#daddy Rost

[felrend]

Prowling

[patriciamatezz]

This is the best thing I've ever seen in my life

It's take your kid to work day

[lostgirl1428]

I mean….I want Rossi to be my dad…but also my DADDY.

I have reached PEAK daddy issues thank you very much 😤

Love me unconditionally, but fuck me like you own me. Thank you.

The difference between hotch!daughter girls and rossi!daughter girls is that rossi!daughter girls want to be unconditionally loved and hotch!daughter girls want to be unconditionally understood

[wiypt-writes]

Rock N Roll People In A Disco World

Chapter 15: Silent Disco

Part 1: Bump In The Road

Summary: Adjusting to being a family of four is proving to be a little harder than you or Disco anticipated

Warnings: Language, adult themes, smut (18+ NSFW)

Disclaimer: This is a pure work of fiction and classified as 18+. Please respect this and do not read if you are underage. I do not own any characters in this series bar the reader and any other OCs. By reading beyond this point you understand and accept the terms of this disclaimer.

W/C: 5.5k

Main Masterlist // Rock N Roll People Masterlist

Ch 14

Paul scoured the house for his biggest little man. He'd looked all over only to find his young son in the backyard with Woody.

“CJ? What you doing out here on your own, buddy? Where’s Mommy?”

"Wif Jack Jack, he's crying again."

Paul sighed, “yeah, his mouth hurts.” His eyes then flicked to the pool, the safety fence he was halfway through putting up around it taunting him a little as he hadn’t managed to finish it in the two weeks he’d said he would. “But I don’t like you being out here alone, not with the pool so close.”

“But I don’t go nears it, daddy. You says not to unless yous or mommy heres.”

"Okay, bud. Just come back in and we can see if Mama needs anything."

"No." Connor folded his arms over his chest with a petulant pout.

“Connor, come on.” Disco groaned, “please pal, don’t do this. Not today.”

"I don't wanna."

Paul sighed, Connor had been acting out on and off for the last two weeks or so. At two months, give or take, near of his third birthday, he seemed to have taken the so called terrible two stage to the absolute next level.

But much like his daddy, mini-Disco was a stubborn force to be reckoned with, and the more you both challenged him the more stubborn he became. So, with that in mind, Paul crouched down so he was on the level with his boy and changed tact a little.

“Why?”

"I no wike him."

“You don’t like who?”

"Jack. I no wike him." He frowned.

"Connor, don’t say that." Paul sternly stated.

“But I don'ts!” Connor shook his head. “And Mommy no wike me, you no wike me. I want Grumpy!”

Paul felt his chest tighten as his sons words registered. CJ’s little face was wrinkled with frustration and upset.

“Hey, hey… what do you mean we don’t like you? Ceej, me and Mommy love you so much.”

"No you don't. You lobes Jack Jack. He's a baby." Connor started crying out of, what Paul recognised as, sheer frustration

"We love you both." Paul choked back his misty eyes and lumped up throat. "Yes, Jack is a baby, and he’s been having problems with his teeth, just like you did at his age. But that doesn’t mean we don’t love you."

“Buts Mommy always holds him, she no has me anymore!”

"Oh bub," Paul puffed Air from his lips. "I don't know what to do here, pal."

"I want Grumpy."

“Okay, okay.” Paul nodded, utterly lost. “We’re going to Grumpy's and Nanny's for dinner so how about we go a little earlier and can stop by the pier, just me and you? And then we’ll meet Mommy and Jack there a little later?”

CJ frowned in thought as his tears stopped. "Can I has a hot dog?"

“You can have as many hotdogs as you want.”

“I only has one. Nanny makes rost beef.”

"That's right!" Paul snapped his fingers, "How could I forget"

"Can I goes on the big wheel and kid coster?"

“Yup. And why don’t we see if we can win a teddy bear?”

"Nope. Jack had one. No more."

“Yeah but you can keep this one, pal.”

"We sees." He stood up from lounging on Woody. "We goes now?"

“Yeah, okay. Let’s get your sneakers and your jacket and tell mommy.”

"Okay!" CJ was fast inside, yelling for you.

“Hi baby,” you greeted him as he came running into the hall. “You okay?”

"Daddy and me goes bye bye. See you later," Connor ran past you, up the stairs, and into his room as you held a wide awake and cranky Jack in your arms.

“Erm, okay…” you frowned and turned to Paul

He held up gentle hands, as he softly smiled. "He's having a hard time today. I think some time with him might be good." He kissed your cheek. "You gonna be okay getting to my parents with just Jack?" He nodded at the fussy baby.

"Don't exactly have a choice do it?" You sighed.

"Well, I can drop you before we go, but I'm going to take him to the pier for a snack and a couple of rides."

“I’d prefer that if I was honest.”

"Alright, we'll do that. How much time do you need to get Jack and yourself ready?"

“Gimme ten minutes.” You took a deep breath, “there’s enough stuff for him at your mom and dads and his changing bag is in the hall.”

“Okay, pass him over and go get yourself sorted.”

"Okay." You sighed and handed the baby off to his daddy. "Ten minutes. Just need to change andake myself not look like I've been up all night."

In ten short minutes as promised, you were gathering Jack's bag and Connor's backpack from the hall and were scurrying down the stairs when you heard your big little man tantrumming with his father.

“You says it was me and yous!”

“Connor, it is!” Paul groaned, “I told you, we’re just dropping mommy and Jack off first.”

“You lies to me!”

“Okay, enough.” Paul’s voice was firm but fair. “Have I ever broken a promise to you?”

“No.” CJ sniffed.

“Exactly. And I promise you, it’s just me and you once we drop mommy and Jack off, okay?”

“Okays.” Another sniff.

“Good boy, now, you wanna take any toys with you?”

“I takes my fire truck.”

“Okay, go grab it.”

“Woody comes too?”

“Not to the pier but we can take him to Grumpy’s.”

"Fine. Can I takes my truck to the pier?" He wobbled.

"It might be better if you leave it with me at Grumpy's," you smiled softly. Your heart ached to see such a sweet boy struggling with such big emotions right now.

"I wanna take it," he argued.

Your eyes glanced at your husband, as he settled Jack in his carrier. "No, Connor. Because if you lose it, that's it, buddy. Just like you can't take anything but your nap buddy to pre-school,” you reasoned with him. “You can take it to Grumpy's and leave it for when you get back."

"Or leave it in the truck when we go to the pier," Paul offered and you glared at him as he somewhat undermined your stance.

He shrugged apologetically and your face softened a little. You could see Paul was trying his best, and besides, this latest meltdown had seemingly come from the fact you hadn’t wanted to drive yourself and Jack to Dot and Big Jim’s, a decision you were now starting to regret. Paul had promised CJ some alone time, and as far as your son was concerned, his mom and brother were now gate crashing the car ride. Connor loved riding in the truck with Disco. They’d sing and point out cool cars or things Connor saw which he was curious or amiss about.

This tantrum phase was uncharted territory for you both now, and whilst you were on the whole quite good at shutting his little arguments and few moments of naughtiness down, this one was a whole other level.

“I leaves it in daddy’s car.” Came the quiet reply.

Connor headed off to find his precious toy and Paul looked at you. “Please don’t.”

“Don’t what?”

“Pick a fight over me telling him he could leave his toy in the car. I’m trying, Y/N. Seeing him so damned unhappy and sad is breaking my heart. And now he’s accusing me of lying to him because we’re dropping you off first I just… I feel like I can’t win.”

"Let's just go. Maybe something will change after this morning. I get it, he's two, and he's your son. He's having this emotional growth moment but I feel ill-equipped to deal with it and that's just... I'm his mom. Between my depression and Jack's unsettling, I'm not sleeping and I just want Connor to be happy again. But we're his parents and we can't let him keep up with this, he has to learn-“

"He said we don't like him anymore and he doesn't like Jack." Paul interrupted your rant with.

"What?"

“That’s what he said.” Paul shook his head, “which is why I thought maybe an afternoon where it’s just him might help.”

The tears quickly filled your eyes and you sniffed, "Grab the boys and I'll be in the truck."

"Sugar," Paul gently caught your arm, "I’m sure that's not what he really thinks at all but let me try and deal with it this afternoon.”

You licked your lips and shook your head, a tear falling, "I'll just take Jack, please get Connor." You reached for the carrier and turned to go, leaving Paul.

Before Paul could say anything else, CJ walked into the hall way, his firetruck on his hands.

“I ready, we goes now.”

"Okay.” Paul directed his son towards the door that led out to the garage and the family cars; your SUV and his truck.

You were busy clipping Jack’s car seat into place in the front seat of the truck.

Paul opened the door and watched as Connor clambered up onto his booster in the back. He helped him with his seatbelt before shutting the door. He said nothing to you, and you sighed. This one hurt, despite you knowing it was temporary. Chalking it up to your post-partum and everyone still adjusting to being a family of four, you let it go and buckled in yourself as Paul strapped Connor in and came around to slip behind the wheel.

The drive was relatively silent, the movement of the truck seemingly sending Jack to sleep and CJ in his own little world, looking out of the windows and playing with his truck.

It was about fifteen minutes later, that you were all pulling into Jim and Dotty’s drive. Jim, who was washing their new BMW SUV, looked up a little surprised to see you all so early. It took, as it seemed, very little time to end up out of Reseda and into the hills where Paul grew up. He was pulling in front of the quaint home with the red door, the white picket fence and beautiful garden. Big Jim, who was washing their BMW, looked up a little surprised to see you all so early.

“Not that you’re not welcome but, weren’t expecting you till about four.” He chuckled as Paul hopped out.

“Long story but I’m taking Ceej to the pier for a little while. Y/N’s gonna stay here with Jack.”

"Well, that sounds like a fun afternoon," Jim grinned, "your mom's inside on the phone with your Aunt Carolyn."

“Okay, just keep your eye on Connor for a moment whilst I take Jack inside.”

Big Jim strode over to the Tahoe and opened the back door to say hi to CJ, who immediately grinned. Paul opened your door, to let you step out before he then turned his attention to gently lifting the car seat out which contained a soundly sleeping six month old. He carried Jack inside and through to the lounge, smiling at his mom as she walked out of the kitchen, surprise on her face before she beamed at you all.

"My God, was I on the phone that long?" She chuckled. "This is a pleasant surprise! Hi, honey," Dot leaned in and kissed Paul's cheek and turned to hug you tightly.

“Yeah, I’m taking CJ out for the afternoon, I’ll be back for dinner.”

"Oh, okay," Dot smiled at him then back at you. "I'll make us a light lunch." She touched your forearm with a smile.

“Yeah, sounds good.” You nodded, “Jack's asleep, finally.”

“His teeth still bad?”

You nodded.

"Leave him be for now, we can put him on the island counter while we visit." She winked at Paul, "have fun, be back by four.”

“I literally just said I’d be back for dinner,” Paul rolled his eyes before he smirked, “going deaf in your old age, ma.”

"Watch your tone, young man, I can still get your dad to kick your ass."

Paul chuckled, as he dropped a kiss to your cheek. “That old bastard don’t scare me.”

“That’s a lie.” You scoffed and Paul grinned.

“Yup, big fat one.” He turned to kiss you, "I love you, I'll see you soon."

“Love you too, don’t let him get sick by eating too-“

“Sugar,” Paul rolled his eyes, “I know.”

You nodded, "Okay."

“Have a good afternoon, and try not to worry, okay?”

"Alright," you softly smiled. Just then, a grunt came from the carrier and you sighed, "I give him five more minutes."

“Well, make the most of it and have a coffee or beer or pint of vodka.” Paul shrugged.

You snorted and kissed him softly, "Love you, Stud."

Paul headed out and you carried Jack into the kitchen behind Dot.

“How are you feeling, Sweetheart?” She turned to you, with such a genuine tone to her voice and on her face, and you felt the tears once more filling your eyes.

“Awful.” You admitted.

"Oh y/n, come here," Dot pulled you in for a strong hug. "Talk to me, honey."

Unable to stop yourself, your words tumbled out as you explained what Connor had said, how you felt useless and unable to sooth Jack, and just generally tired and like you were failing full stop.

“I thought going back to work would help,” you wiped at your face, “a little normalcy but…even that’s been shit. I can’t concentrate…I thought dispatch would be a perfect compromise you know? Not active service but still using my skills and helping but…”

"It's not the same. I understand," Dot slid the glass of water over to you a she leaned over the island. "Have you talked to someone?"

You nodded, "Paul and I agreed I should. They have me on something for my nerves that's not going to hurt Jack since he's nursing, but I don't know Dot. All this stuff with Connor these last couple of weeks.... I just don't know what to do. It sounds so ridiculous as I explain it. I mean, I'm his mother. I should be able to nip these tantrums in the bud, but he'd just getting more and more upset. And it's causing us to bicker over simple things that we used to compromise on."

“Junior hated Paul.” Dottie looked at you, “and he was five when he was born. Connor isn’t yet three. He’s at that pushing boundaries stage, wrapped up with all the changes and things. Don’t beat yourself up about it, okay? It’s nothing either of you are doing. And you know me and Jim are always here to help. There’s no shame in asking, and it sure as hell doesn’t make you weak.”

"Thank you." You sniffed as Jack whimpered from his carrier, expanding on his supposed five minutes more of rest by ten. "Paul hopes the boys will be close like he and Junior were until...".you sniffed again, "I want that for him. I spent a good hour on the phone with my mom the other night after Paul and I went to bed not entirely speaking. We don't do things like that, Dot. Not since his shooting, we've always tried to work it out!"

“Look, being a parent is both the most wonderfully rewarding experience and the single most frustrating thing you’ll ever do.” Dottie smiled. “Paul is… a lot more relaxed than you are, sometimes I swear if he was any more laid back he’d be horizontal, but that’s how you both work. He’s like Jim, let’s most things go over his head but when enough is enough, he’ll step up.”

You nodded and took Jack out of his carrier, patting his bum as you tried to soothe him. You gave him his pacifier to suffice until you were situated to feed him and provide a comfort for his aching teeth. "I'm just going to go to their room, real quick," You said to Dot.

“You don’t need to shut yourself away if you need to feed him, honey.” She said, “but wherever you feel most comfortable.”

"I'm just going to change him, then I'll be back."

“Okay, I’ll get on with lunch. Avocado and bacon subs suit?”

"Thank you, Dotty."

You headed upstairs, Jack seemingly placated for the moment as you changed his diaper, smiling as he beamed up at you causing his pacifier to drop out of his mouth.

As you offered it to him back, he turned his face away, seemingly happy for the moment to simply smile and gurgle at you.

"Hi my smiley boy, you're handsome and happy now, aren't you," you cooed as you changed him and finally picked him up to bring him back down with Dot. You weren't full enough for nursing so you popped a bottle out of your cooler bag and handed it to the proud grandmother for her to feed your son while you ate your sub.

"Thank you for the sandwich," you smiled softly.

“You’re more than welcome,” she beamed as she sat, offering Jack his bottle. “Gotta keep your mommy fed just like you, huh, sunshine?”

His pudgy cheeks hollowed as he drank the pumped milk you provided for him and you took a minute to breathe for yourself. You were so good under pressure, never one to panic, but these days you felt weak and insecure, unsure and unsettled, despite six months in as a mother of two.

The help from your mom and Dot was a godsend and you appreciated each of them equally. The food in your system made you feel a little better, and you felt yourself relax when Jack had his fill and Dot moved to burp him.

He let out a grand gesture of gas and babbled when he was through, his chubby hand finding his mouth over Dot's shoulder.

"I'll hold him for a bit, until he needs his mama, let's go sit in the lounge."

“Yeah, okay.” You smiled.

The three of you headed in and you settled down on the comfy four seater which rested against the wall, which was adorned with family photos and snapshots from over the year. Pride of place in the middle was one of you, Paul, CJ and Jack which has been taken the last Christmas. CJ was in his daddy’s arms, Jack in yours as the three of you smiled at the camera.

"He was so tiny then," you giggled as you looked at newborn Jack. "Now look at him!"

“They grow fast,” Dottie smiled as she sat down, “as you well know with CJ.”

"I hope he grows out of this phase. He was so proud and excited to be a big brother, from what he could understand at two."

“He’s only six months older now, honey. I promise you, he will. And they’ll be best friends… sure there will be the odd fight and argument and they’ll annoy the hell outta one another, but they’ll be tight. The way all of us are.”

"I know, I do. This is just a rough one."

“Yeah, and I wish I could say something that would help.”

"It's okay, Dot, you've helped. It's nice to have a different sounding board."

“You can talk to me any time, you know this. And I’m more than happy to come sit with you, even if it’s just for an hour or so when Paul is at work.”

"I appreciate it," you smiled with a yawn.

"Tell you what, why don't you go lie down in the guest room, just for an hour. Jack's content, I've got him, and you know Grumpy is going to want to roll around on the floor with him in a few. Just rest."

“I-“

“I got this honey, you’ll feel better after a rest. I promise.”

You inhaled deeply and slowly nodded, "just for a little bit."

“I’ll come get you if we need you.”

You nodded again and pressed a kiss to the top of Jack's head before finding your way into the guest room just off the landing upstairs.

You lay down on the crisp navy blue duvet, and closed your eyes. Before long, the stress and exhaustion of the last few days and nights caught up with you, leaning you out for the count.

*********

"Cmon, CJ, hop up." Paul had just gotten their turn on the ferris wheel after enjoying their dogs and lemomades.

“I coming!” He hurried towards Paul who helped him into the car. "We sees dolphins?"

“Possible buddy, keep your eyes open.”

Up the wheel went, taking them forward with the city behind them and the ocean with the horizon in front of them.

CJ peered out to the side, his little face rapt with excitement as they climbed higher and higher. “Daddy! Dere’s a boat!”

"I can see it!" Paul chuckled as he looked beyond where the little fingers were pointing though his Ray-Bans. "Slide over here, real quick," Paul took his arm gently. "See that place, right there behind us?" He looked over his shoulder and showed Ceej who was now in his lap. "That's where I married Mommy. And you've been there too."

“I has?” CJ looked at Paul, “I don’ts remember.”

"Yup, in her belly, like Jack was. But you're the only one who's been there yet. That's pretty special."

Connor nodded and then looked back down at the ocean. “How many fishees is in the sea?”

"Millions." Paul chuckled.

“Nopes, I knows.” CJ looked at him, “der is seven hundred billion, and fifty two. Grumpy says he counted dem all!”

"Yeah, I bet he did," Paul chuckled. He sat with his son, enjoying the quiet time, his son's excitement as he peered around, the little comments he'd make or observations making him smile or chuckle.

As the wheel descended, Connor looked to Paul again. “Daddy, I knows what I wants for my birf-day.”

"Do you?" He laughed, "tell me."

“Some fishees like grumpy has in his den.”

"Ohhkayy."

“I wikes dem. Grumpy let’s me feeds them and they has a pie-rit ship.”

"Okay, you want fish, we'll get fish. You can pick a few out and we'll get a pirate ship."

"Really?”

"Sure, but you have to feed them, with no help like you help me feed Woody."

“I cans feed woody by myself. Momma shows me.”

"I know, Pal, I just like doing it together."

“Why?”

"Because I like doing stuff with you, Ceej." Paul put a comforting arm around his boy as it was their turn to stop at the top.

“You does?”

"Yeah bud, all the time. Mommy does too. Like when you guys color when Jack is napping, or when you're signing in the car. I know she misses you when she’s at work."

CJ pondered for a moment, before he reached out and began to fiddle with the collar of Paul’s polo shirt. “Buts we donts color a lot now.”

"I know, Pal, I know."

Silence fell on the car again before Paul sighed, “hey, I don’t have to be in work for a few days now, so how about me, you and mommy go to the aquarium? You can feed the rays and play in the touch and feel tank.”

"Where Jack goes?"

“He can stay with Nanny and Grumpy, or maybe Grammy and Papa Nick if they’re back.”

"Maybe." He shrugged, the car moving again, that silly feeling in his belly making him giggle as they went backwards.

“Okay, well you think about it and tell me if you want to go.”

When they were through, Paul took him to the kiddie coaster and sat next to Connor as the ride operator gave them a go twice in a row from the front car.

CJ cackled all the way round, squealing at the little dips and turns.

"I dizzy, Daddy!" He laughed when they were through with their second turn.

“Oh, well, if you’re gonna barf better do it before you get in my truck.” Paul teased.

"I Otay."

“Good. So, do you wanna do anything else whilst we’re here?”

"Can we gets a teddy bear?"

“Absolutely, come on.”

They tried their luck at a few bucks to win the bear Connor deemed his and after his last ball, Paul finally hit the target, his shoulder pinching just a little. He rolled it a few times, loosening it out and smiling as CJ accepted the bear as the attendant handed it over.

“There you go, big guy.”

“Thanks you!” He took it with a grin.

"Alright, let's get to Grumpy's before Nanny kicks my butt for being late, huh?"

Connor giggled, “Nanny says she will kicks your butt all the time.”

"So does Mommy." Paul swooped CJ up and the boy giggled. "Let's stop and get some flowers for Mommy and Nanny, huh?"

“Otay, I picks them?”

"Sure, Pal."

A stop on the way home, and CJ picked a bunch of sunflowers for his nanny, and a bright spring bouquet for his mom, and not long after they were on their way back.

“You gonna give Mommy her flowers, bud?”

"You does. I gives Nanny hers."

“Well, how about I give Nanny hers? She’s my mommy. You give those to your mommy?”

Connor sighed, "okay."

“Or you can give them both?”

"Both.” He stated as Paul pulled into the driveway of his parents’ home.

“Cool,” Paul nodded with a little sigh as he stopped the truck. “I’ll carry them for you till we get inside, you bring your fire truck.”

"And my bear." He grinned.

“Oh, can’t forget your bear. You given him a name yet?”

"Disco."

Paul laughed, “I like it!”

He helped CJ out of his seat and handed him the truck and bear before grabbing the flowers and heading inside. He found Woody greeting them at the door and a sleeping Jack in Big Jim's arms while his mom was in the kitchen.

“Well hello, little man!” Dottie grinned as she picked CJ up with a groan, “you’re getting big!”

"I got you sumflowers!"

“You did?”

"Yep! Sees?" He wiggled down to the floor and ran over to Paul, dropping his toys long before Dot even grabbed him. Paul handed him the bouquet and Connor bounced right back to his Nanny.

"I can see Jack wore Pop out," Paul chortled.

"Oh, they've been out for nearly an hour now," Dot beamed, kissing Connor's cheek.

"Where's Y/N?" Disco wondered.

"She's been napping in the guest room," Dot smiled softly. "She only wanted a little nap after a struggle to get her to do so, but I managed to lose track of time," Dot shrugged with a wink, "and she's gotten a couple of hours in. Jack's been fine. Gave him some rice cereal and changed him, then he and Grumpy have been napping." She put the sun flowers in water. "How was the pier?"

“It was okay, yeah.” Paul nodded. “He had fun, went on the wheel and the coaster. Had a hotdog, won a teddy bear.”

"Well, the pot roast has been in for a bit and should be done in about half hour, why don't you go wake your Sugar and see if she's feeling any better?"

"Connor,” Paul looked at CJ. “Why don’t you come wake Mommy up and you can give her the flowers?”

"No, I plays with my truck."

Paul looked at his mom, before he sighed, his shoulders slumping a little. He was utterly lost, CJ’s total disinterest in his mom was so out of character for the boy. Up until a few weeks prior, you had been the centre of his world.

"You sure, Ceej?" Paul tried again.

“Mommy would really like that,” Dottie encouraged softly.

With the huff of a tantrum close behind, Connor stood up, "fine."

“Hey, come on.” Dottie looked at him, “don’t be grumpy.”

"I not grumpy, thas Grumpy!" Connor giggled and pointed into the lounge of the open floor plan where Jack and Big Jim were sleeping.

Dottie chuckled and tickled him a little, “I meant don’t be a little monster. Mommy missed you today, she told me.”

"She dids?"

“Of course she did, she misses you whenever you’re not with her.”

"I was wif Daddy Stud, I was okay."

“Yeah but that doesn’t mean she can’t miss you.”

"Okay, I goes gets her."

“Want me to come?” Paul asked

"Yep!" He grabbed his big and in his little one and tugged him along.

Together they made their way upstairs, and once on the landing, Paul went to hand CJ the bunch of brightly coloured flowers.

“No, you holds them… I needs to wake Mommy.”

"Okay, okay," Paul whispered with a chuckle. He gently turned the knob and pushed the door open to find you led out on your side, hand tucked under your head and pillow while the other rested between your knees.

CJ made his way to the bed and clambered up, crawling over to you. “Mommy, times to wakes up.”

You inhaled deeply and grumbled a bit, "hey, baby."

“Nanny saids that you missed me.”

"Of course I did!" You rasped, bopping his nose with the tip of your finger. "I always miss you when you're gone."

CJ grinned, “Daddy wins me a bear. I calls him Disco.”

You chuckled, "Great name!"

“And I has some flowers for you.”

"You do?" You smiled, "thank you, baby."

Paul produced the bouquet from his side and Connor took them, handing them to you.

"They're beautiful."

“Like mommy, huh bud?” Paul winked.

"Yeah." He blushed. "Most pretty mommy in the wholes world."

You chuckled, “and you’re the most handsome little boy in the world.”

"Thank you! Can I go play wif my truck now?"

“Can I have a hug first from my little hug bug?”

"Okay," Connor wrapped his arms around your neck and fell into your chest. "I love you, baby." You rubbed his back before in a flash he was gone.

"Hold the railing!" You and Paul both shouted.

Paul took his seat next to you, "HI, Sugar," he bent down and kissed you.

"I was out much longer than Nanny promised." You sighed. "How'd it go?"

“It was good. We had fun, he was chatty. Told me he wants some fish for his birthday like dad.” Paul took a deep breath, “I suggested that we maybe leave Jack here on Tuesday and we can take him to the aquarium.”

"Oh..." you nodded. "Okay."

“You don’t think it’s a good idea?”

"No, I do. I, uh, I don't know, sorry, I'm just waking up, I'm not with it."

“Okay, take your time, we’ll be downstairs.”

You reached for his hand quickly before he could fully stand. "How is he, really?"

Paul squeezed your hand, "he's okay, Sugar, he's nearly three. He's smart, he's funny, he's just feeling these big emotions and doesn't know how to deal with it. And I think we're both expecting him to, which is unrealistic."

"Yeah, okay. I know he's gone through a lot of changes. I was home for four months, we have Jack, now I'm part time and he's in preschool. Oh Paul, I'm so sad over it."

“It’ll work out, I promise. We’ve hit a bump in the road, not a block. I think is making time for him on his own will help him see he’s still as important to us as he ever was.”

"Yeah, okay." You sat up a bit more and sighed. "I'm glad you took him out. Where's Jack?"

“With dad, both of them were asleep when I came up.”

"Which means CJ gonna try and wake th both up so he can play with your dad," you sighed. "

“Don’t stress.” Paul shook his head, “if he wants to play with dad then that’s fine.”

"I'm not," you shrugged.

“Okay, I’ll head down.” He nodded, “no rush.”

"Paul...."

“Yeah?”

"Do you think I'm a good mom?" You asked quietly, tucking your head a bit.

“Oh, Sugar.” He sighed, “of course I do.”

You sniffed with an agreeable nod. "Okay."

He took your hand and kissed your knuckles, “honey, you give everything you have for our boys. You make the house a home, a safe place for them. You do everything you can and love with everything you have. You’re a wonderful momma to them both. There’s no one on this world I’d rather have as a mother to my kids.”

You licked your lips and rolled them back over your teeth, nodding at your husband. "Thank you."

“I’m just telling you the truth, baby.” He gave you a smile, “don’t let this shit with CJ convince you any different.”

"Okay," you sniffed again, "I just need a minute, spalsh some water on my face and I'll be down."

“Take your time.” He leaned down and gave you a soft kiss, “I love you.”

"I love you more," you whispered.

“Uh uh,” he shook his head, his nose brushing yours, “not possible, mama.”

The brush of his nose made your insides flutter. A clang downstairs and the sound of a startled baby crying sprang Paul from your side and you groaned. "Here we go..."

“Sugar,” Paul looked at you, “will you stop flapping, please honey. I got it. Take a moment. You just woke up.”

"Okay, okay," you rolled your eyes.

Without another word, Paul left and headed downstairs.

*****

Part 2: Ride It Out

[lettiesteadygo]

I refuse to start another fic when I’m working on Focus Break butttttttttt.....

HZD fic where the Eclipse/Shadow Carja found out about Aloy’s birth and kidnapped her from Rost (smoosh some timelines together, so it happens when the outsiders take his family.) So Rost is a deathseeker as Aloy grows up under Helis’ tutelage and gets all vicious, and a lot of events happen in the inverse of HZD. 

TLDR Shadow Carja Aloy fic thoughts after the cut

-Rost/Nora Braves attack some sorta Shadow Carja ceremony to rescue Aloy and Rost kills Helis (for daddy issues, yk)

-so as Aloy investigates the Nora, she finds out about the kidnap, and then as she’s finding out about Zero Dawn it also lets her find out more about what the eclipse is really up to

-Maybe this can all happen during the Rebellion, and she gets sucked into stuff with Erend, Ersa, and Avad? fun parallel of invading Meridian instead of saving it

-she look really pretty in Shadow Carja stuff, this is important to me

-maybe Sylens is her foil in the opposite way, in that he’s working against the Eclipse the whole time and that’s why there’s so much beef

[aescela]

I was so mad when my Tebby Bear didn't even get a cameo in FW. Like. Why. Let me see Teb.

A Troubled Guide to the GAIA Gang (2/2) - the honourary members:

(AKA, they should have been part of the team goddamit)

[trulycertain]

You know, as immensely important as Rost is to Aloy, after playing five hundred games about bad, dead, or valiantly-searching-for-kid-type-protagonist fathers, and having so many games centred on Daddy Issues... it’s really nice to see a game so centred on mothers. 

And not just the "babies = happy endings/pregnancy is holy” type, either - unconventional kinds of motherhood, adoptive mothers, transhumanist takes on it, and stories through the lens of adult children who admire their parents with new eyes. It’s unusual to see a story that wants to examine the nature of motherhood rather than taking it for granted, or having background dead mothers that are never mentioned again while being distant offscreen saints.

Yeah. I like that a lot.

[wildlittlefoxsworld]

Hey! I saw you were thirsty for Andy requests and I was wondering if you could do one were reader is possible Merrick’s sibling and they are there when Merrick meets with Copley and they don’t want Merrick hurting people so they head out to try and help the gang? I hope that makes sense and reader falls in love with Andy?

Rescue Mission | The Old Guard | Andy x Fem!Merrick!Reader

A/N: I liked to write this, and at the end there's a little Andy x reader bonding ;)

***

You were the COO of your brothers pharmacy company and worked for him since you graduated from college. Your brother and you had never a good relationship, but you were still family and you took the job to make him a favor. He wanted the best person and you were the best.

You were sitting in the car on the way back from the conference with your brother and Dr. Meta Kozak. But a man named James Copley, a former CIA agent, accompanied you and showed Steven a video that catched his interest.

Steven gave the tablet to Dr. Kozak and you watched it with her. “Is that real?” you asked shocked and your eyes widened.

“Yes, as real as all of us,” Copley responded seriously.

“Get them all. I want them,” Steven demanded and Copled nodded sharply.

“What do you want with them? What does this mean?” you interrupted him angirly.

“They're immortal, sister. And I want to discover their secret, well, Dr. Kozak will and with the knowlegde we could save thousands of life. You will make sure everything runs smoothly and we make profit as soon as possible.”

You gulped when he observed you strictly and you nodded in understanding.

“That will change the world, sister,” Steven added pleased and winked at you.

Suddenly you felt very nauseous and rolled the car window down to get fresh air.

You couldn't believe that your brother wanted to experiment with humans. Innocent humans that would suffer, because of Steven's greed for profit and power in the pharmacy industry.

You didn't agree with his plans and you needed something to do.

“When will they arrive?” you tried to sound professional and looked at Steven and Copley.

“If everything works like planned we will have them here tomorrow.”

“Perfect,” you confirmed and watched the video a second time. You wouldn't let your brother and his team hurt them.

The next morning they brought two men with chained hands in front of their bodies in the private suite that you shared with your brother.

“Welcome gentlemen,” Steven exclaimed and started to explain the men why they were here. The arabic man banged Steven's head with his and Steven attacked him with a paper knife afterwards.

“Steven! Are you insane?” you yelled, but no one paid intention to you, because all watched the man healing and Dr. Kozak mumbled something about the noble price. You shook your head in disbelief and you heard your brother said that he won't ask for any permission. After the events of the last few minutes you realized that there wasn't any moral or compassion inside of your brother or Dr. Kozak.

After the men were numbed and carried in the laboratory, you took deep breaths to calm your racing pulse.

“Sister, watch your tone. I was very patient with you, one more and you're no longer part of this project or company anymore.”

“You're a monster, Steven. Watch out that someone won't stab you with a paper knife some day,” you snapped at him and your voice was filled with disgust and hate.

Steven blinked a few times and looked stunned.

“If you excuse me, I need to work,” you spoke firmly and walked out before he could respond.

You found only the two men strapped down with their torso bare in the laboratory.

Dr. Kozak was no where to see and you approached the sleeping men carefully. You admitted that they were very handsome, despite they were covered in blood. Well, you didn't really have a plan how you could help them, but first they needed to be awake.

“Can you hear me?” you asked quietly and touched the shoulder of the arabic man with the beard.

“Come on, wake up,” you said louder, but he stayed unconscious.

“Don't touch him,” a voice behind you mumbled and you flinched. You glanced at the other man and smiled a little.

“Alright, you're awake, listen to me. I know you see in me enemy and all, but we have no time for this and need to be quick before anyone gets a clue what is going on. I'm sure you're advanced in fighting, because there are many guards outside and if you're capable of disarming them, then you could find a way out of here. I will make your straps off now,” you explained your plan and the man watched you suspicious. Well, of course, he was confused, but you didn't wait for an answer and reached for the straps.

In the next moment the door of the lab was pushed open with a bang and you stopped in your tracks.

“Miss Merrick, I instruct you to step away from the test subjects and put your hands behind your head,” the aimed guard shouted.

You needed to handle fast and unstrapped the man, but you couldn't turn around to his friend, because pain exploded in your back when a bullet hit you there.

Your breath hitched and you broke down on the floor. You were sure the bullet injured your ribs and your lungs, because every try to breath hurt and it felt like you couldn't fill your lungs with air. There was preasure in your chest and your sight got blurry.

You heard Dr. Kozak yelling something, but then everything went dark.

You felt something pulling you out of your unconsciousness and you heard muffled voices. You couldn't remember what happened, but you knew that your body hurt so much when you breathed and you braced yourself for the pain when you inhaled the much needed air. But there wasn't any pain and you took a few more breaths.

You realized you laid on your back and there was a thin white linen over your face, you panicked and pulled the fabric down with your hands. In the process you sat up and looked at five persons that starred shocked at you.

“What the fuck happened?” you cursed and your head spunned for a second.

“You were shot and then you died, we saw it,” one of the persons told you and you recognized him as the man you freed from the straps.

“Am I still dead? No, I'm not, because you can't die and… well, I lose the thread,” you responded and you climbed off the table you had laid on. You looked down on your body, there was a lot of blood and you only wore your skirt and a black bra.

“Why am I almost naked?” you asked dumfounded.

“The doctor tried to save your life, but she failed,” the man explained further.

There were three men and two women. One of the men was blonde and pulled off his leather-jacket to give it to you. “Thank you,” you said relieved and put it on, it was too big, but at least you were covered.

“Seems we got another one,” the arabic man deadpanned and you quirked an eyebrow.

“Welcome to the team,” the brunette woman acknowledged and handed you a gun. “You can handle a this thing?”

“Well, my daddy loved guns and we spend many days on the shooting stand. At least I never miss my target.”

“Well, these are humans…,” the italien man started to explain, but you snorted and loaded the gun.

“I like hunting, and this… it's familiar.” You nodded certainly to show you were determined to fight.

“Let's go,” the brunette woman ordered and you followed them outside the laboratory.

“Y/N,” your brother whispered confused and shocked. “You are alive?”

“Surprise.”

The way to the suite was sustained and you shot so many men you had lost counting. Now your brother pointed a gun on Andy, the brunette woman, and hold an axe in his other hand.

“That's interesting. I should tell you that I odered to shoot you if you wouldn't obey. Well, doesn't matter, I'll shoot her and at least I got one victory out of this…”

You laughed short. “I live, but you'll die today and you won't come back, so you could never hurt anyone of us again.”

“Hey, Nile,” Andy muttered. “You think he speaks russian?”

Then everything went very fast and Nile jumped out of the broken window with your brother. You looked down on the street. “Rest in hell, asshole.”

Andy gave you a side glance and a slight smile.

“You're a very tough and brave. You're a good shooter and on your fighting skills we will work,” she praised you and you felt flattered. A little blush was spreading on your cheeks and you smiled back. You had to admit you felt attracted to her.

A few days later you were with your friends and sort of family somewhere in a unknown cottage in the woods.

You learned that Andy was mortal now and Nicky and Joe were absolute most adorable couple you ever met. The blonde man named Booker was exiled, because he betrayed the group when he helped Copley to kidnap his family members, so your brother could experiment on them.

And you were the new immortal ‘baby’ in the group, well, Nile and you.

“Are you alright?” Andy asked you when she found you sitting in the garden.

“I'm okay. Most of my questions are answered and I need to get used to the thought that I will live for a very long time. It's a bit scary,” you replied and shrugged sighing.

“It will get better.”

“I hope.”

“Can I ask you something?” Andy sounded suddenly nervous and you watched her worriedly.

“Of course,” you encouraged her.

“I know I'm mortal now and I don't have the best expectations for the future… but I would like getting to know you better. Is there any chance you want that too?”

“I don't care if you're mortal or not. I like you anyway and yes, I would like to know you better,” you answered smiling and took her hand in yours.

She smiled back and sat down on the bench beside you.

“I think I'm a little rosted to court someone. But what would you like to do?” Andy suggested.

“We can sit here and telling each other something about our lifes and we see what we both like to do.”

***

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[damnit-samnit]

tbh I could even see dad!Smite kinda like Rost from horizon zero dawn. like, if you know what to look for, it’s obvious he *cares* about his little crotch goblins, but he’ll mostly keep them at an emotional arms length (which, of course, will probs give his kids daddy issues but hey it’s 2019, if you don’t have daddy issues grow up already)

Alexa play daddy issues by Demi lovato

Dude, don’t bring up Rost it’s still too soon. I organically found out I could talk to his grave (as soon as I could I went back there because I’m sensitive) and man, my heart ☹️

I cry so easily when it comes to heartbreak. It’s my number one weakness lmao

[sun-and-shadow-aloy]

Favorite Passage

I have done this one once and went with a passage from a Dragon Age story, so @pikapeppa hit me again ;)

This time I am going to share one of my favorite passages from Seeker of the Nora. It was insanely hard to choose just one but this passage shows how deeply two of the men she loves care for her and she for them. (Also, maybe a bit of a nod to Pika, since she was the one that tagged me ;) )

“So, you’re here. Really here. You risked your life.”

Sylens glared at her for a moment. “Of course, I did. If you’d have been killed, the Nora’s Sacred Mountain would have never given up its secrets.”

This man’s cruelty knew no bounds. He had saved her only so he could continue using her. Here she was thinking that maybe he was actually beginning to care what happened to her, but no. She was simply a prize, a weapon, a tool.

“Too bad you wasted your time. Helis destroyed my Focus and the Alpha Registry with it.” She was tempted to turn her Strider away and continue on to the Sacred Lands without his aid. She knew if she ever saw the man face to face, she’d want nothing more than to punch him.

Sylens laughed then, a small one, but enough to turn Aloy’s attention back to him. “Not at all. The whole time I’ve been monitoring your Focus, I’ve duplicated every data file you’ve scanned. Installing that data to a new Focus was trivially easy. ‘Happy birthday, Isaac. Daddy sure does love his little big man.’ He tossed a new Focus to her and she nearly dropped it in her shock.

She hadn’t heard those words in so long. It used to be her favorite find. Amongst all of the data her Focus had collected, it was the first and the one she watched when she wished for a family of her own. Of course, Sylens must have known this. There were little collection ticks anytime a file was opened. It always showed her, her most viewed files first. Among them were favorite pictures of beautiful landscapes, photos of Avad, Erend, and Nil. Audio and video recordings of times long since past and even one of Rost fishing. That was the first time she’d realized she could capture a video log. He’d had no idea what she was doing, so he sat there and took in the gentle breeze and the cool crisp air. It was him in his element.

“You’re really good at making it impossible to like you. But I guess I need this.” She wouldn’t let him know what some of those images meant to her. She placed the device on her ear and felt a calm settle over her as if she had reattached a piece of herself that had been missing for far too long.

Sylens smiled then. “It’s time to see where you were born. Maybe even learn why.”

Aloy’s frustrations with the man piqued again. “Yeah. Meet the machine that birthed me into this world. Isn’t that how you put it?”

He shut down then, turning his strider away from her. “I’ll be off.”

“Wait,” Aloy said suddenly. Not even sure why she was unwilling to let him wander away.

He turned back to her then. “Yes.”

She wasn’t sure what she wanted to ask him. Many thoughts and questions ran through her mind. She was about to ask but then their attention was drawn to the not so far off distance. A cloud of dust rose, signaling an oncoming horde. Aloy froze. Sylens watched in silence. Both of them seemed wary of whoever was coming.

“Shadow Carja,” she asked.

“Not likely. Coming from the wrong direction.”

This eased a bit of her nerves and she pressed on. “Helis recognized you back in the Sun-Ring. You told me that you’d assisted the Eclipse. Not that you knew the men who killed my… who almost killed me.” She had almost said her father, but she wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of being able to correct her again. Rost wasn’t her biological father and he knew that. It would be one more thing he could throw in her face.

“So, now you know. The man is a serious threat. So let’s do all we can to make sure he and Hades do not succeed.”

She didn’t know what she expected him to say. Maybe some form of argument or some admission of guilt, but as always she got nothing. She sighed, “Right.”

She knew she would get no further answers from him and the dust cloud was drawing ever closer, making Sylens antsy. It was apparent that he did not want to be seen, even if they had just surmised that these people weren’t likely Shadow Carja.

“I’ll be on my way. To make matters worse, Helis ordered an Eclipse detachment to attack the Nora Sacred Land. The tribe’s already weak. They won’t stand a chance. You should come with me.” She knew a fighter lay under his intellectual façade. He wouldn’t have gotten this far if he weren’t.

He huffed. “Absolutely not. I have preparations to make elsewhere. Besides, it looks like you may have more help than you thought.” He gestured to the crowd of men that still drew closer to their position.

Her eyes still weren’t at their best and she tried to squint through the blazing sunlight to see what Sylens meant, but she couldn’t make out what he was trying to tell her.

Before setting his heels into his Strider he handed over one last gift, Shadow Carja armor. He said it would help her should she need to return to Sunfall or Shadow Carja territory. And then he apologized for being needlessly cruel about who or what her mother may be, telling her he did hope it was a who, not a what. That lifted her spirits somewhat, but not as much as the next thing she caught sight of.

Avad’s banner, along with the banner of the Vanguard swung proudly in the hands of the men coming toward her. And at the head of these men, two figures sprinted toward her. One was bulky and in heavy armor. He couldn’t quite keep up with the man ahead of him but he pushed just as hard.

Aloy jumped from her seat on the Strider. Tears sprang to her eyes as the sun’s gleam caught on the white of the Carja armor, made the red feathers glisten. She never thought she would be so happy to see that stupid headdress. He was alive! And he had brought the whole of the Vanguard with him, Erend included.

She raced forward. The tears made her swollen eyes ache but she didn’t care. She needed to touch him, to make sure the Sun wasn’t playing tricks on her. She needed to hold him, to kiss those thick lips and to know he was real. After her battle with the Behemoth, her legs ached, but she pushed through. She would make it to him, even if she collapsed into his arms.

As they closed the distance to each other, Aloy was rewarded with one thing she thought she’d never see. Nil was smiling. A genuine ear-to-ear smile. The last few days must have been just as hard on him as they were on her. To see emotions from him in any capacity was more than she had anticipated and made fresh tears bubble to the surface.

When she was close enough she leapt into his arms. She didn’t know she had the strength left, but somehow she made it and neither of them could help the laughs that sprang from them as they collided. Nil swung her around and buried his face in her neck as she wrapped her arms around him.

“I love you, Aloy. I love you.” He kept repeating the words like a mantra.

Aloy began to believe she would never stop crying. Her heart felt lighter than it had in a very long time, but they continued to spill down her face. With each new revelation the moment brought, it was like a wall was broken letting the rains pour and wash away all of the hurt and pain of the last few months. Hell, the last few days. Neither one of them had been certain that the other had survived. She knew he had made it out of the room before Helis’ bomb went off, but nothing past that. He must have thought the same when he heard the explosion behind him.

When he put her down, she pulled him into a deep kiss. Her heart exploded. She couldn’t contain how she felt about him any more than he could. “I love you, too. Everything about you.”

The moment was broken, but in no way ruined by the sound of someone else coming up behind them. She turned to the sound and opened her arms. Erend pulled her into a tight hug and the tears started anew.

“Fire and spit, Aloy. You have got to stop doing this to me. This is the second time I thought you may be dead.”

He squeezed her so tight that his armor started to hurt but she didn’t care. He was here. She had her rock to see her through this next phase. She had the Vanguard at her back. She had Nil. She might be able to give the Eclipse a real fight.

I believe I have tagged everyone already, so if you are reading this and haven't been tagged yet... consider yourself tagged.

[hawaiiisland]

. Rost coffee beans are beautiful #konacoffee #konakulana . . . #ハワイ島#ハワイ#コナ#コーヒー #コナコーヒー#自然 #農園ツアー#焙煎#農園#パパ#ドッグライフ #個人ツアー#アロハ#bigisland#hawaii#nature#naturephotography #naturelovers #coffee#beautiful #art#farm#daddy#doglife https://www.instagram.com/p/BqQSDZsAjFX/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=iss9edmw3aqw

[anyathebloodshell]

Let's spill a little bit of Tea on this xD

Aloy (from my point of view) Is quite a complex character. She was an Outcast since birth just because some Nora saw her as a curse for being a 'motherless' child. She didn't had so much human contact during her childhood and neither so much human warmth.

Her only human contact was Rost. She didn't call him 'daddy' or 'father'. Yet there was some love by his side, I personally saw for him a second chance to be a father again, however with some limits.

In Zero Dawn we could feel her loneliness as She travels around the world. Facing everything on her own.

She has made some friends during her adventure, but still she was alone, and Sylens being the only 'conctact'.

In Forbidden West, there are some consequences of her being a lone wolf in Zero Dawn, as we could have seen in her reunion with Erend. He was hurt that She left without even waving goodbye.

And yet, Aloy has evolved a lot as a character, She willingly accepts help from her friends (Even though She was a Little hesitant with Erend, perhaps because there's more than friendship but those are my theories and my inner shipper is talking).

Aloy is quite complex, She has the weight of the world,literally, on her shoulders. Perhaps She Is a bit harsh, but She has her own reasons.

That's It folks! The Tea Is spilled ;)

It's weird to watch an Aloy hater playing forbidden west, it's basically 2 hours talking shit about the main character non-stop.

[therainroguefanfiction]

🔥 ℝise Ⱥbove I̾t ◈ Chapter 004 [Thieving Brunette]

📑 Table of Contents | ◂ Backward

Word Count: 1,542 ☁

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〈“Just the way you are. With the self that you’ve got. Shout out to the world.” B.A.P, “Do What I Feel”〉

⊱ ────── {⋅. 🔥 .⋅} ────── ⊰

I followed Blondie through the clothing store, my hands shoved into my pockets. I had changed into a pair of his clothes that were too small for him because I couldn’t stand the pants without pockets that I had been given at the school. Even though they were too small for his beefed-up form, they were baggy on me, but that’s how I preferred my clothes. Most of his clothes were huge, though, so be had no choice but to take me clothes shopping.

My eyes scanned the racks of clothes, looking for anything that caught my eye. I looked around for the t-shirts, finding them on shelves against the back wall. Let’s see… this black one has a tiger on it, that’s nice. Oh, god, is that a shirt with a taco?! I grabbed five taco shirts and one tiger shirt, all of them two sizes too big so they would be baggy on me. I handed them over to Blondie, who was standing nearby looking at the display dedicated to himself. Well, his powered up self, anyway.

I looked through the pants, choosing two pairs of basketball shorts, a blue and a black pair, a pair of jeans and a pair of dark green cargo pants. I glanced back at the display, but Blondie had already moved on. With a shrug, I threw the items over my left shoulder before heading toward the underwear section. My eyes scanned the rows of silk and lace. As I reached the end of the row, my eyes fell onto a grinning face.

I jumped back in surprise, “Fuck!”

The woman snickered, lips curling up into a wide grin. She was wearing one of those gray skirt suits, her platinum blonde hair pulled back into a tight bun that sat on top of her skull. Her serpentine eyes scanned my body. “You stand at five-foot-nine. Your bust is thirty-six inches, waist is twenty-two inches, and hips are thirty-five inches. Very nice proportions, dear.”

My face flushed as I crossed my arms over my chest. “How the fuck do you know that shit?!”

She snickered again, tapping the skin underneath her golden eye. “It’s my quirk. I can guess anyone’s measurements, both male and female, with one hundred percent accuracy!”

What kind of half-assed quirk is that?!

“One moment,” she held up a manicured finger before turning around and going back the way she came. She returned seconds later holding the thinnest piece of fabric I’ve ever seen in my life. Made of black lace, it was more string than anything. “You would look gorgeous in this!”

“Over my fucking dead body,” I deadpanned, pushing past her.

“W-Wait a minute!” She grabbed my shoulder, ignoring the glare I gave her. “I have never had a disappointed client in my life. Trust me, and all of your dreams will come true!”

Do people actually buy this shit? “My dreams, huh.”

She nodded enthusiastically with wide eyes and a grin stretched from ear to ear. She looked more like a serial killer. “Tell me what your heart desires most!”

This bitch is creepy as fuck. “My heart desires for you to get the fuck out of my face and leave me alone.” I yanked my shoulder free, leaving her standing there with her mouth gaping open. What an absolute tool bag. How many women has she taken advantage of?

I wasn’t into all this lace and frilly shit, it just didn’t interest me. I just want some simple boyshorts made of that comfortable, soft cotton.

I looked through the value packs, trying to find one with designs that weren’t ugly as hell. As I moved them aside to get a look at the ones in the back, something caught my eye. Shoved against the wall was a pack with the coolest designs I had seen so far – a cute blue pumpkin with a smile, a repeating cat pattern against an orange backdrop, and… are those tacos? Fuck yes they are!

With a grin, I started removing the packs from the hook so I could grab it. Why the hell couldn’t they make these things with actual hooks so you don’t have to go through a mountain of product to get the one you want? Whatever, it was worth having to put them all back one by one.

As I stood up, I noticed Blondie loitering around just outside the underwear section. If he was trying to look inconspicuous, he was failing miserably. Is this guy really the symbol of peace? I thought back to everything he had said yesterday. I guess he ain’t so bad. Seems kinda dorky so far, though.

Shaking my head, I headed toward the bra section. A sports bra would be best since it’s comfortable and made with movement in mind. Should I go with a plain one or try for a pattern? I doubt there’s a… I looked to my right, eyes widening. Sparkles surrounded the black bra, a beautiful taco printed in the center. The straps were striped with black and orange. It was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen in my life and I wanted it. I reached out for it, but just as my fingers brushed the soft fabric, it was snatched away.

“I’m sorry, did you want this?”

My eyes snapped over, locking with violet. The girl was smirking as she held the hanger on her finger, shaking it back and forth. I bit back the insults that rost to my tongue. “Yes, I would like that, please.”

She hummed, puckering her glossy peach lips. “Nah,”

I watched in stunned silence as she turned, her brunette ponytail nearly slapping me in the face. “O-Oi!” I grabbed her shoulder with a snarl. “You saw me reaching for it, bitch!”

She scoffed, glaring back at me. “What’s your point? You should’ve been faster, grandma.”

Grandma?! “You little fu -”

Someone cleared their throat and I glanced over, catching Blondie’s eyes as he looked between us. “Is everything alright, young Jen?”

“Aww, did daddy come to save you?” She pouted, fighting back a grin. “How cute,”

This bitch is just like Skye and Heather. My eyes narrowed, but before I could grab her, Blondie stepped between us, shaking his head. My hands balled into fists at my side. I just wanted to punch her.

She laughed loudly as she headed for the front of the store.

I turned back to the wall of bras with a scoff. I really wanted that taco bra, it was so beautiful… man, this blows. Feeling defeated, I grabbed a plain black bra and headed for the checkout, Blondie following close behind. There were only two checkout lanes and he steered me toward the one that girl hadn’t chosen. She kept smirking over at me and waving the bra around like she had just won the fucking gold medal.

“Young Jen,”

“What,”

“I’ll be right back,” He carefully handed me the rest of my items before leaving the store.

Where the hell is he going? He has to pay! The line moved and I stepped up, meeting the eyes of the creepy measurement chick. Fuck’s sake, I think I’m cursed. She was still grinning widely, but it didn’t seem as enthusiastic as the first time we met.

“Did you find everything you were looking for, miss?”

I glanced behind her at the brunette who was handing the taco bra to her cashier. “Sure,” I muttered, handing her the items. Where did Blondie go? Did he really ditch me?

Suddenly the store erupted into gasps and squeals. I saw the thieving bitch’s eyes grow wide as her face flushed red. She looked like she was meeting her soul mate in a shoujo anime.

A heavy arm fell over my shoulders and I scowled, turning my head to chew out whoever was touching me, only to find Blondie in his hulked out form, smiling widely. “I apologize for being late!”

The women swooned at his first. Most of these chicks are pretty old, too…

I caught the gaze of the brunette, whose mouth was opening and closing like a fish out of water. Her wide eyes were darting between me and him. That’s when I noticed the All Might plush and keychain that the cashier was currently trying to hand back to her. So that’s it, then. This was his getting revenge for me in his own weird way. That’s nice and all, but… I fucking hate attention.

Blondie paid the bill and apologized to those asking for autographs and pictures before steering me out of the store, the bags in his hands. He made sure we weren’t being followed before leading me into an alleyway, waiting a moment before letting his muscled form slip away.

“Let’s go home,” he said, tiredly, stepping back onto the sidewalk.

I followed, falling in step beside him. “Thanks for that, Blondie. The look on her face was fucking priceless.”

He smiled, patting my shoulder. “You’re very welcome,”

I grabbed his wrist, giving him a sadistic smile. “But if you ever do that again, I’ll make your life a living hell~”

His eyes widened in surprise as he came to a stop. I kept walking, feeling his gaze on my back.

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[lenin-it-to-win-it]

happy girthday

Summary: when chuuyas villainous twin brother cyuya murders his weed dealer ranpo, chuoya attacc, but he also protecc

Notes: crackfic won the poll so i figure what better way to celebrate fanfic writer appreciation day or whatever its called than with some good ol fashioned meme fuckery and bagel ass eating, have fun kids

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“romeo no homeo, wherefore art that tight little ass romeo?” chuuya grunted hornily as he jacked himself off over a balcoeny. he’d gotten drunk off his ass watching the 2004 phantom of the opera movie adaptation with jerard butler in it again which always put him in teh mood 4 dicks n secks. unfortunely for chungus nobody loved him enuff to squeeze his sweet summer sausage. chyuuya began 2 cri.

“o woe is me” he sobbed, sadly storking his half-limp shrimp dick “i wish I had a romeo of my very own 2 take big hits off my beef bong and/or fuck me senseless on top of a shandeleer”

ranpo appeered out of NOWHERE with 3 bongs up his ass and 2 to seven blunts crammed in each arousedly quvering nostril. “did sOMEBODY say WEED????”

“i sed bong” chuuya repleyed angrily crossing his arms and also his dick

ranpo poked chuuyas dick with his extendable flexible sexily bendable scrotal snake. “IS THAT A WEED” he shrieked as his noot-noot started doin the shoot-shoot.

kermet the frog burst thru the door like the cool aids man and shanked rabpo to deth with a giant ass green crayawn that was actuelly his frock (frog cock). “ITS NOT WEED U PEACE OF SHIT STONER” he scremed as he beat the shit out of ranpo

ranpo dragged  his bloody pulp of manggled flesh toweard chuuya useing his weener like a grappleing hook. “o daddy” he whimpered tragically. he coughed up blood, nut, and ten to pounds of the devils lettceplay. “i am the ded” he died.

while chooya was crieying/nutting over the smushed up corpse of the artest formerly known as ranppo, kermot creped toerd the bodey and snagged up the weed with his long veiny tongue.

“YOU IGNORANT FOOLS” he cried swelling to his magestic height of 5’3” as his boner swelled to ITS majestic height of 6’8”. his frog skin slid away to revel a green tracksoot with wite stripes and he tore off a rubber mask so his radient orange hair could flow freely except it couldnt cuz it wass matted with nut and also the blood of his enemies. there was no noddle. “ITS FITNESS TIME MOTHERFUCKERS!”

chuuya GASPEd. “cYUYU HAKOSHO??!??” he exclammed. he remmaried the clam and then exclaimed “HOW UNFORESKINNABLE”

“thats rite slut!” said cyuya smugly as he shoved each tender leaf of mariagge iguana up his tite little ass. “trembol in fear, for u and ur loose buttholed compainon rampo never stood a chance! its time for u to fitness gram pacer test-“ he wipped out a glock and also his erecktion “-DEATH” cyuya stuck his sexin’ noodle into the trigger and flexed it to shoot chuuya in the hed

“YALLDVE GONNA GET REKT PARDNER” yelled chuoya angerly as he leapt in front of chuuya and proteccted him  from cyuyas rath. the bullet rebounded off chuoyas rock hard erection and hit cyuya in the dick hole. cyuya collapsed in a heap of corpse.

chuoya cradled chuuyas head in his bara tiddys. “yehaw buddy youve been thru a rough ridin’ rooty tootin’ ready for shootin’ kinda day aint ya pal?”

chuuya sniffled and wiped his nose nut onto chuoyas hair noddle as he fondled the tiny sheriff badges chuoya wore over each perky nipple. “i most certainly have good comrade” he whimpered sexily. “pls, wipe of my tears with ur cowboy crotch cable”

“ill do ya one better m’pardner” chuoya replied tipping his hat and winking with all three eyes, “ill make ya brekfast”

“just dont make it tWO fast if u now wat i mean” sed chuuya seductively as he spred his noddle limbs wide for his cowboy compainon. one of his legs brushed over ranpos ded bodey so he moved it back. “take ur tim daddy”

chuuya was dissapointed when it turned out chuoya actuaely ment that he was making brekfast. “o” he sighed disapointedly “so when u sed u’d make brekfast, u ttoaley ment it”

chuoya took 8 bagels out of the toster. “wat else could i possibley hav ment? now shov these up ur ass”

“now ur talkin dady!” chuuya shrieked exceitely as he opened up his buttholeio with glee

chuoya slowly and tenederly insulted the bagles into chuuyas ass. “get in there u punk bitch motherfuckERES” he roared “ur bagel mothers never loved u! that outfit makes ur bagle ass look too flat for a rap song!” the bagels sobbily lept into chuuyas anus

“i am packed to the brim with bagely goodness” chuuya whimpered satisfiedly “now pack me with ur schleen queen 2017!”

chuoya tenderly inserted his titanic tallywacker into chuuyas fresh young asshole so preceisly and smartly that it went thr the holes in the bagels and pulled them all out at once like a shishkabob. “happy girthday bitch” he whispered sexily into chuuyas poop chute.

chuuya nutted 17 times at once! chuuya and chuoya ate bagels rosted on a fire they made out of cyuya and rnapos corpses and they all fucked happily ever after the end

[timemachinegirl]

With the release of Horizon Zero Dawn and Mass Effect Andromeda (ME: A), March was a busy month for gaming. I’ve been playing ME:A since it released and have been enjoying the game overall (despite a few frustrations, gripes, and not feeling invested until more than a few hours in). Since Horizon was the last game I played before ME:A, I couldn’t help but make a few comparisons between the games even though they are different in many ways, which led me to think about the narrative hook or pull of each game. Warning: minor spoilers ahead.

Arguably, I believe Horizon has the stronger opening. The story, as a whole, has its flaws, but I felt drawn to Aloy and her journey of self-discovery from the beginning. Plus she’s snarky, inquisitive, and a certified badass. ME:A‘s Sara Ryder or Scott, depending on which twin you choose, isn’t quite as compelling, which is a shame because colonizing a new galaxy among various threats should be exciting.

In Horizon players are introduced to a young Aloy who is outcast and teased. She’s rather adorable-looking in her obstinate way, and I found myself smiling at the little pip from the start. So Horizon gets +1 for introducing Aloy as a baby first and then showing her as a child to adulthood. Having an orphaned protagonist develops pathos early on, and that sympathy is only strengthened as Aloy pushes to discover her mother’s identity and her own true origins.

Sara Ryder is an educated woman with experience working with both the Alliance military and with scientists. She’s inquisitive and is driven to ensure success in the Andromeda galaxy. Beyond that, ME: A doesn’t give players much incentive to feel attached to Sara from the beginning. Sure, I know that Sara has a brother and a father, but much of who Sara is, and who she will be, is dependent on the player’s choices and what is revealed as the game progresses. This isn’t a bad thing; I’m used to games granting players the ability to step into the game and become the protagonist, but because of this, Sara feels like more of a shell than Aloy.

Which brings me to father figures. Both games feature “dads” from the start: Horizon has Rost and ME: A has Alec. While Alec is the biological father of the twins, Rost is an adoptive parent given the task of raising Aloy by the matriarchs.

One of the reasons I found myself liking Rost was because he too is an outcast living at the fringe. He’s not allowed to socialize or talk to anyone and then suddenly his life changes when he is given this little baby to care for. It’s heartwarming. +998999 to Horizon. ;)

Ahem. On the other hand, Sara’s dad is down to business. He’s serious and perhaps a little cold even to his children. He’s not the dad who is going to encourage you with loving words. Instead, he’ll take the training wheels off before giving you a shove down the driveway. If you fall down, he’ll prop you back up and tell you to try again. I might be exaggerating slightly, but the “softest” we see Alec is still twice as hard as Rost’s most frustrating moment dealing with an obstinate Aloy.

Maybe that’s part of it. Rost is more endearing than Alec, but that still plays a part in how engaged I was with each game. Combine that with each fathers’ relationship with their children and the picture starts to clear. Aloy is full of character, and Rost is likeable. Sara is a bit flat, and her father is distant. When compared, the first duo comes across as being more genuine.

Beyond the initial relationships of each game, the voice acting also plays a part in likeability and engagement. I’m more than a few hours into ME: A, and it has occurred to me that the quality of the voice acting is a bit off. However, I think that has more to do with the game’s writing than the talent of the actors. Which makes me wonder, does it all come down to the writing?

After all, it’s difficult to care for Sara being thrust into the position of Pathfinder, daddy’s shoes, after her father’s death when those events happen so quickly. The player barely has time to figure out what buttons do what when what should be an incredibly emotional and defining moment happens to a protagonist we know next to nothing about. The emotional draw isn’t there yet; it hasn’t had time to develop. And while Rost’s death occurs early on in Horizon, players get to see his interaction with Aloy—his love and frustration—which adds dynamic to the game’s early hours. I cared about Rost because he seemed real and because of Aloy’s relationship with him.

Games don’t need to spend hours developing relationships between characters. In fact, Horizon is a wonderful example of how to establish an important relationship in a matter of minutes. What seems to set these two games apart has to do with the nature of each protagonist (Aloy is a fleshed out character that the player experiences while players have more agency in defining who ME:A‘s protagonist is), the depth of each games’ writing, and the emotional layering of relationships created early on.

I would be curious to know what you think about each games’ early hours. Did you find Horizon Zero Dawn or Mass Effect: Andromeda engaging from the beginning?

Narrative Pull & Engagement: Horizon & Mass Effect: Andromeda With the release of Horizon Zero Dawn and Mass Effect Andromeda (ME: A), March was a busy month for gaming.

[berylliumliumite]

[ID: an image of a white man with his hand over his mouth. There is text saying “hold on a second. Man, hold on a second. End ID]

[ID: text that says #Daddy sure does love his little big man #I mean. That was the first time sb said hi to her besides rost so... . End ID]

DONT EVEN TALK ABT HOW THATS PROBABLY HER FIRST GOOD HUMAN INTERACTION BESIDES ROST ILL START CRYING

do u guys think aloy rewatches the 'happy birthday isaac' video whenever she's feeling down