY DOES YOUR CHARACTER WISH TO LEAVE BEHIND?

     trick question. he doesn't want to leave any kind of legacy, but it's almost like a double edged sword; his condition allows him to be the face of vault tec's evil, however he carries that evil personally because he was vault tec. so currently, it's a testament to both outliving vault tech but also carrying on their name, if only by tragedy rather than title.

    no legacy here, except maybe in the people he manages to connect with. he'd like to be remembered as that guy that tried his best, despite always feeling like a gun was pointed to his head. oh, and that he was a science god.

098. DOES YOUR CHARACTER LIKE ANIMALS?

    he loves animals. has a soft spot for them.

    him & evelyn adopted an older tortoise shell kitty together, polly, & the old girl always found a spot on his lap while vincent was studying for his PhD. eventually, he put a scratching post & a cat bed in his office for her. she passed away sometime during the divorce, so neither evelyn nor vincent could take ownership of the sweet gal. she was old; showing signs of blindness & her hearing was slowly disappearing. he doesn't suspect anything other than old age when it comes to polly's passing.

[umbral-stigmata-unbound]

.....

[itz-ps15]

TFRB/TFRBA Headcanons

These are my AU, so don’t take them seriously. And these are my Headcanons!

Blades loves Anime, specifically MHA(My Hero Academia)

Hotshot is good with dates, physics,geometry,and also BODMAS.

Hoist is an animal and nature lover.

Boulder is the tallest in human form.

Whirl loves doing gymnastics.

Blades is the shortest in human form.

The Bots and Recruits have special necklaces and earrings with Energon crystals so they can turn human.

Heatwave and Quickshadow are together(married)sparkmates.

Wedge loves to tease Hotshot.

Chase is the fastest, and loves writing poems and stories.

Bumblebee is Blades’ best friend, and sees him as a brother.

Medix and Ratchet are related. Medix is Ratchet’s nephew.

Heatwave and Hotshot see each other as father and son. In fact, Heatwave adopted Hotshot. 

Blurr is now a mentor at the academy, and his student is Snowflake(MY TFRBA oc)

Salvage makes new inventions with Frankie,Hoist and Doc Greene.

Medix is more mature and tries to go with the flow. But he does have autism and OCD. But he’s even funnier.

Hoist and Grimlock are buddies now.

Boulder is good with haircuts,he actually cut Blades’ hair for the first time.

Wedge tries to be tough,but he’s a big softie.

Chase is more funny, and he would sometimes let the recruits take breaks.

Blades adopts a human girl named Meg after he and the team had saved her from bad foster care. He also adopted a young female baby Autobot named Arix.

The Rescue Bots and Recruits love playing games like Roblox, Minecraft and Gartic Phone.

Hotshot and Whirl both have ADHD.

Medix may have developed love interest for Snowflake.

Blades is married to his soulmate and teammate,Windblade!

Blades has agrophobia and is timid most of the time.

Blurr goes through depression and sometimes isn’t sure if he was meant to be a Rescue Bot.

Whirl sees Chase as not only her idol, but as her dad and protector.

Cody would sometimes tell stories to the rescue bots.

Dani and Taylor started dating. 

Chase is autistic.

Salvage is the second tallest in human form.

Quickshadow is the second shortest in human form.

Quickshadow loves spy movies and mystery films.

Blurr sings and writes his own songs and Salvage has known for a long time.

Heatwave enjoys watching rom-coms with Quickshadow.

In the future, Cody and Frankie get married.

Whirl and Hoist have feelings for each other.

There are tales about the Griffin Rock mermaid, and it’s real.

Sirena is the mermaid of Griffin Rock.

Dr Morocco once mind controlled Blades with a micro-chip to kill all the Rescue Bots and Recruits at the academy.

Heatwave and Blades are the only Rescue Bots married so far.

Hoist can be clumsy at times with inventions.

Medix not only likes bats and dogs, but he’s a big softie for cats.

Heatwave can have a big soft spot for babies.

Boulder likes watching earth romance movies.

The Burns family have necklaces with a bit of Energon crystals to have connections with the bots.

Blades once got near some sort of flower, it was actually a bush daisy, and he had an allergic reaction to them.

Hoist is allergic to pollen and peanuts.

Whirl loves watching Brooklyn Nine-Nine with Chase.(has to do with cops)

Chief Burns was Doc Greene’s best man in his wedding with Professor Ana Baranova.

Hotshot isn’t good at trying to not to laugh challenges.

Cody wants to be like his dad(Chief Burns), a police officer like him.

Snowflake(my RBA OC) is the shortest of the group, yet tries to be agile. But she’s more on the gentle and sweet caring side of her.

Hotshot hugged Heatwave hard when there was an alligator or a crocodile near the academy. Hotshot is scared of big reptiles.

Wedge is still afraid of heights. He developed acrophobia(fear of heights), just like Blades.

Bumblebee knows sign language.

Hotshot is going through a bit of depression, and also tries to not feel sad when he thinks about his real parents and what happened to them.

Graham finally shared his feelings with Amy, and now they’re dating.

Hope you all like these. For @asmoteeth @komicantspellanything @cayennesugar @cynthiadasorceress @sabiraclouds

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The Night We Met

That Which Binds You III

Pairing: Stark!Peter x Blackcat!Reader

Warnings: canon typical violence

Summary: Time for you to break into Stark Towers. What could go wrong?

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With only five days of planning the job was bound to be a bit of a mess. There just wasn’t wasn’t enough time for you to execute the break in with the level of precision you preferred. You’d set up some cameras on nearby buildings to watch during the day and spent the past five nights staking out the building in person. In an ideal world you would have been able to find some untraceable way in and out, but it just wasn’t doable, the building was too well guarded.

You’d determined that your best bet was going to be the helipad. Every hour a single Shield agent would come out to do a security sweep, but other than that the area was left unguarded. All you’d have to do was take out one agent and slip inside, but it was a bit of a Hail Mary after that. Normally you were able to gain access to the blueprints of the buildings you were breaking into, but everything involving Stark Towers was inaccessible.

All you could find regarding the building's interior were a few interviews and office tours done by Tony and his wife, Pepper. It wasn’t much, but you’d at least been able to confirm what floor his lab was on. You’d considered trying to get a tour from Peter, but quickly decided against it because you hated the idea of using him.

If you had a little more time you would have tried to figure out if any of the Avengers were slated to be there that evening. At the very least you had confirmed that neither Peter nor his dad would be there that evening. Tony was at a tech conference in Europe, and Peter told you that he was going to the movies with Ned. That was two of your biggest worries gone.

“It’s now or never,” you mumbled to yourself as the Shield agent stepped out onto the roof.

You jumped off the roof you were perched on and zipped towards the tower. You fell onto the helipad just behind the agent and placed a chloroform soaked ragged over her mouth. She fell unconscious in a matter of seconds and you picked up her key card before setting her gently down on the concrete. You used her card to let yourself into the building and began looking for the stairwell.

Luckily you found it was empty, and the lab was only two floors above you. You peaked out of the door carefully after climbing the stairs to make sure no one was waiting on the other side. You climbed onto the ceiling so you could creep through the halls undetected. A few guards were patrolling the halls but security was surprisingly minimal, you managed to make it to the lab without any hiccups. Once you entered the lab you pushed a large metal table into the doorway to wedge it open in case they initiated some kind of lockdown. It seemed that everything was going your way until you got the drive plugged in.

“Intruder detected,” a robotic voice called out as alarms started to sound within the building.

You weren’t surprised, you knew there was no way you’d be making it in and out without being spotted. All you could do was hope the drive would work fast and you’d be able to run before security showed up.

“Hurry up,” you begged, waiting for a small loading bar on the screen to fill up, “Come on, come on…”

“Well correct me if I’m wrong, but I’m pretty sure you’re the intruder everyone’s looking for.”

You whipped around and spotted Spiderman, hanging from the ceiling above you. You were confident in your ability to out maneuver most people, even most Avengers, but he was going to be a problem. He was faster and more agile than you, plus he’d have the advantage in the air. You had no idea how you were going to slip away from him.

“Blackcat right? Or at least that’s what everyone’s been calling you,” he hummed, “I guess it makes sense with the cat ears and all.”

“And you’re Spiderman,” your lips drew to a smirk when you addressed him, “What could you possibly want with a little kitty like me?”

“To talk,” he dropped from the ceiling and stepped towards you, “Why are you here? You’ve been targeting Hammerhead, I thought we were on the same side. You don’t need to steal from us, we can help you take him down.”

You nearly laughed at the idea.

“I don’t take sides Spider,” you purred, reaching behind yourself to grab the drive, “I’m just following orders.”

“Who’s orders?” he pressed.

“Well I normally don’t give up information for free,” you slipped the drive back into your pocket and grabbed a smoke grenade, “But maybe if you can catch me we can have a little chat.”

You tossed the grenade at him and ran past him as the room began to fill with smoke. You dove over the metal table still wedged in the door and took off down the hall. Shield agents were starting to gather but you didn’t have time to fight them with Spiderman still following you. You tossed another smoke grenade in the hall and ran up the wall, over the group of agents trying to grab you. There were even more agents waiting in the stairwell, you swept your legs under one of them, knocking him over before you threw yourself over the railing. You landed a floor down and slid down the railing to the door you’d originally entered from. You swung open the door, two more agents were waiting at the exit for you.

“Oh come on,” you groaned.

They drew her guns and Spiderman shouted behind you, “Don’t shoot her just grab her!”

“You worried about my safety Spider? That's cute!” you called back, elbowing one of them in the side of the head.

You punched the other, knocking him back before you grabbed his wrist. You swung your elbow back into his stomach and ripped his gun from his hands. You shot it at the roof before you ran out the door. Debris tumbled down in front of Spiderman, buying you just enough time to get into the air before he reached the roof. Being in the air wasn’t good for you, the grappling hooks at your waist weren’t nearly as flexible as his webs, but you needed to get out of his sight as quickly as possible.

You attempted to round a corner and found that one of your grappling hooks wouldn’t retract. Spiderman had shot a web at it, trapping it in the building it’d been lodged in. The momentum sent you slamming into the large glass wall. You swore and used your claws to try and cut through the webs. Spiderman came crashing into you before you could get yourself free. He set his hands on either side of your head, trapping you between him and the building.

“You caught me Spider,” you teased, “What now?”

“Tell me who you’re working for,” he demanded.

“Oh I’m not giving it up that easy,” you chuckled, “Don’t you know cats have nine lives?”

You slammed your head into his and brought both legs to his chest, using them to kick him off of you. Your claws tore through the webbing and you sprinted up the side of the building with him following right behind you. When you reached the top of the building you threw yourself onto the roof and went sprinting for the other end. Another web caught one of your feet and you fell onto your stomach. You flipped over quickly and attempted to cut yourself free again. He shot another web at your hand, sticking it to the ground beside your foot.

“Now,” he took a hold of your free hand, “Do you want to waste all nine lives running from me? Or do you want to tell me who you’re working for?”

You gritted your teeth and racked your brain for a way out.

“I’ll talk if you let me up,” you tried to bargain.

“How about you talk to me and then I can help you,” he offered.

“Help me?” you scoffed, “What makes you think I need help?”

“You’re obviously scared of whoever it is, I can help you get away from them,” he promised, “I know your track record, I know you aren’t a bad person. I think you just got involved with the wrong people, and I can help you get out of that. You just need to talk to me.”

You opened your mouth but quickly closed it again. You weren’t a bad person, at least you didn’t think you were. Trusting him wasn’t an option, but maybe you could use him. If he took the drive you could just tell Fisk he’d caught you, that the job was just too big. Shield would have time to warn their double agents that Fisk was after them, and no one would have to die.

You took a deep breath before finally speaking again, “Take the flash drive, it’s in my waist pocket.”

He reached into your pocket hesitantly and grabbed the drive, “Can you tell me who you’re working for now?”

“I’m only doing this because I don’t want anyone’s death on my hands, not because I need, or want, your help.”

He frowned, “What’s on here?”

“They told me it’s the identities of double agents, it could be more though. I have no idea what that drive did, they just told me to plug it in.”

“Okay,” he relaxed his grip, “Will you tell me who they are?”

You knew you couldn’t do that, if you told him about Fisk you’d also have to reveal your identity. Everything would fall apart. There’d be no more college, no more normal job, no more better life.

“No can do Spider,” you ripped herself free of his grip, slashed through the webbing, and jumped to your feet, “I’m sure we’ll be seeing each other again, try not to miss me too much before then.”

He stood by when you ran off the roof, letting you disappear into the city and out of his view. You knew he’d let you get away, but you didn’t know why. Some sort of savior complex is what you figured. He was sorely mistaken if he thought he was somehow going to rescue you, but you’d let him believe it if it meant he was going to take it easy on you.

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The door closed softly as you could and tip-toed towards your bed. You slid your bag under your bed and dug your pajamas out from your dresser. Fisk had berated you for the better half of an hour when you returned without the drive. He’d made it clear that if something like that happened again there would be consequences. You’d expected as much and promised him to do better before you retreated to the dorm. MJ was passed out in her bed when you got back so you were trying to be as quiet as possible.

“(y/n)?” MJ croaked, squinting at you in the darkness.

“Yeah, sorry, I tried to be quiet,” you apologized.

“It’s okay,” she yawned, “How was the party?”

“It was good,” you pursed your lips, “How was the movie?”

“It was good, I wish you could have come.”

“Oh, thanks,” you blushed before adding, “You don’t have to invite me to hang out with your friends you know? I won’t be offended if you don’t.”

MJ sat up and turned on her clam shaped lamp, “I didn’t feel like I was obligated to invite you or something, I like hanging out with you, we all do. If you don’t want to go though you can’t just tell me no.”

“Yeah,” you gripped the pile of clothes in your arms and sighed, “I’m sorry MJ. I know I can be a little cold sometimes.”

“Well that’s alright, I’ll just keep bringing Peter around. He doesn’t seem to have a problem warming you up,” she smirked.

You decided it was best to ignore the comment, “I’m gonna take a quick shower, and I’m sorry again, I’ll be more quiet coming in next time.”

“Don’t worry about it, I always wake up when you come home.”

“You do? I’m sorry, I didn’t realize I was so loud.”

“Don’t worry about it,” she repeated, “I like to know you got back safe anyway.”

You felt your cheeks flush under the dim light. It was a sweet gesture and you didn't know how to respond, so you just retreated into the bathroom without another word.

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"stripper!izuku"

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non hero quirkless (vigilante) izuku who's mom gets sick and he needs some extra cash to pay the medical bills and starts stripping

and shouta is dragged to a stripper joint by nemuri, tensei, and hizashi bc "u need to get out and enjoy urself" and he sees this cat boy (?) or maybe bunny boy stripper who's moving in a very familiar way

but he gets destructed be wow the muscles on those thighs he wants his head to be crushed

Oh hell let me just take this and twist it a bit:

So Izuku’s life has been pretty shit.  He was labeled quirkless at 4, his dad left by the time he was 5, and school was hell.  Inko did her best and she loved him but, well, it’s hard for a woman with a son like him.

So things were never easy.

But by the time he’s 16 Inko’s dead and he’s out on his own and things get harder.  His saving grace?  A few of the dancers from a local club on the scruffier side of Mustutafu.  They don’t care that he’s quirkless or that he;s scrawny and he mumbles or anything like that.

They’re just ... kind. Something Izuku’s seen too little of in his life.

They take him in, get him a job busing tables and sweeping floors because nowhere else but the clubs want to hire someone like him.  They even find him a place to rent for super cheap where the only real issue is the way he has to make sure he wedges a chair under his doorknob every night. But he normally uses the window instead of the door anyways so it works out.

So the dancers help him out and he balances finishing school as fast as possible (because he promised Inko he would no matter what and the teachers are more than happy to see him go) and his new life that happens at night. Working in this new world of glitter and sequins, thigh highs and flesh.  It’s rough and it’s messy but it’s good in so many ways. Filled with laughter and long nails scratching at his scalp and bartenders who feed him and dancers who slip small yen notes and coins into his pockets when he’s not paying attention because he’s “just baby, look at those cheeks”.

And he knows not all of them have tragic backstories, some of them just like to dance, but none of that matter because they’re all so good to him.

He gets older.  Turns 17 and a few of the dancers see the way he wiggles to the beat when he buses tables and sweeps floors and they start teaching him in the down time before the club opens and after it closes.  He’s always been good at patterns, always been good at keeping aware of his surroundings and once something catches his attention he latches on hard.

And dancing, this thing that’s such a huge part of all these people who’ve taken over his life now, absolutely catches his attention.

He gets real good, real fast and the owner is more than willing to let him take a turn on the stage on slow nights for half the regular stage fee.  But then it becomes the full fee because Izuku’s good.  Good enough to where the owner asks him what he wants his gimmick to be.

And it’s cliche, he knows it is, but all he can think is how Inko used to laugh and poke him in the cheeks and tug lovingly at his hair when he was little and coo “look at my little bunny” thanks to how he’d hop in place and flap his hands just a bit whenever he was excited about something, unable to stand still.

So soon he’s not just busing table anymore he’s a fulltime dancer too, Usa-chan on the stage.

He still helps out around the club though. Still runs drinks and even takes shifts behind the bar if necessary.  And once the night’s through he’ll take the time to walk a few of the dancers home because he wants them to be safe.

So of course when someone tries to rob them, tries to steal the money his friends worked so hard for Izuku steps in, body just moving on its own.  But he’s strong now.  Running and dancing and working the floor have all seen to that.

“My hero,” Nanami-chan sobs, half smothering Izuku in his cleavage even as the other dancers coo and laugh and agree. 

And Izuku just ... yeah, he still wants that.  So after that night Izuku just, never stops stepping in wherever he goes, with whatever he sees.

Turns out dancing is actually a pretty good source of income and training for a vigilante too.  A flexible schedule, good pay, and a job that guarantees him a special kind of physical training in the process.

So time passes, he gets older and while his life isn’t perfect, while it’s still hard and it’s still rough in a lot of ways, it’s also ... good.  Better than he’d ever imagined.

And then, one night when the music is loud and the club is packed, he ends up in the lap of Eraserhead himself and everything changes.

But Nerumi is a huge supporter and likes to frequent the local clubs, showing her support to the dancers and just enjoying herself. Hizashi’s always down for a night out and Tensei is surprisingly at home anywhere. So of course that means Shouta gets dragged out more often than he might like to one club or another.

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For his part Shouta’s never been a strip club kind of person.  Nothing against the people who work there it’s just that they’re normally loud and crowded and sometimes the lights hurt his eyes.

He’s absolutely not expecting to be taken in by one of the dancers. But Usa-chan is all lithe muscles and mouthwatering thighs and he dances with something that looks a lot like a sensual sort of violence in every move and Shouta can’t help but watch.

And Nerumi, Hizashi, and Tensei can’t help but see him watch. So of course they interfere, more money than necessary piling up between the quickly as they wave Usa-chan down after his set and buy a lap dance for their grumpy friend.

“Oh,” Usa-chan practically squeaks as he pretty much lands in Shouta’s lap, face flushed and dark lined eyes wide.  “Eraserhead!”

And Shouta’s shocked of course that he’s been recognized here in this club.  But then Usa-chan smiles, this wide and bright sort of grin and leans forwards to brush a barely there kiss against the arc of Shouta’s cheek.

“Thank you for all you do,” Usa-chan tells him softly with a small wink.  “Let me make this dance really good for you.”

And Shouta’s stuck there with a lap full of dancer while his idiot friends hoot and holler beside him and, well, Shouta’s always been a cat person but maybe bunnies aren’t so bad either.

Maybe.