#but. this is about seeing my dads family again

[loafysainz]

the parent trap (remake) | CS 55

cast: carlos sainz x fem!reader

warn: 100% fiction & remake

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PART 16 BACK TO PAST MEMORIES

The afternoon had been a whirlwind—full of surprises, chaos, and more surprises. So, when Carlos and Matheo stepped out of the hotel lobby together, both dressed in formal attire, Carlos couldn't help but feel a little on edge. 

“Matheo…” Carlos tilted his head, tugging at the stiff collar of his shirt as he eyed his son. “There have been ‘way’ too many surprises today. Can you at least tell me where we’re going?” 

Matheo grin was as mischievous as ever. “I already told you, Dad—it’s a surprise.” 

Carlos rolled his eyes dramatically. “All right, I wish I am not about to get struck by lightning or something.” 

As they walked towards the entrance of the hotel, Carlos caught sight of Y/N, who was walking out with Mattia. Both were impeccably dressed, though Carlos’s gaze naturally lingered on the Y/N longer than he’d admit. 

The twins exchanged a knowing glance, the kind of secretive look that sent chills down a parent’s spine. Carlos sighed deeply. “This doesn’t feel like it’s going to end well.” 

Y/N approached him, smoothing down her dress. “Hey… any idea what the kids are up to?” 

Carlos shook his head. “No clue. Matheo won’t tell me a thing.” 

Y/N nodded “I see.”

The limo ride that followed was short, yet somehow stretched an eternity in awkward anticipation. Carlos couldn’t shake the feeling that he and Y/N were being set up. By the time they arrived at a port, the confusion on their faces was mutual. 

“Kids…” Carlos stared at the waterfront with raised eyebrows. “Is this where we’re eating?” 

Mattia smirked. “Nope!” 

Matheo pointed towards the dock, where a stunning yacht was illuminated against the evening sky. “That’s where we’re going to have dinner.” 

Carlos’s jaw nearly hit the floor. “The yacht? You’re joking.” 

But they weren’t joking. 

The group made their way onto the boat, Carlos firing questions as quickly as his brain could process what was happening. “Matheo, how exactly are we paying for this?” 

“We gave all our savings,” Matheo said, his tone suspiciously nonchalant. 

Carlos raised an eyebrow. “Yeah, sure, Theo. Try again.” 

“Well… I call Grandpa Sainz yesterday, he have helped a ‘little’ bit,” Matheo admitted sheepishly. 

“Matheo,” Carlos said, gave his son a pointed look. 

Matheo grinned up at him. “What? It helped a lot.” 

Mattia quickly interjected, tugging on Y/N’s dress. “Come on, Mom. You’re going to love this.” 

The families was ushered inside the yacht, where they stopped at an elegant door. Matheo turned to them with a grin so wide it practically screamed trouble. “Mrs. Y/LN, Mr. Sainz… your dinner is served.” 

The door swung open, revealing a beautifully set table in the middle of the room. Flowers and candles decorated the space, their soft glow reflected in the surrounding windows that overlooked the water. Y/N gasped quietly, clearly impressed by the romantic setup, while Carlos scanned the scene, his eyes narrowing. 

“Uh… kids? There are only two chairs,” he pointed out, gesturing at the table. 

Matheo’s face lit up. “Exactly! That’s part two of the surprise. We’re ‘not’ having dinner with you!” 

Y/N laughed nervously, trying to mask her growing unease. “Oh? And who will be joining us then?” 

Right on cue, Chessy appeared, stepping into the room in an immaculately with a chef form. “Good evening,” she announced, a sly smile playing on her lips. “My name is Chessy, and I’ll be your assistant tonight. Comments, questions, and complaints? Not accepted.” 

Behind her, Martin entered, holding a bottle of wine with an almost angelic smile. “And I, Martin, will be your sommelier this evening. Let’s hope you drink just enough to forget that these two troublemakers roped us into this.” 

Carlos blinked. “Wait. You’re the staff tonight?” 

Chessy shrugged, clearly unfazed by the question. “Mattia, music please.” 

Mattia darted to the corner of the room, hitting play on a small speaker. A soft, romantic ballad filled the space, the melody blending perfectly with the gentle rocking of the yacht. 

“Relax,” Mattia said, his voice brimming with excitement. “Sail through time!” 

“And enjoy the evening,” Matheo added with a dramatic wave of his hand. 

The twins turned to leave, practically skipping out of the room. Y/N and Carlos exchanged hesitant glances, neither daring to speak as the reality of the situation sank in. 

“Well,” Y/N said after a long pause, her voice barely above a whisper. “This is… weird.” 

Carlos groaned, slumping into one of the chairs. “Remind me to ground those two when this is over.” 

But as the soft music played and Martin poured the wine, Carlos couldn’t help but crack a smile. Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad after all.

Chessy watched as the children disappeared from sight, their laughter fading into the distance. She turned to her companions, her brow furrowed. “Have you seen the evil plan?” she asked, her tone suspicious but tinged with humor.

Y/N adjusted the black-colored scarf around her neck, the gesture betraying her nervousness. “Yes, yes,” she muttered, trying to gather her thoughts. “I’m starting to understand what’s happening.”

Carlos glanced around, his eyes landing on a lifebuoy decorated with a familiar name. A flicker of recognition crossed his face. “It’s just like when we first met,” he said softly, his voice carrying a hint of nostalgia. “The boat, the music...”

“The service,” Chessy added with a smirk.

Y/N, ever the romantic, took in the scene with sincere appreciation. “Everything is... very beautiful,” she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper.

Carlos turned to Martin with a playful grin. “Martin, would you please accept a drink?” he asked, gesturing toward the bar.

Martin and chessy shared a knowing smile as they obediently took their drinks. Martin gave Chessy a subtle signal, and the two of them quietly slipped away, leaving Carlos and Y/N alone.

As the soft hum of the waves provided a serene backdrop, Carlos leaned against the balcony of the boat. He hesitated for a moment before confessing, “To be honest, I haven’t been on a boat since that time.”

Y/N joined him at the railing, their shoulders almost brushing. “Me neither,” she admitted, her voice tinged with vulnerability. He avoided Carlos’s gaze, focusing instead on the horizon. But Carlos wasn’t one to shy away. Raising his glass, he proposed, “Well, then, here’s to, uh…”

“Our son,” Y/N interjected quickly, finally meeting Carlos’s eyes.

The sincerity in her voice made Carlos pause, his own glass hovering mid-air. “Our son,” Carlos repeated, clinking his glass against Y/N’s. A small, almost imperceptible smile graced his lips, though it looked more like a grimace born of mixed emotions.

Their moment of connection was abruptly interrupted when Carlos caught sight of their children peeking through the small windows of the cabin doors. As soon as they realized they’d been discovered, the kids ducked out of sight with impressive speed.

Gathering his courage, Carlos turned to face her fully. “Y/N... if we can ever be completely alone, I’d like to talk about what happened between us. Because it ended so quickly.”

Y/N’s expression softened, though a flicker of hesitation lingered. “It started very fast,” she replied, her tone layered with meaning.

Carlos’s signature charming smile returned. “I remember that part very well,” he teased.

Y/N’s lips curved into a small smile, betraying her own memories of their whirlwind beginning.

Meanwhile, Chessy and Martin, who were spying discreetly from a corner, exchanged satisfied glances. “It seems like everything is going well,” Chessy commented, her tone light.

“I think the same,” Martin replied, his eyes still fixed on the couple.

She motioned toward the kitchen. “Come on, we have to serve the appetizers.”

Martin nodded, momentarily flustered by Chessy’s charm. “O-of course,” he stammered, following her.

Back at the table, Y/N and Carlos settled into their seats. Y/N broke the silence first. “So, tell me, Carlos. You’ve done very well in life, haven’t you?” she gestured to the wine bottle. “Your brand is on the rise every day.”

Carlos adjusted his napkin, his expression modest. “And you? I remember your notebooks full of amazing designs. Have you been able to pursue that?”

Y/N smiled, clearly touched that Carlos remembered. “Yes, that’s right. We both fulfilled our dreams, didn’t we?”

Chessy entered with two plates in hand, interrupting the moment. As she set the meals down, Y/N’s mind wandered back to their children. “What are we going to do with them?” she asked, her voice tinged with concern.

Carlos sighed, his fingers tapping against the table. “Well, the two of them have already met. It’ll be impossible to separate them now.”

Y/N pondered for a moment. “I could stay with them for half a year, and you for the other half,” she suggested tentatively.

Chessy, still lingering nearby, shook her head. “Hey... kids can’t go to different schools every year. It wouldn’t make sense.”

Carlos nodded in agreement. “You’re right.”

Y/N’s brow furrowed as she tried to come up with a solution. “Well, I could take them for a full year, and you the next?”

Chessy’s disapproval was evident. “Still not a great idea,” she said bluntly.

Carlos glanced at her, then back at Y/N. Realizing the tension, Chessy quickly excused herself. “Oh... sorry, I’m leaving.”

Y/N couldn't help but let a soft chuckle escape, amused by the small slip-up that had just happened. It was one of those moments that lightened the tension, if only briefly.

"Anyway," Carlos began, attempting to steer the conversation back on track, "that’s why we had our previous agreement."

Y/N raised a skeptical eyebrow, her expression equal parts curious and doubtful. "Really? I thought it was because... well, because we didn’t want to be together anymore."

Carlos shifted in his seat, biting his lip as though the memory still stung. "No," he admitted quietly, "it wasn’t both of us."

Y/N leaned back slightly, folding her arms in front of him. "Well," she said, her voice laced with a mix of reflection and mild defensiveness, "that part has gotten a little fuzzy over the years."

Carlos tilted his head, as if deciding how much to push. "Do you remember the day you packed your things?" he asked, his tone gentle but probing.

Y/N hesitated, her brow furrowing in thought. "Yes... but I don’t remember everything about it. I think I hurt you with something I did... that was..." She trailed off, struggling to grasp the specifics.

Carlos’ lips quirked into a bittersweet smile as he helped jog Y/N’ memory. "You threw a plant at me," he reminded her.

Y/N’ cheeks flushed with embarrassment as she let out a self-conscious laugh. "True," she admitted, rubbing her dress. The memory, though distant, still carried a pang of awkwardness.

Carlos leaned forward slightly, his voice softening as he tried to tread carefully. "Y/N, maybe we’ll never have the chance to truly be alone, but I’d really like to talk about what happened between us. Honestly."

Y/N’ gaze sharpened as she rested her chin on her folded hands, giving Carlos her full attention. There was a weight to the air between them, a vulnerability they’d both spent years avoiding.

"Why did you do it?" Carlos asked suddenly, his voice quieter but filled with curiosity and an edge of hurt.

Y/N took a deep breath, the words slow to form. "Ah... Carlos, we were young. We didn’t know what we were doing. We said stupid things. I packed everything, got on the first plane, and left." Her voice wavered slightly as she finally dared to meet Carlos’ eyes, her smile fragile. "And... you didn’t come after me."

Carlos froze, caught off guard by the directness of Y/N’ words. "I didn’t think you wanted me to follow you," he admitted after a pause, his voice tinged with regret.

Y/N wrinkled her nose slightly at the response, a bitter half-smile playing on her lips. "Well, that doesn’t matter anymore," she said, brushing off the lingering ache with practiced ease. "What matters now is figuring this out for our children."

Carlos sighed deeply, the tension between them palpable. "Yes," he agreed, though his voice lacked conviction. " for their sake, we need to figure this out." He broke eye contact, focusing instead on finishing his drink as though it could wash away the uncomfortable emotions.

Y/N noticed the subtle shift in Carlos’ demeanor, the way his shoulders tightened ever so slightly. To distract herself from the growing heaviness in the room, Y/N picked up her spoon and took a small sip of her soup. It was more out of habit than hunger, but it gave her something to do as the silence stretched on, thick and unyielding.

*****

Y/N and Carlos stood at the hotel’s front desk, sorting through their paperwork to finalize the check-out process. Both of them were an odd mix of calm efficiency and subtle tension, their movements synchronized from years of parenting together, yet their silence spoke volumes.

“Mrs. Y/LN, everything is ready,” Martin, her butler, announced, handing Y/N their neatly stacked passports.

Y/N gave him a grateful smile. “Thank you, Martin. Do you know if Mattia is ready?”

Martin nodded. “I just called him. He shouldn’t be long coming down.”

Satisfied, Y/N turned back to her half-packed suitcase. Without looking at Carlos, she spoke in a measured tone. “So... Mattia will spend Christmas with you.”

Carlos didn’t miss a beat. “And Matheo will spend Easter with you,” he replied smoothly.

Their eyes met briefly, each weighing unspoken words that hovered between them. But before either could say anything more, the soft chime of the elevator broke the moment. Turning toward the sound, they saw their twin sons step out. Y/N and Carlos instantly froze—the boys were dressed identically in pink shirts.

“Mattia, what are you doing dressed like that?” Y/N asked, her voice tinged with confusion and mild annoyance. “We’re leaving for London. You need to change.”

One of the twins crossed his arms, a smug smile playing on his face. “Here’s the thing, Mom. We’ve been talking, and we think we’re being fooled.”

Carlos raised an eyebrow. “Fooled? By who?”

The other twin stepped forward, matching his brother’s stance. “By you and mom. You promised us summer camp. We want to go… together.”

Y/N exchanged a baffled glance with Carlos. “What camp?” Carlos finally asked.

“The one we always go to before school starts,” the first twin clarified, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

Y/N took a deep breath, her patience already wearing thin. “Mattia, this is ridiculous. Go upstairs and change. We’re leaving.”

“Are you sure I’m Mattia?” the boy countered, tilting his head innocently.

Y/N shot him a sharp look. “Of course, I’m sure.”

The other twin piped up, a mischievous glint in his eye. “But it’s hard to be 100% sure, isn’t it?”

Both boys grinned, clearly enjoying the chaos they were causing.

Carlos pinched the bridge of his nose. “Kids, this isn’t funny. You’re going to make your mom miss her plane.”

Y/N’s frustration bubbled over. “Mattia!” she snapped.

“Yes?” both boys answered in perfect unison.

Carlos squatted slightly to their eye level, seeing them carefully. After a moment, he pointed to the boy on his right. “You’re Matheo. I’m not mistaken.”

The boy smirked. “Are you sure, Dad? Because it wouldn’t be a good idea to send the wrong child to London again.”

Carlos hesitated, his confidence faltering. He stepped back with a resigned sigh. Y/N threw him an exasperated look, silently pleading for backup, but Carlos simply shrugged, powerless against their twins’ well-executed plan.

“Alright, I have a proposal,” one of the twins declared, stepping forward as if he were brokering a business deal. “Let’s go to Dad’s house, pack everything, and the four of us will go camping together.”

Y/N blinked, completely thrown off. “The four of us?”

“Exactly,” the other twin chimed in. “And when we get back, we’ll tell you who’s Mattia and who’s Matheo.”

Y/N crossed her arms, his patience hanging by a thread. “You’ll do as you’re told. One of you is coming back to London with me, whether you like it or not.” Her voice warned them in an angry mother tone, but the twins were unfazed.

Both boys grinned again, clearly enjoying the chaos they had unleashed. Y/N turned to Carlos, desperate. “You’re their dad! Do something!”

Carlos scratched the back of his neck, suppressing a laugh. “To be fair, this is kind of genius.”

Y/N groaned. “Not helping.”

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[qoldenskies]

things are getting so dire at home financially at the moment that my mom had to open a gofundme to get my little brother a bed because she's been sleeping on a mattress on the floor for so long now, and i am like heavily considering sharing it here despite my general fear of asking for money and the fact that it does kind of doxx me 😭😭 would any of yall be interested in providing support

[cherubimcore]

golden bars, fragile hearts

pairing: caracalla x reader

author's note: i have been working on this fic for a while but lately everything i write i kind of hate, i'm editing this so much i'm getting insane (also college doesn't help) so i decided to finally post it or this fic would stay on my drafts forever 😭

this is part 1!

the sun blazed down on the colosseum, the bloodstained sand reflecting its golden light making

the day feel more heated than anticipated, you remembered hearing on your way to the amphitheater that this was one of the hottest days of the year, that statement felt quite right as you walked the busy streets, sweat dripping from your nose wishing you had drank a glass of water before leaving your house, but your thoughts were elsewhere completely when you stepped outside. you would think that the heat would be a hindrance for the festivities that the people of rome looked forward to, but somehow that didn’t mattered, it didn't mattered for the bloodthirsty emperors, caracalla and geta, the infamous twins, that loved violence and brutality more than the people they should rule and it also didn't mattered for the crowd, the thought of seeing a gladiator fight was worth passing out from heat stroke, apparently.

you could hear their roar, a mix of jeers and cheers that echoed off the stone walls, from your seat you stood frozen hearing their excitement, your heart pounding against your ribs waiting for the moment your father would step into the arena.

you had promised yourself you wouldn’t go, your father made you promise when the praetorian guards came at your door saying the emperors demanded that the man that had won his freedom many years ago would fight again one last time to prove his worth.

when they utter those words you were the one that wanted to fight, fight the guards, fight the emperors and protect the only family you had left, but before you could deliver any profanity, your father lowered his head and expressed how honorable he was to entertain the people of rome once again.

he looked back at you with teary eyes, taking in the simple yet comforting house he was living in even before you were born, the one he worked so hard to build after he bought his freedom killing others just like him, spoils of war, it was poetic really, he thought, his life began as a gladiator and would end as a gladiator, a little chuckle left his lips, the gods really did worked in mysterious ways.

while you tried to come to terms with his decision, your father kissed your forehead lovingly and made you promise you wouldn’t watch before being taken by the praetorian guards.

and you agreed.

but now you were going against your dad’s dying wish.

your jaw tightened as you stood among the roaring crowd, people chanting and cheering for the gladiators, cheers that were as empty as the promises of rome’s twin emperors.

caracalla and geta ruled not through love or respect, but through terror and empty entertainment. the streets of rome were restless, simmering with rebellion that never seemed to fade completely. just weeks ago, riots had broken out in the forum, citizens torching statues of the emperors while shouting for justice. but now, here they were, packed into the colosseum, their rage momentarily silenced by the lure for bloodshed.

‘panem et circenses’ you thought bitterly, watching how easily the crowd forgot their oppression, the chants growing louder as a gladiator fell to his knees ‘bread and circuses are all it takes to dull their anger for a few hours’

but when the games ended and the blood was washed from the sand, the discontent would return. the people would rebel again - you were sure of it - because no amount of free grain or violent spectacles could suppress the desperation in their hearts.

you hoped the emperors were afraid for their heads because sooner or later the act of depredating their statues won’t be enough.

rome was a city on the edge, and your father was about to become its next distraction.

that was the first thought that crossed your mind while you saw your father walk towards the middle of the coliseum.

his gait was uneven, his shoulders hunched - not from cowardice but from the toll of age. the once-celebrated gladiator, who had won his freedom fairly, was now back at being paraded as nothing more than a relic for the crowd’s amusement.

he held his sword steady while raising it to salute the emperor’s box, but you could see the way his hand trembled. your father’s movements were slower than they once had been, but his pride remained unbroken.

your heart clenched. this wasn’t a fight - it was a death sentence.

the announcer’s voice boomed across the arena “behold! a veteran of rome’s might, returning for one last dance with death! will he rise as a lion, or fall as prey?”

the gates on the opposite side of the arena open, and a younger, stronger gladiator stepped forward, his muscles gleaming with sweat, his expression cold and unyielding.

you couldn’t let this happen.

you ran from your seating, hearing people behind you screaming to take your place closer to the bloodshed, pushing past every guard that standed if front of you especially the guards who blocked the lower level of the arena, you ignored their shouts and protests, they couldn’t catch you, too surprised to see someone run towards the arena of the colosseum, instead of run from it. every step felt heavier than the last as your decision bore down on you.

but you didn’t stop.

the sand was hot under your feet and your clothes were sticking on your skin as you stumbled onto the arena floor, drawing the collective gasp of the audience.

your father dropped his sword as his head snapped toward you, his eyes wide with panic.

“get out of here!” he shouted.

but you didn’t listen. you ran to him, your heart hammering in your chest, and threw yourself in front of him, spreading your arms wide as a shield.

the younger gladiator paused mid-step, his brow furrowing in confusion.

the crowd erupted in chaos, excited with something they had never seen before, someone willing to protect a gladiator from their deathbed.

high above, the emperor’s box stirred. you felt their gazes on you, your breath quickening showing your nervousness for having the attention of the infamous rulers of rome on you, but you didn’t back down and stared right back at them in defiance.

caracalla, one of the twin emperors, rose from his seat, the ornate red fabric of his toga trailing behind him as he stepped to the edge of the balcony.

“what is the meaning of this?” he demanded, his voice sharp enough to cut through the noise.

you almost didn’t listen to his words because of your own heart pounding heavily on your rib cage making you nauseous, for a moment you were sure you would pass out.

you ignored the nausea building up and the tremors in your limbs, looking up to the emperors with a steady voice, despite the fear you were feeling, you managed to say “i’m here… to take his place!”

a murmur rippled through the crowd. your father grabbed your arm, his grip strong despite his weakened state. “what are you doing?” he hissed.

without turning to him, you said loud enough for everyone in the colosseum to hear. “i won’t let them kill you!”

caracalla’s piercing gaze locked onto yours seeing determination on them, his expression went from furious to amused in a matter of seconds. “this is… unexpected,” he said, his tone laced with mockery “tell me then, what makes you think you’re in a position to bargain with me?”

“i’m not here to bargain,” you said, raising your chin, your voice cracking a little when you heard your father behind you, pleading with the other gladiator to get you out of there “i’m here… to offer myself. you want a spectacle, don’t you? my father is an old man - he’s no longer fit to fight. there’s no honor in his death. but me?” you gestured to yourself, your voice rising. “i’m young, untrained and foolish enough to face whatever fate you decide, i’m sure that’s far more entertaining than this.”

emperor geta, seated beside caracalla, chuckled “they have a point, brother, he doesn’t look like the legend we heard so much about” his fingers tapped the rim of his wine cup. “besides… they have spirit. i’ll give them that”

caracalla’s eyes narrowed as he studied you, his expression unreadable. the silence stretched, the weight of his decision hanging over the arena, like a storm cloud.

“bring them to me,” he commanded.

the guards dragged you up the steps to the emperor’s box, their grip firm on your arms to the point of bruising. you stumbled to your knees before caracalla, his imposing frame over you as he stepped closer.

you had heard so much about both emperors, how cruel and unhinged they were, how their reign would be marked in history by decadence, cruelty and chaos, a spectacle of blood and tyranny.

geta was the one everyone thought about when the matter was diplomacy, for he had a talent for weaving words as deftly as a spider spins its web. his voice, always calm and measured, could diffuse tensions or spark them, depending on what suited his ambitions.

geta could be terrible, but to you caracalla was far worse.

a man consumed by his appetites - for control, for blood, for the fleeting thrill of domination. his wrath was as unpredictable as it was unrelenting, unlike his brother, caracalla acted impulsively, driven by bursts of rage, if he felt insulted in the slightest- the emperor would order a village razed.

or several.

you considered him a monster.

a beast.

and nothing could change that.

“you would trade your life for his?” caracalla asked, his voice low and dangerous.

“yes,” you said without hesitation, lifting your gaze to meet his. “my father has served rome for long enough, let him go and take me instead”

“and what makes you think your life is worth more than his?”

“it isn’t” you answered honestly “but i’m still young enough to be at your service, i’ll do anything if you leave him alone”

“anything, you say?” caracalla’s lips curled into a faint smirk “even entertaining me?”

you shivered with the implied meaning of his question, but remained silent.

geta leaned forward, his interest piqued.

“perhaps we should keep them, they're a bold one, brother”

caracalla regarded you for a moment longer, his cold calculating eyes searching yours. then with a sharp nod, he gestured to the guards.

“release the old man, you are going to stay”

your father’s protests echoed beneath you as he was dragged from the arena, but you didn’t look back.

“welcome to your new life,” caracalla said, his voice dripping with mockery. “let’s see if your spirit lasts as long as your courage.”

the emperor barely had finished his sentence when you felt the guard’s ironclad hands gripping your arms once again with a force that left no room for argument, you could feel caracalla’s cold eyes following your every move as you were dragged from the arena, his lips curving into a smirk as though he has claimed a prize rather than a person.

please leave a like or a comment about what you guys are thinking about this fic! i'm kind of insecure with this one :(

[venuslarkspur]

Could we get one explanation on how batsis charmed her Flings and how long they lasted or is she like Bruce. Like she can look at them and they fold

Okay I love this question and I’m here to explain 🫶

How Batsis charms her flings and how long her situationship lasted with some of them 💗

Warning: Paparazzi are low-key kind of crazy in this, mild nsfw, panic attacks, some insecurity for some characters, mentions of addiction.

Characters (paired with Batsis): Wally West, Roy Harper, Zatanna Zatara, John Constantine, Diana Prince, Hal Jordan, John Stewart.

Note: MY EXAMS ARE OVER I CAN FINALLY POST AGAIN <3 NOT PROOF READ

The Batsis Charm

- Okay so I always pictured Batsis as taking after Bruce, she turns on the Wayne family charm and deadly assassins fold. She adds some flirting and keeps up appearance, she isn’t afraid to dress alternatively either her style is ever changing.

- When Bruce first introduced her to the Justice League she was fresh out of university (pretty and clever!), she immediately enchants most of them in more ways than one.

Wally West

- These two together are a bit different, I think they both dated when they very young; teenagers. Very much puppy love.

- very healthy relationship despite how random it was, you only met through Dick. He had trouble accepting you both but did accept it.

- Very typical teenage dates like: the movies, the park, bowling etc.

- Batsis had faceless pics of them posted all over her socials.

- More Batsis coming round his for dinner then him coming to her.

- The relationship neves goes past kissing, had lots good times together though.

- The only way I see this ending is Wally struggles to be in the public eye so much with his gf, he wonders how Batsis has handled it.

- Everyone and their grandma know about this breakup when it happened, but overall ended on a good note.

Roy Harper

- These two are “she fell first but he fell harder” coded, they meet when they are both teenagers. Roy is a tiny bit older (1-2 years), starts off as unrequited love but also not really?! Batsis always loved him, these two faced the most challenges out of any of her relationships. 

- These two get more romantic as they get older (roy realising he’s got something good with this girl), Roy gets plenty threats from Jason on the daily.

- When it comes to Lian, Batsis went from dad’s friend to babysitter to stepmom to just mom. Roy remembers when Lian was very young and you just left after babysitting and he just tucked her in; he’s ready to leave for bed before Lian asks “is mommy coming again tomorrow?” His heart breaks when he realises she sees you as her mom.

- right people wrong time coded.

- Talks of giving Lian a sibling one day 💕🫶

Zatanna Zatara

- these two are the besties and or gfs forever!!

- Batsis attends all her magic shows, sometimes even becomes her assistant.

- Lots of pda, you smother her and she smothers you a lot as well.

- The media know all about you two, it’s a challenge to get away from them for a day.

- Slightly jealous type but won’t admit it, especially if one of your exes message you while you’re having one of your dates with her.

- Everyone at the JL knows they are together, whether they knew batsis liked girls or not they are surprised when you guys go public.

- Lots of Halloween couple costumes together, like magician + bunny, matching witch costumes, princess + genie, etc..

- Watch each other do your makeup, sometimes she does yours and you do hers. You brush her hair after all her magic shows.

- I love these two <3

John Constantine

- These two met by mistake, it started off as a random hookup; John didn’t even know you were the Batman’s daughter.

- When it gets revealed he makes so many comments, like “don’t want me to be your future son in law Batsy?” Shit like that.

- If you do start dating everyone would be shocked, let’s be honest these two were the most random couple ever.

- He just enjoys his time with you because he knows the day will come when you two break up so he’s just making the most of it.

- Rlly insecure no matter how serious you two get, you could be moved in together with a pet and he’d still ask “so you like me?”

- you cook him breakfast tbh, sometimes he cooks for you but you prefer to do it.

- These two are freaky asf. No more words necessary.

- You try and compare hand sizes and take pictures of you together.

- Not my favourite pairing but I still love them.

Diana Prince

- You’ve always admired her since Bruce first introduced you.

- She was the most radiant woman you’d ever seen, you fell HARD.

- Definitely Batsis’s bi/pan awakening, you’ve been chasing after her since your first day at the JL headquarters, everyone knows it.

- You’ve been on a few dates and you two regularly flirt.

- Lots of jokes (or not) about her whisking you away to Themyscira and staying there <3

- Media loves you both as well, despite the debate on whether or not you’re dating.

- The definition of “what are we?” You wonder if she’s just playing with you sometimes.

- You still respond to all her calls even if you’re on a date with someone else, she was literally all you ever wanted in your early days.

- The batfam approves of you two together 🫶

Hal Jordan

- Oh boy..these two are one of my faves.

- This relationship starts off sort of toxic?? You only hooked up with him the first time because you were mad at Bruce, AND YOUR FATHER WAS MAD.

- After he does his slut walk out of Wayne manor (in front of your brothers, sister, dad, and grandfather figure mind you) he asks when you two can meet again.

- You don’t keep things professional at headquarters so why should he? So there’s plenty of instances where his eyes wander too long over you, or when you undress him with your eyes at a meeting.

- Bruce doesn’t like it one bit, it’s actually a pregnancy scare that brings you and him together. Even though you found out your period was just late you could still be was slightly disappointed in you not being pregnant. You notice this and don’t bring it up, just invite him out for dinner sometime.

- Batsis the type of woman to pay the bill after he insists “he’s got this.”, yeah he left his wallet at home.

- If you’re moody at headquarters, he would definitely ask you if you’ve “had your period yet?” And he’s met with a firm slap on the head, from you and Dinah.

- These two are such sillies, Bruce isn’t happy, your brothers aren’t happy, but you’re happy. So who even really cares?

John Stewart

- This is the ex bf Batsis still cries over, I don’t wanna spoil anything for my newest fic but these two nearly got married definitely. And Batsis left him at the altar.

- You two end because he decided he can’t be with someone who doesn’t know what they want. Yeah he is the one who made you realise you need to take some to reflect. You just wanted him.

- Hal Jordan literally cried when he found out you two were now a thing.

- Nobody made you feel loved, if you had a spending addiction, HE got you through it.

- Bruce trusts him, his “no dating my colleagues” rule, doesn’t apply to this man because he’s witnessed how much happier you were.

- The only mildly concerning thing was the fact you could NOT shut up about him, it’s always “John” this and “John!” That, your family are genuinely sick of hearing about your amazing love life.

- Keeps you out the media’s eye if you’re not feeling up to any paparazzi that day. He just holds your hand and keeps you next to him.

- If you ever have a panic attack because of any of the paparazzi, he will take you into a secluded spot and just place kisses on top of your head and keep you firmly pressed against him, whilst reminding you “you’re safe.”

- You had no idea what you lost. And that’s why you still cry over him.

[impish-baby]

Another question! Okay sorry lol I have another question for the both arms cradle you now fic again! So when you answered my previous ask about our step mother and our step siblings I remember in one of the parts you mentioned that their where more siblings like our dad and step mom had more kids or am I wrong? If I am you don’t have to answer this ask! I was also wondering more about the neglect why did they now realize what they put reader/us through? What triggered their yandere behavior sorry for my so many asks! I just love your blog! Have a good day! And drink water and get lots of sleep!

You are right, I did write that! Thing is at the time I was still unsure of who all I was adding to the story as well as the timeline of events :p so reader now officially has two older stepsiblings and a younger half brother!

Reader was fourteen when they finally gave up on their dad, and moved away with their mom shortly after. They didn't want any contact with anyone from Damien's side of the familly, so the Christmas party is everyone's first time seeing them in years. (Four, since reader is eighteen currently in the series)

The first year reader was gone was a shitshow to say the least

Going no contact with everyone was abrupt, especially since the family as a whole was tight-knit. Paul eventually got a hold of reader's mom (she was ignoring Damien) and got a simple explanation that basically boiled down to 'ask your son and his step kids'

Lizzie is already in boiling water at this point since everyone was freaking out about reader being gone all of a sudden, so when she gets set down for some answers she immediately bursts into tears and confesses (miles is also in trouble, and he quietly confirms and admits his part of things)

After everything is out in the open, Damien is having a crisis. He's also sobbing now because he realizes that not only has he been a shitty dad and lost his kid, but you've been through so much (his baby, oh god, his baby..)

Paul has to leave so he doesn't just yell at them all for hours, but makes sure they know that they aren't allowed in his home for the foreseeable future (you can see that he's still really cold to Damien in 'villian and violent')

You know the saying absence makes the heart grow fonder? Dial that up to the extreme.

Everybody misses reader dearly (besides the step sibs at first), there's always a hope that there will be a phone call, a text, something, but it never comes.

Longing and longing and longing starts to turn into something different, because when reader is back (and they will be) what's stopping you from leaving again? Familly is important, even if you were wronged, how do they show you that you need them?

[romanscoming]

“..fuc- .. might just marry you all over again mama ..”

HUSBAND!DAD!SEONG GI-HUN [ PLAYER 456 ] x WIFE!MOMMY!BLACK!READER FLUFF - SMUT

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A/N - I AM SO UPSET ION SEE ANY FANFIC ABOUT SEONG GI-HUN THE CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT, HES THE STAR OF THE SHOW ND NOW THE MOST UNDERRATED IT BREAKS MY HEARTTT .

SUMMARY - family days are always fun, but the more and more gi-hung watches you with you guys firstborn, he wonders what itd be like when you guys have more little ones .. howd you look pregnant again,, he wonders and imagines it, but what if—he convinces his sweet babydoll toddler to tell u so he can get you pregnant on her behalf and not his owns .

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[ started off all wholesome ], daughter is named after sae-byeok, creampie, babymaking, no protection, raw, pussy praising, soft!gi-hun, cubbycuvy!reader, body worship, breastfeeding, kissing, baby talk, skin to skin,

GI-HUN SMILED BRIGHTLY OVER AT YOU AS YOU WHERE PLAYING IN THE GRASS WITH THE LITTLE 1 1/2 YEAR OLD … your daughter had on her adorable red plaid dress with her pigtails and mini red bows; sae looked of a mixture of you and gi-hun, but she was the more adorable baby youd both had seen .

you laughed at your little girl before turning to see gi-hun staring .. “gi-hun, can you get my camera please !”

he nodded with a small smile, before going into the diaper bag and grabbing your camera, sneaking a couple of pictures of you by yourself, and some of you and sae .

gi-hun couldda be more happier—he’d miss ga-yeong a lot, but hardly seen her since her mother moved her to America .. but now he had you—and sae you guys sweet babygirl .

you intended that you wanted sae and ga-yeong to meet, but her mother would always denied, but youd always get gi-hun to facetime her just so she can see the baby, and every single time youd promise theyd see each other in person one day .

and boy was ga-yeong hopes was up .

but seeing you interact with both, sae and ga-yeong bought so much joy to gi-hun, his imagination started to run wild as he started to wonder if youd have more of his children—and by more a lot more .

and it wasnt just the idea of more children it was the concept of you being pregnant all over again that made him see stars .

all round and swollen so fragile but so delicate .

he even liked how dedicated you were for him to do things for you—like massages, butt rubs, belly rubs .. you were more touchy then usual and he loved that .

but he rlly liked seeing you sleep holding your belly, the way you would stand cradling your unborn child—seeing you in bodycon dresses all round—oh and ur breast—so full .. the things he’d do to get you all clingy to him and pregnant again was absolutely insane .

di-hun snapped out of thought as he heard the babbling and a shout from your voice ..

“no-no give me—you take sae” you said as carried the tiny human on your hip giving her to gi-hun and taking the camera “say cheeseeee my loves”

gi-hun laughed and smiled before tickling the infant getting her to giggle as well .

you snapped a couple of pictures of them, smiling happily, moving to get slower to them, getting into the camera frame you snapped pictures of all 3 of you with big smiles and some of you and gi-hun kissing opposite sides of sae’s face .

gihun took the camera sitting onto the little picnic blanket snapping more pictures as you sat down with a smiley baby in your lap .

“these pictures are so beautiful—i love them” you smiled at his word humming to yourself .

“i lowve youuu !” mumbled the little sae, you smiled and kissed her cheek as you rubbed your noses together and letting your foreheads touch .

“i love youuuu babydoll .” you whispered .

gi-hun snapped a picture of you guys before poking at the infant, “what about your papa—hm ?”

she jumped into his hands as you laughed and dusted off your skirt before getting up to your feet .

“i looowve youuu too papa .. i prwomise !” gi-hun smiled and hugged her tightly before kissing her forehead, “papa loves you so much more—to the moon and back”

you smiled watching them from afar, turning back around to see the beach waves hit the shore.

“want to play in the water for a little before we go home sae ?” she nodded at your question bouncing in her papa’s lap as he smiled .

gi-hun had her pretty occupied so, you quickly grabbed some things out the diaper bag nd took your ponytail out letting your curls bounce freely,, before heading out to the shore, as the dark headed male followed with the little one in his arms, babbling around the sky, the grass and the water .

you were a couple of feet ahead when gi-hun started to tickle sae, the giggles of your little girl bought joy to your face, he spun her around watching her with adoration in his eyes, he looked forward and looks at you with a bright smile, you happily return it before starting to walking again .

he looked back at sae and smiled at her, “you see that most gorgeous woman over there ?” he whispered loudly on purpose .

“mommy ?? papa ?” sae questioned with a giggle, “yes—shh-shh before she hears .. i have a secret but you cant tell,, pinky promise !”

he held out his pink and she wraps her tiny chubby finger around his—“pinky promise!” she beamed with a joyful smile .

gi-hun chuckled at the little girl curiosity “i have a big fat crush on her ..” he whisper yell smiling knowing you can hear him, “dont tell her thought—you promise !” he remined sae as she clapped her hands together shaking her head .

once he placed her down into the sand, she laughed and giggled running over to you pulling at your skirt and lifting her little chubby arms up for you to pick her up, “hii my little doll.”

“mommy—mommy papa has a crush on you” she reveals loudly giggling her butt off, “ohh—wow wanna know another secret ?” you asked her as you look over at gi-hun shaking your head with a grin on your face .

he shrugged his shoulders while laughing, sae pulled at your blouse shaking her head yes to get your attention, “i have a crush on him as well—dont tell him !” as you whispered yelled to her, knowing gi-hun was listening as well .

quickly as you place the infant into the sand she ran fast to her papa—right to tell him the secret youd just told him .

both of the laughed at the small girl, she was such a bundle of joy, gi-hun could help himself but to want more—a lot more .

sae was now around gi-huns back as they came up to you from behind, “I love you, my love.” gi-hun whispered in your ear secretly placing his hands over your belly cupping it .

“I love you more gi-hun,” you smiled placing your hand over his while letting your head fall into his chest .

you guys stayed in the position for a while, rocking back and forth, you started to doze off only for gi-hun to pick you up in one arm and hold sae in the other .

“home! hooome !” sae yelled in a cheer .

gi-hun put a finger over his lips to shh her and point over to you as you were sleeping, sae nodded and laid her head onto his shoulders shushing u to sleep like you were awake .

once makes it to the car, gi-hun placed sae on the ground, helping you into the car as he kissed your forehead and you whined for more, “mmm—“

you were cut off with his lips touching yours, he cupped your face before pulling away letting his forehead rest against your .

finally closing the car door, he went to the back seat and buckled sae into her seatbelt and kissing her forhead as he quietly giggles and smiled at him .

gi-hun smiled back at the little bitty girl before whispering, “sae—how would you feel about a little baby brother or sister ?”

she gave gi-hun a questionable look before tapping her finger on her chin and babbling about which one she wanted .

“boaf—papa both.”

gi-hun smirked to himself nodding before putting his finger on his lip once again “it’ll be a birthday gift”

. . .

making it home, gi-hun got sae out the car and onto his side as he opened your car door and slightly shook you awake, “cmon mama, lets get you inside .”

you walked on side of gi-hun holding onto him as you were still half asleep, “gi-hun, lets bath together, okay ?” he hummed in return .

once everyone was inside of the house, gi-hun ran sae some bath water before help you in your sleepy stage up the stages to your shared bedroom .

“dont leave me—“ gi-hun shushes you, “shh—mama ill be right back, i promise .”

“dont take long.. please” you whined frowning, gi-hun smiled at your clinginess and smirk to himself, “no longer then 15 minutes my love .”

once gi-hun came back to the room, you were almost drifted off into a deep sleep, kissing all around your face until you push him away—with a whine .

“cmon doll,” you whined once again before rising up your hands, and gi-hun happily picked you up .

sitting you onto the cold bathroom counter, you whined again for the 3rd time still holding onto gi-hun .

“so whiny mama, whats up with that.” he questioned, with a playful frown .

you looked up at him when teary eyes, “i want you to hold me—gi-hun please”

he sighed before kissing the tears in your eyes away, and leaving peppermint kisses all over your face, then started to take off your crop top cardigan, and pull down your loose dress letting it form a pool at the bottom of your feet, “i gotchu mama, lets get these clothes off first .”

gi-hun would be lying if he said it didnt enjoy this, you acting so similar to how you did a couple of years ago while pregnant, he was loving it, fantasizing about it.

he left you on the corner as he quickly turn on the shower, then placed himself right back between your legs, slowly unbuttoning his shirt as you watched him very closely .

soft low moans left out of your mouth as you finally look up to see gi-hun already staring into your eyes, “kiss—kiss me-“ he smashed his lips onto yours in a heart beat, your hands pushing his shirt off all the way as it fell to the marvel floor .

the kiss got more heated by the second, youd started to unbuckle his belt, unzip his pants and let he fall to the floor while he stepped out of them and close to you, pressing your clothed pussy against your clothed cock—feeling each others aura.

finally pulling away for air, you both stayed in place foreheads touching as he breathed in the air you breathe out .

gi-hun kissed the side of your face before trailing his hands down your neck to cup your big breast before he moved to your back to unclip your bra, letting your breast fall before he could catch them .

gi-hun’s kissing moved from the side of your face to your jaw, neck and into small pecks around your breast before his hand got to your waist .. as he played with your panties line .

you moaned as you held onto his shoulders, throwing you head back a little as you lift your bottom half up to let home slide your panties off .

gi-hun laughed to himself before dropping to his knees and kissing your thighs close to your dripping cunt .

you whined as he stood back up and moved away from you, dropping his boxers to the floor as his cock bounce and slapped his chest reaching his navel .

your eyes rolled as you watched, and he kept his eyes you closely .

locking eye contact, gi-hun cupped your face before kissing your lips once again, while picking you up from the counter and bring you into the shower with him.

letting each other go, you walked into the falling water letting it drip down your body and fall to the shower floor .

smiling to yourself as you felt his hands wrap around your waist once again, bringing you closer to him .

his cock twitched as your ass brushed against him .

“fuckk—i missed you—i miss this.” gi-hun moaned in your ear as he rubbed around your body .

you took a deep breath before laying your head onto his shoulder, humming at his words and his touch .

kissing trailing down your neck from behind, he left small hickeys and soft slopping kissing to your shoulders . His hands sliding up from ur waist to your belly as it cups it .. “sae—i asked sae what she rlly wanted for her birthday..” he started .

you mumbled a small ‘hm?’ and he continued, “she said she wants a brother and a sister—“ he laughed to himself sending your shivers .. “i told her, i’ll make sure to tell mommy.”

you turned to gi-hun, “both ?” he nodded with a cheeky smile, “in her words, ‘boaf, papa both !’” he laughed before kissing you .

gi-hun picked you up, wrapping his arms around your waist as you wrapped your legs around his back .

more water falling down both of your backs crashing into the ground .

you pussy clenched around nothing, hungrily for his cock, you whined “please..”

gi-hun kissing you again as one of his hands fell to your wet clit, rubbing it gently .

you bit his lip, moaning into his now open mouth .

gi-hun buried his head into your neck sloppy kisses and groaned from him as he rubbed his fingers against your clit faster, his other hand moved to your ass, squeezing and gripping onto it as you threw your head back against the glass wall .

gi-hun lined his cock with your pussy before moved to get a better view of your face, “look at me mama ..”

you whined before opening your eyes to see gi-hun looking back at your with a soft smile . he pushed into your pussy slowly grunting .

you eyes rolled back as you moaned out his name, “yes mama .. gonna give sae a sibling huh, arent we baby ?”

as you opened your mouth to reply, he thrusted harder, the feeling of his dick deep inside of you was deniable, he lift your head up as you nodded before leaning into you as your lips finally touched again .

pulling away his thrusts became sloppy , your pussy tighten around his cock, “soo close paa—please”

gi-hun nodded with a smile, before moving his finger to your clit rubbing it quickly wanting your to release on his cock, “cmon mama, let go for me.”

your orgasm was so beautiful gi-hun came inside of your just from the view, your body trembling in his arms, gi-hun kept pounding into your abused cunt, cock twitching as more and more of his load filled you up to the brim .

he bought his fingers open to his mouth as he locked eyes with you once again and sucked them coating his fingers with your juices and his saliva, before pulling his digits out and watched as your mouth fell open without an order, he smirked and placed his fingers into your mouth as you sucked them dry now .

“you did so good mama, but ion think it was enough for 2 baby—dontcha think ?”

you nodded as your head fell back again as he sped up his thrusts once again, you were panting gi-hun held onto tightly as he started to slide to the floor of the shower,, now sitting he gave you a look that made you take action .

you held onto his shoulder as you started to slowly bounce up and down on his cock—gi-hun is watched as his dick appeared and disappeared into your tight dripping cunt .

staying still inside of you was difficult when all he wanted to do was take you all damn day—his head was back into your neck inhaling your scent, embracing your touch as he held onto your waist helping you bounce up and down .

“Mmhh—Aaah~ giiii-hun !! paaaa please—“ you moaned out his name and whined, “aghhh~ canttt hold it .”

“shh—mama i knoow ugh—cmon cmon.” gi-hun grunted against your neck as he flipped you guys over with you underneath him,

pushing your legs over his shoulders getting you into a missionary position, giving him more excess inside of you “soo-sooo-ss-deep paa ..” you moaned in his chest

you can feel every inch of him inside of you, the head of his cock brushing against your cervix, with every thrust he bought upon you .

he shifts and gripped upon your hip tightly pulling you closer as he fell in deeper .

“fff-fuckk .. might just marry you all over again mama ..” he laughed as you whimpered .

gi-hun couldnt take it anymore, he was stuffing himself balls deep into you as his dick twitched in your cunt as you moaned louder as you tighten around him .

“ahh-h,, fuuuc-your pussy feels’ so goooodd mama” he couldn’t control himself anymore, he held onto your legs pushing himself deeper and deeper inside thrusting like crazy, “your gonna take it all hm ? right doll— gonna grant our baby girl her wishes of a brother and a sister ?”

your faced warmed at his words, but you quickly nodded your head moaning out a small ‘yes a million times yes .. i promise !’

gi-hun kissed your forehead before looking down at where you bother were connected, looking at all the water droplets mix with sweat against both of your bodies, you smiled at him, “cum—aguhh~ cum with me please,”

cupping his faces as he nodding telling his forehead fall to your as he thrusted increased once again as you tighten your pussy against his dick; keeping eye contact as you both started panting .

“gonna—ah-mmh gonna cum in this pussy mama”

“yess—pleasahh~ pleaseee paa .”

locking eye contact again, you blinking sleepily at him as he nods to you as you squeezed his cock in place of your cunt, “aughhh—fuccccc !”

closing his eyes as he held you closer to him chest to chest as he released a even bigger load then the last deep inside of you .

gi-hun kissed your lips up to your nose then forhead before pulling away, looking down to his coated dick .

slowly pushing out his half soft dick watches all of the cum he crammed inside of you, he froze as you tried to lift yourself up but he stopped you—

lifting your head to see gi-hun was full on hard once again—letting out a breath as you looked up his body and to his face locking eyes, he had that same cheeky grin from earlier .

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[red-takami]

HEYY RED I LOVE YOUR CONTENT

i just came here bc i wanted to ask how bakugo was in your MHA DR

I'm glad you like it 🧌🖤

In 1a I mainly hang out with him, kirishima and a few others like 99% of my free time when I'm not doing something else like sleeping like the dead or fighting for my life somewhere off campus 🌚🙏🏽 me and bakugo had a very rough ish start if I'm being honest. People with big egos just piss me off more than anything else (cough cough because of my Cr dad cough) so I'm always just immediately irritated a bit when I meet people like that so it's nothing surprising. It's okay though because of course later on I moved past that and we ended up alright. When I decided to shift to mha, I basically knew nothing of it fr nor the people I was gunna be surrounded with, I was just focused and excited entirely for the whole quirk and hero shit yk.

People like bakugo, to me, are people that you will need to have patience and understanding if you want to befriend them (it feels weird talking about him like I'm giving advice to single mothers out there or sum about how to deal with an unruly kid 😭 I promise guys seriously he's not that bad at all he's a very good guy especially later on, which is why I said PATIENCE because again, he's a person that goes through a LOT in a short ass amount of time. Understanding and balancing that with your own standards/personality is key.)

My personal relationship with him is mainly just me tagging along as much as I can and eventually he just let it happen. Same thing with kirishima as well, like the reason why I even put up with his attitude was because I genuinely could see us becoming friends in the future and that's exactly what happened. Before I left, we were the closest we've been since I've been shifting to this Dr, I mainly say this because I started to withdraw from everything, school, our usual training and gym seshs, hanging out together or just being in each other's presence, I just stopped and that's what made me realize that he either got so used to it that he noticed this pretty much immediately, or he actually values our friendship (that was shady ik I'm only half joking)

Hes genuinely a good guy, again, like of course he's got his flaws but so does everyone else. Besides, we're all teenagers dude, of course we're gunna be messy. ESPECIALLY with everything happening like the hero course, and villains getting in the way, legit just making life harder for us than it already is yk.

.....his parents too? My god. I bout moved in and kicked him out of his own damn house honestly, they're both so lovely. Truthfully, they're such a beautiful family, their relationship is something I envy like hell😭. ANYWAYS

I feel like I don't talk/post about my friends back at UA so feel free to ask about any of them.

11:11 as I post this go shift yall

[tinylilacbun]

n e r d y l i t t l e k o o k ⋆ ˚ ｡ 𖦹 ˚

The second Rafe steps into the country club, your eyes are on him, a faint smile forming on your face as you watch him get settled on a sofa that's in a more secluded corner.

You take a sip of your mimosa, watching him take out a book from his bag and lean back in his seat, pushing his glasses up his nose before he flips the book open.

He has cought your attention a while ago, Rafe Cameron, the eldest and only son of one of the most wealthiest families on the island, graduated as class best and most definitely future CEO of Cameron Industries.

Rafe is uncharacteristically shy for a Cameron, as the family is almost seen on every event and being social is something he just can't avoid.

You know his sister, Sarah, she's sweet but can run her mouth if she wants to, just like their younger sister Wheezie, so it's endearing to you how that boy across the room never lifts his gaze from the book he's utterly engrossed in, completely in his own world.

Rafe flips to the next page when he sees a set of legs stop right in front of him, only lifting his head when the person coughs softly to get his attention, pushing his glasses up.

"Mind if I sit?" You ask with a gentle smile.

He stares for a second, quickly gathering his thoughts again as he gestures to free spot next to him. "Not at all, um- here." He stammers, grabbing his bag and placing it between his legs to make more room for you.

You gladly sit down next to him, telling him your name as you hold out your hand to him, which he takes without hesitation and know instantly that he seems to be nervous given how slightly sweaty his hand is.

"I-I know who you are, your father is a business partner of my dad, well- almost, he still has to sign that contract." He says, fiddling with the bookmark in his hand.

"What are you reading?" You ask, trying to change the subject, not wanting to talk about your father or his work since you have no actual idea of what he does nor do you care.

"Oh, um, it's about..." He starts to ramble instantly, and you can't stop taking in the way he keeps rubbing at his nose or has to adjust his glasses a few times, clearly a little nervous.

How could he not be? You're a sight for sore eyes and Rafe can't even fathom the fact you're talking to him.

"and it's actually interesting because, wait, sorry-" He apologizes, shaking his head and you furrow your brows in confusion. "I shouldn't bore you with all that stuff you probably don't want to know."

You chuckle at that, it's cute how he gets embarrassed for rambling his current interest. "It's okay, I asked didn't I?"

He smiles a little. "Yeah, you're right. I guess I'm just not used to, y'know, people actually listening to what I say..." He mutters, his fingers tracing over the spine of his book.

"I see...and who's that little guy?" You ask, pointing at where the head of a brown teddy bear peeks out of his bag, which Rafe quickly shoves in and zips close.

"That- It's nothing just...probably one of sister's trying to pull a joke." He tries to brush it off but you see right through him.

"Of course." You smile at him, pulling out a pen from your purse before reaching out to grab his hand.

His breath hitches at the contact, he doesn't pull away though, his eyes fixating on your face as you scribble something onto his palm.

As you finish you stand up, giving him a wink. "Call me."

Rafe watches you walk away, his smile growing even more as his face heats up, looking down at his hand where you had written your number on.

Just before going through the entrance door you glance one last time towards him, seeing how he reaches down towards his bag, adjusting the bear inside it carefully before zipping it close again.

[artificialharmony]

"I'm Still Here" is an important movie about a horrible period of brazilian history but it's also an important movie about grief.

It's about the realization that your life has been profoundly, irreparably changed forever that never comes in the moment of pain. Sometimes it hits you at a diner and you just have to keep it together because who else will? Can't cry now, you just have to swallow your grief and keep going.

It's about love for and from this family, about little moments of life with people coming and going, dancing over good meals...And then it’s all suddenly taken away.

It's a movie about ghosts.

The movie shows the "ghost of the dictatorship" and how it haunts, but also the ghosts of losing people you loved deeply and suddenly. It's why this specific and very short dialogue from the movie makes me tear up every time I remember it:

“When did you bury Dad?”

"What?"

"When did you realize Dad was never coming home?"

Because how many days after his death did I, too, wait for my Dad to come home to hug me until one ordinary day at school, having a hard time on a math test, I realized that he was never coming back to help me study math ever again? And how many times did the children of Rubens Paiva felt the same as I did doing their daily and ordinary tasks?

This is a tough thing. The perception of grief in the middle of a meeting where you can't send a message to that person complaining, a photo that would have been funny to them but you no longer have that person, a plan that evaporates in the nonexistence of the other...

The pain of loss always hits much harder in everyday life... Like that scene of Eunice Paiva at the ice cream shop without her husband and seeing other families being complete while hers wasn't.

This idea of ​​the vacuum of an everyday space is deadly...And even years later, when you think you're over it, it hits just like the day it happened: while listening to a song they liked, watching a movie you know they would've loved to watch with you, a book they showed you, eating a food you two would eat together...Their ghosts are always there, the grief is always looming.

[the-morningstar-family]

Poor Felix.

Maybe check if there are counselors in sloth? Or hospice workers? People who are used to working with families where a member is suffering from a fatal illness.

I don't know what the proper term is but these people aren't exactly therapists. They focus on helping people who are dying and their family members.

On another note, or maybe related, Lucifer darling, you do know that racism is a big part of hell's society?

The Goetia treat imps as if they're lesser beings which is more or less encouraged by Satan, everyone thinks they're better than hell hounds and some people even consider them nothing more than pets.

This is something you should already be aware of considering you are, you know, the KING! But it's especially something you need to become aware of when raising one half-Goetia/half-succubus child, one little hell hound and three half-angelic/half-sinner babies, because Alastor is not Lilith so chances are good that the triplets will be considered lesser than Charlie, especially because you and Al aren't married which would, in medieval speech, make them bastards.

Not saying you need to get married, but definitely saying you should get on top of that narrative before any of your small children hear about it.

But as you have a lot on your plate, let ne do you a favor:

Hey Charlie, I gotta talk to you about your siblings.

[insert everything I said before to Lucifer]

[lay back, eat popcorn and enjoy the show]

Charlie: “Dad? Alastor?”

Lucifer: “Yeah honey?”

The princess takes a breath, handing over some papers. A small list of a few people with Bel’s approval. She looks between the two, especially sheepish towards Alastor.

Charlie: “I know you have a lot to do and all that, so I thought… I wanted to help you and I looked at Bereavement counselors. It's not exactly like therapy but maybe something for now- if you want to!! I don't want - I didn't do it because - I hope it's okay -”

Alastor: “Charlie, dear, slow down. Thank you for the suggestions and the work you put into this, we will look it over”

She smiles sweetly, and claps her hands in excitement.

Charlie: “Oh-! I made sure to look for uhhh. You know, those that have worked with all kinds of hellborn and sinners before.”

Lucifer: “Yeah, it's always good to have some experience”

Both Charlie and Alastor give him a strange look.

Charlie: “Dad… uh I know you haven't been to involved for a long time but…. Um the reason I watched out for that is because some might not treat Felix and Nova like everyone else…”

Lucifer: “Why's that?”

An indignant noise leaves the deer's throat.

Alastor: “Darling, Felix is a hellhound. And Nova essentially is what one would've described as mixed during my time”

Lucifer: “What? No! That can't be! I've never made any laws about stuff like that. It's fine”

Alastor stares. Unbelieving. Opening his mouth, and closing it again.

Alastor: “How are you not aware?”

Lucifer: “Huh? I don't… I wouldn't- You don't think I would make laws like that, right?”

Alastor: “I should hope not. And based on the fact that I had to explain quite a few things about the concept, you couldn't intentionally.”

Lucifer: “See then it must not exist!”

The demon massages his temples. While his little girl cringes in sympathy.

Alastor: “Who governors the Hellborns?”

Lucifer: “Well, mostly satan, but my word still goes above his”

Alastor: “And when was the last time you intervened, changed or even looked over a law he has passed?”

The king mumbles, face as red as an empire apple. Even the deer ears can't pick the words up.

Alastor: “What was that?”

Lucifer: “I don't remember, okay!?”

Alastor: “So it stands to reason, that it has been a very long time, since you had any governing power over the Hellborns?”

Lucifer, reluctantly: “Yes… but -”

Alastor: “And. Have you walked amongst the common folk since then?”

Lucifer, mumbling: “Don’t say it like that…”

Alastor: “Well? Have you?”

Lucifer: “Not for long…”

Alastor: “To summarise. You have not passed, nor forbidden laws in an extremely long time and have not overseen the day to day of your subjects either. Yet you claim to know whether or not any type of class- or racism exist?”

The king picks at his palms nervously. Not daring to meet his partner's eyes. He bites his lip as well, and tears gather in his eyes.

Lucifer: ”Is it really that bad?”

The deer looks at him. His initial anger passed with the sight of tears. Ugh. He's going soft. But he has an idea.

Alastor: “I think there is something I should show you.”

Lucifer: “Wh- what is it?”

Alastor: “A business venture that is quite ambitious. Come along”

[thurstydiaz]

Chris is laughing because, well, what else can he do.

He was pretty calm when Eddie moved to El Paso, all things considered. Abeulo told him theres a big difference between being 13 and being 14, like this piece of your brain unlocks and you learn to think all over again. It's like, yeah, theres this new shelf somewhere in his brain. He can feel these thoughts now - hes been able to do that this whole time, he thinks, but with that new shelf in his brain he can see that both I'm just a kid and I've dealt with so much in my life its irrevocably changed the way I interact with the world. Nothings really just a shrug anymore, even when he tries.

Just a week ago he watched Lego Ninjago with tía Sophia's toddler and it's like his brain pulled out all his knowledge up to that point of the series and he genuinely thought to himself: "are these filler episodes?" On his cartoon? Filler? And there it found itself, sat on that new shelf - this thought - that suddenly this episode could be taken out of the show completely and the final battle would still be breathtaking and the story to get there unfettered. The next episode feels much the same and Chris disengages, nearly hysteric, as Lloyd the ninjago pauses his, up to this point incredible, character development to do a sick kick flip on a dodgeball court. He does another, then runs off the screen and does one more move then ends with a knowing wink to Chris as he slides his little Lego body on that new shelf.

So, his dad showing up and staying in a nice Airbnb - done. Not even on the shelf.

He misses him, objectively, lovingly. Its tense because, duh, but Eddie takes him to the lake and shopping and introduces him to a bbq place that Abeulo said was a total tourist trap. It's delicious, a total trap, and Chris walks away with a Polaroid of them both smudged with sauce and beaming through their ruined bibs. That sits on a shelf on his wall next to a discarded pair of swim goggles. Sometimes its turned down, when his stomach tears in knots and he finds himself unable to picture Eddie without a clouded storm of his dead mother over his shoulders.

Eddie staying for more than a quick trip - fine. He's a grown man, he can do what he wants. Chris isnt grown but Eddie let's him do what he wants. Odd. But oh well. He can see how his dad is so nervous to tell him, the way his shoulders tense and his back is stick straight even in these funny wooden chairs his family's passed on for generations, how he keeps flicking his eyes to the doorway where his grandma is definitely snooping on the other side.

That's the first shelf thought he dares to filed away under Dad. Eddie's not only nervous in front of him, his son, who he's let flee. Hes nervous in front of his parents. His mother. Who he fled from. Is this where he sat when he told them about Chris? Did he twist his fingers the same way - was his back this tense before the army changed him - was Shannon there? Theres a picture somewhere of his parents at this table, exhaustion evident in their figures, with Chris on a little bouncer on the table between them. Did she like this table? These chairs?

Eddie tells him "I'm here, mijo. I cant - I wo - I'm here. I love you too much to miss you, Chris." And theres Eddie, again, filed firmly on that shelf next to the child version of himself who's dreading telling his secrets. Chris can't articulate it well. Instead, he swallows the lump in his throat and nods his head and ducks away when he gets the chance. Voices fill the space he's abandoned and he hears his grandmother's voice grow shrill and he can envision his dad still tense in that chair and he files that away too. Some shelves have shelves, he finds.

Eddie's place is nice, even though he lied about his stay at first. Theres a dip in the shutters on the west facing wall and a few gaps where the caulk wasnt applied properly on the window seals and theres a drawer in the kitchen that pops put from behind the island and doesnt close properly. Both bathrooms have walk in showers and Eddie shows him these minuscule divots in the hallway where the previous owner had rails installed, removed, and covered with cheap spackle. "In case, you know, we ever need it," he says with far less nerves than Chris expected. Files that thought on the shelf. He intends to stay in El Paso.

Not ideal. El Paso is - temporary. Knew that going in. Acts on that even when he's having the time of his life with the vaguely rebellious teens from his new social circles. No plans for the summer under his watch, no sir. Hes got comraderie in chess club with this girl with green hair who's an orphan because I live with my grandparents too, it's kinda lame, isnt it? She invited him to her birthday, tentatively planned for some safari a 30 minute drive away at the end of April, and when he tells her he should be home by that time her face twists up in a familiar manner. Can see her file that information away on a shelf of her own.

So - look - he sees it all in a new light, is what hes saying. His grandparents arent hovering they're worried. Hes not just a kid who's experienced trauma hes a person with life experience some people couldnt find in their nightmares. His dads not difficult hes complex. Hes got layers.

That version of his mother he saw that night wasnt a ghost. Shannon's more than that, and so was she. He cant imagine why she was there, why she looked like a ghost, but some adults cant explain why they choose the everyday things they do - he cant expect either parties involved to sit with him and tell him with clarity why that evening was happening in the first place.

And that thought, it's not - filed away, per say, but it stops guiding his actions. He stops wishing he had an answer the more Eddie picks him up from school, stops pulling that want to understanding off the shelf to admire when he finds Eddie's face in the crowd at chess club. They play among us one night with his cousins and he doesnt even consider using yeah well you abandoned me emotionally as a retort when Eddie (rightfully) calls Chris sus for killing while lights are off. His little alien flies into the vast abyss, unbothered.

Inhibitions, released. Maybe he can learn a thing or two from that silly little alien.

And today - oh, today. Today he's roped his bisabeula into making lasagna. Its not as good as Bucks, another thought hes found on that shelf, but it reminds him of that loft and the LA air and what it's like to stick his hand out of the window to flow with the air during that short drive over. Bisabeula's house is small, two rooms the size of closets decked out with different themed blankets for each great grandkid opposite her own tiny master and a shed out back housing all her prized heirlooms to pass down one day. Last time they were all here, Eddie dug out a rocking horse for tía Sophia's aforementioned toddler.

Eddie's probably hungry. Yeah. And he'd love a reminder of LA.

Bisabeula folds easily, drives him over with a happy little grin on her face, and she idly carresses her course chin hairs - whiskers! his abuela scolds - as she tells him she's got a bridge meeting she forgot about so you'll have to take this in, and I'm sure your dad can take you home later.

Yeah, he wont wait up.

He puts the bag with the casserole dish on the swing on the porch and waves her away as he digs for the spare key in his pockets. No keyring, he just - carries it, totally normally.

Opens the door, finally, and -

Thing is, no quick abandonment on either of their ends. They promised.

So instead of fleeing, Eddie stands. Frozen. Instead of fleeing, slamming the door and therefore all the effort that's brought them here, Chris gapes.

The guy standing behind Eddie, though, arms circling his dad's chest and head buried in his neck - he seems to not get the message. His hold squeezes his father and Chris can see one of his legs between the pair in front. Theres low music playing from somewhere, a Spanish tune he recognizes from his abuelo's shows, and the guy is trying to sway with it. That must be what pulls his focus to the rest of the room, when his head dips a little lower on Eddie's clavicle and he finds the man under his arms stock still and he chuckles, deep but still finding it's way to Chris across the room. "Not giving up now, are you?" He says and then finally comes up for air and flings himself from Eddie's back.

Its quiet, the confusion, even through the hasty movements as the guy - taller than the archway behind them, curly hair cropped tight to his head and decked out in dressed-down business casual - scrambles away from Eddie and gathers his things from the coffee table. He says something and Eddie idles like he has a response but cant form the words. Chris's hold on a crutch wanes a little.

Eddie snaps out of it first - expected - because hes got this guy that's obviously trying not to get too close to either of them as he flaps his hand and babbles to the both of them what Chris can only imagine is an excuse to make this all fade away. Hes mentioning something about Church of all things when Eddie finally pulls his eyes from Chris, flushes even further, and tells the guy to "go out the back. I'll uh - I'll talk to you later."

The guy disappears out the back. The change in pressure makes the front door bounce on its hinges, knocks into Chris's crutch.

The shelf is not stable. In fact, Chris thinks this shelf in particular, housing all things Edmundo Diaz, firefighter, father, has completely vanished. Spilled all these thoughts and ruminations on the floor like a spilled lasagna. He cant stop a giggle. "So this is what we do now?"

Eddie's voice is hoarse. "Chris - I -"

Chris brushes him off, pushes into the house with pointed clicks and clacks on his way to the dining table. "Theres lasagna on the porch." He slides into a seat and shucks off his crutches and turns to find Eddie still there, looking towards the front door. Rolls his eyes. "Its not as good as Buck's but bisabeula made it so you cant tell her that."

That knocks Eddie back to life, for some reason. He retrieves the lasagna, plates up two servings, slides them in the microwave and taps his finger on the counter as he watches them dance around each other inside. Stops every few seconds, takes a breath, and doesnt turn to check that Chris is still there. When they're done the beeping cuts through the room like a bullet and Eddie takes it like a champ, bleeds out as he sets the plates and forks and cans of coke on the table between them.

His back is tense and his face is pinched and his cheeks are red and Chris knows that he wishes he could run right now. It reminds him of when he read his moms letter about why she abandoned him. Sometimes you have to love from far away. They both know how to do that.

God but hes tired of the action.

"I'm not mad at you."

"You should be."

Chris scoffs. "Of all the things I can be mad at you for, this doesnt even tip the scales." That's kind of a lie.

Theres a piece of Edmundo Diaz, father spilled onto the floor that catches his eyes. Eddie on one side, Buck on the other, Chris in the middle miserably losing a round on Mario Party. Eddie's chuckling, his arm is extended behind Chris. Not on his shoulder. Bucks couch doesnt have a high back. Wheres his hand?

"That's - um - okay. Good?"

Chris shrugs. "Its not Buck's but it's alright."

"Mijo." Eddie says it like a prayer. He prays now, sort of. He goes to the church with bisabeula and lights those tall candles around the house. Tía Addie pulled him to the table during a round of bullshit and Eddie went easily, signed the cross when he was given a hand and reminded everyone with a shaky breath that hes not competitive. Total crock of shit. He doesnt know the specifics but he remembers Eddie coming home with all those steaks that one time. Buck cooked them - Eddie was only allowed to sear them. Inside. Supervised. Beaming like he'd caught a golden goose.

"You're into guys, dad, it's not, like, prohibition times anymore. It's fine." Chris takes a long drink from his coke. "Just dont be surprised if I never use the front door again."

Eddie chuckles, rye, and pokes his hunk of lasagna. Tries but fails to look at Chris.

Edmundo Diaz, firefighter. Chris started doing laundry a couple years back, strictly one load a week. Dad caught him rewearing underwear because he had to do two loads, once, and decided he'd never live a life where he needed that again. Small closet, comfy clothes, nothing more. Dad had a small closet but still did laundry every day, rain or shine, on account of the smokey smell. Even when he was at dispatch. He said it lingered.

"I'm sorry I didn't tell you, Chris. You deserve - "

"Can we not - "

They both fall silent.

"No." Eddie finally says. "The two of us, kid, we're better than that. I'm sorry I haven't - that I. I trust you, Chris, so much. You're so grown up and somehow you're so well adjusted and I - huh - I am doing my best to be better for both of us. So you can keep being, dios, such a kind, smart, amazing guy. And I can be someone that you trust, too."

He used to just say "You and me then everyone else." That phrase comes to him, shuffles on a shelf that does exist, then settles in the air.

"I should have told you... it was never my intention for this to happen, Chris, god. If you want to get rid of your key you can."

And that's - firefighter, who holds him tight at the end of a long shift. Wakes him up to fried eggs and crispy bacon and sugary mini waffles and still floats through the house like a zombie through it all. Huh.

"I don't want to leave you over this, dad." He runs away once, jeez.

This is all familiar, in ways it's not. His shirt is similar. Chris is ganglier, hangs his body differently, thinks more profoundly. Eddie's none of those - has a solid presence that saves lives, one that used to wrestle with him against his grandparent's wishes and hovered when they tested crutches. Has that stability in him that Chris used to cling to the moment he was home from school and found his father there, ready and waiting. Breathing. Alive. Dumb as a bag of rocks, bless him.

Okay, this is enough.

"Just... can we go home already."

Eddie takes a deep breath. "You just said you didn't want to leave."

"Not!" Chris grasps at his hair, clenching and unclenching. "Not you, dad. Not back to my abuelos and not to bisabeulas, or to tìas or Buck's or the park or where-freakin-ever! I want us to go home." He punctuates the end syllable by syllable, pounding an open palm on the table.

"You - ok, yeah. Yeah. If you're sure. We can start moving some things in, maybe get -"

"This isn't home, dad, this is a shell of a house." His voice echoes in the room.

"This is where I live now, Chris. This is home."

"No it's not."

It's a challenge. They both hear it. Good ole Diaz genes and all.

Eddie's lasagna is pulled apart like hes doing open heart surgery on that table. Chris finished his, somewhere along the line, and their forks are sat in mirroring positions against their plates. If he looks to the left - oh, right. Buck's not there. He's usually already up by this point, to be honest, offering Chris another helping. Hes not at the fridge either. It's still so odd.

Eddie follows his eyes and swallows something.

"I want to go home too, mijo."

"Can we? Please?" Eddie tears up. Doesnt look away. "Dad, please take me home."

Its quick, after that. He's quick - quicker to show and accept affection, quicker to use his words and explain himself coherently and catch onto those looks the adults around him share when they think he's an invalid or something. Its quick and easy saying bye to his friends and its quick when he tells his abuela he's going home and hes quick when he tells abuelo that yes, I'm certain this is what I want and no, dont get rid of my room and hey, maybe we'll be back for a visit this summer. He's still using his old duffle and hes quick to separate his clothes and his El Paso clothes. He hasnt grown that much. Hes not - without.

Dad's slower, but not in opposition to him. His house was barely unpacked so he doesnt need to rush. He calls Bobby just a day later and hes got the job before he's even asked, finishes the call behind watery eyes and in a different room. Buck sent him down with some kitchen gadgets he never used so he has his sisters over to take them away. They drink wine and bicker over a bread maker and say things like shame you're on your way out now that I kinda like you and now everyone in my book club has a gay brother in LA and dont forget us again.

They're almost back to LA and somewhere on the road, Chris finds that those pieces of Edmundo Diaz, firefighter, father are still scattered everywhere.

His dad is right here, though.

[vixen7243]

Part 2

Masterlist | Original Thought | Pt. 1

TF141 X AFAB!Reader (Soon)

Tag list: @the-faceless-bride @persephone-kore-law

*Persephone had given the brilliant idea of being closeted bisexual to add to the drama...And of course I'm going to run like a maniac with it because YEESSS, as one myself, I have so many things to put in with this. and hope they/you like how I'm taking the route so far. If anyone would like to be added to tag list let me know, and leave comments on thoughts of ideas or if there's just anything you like so far.🥰 Enjoy the reading.* CW!:SA,VIDEO OF SA, HARRASSMENT, MENTION OF SELF HARM *Oh My God, this is longer than I thought I would do, but by god. This is the set up and hopefully yall like it.*

From early on it was easy for Y/N to realize that she was into girls, secondary school when she was 11 being the biggest case in point when she had her first experience kissing a friend, ‘to see what’s it like’ of course. The giggling was endless, but when she wanted to keep going back for more and seeing that she wasn’t interested in wanting to see what it was like to kiss a boy, she talked to her mom and had a long talk and learned about lesbians, and that she was one from what she was gathering. Her mom was, to say at the very least, unsupportive, and angry, claiming having come from a family that is conservative she told Y/N never to kiss a girl again, never look at girls like that ever again. The fight that broke between them was horrible, and as much as she wanted to call her dad and tell him about what had happened, she was afraid that he would also be upset with her, and maybe disown her, telling her she was never welcome back home. She wished she hadn’t given her mom a chance this year to keep her, but the guilt of having chosen her father ate at her making her think it would do her and her mom some good to spend the year together. Now, she regrated it, regrated it even more when she came to her mom with questions of her feelings and thoughts.  

As time went by, she counted down the days till she could return home, she stayed on the phone most nights with her stepmom, trying to stay positive. Only, the worry started to set in when there was only 3 months left till it would be summer and she could return home. Her stepmom had informed them that she hadn’t heard from her husband, Y/N’s father, and that she was worried for him. With him gone, your mom would be able to keep you longer, due to the fact he was supposed to be picking you up and flying back to Barr.  

Then one day she had gotten a call from her stepmom, broken up with sobs, it was hard for Y/N to understand her, but she could just barely pick up that she had said something about her dad going MIA and visitors? She wasn’t sure, but she was panicked as she went to her mom crying, begging to go back and be with her grandparents and Sharon to wait to hear about her dad. She never understood what had happened between her parents to make them divorce and for her dad to move from America all the way back to Scottland, but whatever it was, she had no doubt her mother was to blame. When she refused, took Y/N’s phone and soon moved, she hated her. Hated her with a passion, tried endlessly to find her grandparents on any social media and Sharon too, but Sharon had kept her last name, and she had no clue what it was. She wished she had asked before, she cried most nights after they had first moved thinking the worst fate for her father, mourning his potential death. She never let her self-stay close to her mom, she shut her out and delved headfirst into her sexuality, dating a girl that she had learned, after they had moved, was gay. As much as her mom wanted to say something, she had to bite her tongue, only because she learned that her girlfriend was the daughter of her new boss.  

That’s certainly not to say that she didn’t making life at home a living hell for Y/N, chores, no phone, took all the money she somehow managed to make by doing yardwork for neighbors and even pet and baby-sitting. Y/N eventually broke up with her girlfriend, when she had realized she did like her at first, everything was now because she was dating her out of spite and loved her more as a friend than romantically. Even though she was angry, Katy understood and, at first, kept a little bit of a distance before becoming great friends. 

When she was 15 and her guy friend came over to work on a project, when she walked into her room after grabbing drinks and snacks, he was laid out on her bed, shirt ridding up showing off his abs. The flutter feeling in her stomach and blush had her freezing in her doorway as she stared at him. What in the hell is happening? Why am I feeling so... 

“Sweet, you brought soda.” When he sat up, you slowly walked in and handed him a can before going to your desk quickly sitting down and trying to hide your face. “So, you want to go through the article, and I’ll look for more websites to use as references?” 

“Sure.” Burying your nose into the papers you had printed earlier that day, you couldn’t stop looking at him, why did he seem so different? He’d been over plenty of times, times when you guys laid in bed watching movies or playing new games, had slept stacked on each other a few times even and you’d never felt anything before. So. Why now? What was different? Why were you feeling how you usually down when you would see an attractive girl that you were crushing on? “Oh god.” 

“What? Can’t find anything?” 

“Huh? Oh, no, nothing.” You chewed your lip, cursing to yourself when you felt him lean against your shoulder, he was reading the page, but you felt his breath against your neck, could ever so faintly hear him mumbling under his breath as he read, and it was making the hair on the back of your neck stand. When he finally went back to his spot on your bed you let out the breath you hadn’t known you were holding. Trying to refocus on the work at hand, you tuned him out and got a few pages of writing down before debriefing him on what you wrote and handing it to him so that way, he could add to it with whatever he had been able to find. 

While he was packing up his back you cleaned up the cans and wrappers before watching him, non to subtly. “What’s the matter? You’ve been staring at me on and off all evening?”  

You shook your head, although he was your friend, he wasn’t close enough that you would ever tell him that you were feeling things, things that you only feel for girls, since you were gay... or you thought all this time and had been. But now here he was out of the blue riling things up inside of you. “It’s nothing.” He was popular in your school, the same group of girls that had tormented you and bullied you since you had come out had the biggest crushes on him, and most importantly, Sam, the head bitch, had dated him for a while and hated that he hung out with you. If you told him, you started feeling... conflicting feeling towards him, things that you haven’t yet processed properly, he’d tell his friend, because he couldn’t keep anything to himself and then they would go around spreading things about you behind your back. 

“Yeah right, just tell me?” When you avoided looking at him, he sighed, “You heard then huh?” 

“What?” 

“That Sam and I are back together.” Looking at him surprised you scowled, “We talked out some issues, and figured why not try again.” 

“Didn’t she -” 

“We talked things out.” He cut you off standing up. 

“She sucked your cousins dick.” 

“Y/N” 

“He took a video and spread it all through the school.” 

“And we talked about that, it’s none of your business anyways.” He waited at beat before squinting at you slightly, “Do you have a thin fer me?” 

“WhAt?” You looked at him wide-eyed and mouth open, “Why would you ask me that? Ye know I-” 

“Sam said you have been looking at me differently lately and that we’ve been spending time together too-” 

“We’re working on a project together.” 

“I told her that... you're not denying that you’ve been looking at me differently.” 

Scowling you crossed your arms over your chest huffing, “Because that’s insane Jake. Ye know I’m lesbian, I’ve never been into guys. Ever.” When he opened his mouth to say something you quickly spoke up, “And even if in some other bizarre world, why would I start liking ye?” 

He glared at you at that, “What the hells that supposed to mean?” 

“Yer not special Jake, pretty fucking typical and boring, why would I have a thin fer ye?” You wanted to bite your tongue off, you’d never been to mean to anyone other than Sam and her little click, but you vouched that, that’s because they deserved it.  

“Fuck you Y/N.” He snatched up his back and walked out, you took a deep breath before collapsing onto your bed sighing. You weren’t sure who to talk to, but you wanted to talk to someone, so, pulling out your laptop you pulled up skype, you’d found a sweet guy that lived in Edinburgh, Scottland, when you were looking for your dad and had become good friends. Dominic, he was gay and your most trusted confidante when it came to anything you needed to talk to someone about. 

“Hey lass, what’s going on?” 

“I’m, surprised you answered, isn’t it like midnight for you?” 

“Yeah, but I can’t sleep, so again, what’s te matter?”  

You leaned back into your pillow and told him what had happened when you first walked back into your room and seeing Jack on your bed to what you had said making him leave. When he stayed quiet you wrapped your arms around your waist, “I’m confused on why I was feeling that way to him and then he wouldn’t shut up about Sam and what she had said about me.... There was so much going on in my head and he was overwhelming me with so much I just went off on him and said what I shouldn’t have.” Looking up at him you whispered, “What’s going on with me?” 

“Oh Christ lass,” he started laughing a bit before shaking his head, “Ye’ve gotta crush on him.” 

“What? But I-” 

“I know, but... from the sounds of it, ye like him. And There’s nothing wrong with that.” 

“So, I’m... I’m bi? How? I’ve never liked any guys before? How am I 15 and just now liking a boy... JAKE no less?!” 

His laughter made you sigh, “Late developer. It happens.” You doubted that you were still confused on your feelings but decided you’d just slowly sort yourself out.  

So, for the next few months you broke down your feelings and realized that yup, you were into both guys and girls, and Jake was ignoring you still.... until. There was going to be a party at Sam’s, and your best friend Kieran had pulled you along, you lied to your mom that you were going to her house, and she lied that she was going to yours. When the bother of you walked into her house, Kieran pulled you into the kitchen handing you a cup, when you took a sip you choked huffing, making her laugh, “You never drink before?” 

“No, my god, have you?” 

“Few times, with family, mom would always have a cow though.” She took a swig from her cup before urging you too try and take another drink. After 2 cups, you were slowly feeling the effects before you seen Jack walking to you, Kieran already got the rundown of what had happened and that you had concluded that you were in fact bi now. She just wasn’t sure if you would be so comfortable around him yet. “Want me to distract?” She whispered tucking into your side. 

“No, it’s okay.” You said taking a deep breath before smiling when he stopped in front of the both of you. 

“Hey.” 

He was staring right at you, you felt the blush cover your face, you swallowed thickly, hoping your voice doesn’t betray you and crack, “Hi.” 

“Hi.” Kieran chirped, her smile spreading when he glanced at her for a moment before looking you over. You weren’t the thinnest, you had a little extra meat around your middle and your thighs certainly had no gap, but your confidence helped you feel comfortable wearing the short shorts, tank top and torn flannel that when seen from behind damn near made you look like you weren’t wearing any short at all.  

“Wanted to talk to you in private.” 

Your eyes widened as you looked to Kieran before looking back at him, “Alone? With me? Why?” 

Rolling his eyes he grabbed your wrist turning and pulling him with you, when you felt the cup being pulled from your hand you looked back at Kieran who was giving you thumbs up making a smoochy face before laughing. You looked at the back of Jack’s head anxious, Where are we going? Upstairs? Why? You didn’t pay attention to the people that were watching the two of you disappear up the stairs, your sole focus was Jack and them way he laced his fingers with yours. Despite yourself on a few occasions, he had been an invading guest in some of your fantasies and dreams, that to now feel him pulling you into... oh god, a bedroom, alone, the two of you. “Whas goin on?” 

After he had closed the door he guided you to the bed, making you sit down, he looked at you intensely, “I know you like me,” as you opened your mouth getting ready to say something, the hand he was holding, he pulled making you push forward and resting your other hand on his shoulder, “You’ve been staring at me a lot more since I left your place a couple weeks back, and don’t think I didn’t notice how you always blush when passing in the halls. Just say it Y/N.”  

Your cheeks were burning, he was so close, you could feel his breath fanning your face, opening your mouth, a small croak came from your throat making you close your mouth swallowing before going again, “Yer still wit-” 

“Say it.” 

The quiet of his voice made you throw caution to the wind, “Okay, fine... Jack... I like you.” Closing the distance, you kissed him, your breath halting in your throat, his lips aren’t as soft as the few girls your previously kissed, reaching up and cupping his jaw, it was firmer, sharper. A boy, not a girl, your mind reeled with the sensation of your nerves being consumed with Jack, Jack, Jack. Feeling his hands grab at the flannel you were wearing and start pushing at it to slide it down your shoulders. Easing back, you gathered yourself, “Wait.” 

“Come on.” Pulling the shirt off his hands started going for your tank. 

“Hey, Jack.” Before you could say anymore, he kissed you again slowly working the top up, your body froze at hearing something in the room bang, blood running cold when laughter sounded from the closet. 

“Shit, I can’t hold it in Jack, fucking look at her.” The laughter echoed in your ears as you quipped your head around and watched as 2 boys stumbled out of the closet laughing. 

“Never seen so many rolls, jeez, ever heard of self-restrain piggy?” 

“What are they doin here?” You looked to Jack shocked, tears threatening to build as he smirking then shook his head. 

“I was close guys; this doesn't count against me since you guys interrupted.” 

“Wha-” 

“She would’ve stopped you anyways, she was trying.” 

“Unless you were just going to ignore her protests?” 

“Shut up, just keep recording, this will be good.” 

“Wait, recordin? Why, stop Jack!” You cried as he yanked your tank top up before holding you, arms pinned behind your back.  

The other 2 pulled their phones up recording, flashes on, catching everything, as you thrashed trying to get loose their laughter rung loud in the room, “You thought he liked you? What a joke, maybe you would’ve let him fuck you.” 

“Would’ve been an easy bet for Jack to win. How annoying, I thought she was a lesbian?” 

“Faking that shit for attention probably, knew no guy would want to be with a piggy unless there was something interesting about her.” 

“But to think that even a girl would find this attractive? Yeah right.” 

The tears were unstoppable, their horrible remarks burning and cutting into you, finally getting loose enough in his grasp, you dove down to your top slipping on your flannel running out crying, the others following and laughing, snorting at you. 

“Y/N?!” You didn’t stop to wait for Kieran as you made a mad dash home, climbing up and into your room. Your phone started ringing, seeing Kieran, you ignored it, ashamed and embarrassed. 

Through the weekend, you stayed away from your phone, the constant dings and ringing going ignored till it finally died. On Monday, your mother none the wiser of what had happened forced you to school. Walking up to the front you tried to ignore the laughs and people pointing at you, when you walked into the main hall, everyone was staring at you, your skin breaking out with goose bumps. Head down, you got to your locker, when you opened it, pictures and notes flooded out, you looked at as much as you could before your vision blurred. They were still images of the video, notes and drawings of pigs and insults, the worst, comments to harm yourself. “Y/N.” Looking up at Kieran, the worry written all over her face, you watched as she picked up all the papers and yanked them out of your locker yelling at everyone that was now huddled around you, phones out and laughing. After she had all the papers, she pulled you into a bathroom before you broke down, holding onto her. “Come to my house, let’s just skip today.” 

Following her to her place, you sat with her in her room, telling her what had happened when you and Jack went upstairs. She held you tightly throughout the whole ordeal, curing Jack and his stupid friends. It was only a few hours before the both of you jumped at her door opening, her father stepping in looking at the both of you, “Why did you skip out of school? What’s going on here?” 

“Dad, listen, please just understand we have very valid reasons, just...” She looked at you hesitantly, “Can’t say right now.” 

“Can’t? Or won’t?” He looked over at you, “No child of mine skips school, what’s going on?” 

Before she came up with anything you started standing up grabbing your back, “I’m sorry sir, it was my fault, I pulled her out of the school and suggested we skip.” 

“Y/N.” 

“Why?” 

Making your way to the door you tried to squeeze past him, but his hand shot out blocking you, “No reason sir, please ju-” 

“We should just tell him, he will help yo-” 

“Don’t Kieran.” 

“What happened?” 

“Nothing!” Pushing his hand down, you bolted out and started making your way home. Going to your room you charged your phone and saw every notification start to pop up, messages from anyone and everyone from school laughing at the video and calling you. Silencing it you laid in your bed crying, shortly, your mom came home screaming at you as she climbed the stairs. 

“What in the hell did you fucking do?!” As she slammed your door open, the hatred in her eyes burned into you, “My boss just called me and told me you whored yourself at some fucking party? What fucking party did you go to?!” 

“What? How-” Keiran told him, you snapped your mouth shut, you couldn’t believe she told him. You knew she was trying to look out for you, but damnit if you weren’t made at her for saying anything. 

“Answer me! Don’t you dare play dumb; there’s video evidence of you screwing someone? Have you lost your damn mind?! Everything I fucking do, and this is how you repay me?!” You glared at her as she went on; How is this my fault? Why is she insisting it’s my fault? 

“I didn’t do ANYTHING on purpose! They forced me and recorded me!” She glared at you before turning on her heel leaving slamming the door behind herself. You sighed walking to the door locking it before grabbing your phone and computer, pulling skype up you called Dominic. While the ringing was going you opened your bank app, checking what you had before opening a new tab on your computer for flights. 

“Y/N, wha-” 

“Ye remember a while ago when ye suggested I move out that way to just run away?” 

“Yeah?” He looked at you skeptically, “Are ye-” 

“I’m buying a ticket as we speak, I will be there in two days.” 

“Woah, lass, whas go-” 

“Please, Dom, jus... tell me now if I can’t stay with ye till I find my dad so I can figure something else out for hiding.” 

“Of course, ye can stay with me, but lass, what the hell happened?” 

Booking the flight ticket you took a deep breath, trying to hold the tears back, being tired of crying you didn’t want to shed anymore. You told him everything that had happened over the weekend, the party, letting your phone die and having a mental break down to the crap that happened at school, your friend telling her dad who is your mom's boss. Finally, the yelling match with your mom that just transpired. When you finished, he slammed back into his chair huffing, “Jesus Christ lass... what te fuckin hell? Firs off, yer more tan welcome here, ma and pa have been wantin to meet ya bad and when they hear bo-” 

“No, please Dom. Please don’t say anything bou-” 

“Lass, listen, I’m real fuckin sorry bout was happen to ye, but we gotta tell them somethin. They are goin to won-” 

“Tell them, I’m coming to find my dad, which won be a lie, ye jus don need to tell them the other shit. Please Dom? PlEaSe? I’m beggin ye.” 

He was quiet a moment, but he relented, “Fine, but they ask more questions, we tell them lass.” 

“Fine.” 

The two of you hashed out the rest of your plan, you’d stay low at home, steering clear of your mom for the next day before calling a cab to take you to the airport the following day, ignoring her and creating distance was a piece of cake, she was still irate with you and constantly trying to think up of lies to tell her boss about your ‘mistake’. 

When the time came, right as soon as your mom was out the door, you grabbed your 2 bags and made a mad dash to the cab that waited out front, sliding in, you felt like everything was moving on X2 speed, the drive to the airport, getting through tsa, and waiting to board. Your heart pounded in your chest; you were finally leaving your mom, and going to look for your dad, you remembered faintly the areas he would take you and replayed every detail hoping that when you get there if you can’t find him, then at least his wife. When your phone started ringing, you slowly looked at it before staring, Kieran, she had no clue what you were doing. You had ignored her calls and texts yesterday and the previous night, you knew she would and is still worried about you. You wanted to tell her what you were doing but didn’t know any more if you could trust her not to tell her dad and then eventually report you running away. Damnit though if the guilt of her worry and self-blame didn’t eat at your conscience, sliding the answer across your screen you lifted the phone to your ear. 

“Oh my god! Y/N! I’ve been trying to reach you! Listen, please, I’m so sorry for telling my dad, but he needed to know! Please understand I only told him because he would help. He said he talked to your mom, but she called the cops to file a report.” The momentary silence lasted long enough for you to sigh, “H-how was it making the report? Did they say what they would do?” When you didn’t respond, you heard her sniffle, “Please, Y/N, I’m so-” 

“Don worry bout me anymore Kieran. I’ll be okay.” 

“What do you mean?” 

“Jus don worry, I’m not mad at ye, well...not anymore.” 

“Y/N, where are you? You turned your location off.” 

You looked up at the boarding sign, “I’m goin home, I’ll see ye later okay?” 

“Oh, okay...Love you.” 

Swallowing, you grabbed your bags walking to the podium, “Bye Kieran.” You hung up quickly before turning your phone off and wrapping it in napkins and tossing it in a can passing by. 

Landing in Edinburgh Airport you hailed a cab and gave them Dominic’s address, you’d sent him money to buy you a new phone, so he knew the time window of when to expect you. Pulling up to a beautiful house I handed the driver some cash and started making your way to the front door. When it opened you smiled, Dom, in person quickly ran to you hugging and picking you up, “Jeez Dom, don’t break yer back.” You laughed, but when he set you down, a hard look on his face made you shut up. 

“Don be sayin no mean shit bout my best frien. I ain fraid to smack some sense into ye.” 

“An I an fraid to smack some sense into ye if you lay one hand on her.” You both turned to see his mom at the doorway with his father. 

A sheepish smile made its way onto his face, “I was only messin ma, promise.” 

“Hmhm” She hummed smiling walking down the path before smiling at you and wrapping her arms around you. “It’s so nice to finally meet ye hun.” 

“Oh, uh, thank ye fer lettin me stay here till I find my dad and mom.” You smiled back looking between her and her husband. 

“Come in dear.” He said grabbing your bags smiling, you all walked in, they lead you to the main room and sat you on the couch. While his mom got drinks for everyone you looked around, “When Dom said ye were comin to look fer ye father, I asked a few questions around town to see if anyone knew anything.” 

You looked at him shocked, “Oh, ye didn’t have to do tha, I don want to bother ye all while I stay here.” 

He shook his head, “I don mind one bit, I only wish I had some good news fer ye, with the lil I knew and Dom, not many people could really offer anything.” 

“I understand, there were a few places I remember visiting and going to many times when I was younger, I was goin to visit those places and ask around, if not fer them then at least my grandparents.” 

“Tomorrow, we’ll be more than happy to drive ye around and help.” 

And they did, it was a couple weeks of traveling and asking friends, and old connections till you found a small scrap of information. It was a long, short given to you by one of Dom’s dad’s old cop friends, but you didn’t want to leave no stone unturned. Going just outside of Edinburgh, you went to the address that was scribbled down, it was a long dirt driveway to a beautiful 2 story house, huge with hills and fields surrounding it. On one side there were highland and belted Galloway cows, the other side of the road was cheviot sheep, your heart was pounding a mile a minute in your ribs, your limbs felt heavy as you climbed out of the car, looking around. Everything felt so... 

“Can we help ye all?” That voice, your body felt like the earth was shaking, could feel every muscle trembling as you slowly turned around and ... It was like everything froze in time, tears weld in your eyes, even though it had only been 4 years, it was like you’d only just seen him yesterday. 

“Dad.” You whimpered; you covered your mouth. 

Looking you over, he swore he thought he was looking at a ghost, “Y/N?” Nodding your head, he took one step down the stairs before the both of you made a mad sprint for each other. The collision of you both slamming into each other, wrapping your arms around one another tightly, weeping into the others shoulder. He pulled back first, cupping your cheeks in his hands moving the hair from your face, “My god, Y/N. Yev grown so much.” You both laughed before going back into holding each other, it wasn’t until his wife came out asking what was going on till she saw you.  

“Oh my god, MA, PA!” She screamed before running to you laughing and hugging you.  

You looked to the door, your grandparents walked out confused, and slightly worried, but upon seeing you, God, they all had never felt so whole and complete, they all cocooned you into a bear hug. Only pulled apart to thank and welcome Dominic and his parents inviting them in.  

You never told anyone the truth of why you ran away and sought them out, you didn’t even have to worry about your mom making a report, when you had left she counted it as a silent blessing that she could move and start over fresh, she never thought you went back to your father, all that matter to her was that you were gone. Your dad and mom asked as often as they could to figure out the truth, but you only insisted that you missed them and decided enough was enough, you were going to find them no matter what. You’d told them and your grandparents that you were lesbian, not expressing that you were bi, they excepted you none the less, and you were sure they would still except you even if you told them, you were bi, but you weren’t going to be dating or seeing any guys for a very long time. Yes, you knew and understood not all men were the same, but that doesn’t change the fact that at the thought of being intimate with a guy had you breaking down and having an anxiety attack.  

It wasn’t for a long time till you found inner peace with yourself and what had happened to you those years ago, you just always kept to one rule when it came to guys. You were never going to get anywhere near intimate with one unless you guys were a serious thing; no one nightstands, no games, no bets, no lies. 

[castlebyersafterdark]

Thanks a ton to all you amazing anons! I didn't think anyone would care enough to even read it. It was a spur-of-the-moment post, but big shoutout to Vinny for dubbing my ask as the manifesto—it definitely gave my ego a nice boost!

i am here to drop the content for those who asked for links, i apologise if i took too much time to reply back—I had to sift through my old FOAH playlist to do this properly and not like my earlier post.

SORRY FOR LONG ASS POST AGAIN . I KNOW I AM TOO MUCH! ( my apologies)

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LIP SYNC BATTLE:

https://youtu.be/CC_vymKA5zA?si=80NHAn6njvGu0Uya

My absolute favorite! At 1:10, finn kicks things off by mentioning his number 1—yep, you guessed it, NOAH. Then you have to see how he murders Gaten! It’s hilarious! Finn's humor is pure gold.

https://youtu.be/116daD8QFIo?si=bhtjuR3SWtSOe0ji

1:00 (famous foah moment) Finn literally walked all the way over to Noah in the middle of his performance! touches Noah with his butt and leaves with a little smile. I miss the old Finn!!! but he still yapps about Noah like a crazy person. still scores a win.

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MYSPACE: https://youtu.be/VnKJdvo3Yak?si=4jSpW9nJcQwhABc4

(so why am I suggesting that Finn's top 3 spots are his parents (with Noah taking the 4th position) (i was shocked when he said noah is his 4th) , for few reasons:

the interviewer himself specified: after your family , who would you pick from the cast?

MAYA said she would take out her dad from the list to make room for gaten.

TOP 8 (naturally) parents -> siblings -> boyfriend/girlfreind -> cast mates

sadie picked Noah & millie. Noah's actual BFFs are sadie and millie. not finn. finn is more like his_____you know. so finn wasn't even expecting noah to say his name, noah is his 4th and assumed that he is noah's 4th. which btw noah proved this year.....Noah crowned finn with 4th position in his wrap post for this particular reason.

So, why am I laying out these reasons? A lot of you might be tempted to jump straight to 2:45, which is fine, but if you do, you’ll miss out on why FOAH is probably the real deal.

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SAG AWARDS: https://youtu.be/xKZQXsbe6yI?si=k8QTKsDubexYm9pG

this is my reading, there may be some errors but overall this is the whole picture:

1:18 finn's gesture; give noah the damn mic millie

1:58 finn is asking millie "do you mind if i stand next to noah?" and millie says no.

4:48 finn was so smitten/impressed by noah's speech that he says this to millie "that was awesome"

its there....Finn's heart used to race for Noah. That was his little secret. not so much among the ST cast. pretty much every one knew. i dont even think it is a secret that he definitely fell for Noah first.

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NOAH's FIRST KISS:

I think Noah's first kiss was with Finn. There was a hint of romantic tension between them right from s1. Finn never did kissing rehersal with millie (Jimmy Fallon show).

Finn would subtly flirt with Noah during their lives, and you could see Millie grinning at it ! https://youtu.be/hbkzKGS6aIg?si=49ZWrTDAbXN795v_

https://youtu.be/S8dvjHDitMI?si=sP_CbONnYrlT-R3Y (snooze you loose: hard core flirting)

Noah's tiktok: he made a famous tiktok back in the day "googling how to kiss when you are 12" something like that : ST s2 filming time period. finn had a crush(clearly) and he could've made a move in s2. noah came prepared. mutual crush. two queer kids clicked. bam.

https://youtu.be/MpgxM0xZl1w?si=97mwvTZn2qKlo27y

Noah's Netflix live reaction video, when mike kisses eleven. I really wish Noah would make more videos like this! His commentary is just hilarious. If you have a chance, you definitely need to watch the whole video—Noah is the best, and his humor is on point! “EL IS SO SLOW, JUST KISS HIM, LMAO!”

bAcK tO ThE YoUtUbE vIdEo (in noah's voice) 28:36 watch Noah YAAS my prince ;)

interchanging of names: (famous tiktok analogy) https://youtu.be/owI3eiS_4uY?si=VrFPsDp1-msyJ2Rj

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honorable mentions: finn not letting go of noah

https://youtu.be/CFhbD61Vg6k?si=fCh6X57-xR9sGBoz

https://youtu.be/H7xZpQpEkHc?si=81fc9wCaUTS9IQFm

https://youtu.be/hagzu_h9T5E?si=iSNIuDnVWgclAwjq

Finn's eyes searching for Noah. He seems a bit disoriented throughout the video, but then a lady suddenly pushes Noah, and Finn gets really emotional? *Editing cut cut* 1:11. You can catch 1:05 watch caleb (wiping nose instruction). And if you look closely, Noah’s eyes show he’s feeling it too. Caleb and Gaten, in their supportive era!

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*Only read this if you think I'm full of crap*

I used to have a ton of FOAH analysis videos, but guess what? A lot of them have been taken down/hidden—looks like PR is keeping an eye on things! This is especially true for the award show ones. channels like MTV and ET, their videos are heavily edited now, which wasn't the case before. ‘ET’ (Canada, especially cough) went wild with editing the FOAH videos! Particularly those where Finn and Noah sat next to each other; those are basically all gone now.

proof: you wont ever find this video. if someone does, please do share. https://i.pinimg.com/736x/18/1c/fe/181cfe842e5df3c17b894b4123cb6ae8.jpg

if you ask me which media house knows about foah and ships it : GQ and WIRED GOOGLE SEARCH (they are so cheeky) i wish i could tell you all about it. so look out for GQ & WIRED for s5 promo. they'll do something again. ET also ships but its editing scissors are insane.

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wish I could share more theories, but I can't dive into everything.

thanks for reading guys! i know this is all tooooooo much!

WOAH 🫨 Passing this along for anyone who wants to investigate and have some things to watch in the meantime, I'll circle back to this Sunday - too busy tonight and tomorrow to dedicate a block of time to watch a bunch of videos, but I literally just refreshed and saw this second manifesto!!! Thank you anon for the compilation and all the work you put into this ask! 🫶🫶🫶

Anyone have any additional favorite or recommended interviews or segments in general on youtube - hit me up! I'm gonna start my revisit/deep dive Sunday because its a kickback day for me 😁

[im-not-buying-it-ether]

Indoctrinate me baby! Legit I'm trying to expand my comics experience lol so if you wanna rant about Mary marvel a bit I'll totally listen:)

You know not the monster you have unleashed

But none the less, happy to squeal!

Mary has two surnames for varied reasons but I'll tell you the basics of her big appearances. Earth-S or classic Mary, New Earth or PoS (Power of Shazam) Mary, and 52/current Mary.

Classy Mary was raised as Mary Bromfield, a very well educated and intelligent ingenue with lots of academic and practical knowledge. The former of which we see in her first appearance as a contestant on a sort of gameshow segment Billy is hosting and, during a trip over commercial, Billy finds out he had a long-lost twin sister that was swapped with another couples deceased child at age 6 months, so Billy thought he was an only child. The person expositing this is the nurse who swapped them, and she gives Billy a half heart locket to identify his sister with, and that sister turns out to be Mary who he saves after she's kidnapped after the show.

Billy reveals himself after saving her as Captain Marvel and Mary wonders aloud if, since they're twins, she could transform by saying Shazam too. Lo and behold, she does! With a pantheon her own the Wizard procured she becomes Mary Marvel, Earths Mightiest Girl, and fights crime with her brother and their friend Freddy Freeman (Captain Marvel Junior).

Mary had her own comic run, lots of adventures fighting such treats as witches or dealing with mundane trials like baby-sitting way too many kids, but she does all this good with pride and cataloged it for her own trips down memory lane in her Good Deeds Ledger. One other story I adore where she loses her powers due to a calendar issue is that she's able to keep fighting with funny traps and devices when she's lost her powers to keep taking down the mobsters of that issue. Mary is a very kind, good hearted, and clever girl with a family in the Bromfields and with Billy and their extended Marvel Family.

Power of Shazam Mary was raised as Mary Batson, no swapping in childhood, but after a crazy trip to Cairo for a dig with her archeologist parents when Billy was left home for the trip due to bad grades in school Mary loses both her parents and is smuggled back to the states by their killer and passed off to the killers sister to deal with. The killers sister is the updated nurse who swapped Mary in the last iteration, Nurse Primm, who had Mary adopted by the Bromfield couple where the mother was a cousin of Mary's mother and didn't want Mary to end up with their uncle like Billy would end up. Mary suffered from amnesia and night terrors after the whole ordeal and couldn't remember the Batsons, only a vague feeling that Captain Marvel looked like her dad when she saw him.

Eventually, Billy is able to reveal the whole thing and in another kidnapping plot Mary does get her powers again, though this time shared with Billy and his pantheon. After a lot more plot of the PoS comics, both Billy and Mary end up adopted by the Bromfield couple and living together as superpowered siblings.

Current Mary is only Mary Bromfield, no longer the twin sister to Billy as she was in all other iterations of her character. She is college aged, ran away from her home with the Bromfields in winter because of their abuse, and ended up fostered by the Vasquez Family where she would get Freddy and later Billy as foster brothers. Billy would share his powers with his family again, empowering Mary again, but after comic plot and Lazuras Planet: We Once Were Gods, Mary is empowered by her own pantheon again while Billy regains the favor of the Wizard and his pantheon.

Mary's Shazacronym as I like to call it goes as such|

Classic + Current

Selene: Agility Hippolyta: Strength Artemis: Stamina Zephyrus: Flight Aurora: Invunerability Minerva: Wisdom

PoS with Billy and Freddy

Solomon: Wisdom Heracles: Strength Atlas: Stamina Zeus: Power Achillies: Courage Mercury: Speed

And yes, if you noticed, Mary does not have a power blessing in her current or classic iteration but nonetheless, she is able to shoot and use lightning powers. She's an og girl boss like that :)

[zazu75]

Hello Octopath 2 Fandom I'm here with my own sexuality hcs for the lot of them.

Osvald: straight and unavailable. I’d be surprised if he ever dated again tbh. Tho maybe with his assistant and his daughter they can be some sort of family. Also I totally get and see the appeal of him and Partitio but I don't think he'd be able to get into it without extensive therapy and help. This guy has so much baggage. So much.

Cassti: married to her job.

Temenos: bi but leans more towards guys, if he ever lets anyone in to start with. I can see him having been rejected or broken up with a bunch when he was younger and pre-trauma.

Ochette: you know the saying about how aces would rather eat cake than have sex? That’s Ochette, but with jerky.

Partitio: pan. This guy has had it with guys gals and pals. If it passes the sentience test, he’s willing to try. Yes. That includes the tentacle monsters. No it’s not bestiality if they pass the sentient test. It's monster fucking. Yes I can see him as a monster fucker.

Agnea: bi and has better luck with guys. Is into older guys too. She’s gonna give her dad a heart attack one day.

Throne: aroace but from trauma. While she likes the idea of being vulnerable with someone, she cannot see herself making connections of that kind, because it reminds her too much of her origin story. She also can’t bring herself to be vulnerable with anyone that may result in love or sex or attraction. Heck if she ever gets any of these ideas into her head, she bolts.

Hikari: secretly bi. Has had a crush on Ritsu that Kazan talked him out of because Ritsu is an asshole. Personally, I’m shipping him with Rai Mei. I think they’d be good together. They cover each others’ weaknesses well.

[idontevenremember5minutesago]

1. 2003 and Rise.

2003 was the first time I experienced tmnt as it own thing and not just something my older sisters and cousins liked. As such 2003 Mikey holds a special place in my heart because he was the turtle I latched onto. I remember even as a kid wishing that they let him be angsty( a preluded to my angst loving side.) Him beating Raph in the BN simply by annoying him is a core memory for me.

Rise Mikey is literally every side of Mikey I’ve ever wanted to see given the spotlight . His artistic side, his adhd side, his silly side,his emphatic side, his role as the glue that holds the family together, his cook side, the side that wants to prove himself, the side that wants to befriend and accept everyone, and his hidden potential.

2. Not as much as I’d like. Just some comics.

3. 2012. I wish the fact that he has untreated adhd was handled better. I had untreated mental illnesses until I was an adult and that shit messes with you as a kid. We see it’s a huge deal and even given blatant examples how it affects him. What’s the point of putting in all those hints AND having April’s dad be a whole psychologist but never actually addressing it? Plus I wish he wasn’t so disregarded by his brothers at times. Like I’m the youngest, I have older siblings, I know how it is but like listen to him at least sometimes guys.

4. I like to think he gets headaches and migraines. No special reason. I get them so he must too.

5. He’s more than the fun, happy turtle. I think one of the reasons I clicked with him is because i know there’s so much more beneath the surface. No offense to the other turtles( who I also love) but they’re kinda easy to figure out. Mikey has layers upon layers that lie beneath that happy smile. So it hurts when people typecast him as ‘the fun one’ or ‘the unserious one’ or even worse ‘the dumb one’.

6. Best Laid Plans(To rest). 12!Mikey commits suicide but his brothers come back in time to save him. Absolutely heartwrenching. I have read it 5 times and I cry every time. It does such a good job of addressing a lot of issues I had with how Miney is treated. AND it does this without once demonizing his brothers. A+ read.

I get knocked down (but I get up again) Mikey keeps dying. This…..affects him a bit. Another amazing showcase of Mikey’s mind.

7. I’m an absolute sucker for any and all Leo and Mikey interactions. I love how Mikey looks up to Leo and in turn how Leo looks out for Mikey and is usually the one who tries to adapt to Mikey’s pace. 2012 is my favorite showcase of their bond.

8. 12!Mikey and Leatherhead AND Rise! Mikey and Draxum. Both instances show that kind, caring,empathetic side of Mikey who tries to understand and help those who others have deemed as not worth the effort.

9. Having one and drawing one are two very different things.

10. Savage Mikey. I like to think it was his way of coping with being alone in Dimension X. And Dr. Delicate Touch because he feels nothing.

11. It may have clashed with his headband but he still rocked it.

12. Mikey is a K-pop Stan and I’m tired of pretending that he’s not. He knows all the dances to Everything.

13. The effects that masking has on him. When it comes to family dynamics Mikey is literally ‘The Mascot’. He knows his place as the tension breaker and goes out of his way to keep that persona up. But keeping up that mask and always acting as the jokester has to weigh heavily on his psyche and we don’t talk about that enough.

mikey ask game!!

1. which mikey is your favorite version?

2. do you have any mikey merch?

3. is there an iteration you think could have handled him better? what would you have changed?

4. what headcanons do you have?

5. something the fandom gets wrong about him that only you truly get /lh

6. do you have any mikey-centric fic recommendations? (including any your wrote!)

7. what’s your favorite dynamic of him and his brothers? what makes it your favorite?

8. what’s your favorite dynamic of him and any other character? what makes it your favorite?

9. do you have your own design/version of mikey? show ‘em off!

10. favorite alter ego of mikey’s? (turtle titan, turflytle, dr delicate touch, etc)

11. favorite outfits of his?

12. what kind of music do you think mikey would listen to?

13. what’s something about mikey that nobody seems to talk about that should be talked about more?