#daddy issues are really hard. i like to joke about it but it hurts a lot sometimes

[thecapricunt1616]

Daddy!Carmy at his 2nds birth

Call me cringe but fuck it !!!!!

Let’s talk Carmy during an unmedicated birth. Holy shit. He would be… scared. Like. Seeing his girl in such pain would lowkey make him woozy that he couldn’t help. Fr while you were groaning through contractions ofc he would be holding your hand but…(more BTC)

Really as soon as you get to the hospital, bc let’s be real who wants to be there before they’re a minute apart and you’re literally crowning? And ofc by that stage since you waited for so long - there’s no such thing as an epidural so Carmen would be shaking with nerves bc he knows you’ve been grunting and nearly screaming in pain all night and he knows labor only gets worse he’d be mentally buckling In.

You’d call Pete and Nat (or Syd, let’s be real) to watch your first so you could go to the hospital. By the time you’d get there and your doula met you, and told you you were 9 dilated and she just had to break your water and you’d probably be pushing within 30 minutes you were elated considering your first, much like Carmy was a long, intense, and most of all exhausting labor that lasted over 48 hours - so the way this one was ready to head out in less then 24 had you more than pleased.

By the time you really had the urge to push he would be standing at your side knowing the time from your first delivery. The second you told him you “felt scared” he would be at your side, holding your leg and dipping a washcloth in cold water, dabbing it on your forehead and reminding you of how the last time you “weren’t sure you could do it” you delivered a beautiful, healthy baby boy with no problems and that he was waiting at home so excited to become a big brother.

“Shut up. I can’t. I can’t Carmen it’s too hard -“ you groaned, gripping the bedside so hard your knuckles went white and you felt like the noise you let out was something akin to an angry grizzly bear as another contraction washed over your back and stomach. You looked at him, eyes narrowing “you fucking did this to me! Fuck you!” You growled, shifting uncomfortably if you could even call it that.

“That’s normal” one of the nurses that was holding your other leg said and you shot her a glare, quickly losing all other feeling as the overwhelming urge to push washed over you. It didn’t matter how bad it hurt or how hard it was, push was the only thought you had. You were nearly screaming in effort and Carmy was looking at you like he was about to pass out in fear and your doula patted one of the nurses to tap you out and told her it was time for a break and for you to change positions because your back was clearly doing no good.

At this time Carmy would rest his forehead on yours, stroking your cheek lovingly and would whisper “y’doin so good, baby. So good, angel. Princess is jus’givin us a hard time, huh? She’s stubborn like her dad yea?” He joked, earning the smallest smile from you.

“I-i think” you sniffled back your tears “I think- on my knees- maybe? That helped with little dude” he stroked your single tear away with the back of his forefinger.

“That’s a great idea, Angel. Always know what to do, want me to help you?” He asked gently and your lip quivers

“I’m scared” you whisper, tears pooling over your lash line.

“Oh- Angel” he said gently, stroking your tears away “you know there’s nothing to be afraid of, mm? Y’body did amazing the last time- that’s just fear talkin’, your beautiful perfect body delivered baby cub with no issues, so she’s gonna be the same” he carefully stroked your sore belly.

You sniffled, pouting for a moment before asking the nurses for help putting the bars down on Carmys side so he could support you like last time while you sat on your knees. Two stray tears fell from Carmys eyes and he squeezed your hand, bringing it to his lips and kissing it.

He helped you through another exhausting contraction before helping you ease on your knees and gently rubbing your back as you rocked back and forth groaning through another contraction when the last was less then a minute before.

“Good girl- good breathing baby,” he kissed your shoulder, feeding you more ice chips when you huffed your mouth felt dry again.

“Gotta push- gotta- h-hold my hand” you squeaked, clutching Carmys hand for dear life as you pushed harder then you thought was possible, grunting all the way through and you were honestly suprised when you heard the nurse say

“C’mon dad! Baby’s nearly out come catch her- momma one more big push you can do it -“

And with one more deep breath and a big growl you heard Carmy gasp and your baby start to cry before the nurse said

“Congratulations! It is absolutely still a girl- momma hold on just one more second I’m cutting the cord here and daddy will go ahead and put baby on your chest” you sobbed yourself hearing your little girl cry, falling to your hip as soon as the nurse said it was ok and rolling on your back, unclipping your nursing delivery gown to see Carmy was crying just as hard as you were

“Give her - give her oh my god, hi princess” you cried as Carmy laid her on your chest, kissing her cheeks and forehead as she wailed. “She’s so beautiful-“ you cried, head falling to the pillow in exhaustion

“She’s perfect, she’s amazing princess- look at her her lungs are so strong” he kissed your forehead before hers “strong just like her mama” he sniffled, stroking her cheek as you settled her on your breast to eat.

“I love you, thank you. Thank you for giving me her” you whispered, resting your tired forehead against his shoulder.

He chuckled a bit, kissing your temple “are you kidding? It’s me who should be thanking you for the rest of my life”

[titaswrld]

daddy issues!

description: wade comforting you after having some serious daddy issues!

paring: wade wilson x fem reader

contains: angst, comfort, some dark themes, kinda 18+, daddy issues, dark descriptions of alcoholism, homelessness, just kinda sad

w.c: 1.7k

|an: lowk self indulgent highkey sad, i feel like this is kinda butt but lmk, also couldn’t decide if it should be wade pre or post deadpool so it’s up for you 🫵🏽 to decide. smut next i promise.

your dad has been a reoccurring factor in your life since you were nine; your parents divorced, he fell off the wagon, and he was almost a deadbeat alcoholic. except, despite it all, that was your daddy. that’s what hurt the most. you loved him, and he loved you, but he loved alcohol more.

your relationship with your dad was hard. he was your hero growing up; he was the coolest person you knew. playing his guitar, showing you the best kind of music, making you the best food, and showing you the best of film when he was sober. when he was drunk, he was unhinged and emotional, always terrorizing anybody and anything in his path.

as you grew up, you learned to just shut him out, accepting him for who he was. He tried rehab; it didn’t work. after he missed your high school graduation, your eighteenth birthday, and your college graduation, you learned to accept him when he’s sober and shut him out when he’s not. it wasn’t worth it. you spent half of your teenage years convincing him to quit; you spent too long trying to show him how much his drinking affected the people around him, but no dice. you learned to “forgive” him for the lost time, or more so, just get over it—the trauma, all of it. It still affected you, but convincing yourself you were “healed” worked better in your favor, as opposed to dwelling on what cannot be fixed.

it’s been a year since you’ve seen him face-to-face, and despite the occasional text telling your dad you love him and little life updates with the occasional response, he didn’t know much. a lot has changed about your life since then. that loser boyfriend your dad knew of, you dumped. a few months later, you meet your boyfriend, wade wilson. he was a character, and you loved him for it. you wish your dad could’ve met him before the alcohol got to his brain; he would’ve loved him.

honestly, you don’t think about your dad often, but when you do, you really go through it. it’s hard to hear how he’s doing, knowing his health is slowly declining, knowing you’ll never get your old daddy back; all these memories with him are just memories now, and you’re likely to never experience things like that with him again. Wade knew of this; he knew all about your dad. and he hated his guts, which he knew upset you, but he couldn’t help it.

he knew you were blindsided by the love you had for your father, but he fucking wasn’t. hearing about the things he’s done to you, the things he put you through, the things he wasn’t there for, and the way he traumatized you, he thought he was nothing but a selfish asshole, but of course he never said those words to you; all he did was hold you as you spoke about it and wipe your tears as he calmed you down with crude jokes, your favorite chick flicks, and takeout.

wade had his own daddy issues, but he killed his dad in cold blood, so he knew to just keep his mouth shut on the matter and do his boyfriend duties, comforting you and making sure that at the end of the day that you were okay.

today, you and wade were sitting on your bed, watching ta, and eating your favorite snacks.. until your stomach dropped as you saw that you received a text from your dad.

Hi, beautiful daughter. 😘

nothing bad, good…good. he seemed sober enough, so you decided to type out a response. hiding your phone from wade, as he laughed at something that happened in the show, he always told you to stop responding to him: “he’s drunk, he’s alone, and he wants someone to. bother; don’t let that drunk fuck ruin your days like that.” he’d always tell you..you never listened.

Hey dad! What’s up?

when your phone started ringing with an incoming call from "Daddy🩷,", you knew you were screwed. he always called you when he was drunk, and you always ignored him, saying you had bad signal, or were out and about, and he’d keep calling back and fourth until he eventually gave up.

“fuck!” you exclaimed. wade turned his head to see why you had shouted, and when he found out why, his expression dropped. jesus christ. but wade was sensing something off; you kept staring at the screen, your thumb inching toward the green button, as opposed to the one that read “message” to type out an excuse.

“youre going to accept the call? have you been smoking too much ganja? you need to lay off sweetheart.” he’d stated, wide-eyed and bewildered, that you’d accept the call. you always told him about what he’d say when you’d occasionally accept those calls.

“i kind of dug myself into a hole; he knows i’m on my phone. i can’t just ignore it, plus it’s been months. can..can you just stay in the room, please? i’ll put it on speaker; if it gets too much, i’ll just hang up. i can’t be alone when i talk to him.” you responded, panicking, trying to get all the words out before the phone stopped ringing. you knew it was stupid, but you felt so bad. you didn’t have the heart to ignore him today, knowing he was drunk and alone. you were all he had.

wade audibly sighed, seeing you so panicked and scared. how could he say no to you? “okay, okay, yes, answer it.”

you let out a shaky breath and answered the phone. you and wade heard a drunken “hey princess!” and you responded. long story short, it was the most transforming, life-altering, traumatizing conversion of your life. he told multiple stories, telling you about how he’s friends with all of these celebrities, having meetings with keanu reeves and brad pitt, how he was homeless and living on the streets for weeks until he finally found a hotel to stay at, how he got jumped, died for 8 minutes, then came back, how he’s famous, and how your mom was using him for fame.

all these stories proved to you how far gone he really was and how he’s not the same dad you knew and loved. you sat at the edge of the bed listening to every one, letting out the occasional response while tears threatened to spill down your cheeks. wade watched with a sad expression on his face. he rubbed your back to let you know he was there and you weren’t alone.

but then your dad started talking about how sorry he is, how sorry he is that he didn’t attend your high school graduation, how sorry he is that he hasn’t been much of a daddy these past few years, how he misses you and wishes he could hold and hug his beautiful daughter, and how proud he was that you were his daughter. how he was so proud of you and all your accomplishments.

as he started talking about this, his voice cracking and your drunken slur fading, you’d crawled into your boyfriend's lap, phone in hand, and hot tears rushing down your cheeks. this is when he started showing that he was still there; pieces of him were still in tact. you wanted to save him so badly, but that wasn’t your job, and even if there was no way to achieve that, he was gone, and you knew that.

wades expression began to crack as he felt a pang in his chest. as he felt your body wrack with more silent sobs, he cradled you in his lap, his nose nuzzled into your scalp, placing a lasting kiss so you knew he was still there. listening to everything your dad told you—in the flesh, he couldn’t believe it. the way he got mad at you for begging him to stop being so negative, the way he got mad and told you he wasn’t worth your tears once he heard your sniffles and strained voice—he’s never wanted to kill someone more, but knowing it would break your heart, of course he refrained. wade had never been this silent in his entire life.

after an hour of holding back, wade finally tapped the mute button in the middle of another one of your dad's drunken rambles.

“hang up; it’s over; it’s done with; you don’t need to listen to him anymore,” he stated sternly.

“i can't—i can't—he has nobody else.” you looked up at him, cheeks red and puffy, eyes sunken and swollen. he could hardly stand looking at you this way.

“babe, hang up the phone. i-i can’t look at you like this, and listen to the things he’s saying to you.” he said, sincerity laced within his tone and a worried expression plastered on his face.

you unmuted and gave your father an unbelievable excuse that he fought against but ultimately gave up on after you wouldn’t let up. after your dad hung up, you got off of wade's lap, reclaiming your seat at the edge of the bed. looking like a shell-shocked soldier, you put your head in your hands and wracked out more sobs as your body shook along with them.

“lt’s okay, honey; let it all out.” wade said from your side as his hand slid under your shirt and on your back as he began to rub small circles on your exposed skin.

as you began to calm down, you wiped your tears. your eyes were finally tired of all the crying, and your chest was in unbelievable pain from all the sobs that had escaped your lips. you said nothing as you climbed into bed, curling up into his chest as he took you in kindly, bringing the bedsheets up over the both of you to conceal you in the warmth of himself and the blanket.

“i know exactly what you’re going to want after this,” he said, cradling you in his chest and stroking your hair.

“what?” you said, your voice hoarse and muffled in his chest.

“hmmm… you’ll want to cook dinner together while we listen to chappell roan…watch she’s the man... then have hot, mushy, passionate sex.” he said in a matter-of-fact tone with some playfulness laced in between.

“wow, you know me so well.” you laughed into his chest, sending vibrations through his body, which caused a smile to break out on his face, bingo.

“well, looks like we better start soon huh?” he said, getting out of bed and flinging you over his shoulder like a rag doll to the kitchen. heart swelling as he heard more of that laughter he knows and loves.

[taeyongdoyoung]

summary: things between you and your mom escalate and you make the impulsive decision to move in with your online friend who saves your life and shines like the brightest star... pairing: seonghwa x reader genre: angst, fluff, smut; online friends to roommates+lovers warnings: swearing, mommy issues, suicidal thoughts, insecurities, crying, pet names, eating out, blowjob, protected sex, praise kink, mommy kink, one (1) bad star wars joke, the nbhd references, subspace (kinda?), lowkey possessive hwa, one bed trope (but there is a couch, they just ignore it) author's note: this is incredibly personal and i felt so vulnerable while writing it but i better post it real quick before i chicken out 🙃 the title is inspired by the neighbourhood's daddy issues (remix) even though reader has mommy issues lol word count: 4.3k

You are cooped up in your room, physically shaking. You have no tears left to cry so you are laughing hysterically at the absurdity of it all. You were so tired of it. You love your mom, you really do. You would never do anything to harm her. But you are absolutely sick of the way she was treating you. Always belittling your interests, not letting you go out past a certain hour even though you were old enough to do so, yelling at you for the smallest mistakes, suffocating you with her unrealistic expectations, saying you were stupid and would never amount to anything if it hadn't been for her strict parenting style, even though you had practically sacrificed your mental health and social life to get high grades. And whenever you brought up all the ways in which she'd hurt you, she would try to gaslight you and pull shit like: "I never said that." "You're being overdramatic." "You're so ungrateful." All your friends said you deserved better. They tried their best to support you emotionally. But words could only do so much. You need out. If you stayed another moment in this toxic environment, you felt like you would do something terrible to yourself. Something there was no coming back from.

The only person you feel like talking to right now was your online friend Seonghwa. You'd met him on a Star Wars forum eight months ago and you'd been talking to each other pretty much every free minute. He was your light in the darkness and brought you so much happiness you couldn't remember what your life before him had been like. He always knew just what to say and comforted you like nobody else could. And when you didn't feel like talking, he distracted you successfully by organizing streaming sessions for the two of you. He is, for lack of a better word, perfect. There is only one downside. He lives thousands of kilometres away from you.

You: Talk to me. About anything. Please? Starshine98: What happened??? You: I don't wanna talk about it. I don't even wanna think about it. Starshine98: Got it. Your mom, right? You: Is my tragic existence so transparent? Starshine98: Whatever she said, you know it's not your fault. You: I know. But Hwa…it hurts so much I feel like dying. I can't do this anymore. Starshine98: Don't say that. You are so important to me. And to your friends. And to your mom, as well, even if she has a messed up way of showing it. You: Still….I need to get out of here as soon as possible but I can't do that without getting a stable job first. And it's so hard to find one. Starshine98: What if you came to live with me? My apartment has enough space for two… You: You live across the world? I can't even afford a plane ticket. Starshine98: Don't worry about money, I'll send you an E-ticket. You: I can't ask you to do that… Starshine98: You're not asking, I'm offering. You're going through something traumatic and you obviously need a change of scenery. I'm not asking you to stay with me forever, just for as long as you need to take care of your mental health. Just say the word and I'll buy the ticket. You: This is far too generous of you. Starshine98: I'm not as selfless as you think. I'm so worried about your well-being that keeping an eye on you myself would help me sleep better at night. You: Sweet. Starshine98: So? What do you say? You: Fuck it. Let's do this.

A couple of minutes later you receive a digital plane ticket from Seonghwa. The feeling of staring at it is so surreal you feel like you might pass out. You quickly pack only the bare essentials into a bag and scribble a letter to your parents. You know your mom will be furious and your dad will be worried sick but still, you want to leave the apartment while she's still asleep to avoid the confrontation. This is the best decision you could have possibly made in this situation. And for the first time in forever, you are finally doing something impulsive, something crazy without asking for permission. And damn, does it make you feel alive.

As you get off the plane, your eyes scan the airport for Seonghwa. You debate turning on your phone but then you would be faced with missed calls from your parents and right now, you are not ready to face the reality of what you've done. Luckily enough, you quickly spot a large sign with your name on it. It's him! You rush through the crowd and directly into his arms. He drops the sign in disbelief and gives you the tightest hug possible. This is insane. You can't believe you're actually here.

"Hi, sweet girl," Seonghwa says and his voice sound even lovelier than during the video chats you've had with him.

"Hi, starshine," you chuckle nervously.

"How was your flight?" he asks.

"Couldn't wait for it to be over," you admit.

"Yeah? You wanted to see me that bad?" Hwa teases you.

"More like couldn't wait to visit Seoul," you joke. "Go sightseeing."

"Sorry to disappoint but I'm taking you home first."

Home. You liked the sound of that.

"This is my room, this is the living room, this is the kitchen and this is the bathroom. Any questions?" Seonghwa inquires after he's done showing you around his apartment.

"Um, not to sound ungrateful but…where will I…you know, sleep?" you ask.

"My room, obviously. I'll take the couch in the living room," Hwa shrugs.

"What? No, Hwa, I can't…this is your apartment. I would feel so guilty I wouldn't fall asleep at all."

"Do you have another suggestion?"

"Duh! I will sleep on the couch!"

Seonghwa shakes his head, visibly distressed by the idea.

"It's pretty cold in the living room. You'll be more comfortable in my room."

"Well…we could share the bed, then? You do have a king size. If…that's okay with you."

"Are you sure?" Hwa wants to know.

You nod without thinking too much into it.

"You're my best friend and I just moved across the world. Sharing a bed with you does not worry me."

"Alright. Let me know if you need anything, I'll try to get it for you."

"Right now I just need a hug."

Seonghwa abides by your wishes and soon enough, the two of you find yourselves cuddling under the warm blanket. Minutes later you are crying and spilling the beans about your latest fight with your mom. When you tell him the whole story, he feels like throwing up.

"H-how could she say that to her own d-daughter?" Hwa stammers in disbelief.

You notice tears falling down his beautiful cheeks and trace a finger against his skin.

"Honestly? I'm kinda used to it. But it was so bad I couldn't take it anymore."

"You're not supposed to. You're a literal angel, I don't understand her behaviour at all."

You give him a sad smile.

"I'm not a saint, either. I mean, I've kept secrets from her and stuff. I just wish things could get resolved by communicating but she always refuses to hear my side of the story."

"The only reason why you've kept secrets was to protect your sanity. She's being unreasonable for not letting you follow your passions. What kind of a parent would say such harmful things?"

"Right?" you laugh bitterly. "You get me like no one else."

Seonghwa strokes your hair lovingly and kisses your forehead.

"My darling girl. You deserve so much better."

"Sometimes I wish you were my mom," in a moment of intense vulnerability, you murmur without thinking but the words are already out of your mouth and it's too late to take them back.

"W-what?" Hwa appears taken aback.

"S-sorry, I don't know what's gotten into me," you cover your face with your hands.

"Say it again. Please."

You take a peek nervously. His reaction is not one of disgust as you feared but rather…curiosity?

"I wish you were my mom," you repeat, your cheeks flushed with color.

"Do you know what I'd do if I were your mom?" Seonghwa asks.

You shake your head, desperately needing to hear what he's thinking.

"If you were my little girl, I'd do whatever I could do to keep you safe and protect you, make sure no one could hurt you, least of all me. I'd let you follow your passions. If you went out at night, I'd be worried sick, of course, but I'd be happy you're having fun with your friends. I'd tell you I'm proud of you no matter what grades you got. If you kept secrets from me, I wouldn't yell at you, but I'd ask myself what I did wrong. You know why? Because I trust you. And I care about you so deeply that I'd like to win your trust, too."

Your vision is blurry with tears. You feel like Hwa just fixed something he didn't break. Whatever he has to offer, you want all of it.

"I'd like that very much."

"You'd let me take care of you? Call you mine?" Seonghwa needs to know.

"Yes, please."

"My precious girl," he purrs in your ear.

"Hwa…just to be clear, what does that make us?" you ask, confused about the line between friendship and…whatever this is.

"What do you want us to be? Girlfriend and boyfriend? Daughter and…mom? Friends with benefits?"

You chuckle at the variety of labels he suggests.

"I think I'd like to be your girlfriend. If you'll have me," you blink, suddenly feeling insecure. You don't have much to offer. But whatever little you have, you're willing to give to him.

"I will. And I'd be honoured to be your boyfriend."

You bury your head into his chest, overwhelmed with positive feelings and excitement for the future that awaits the two of you.

"Let me take you out on a date tomorrow. But first, you need sleep."

"Okay, mom," you laugh wholeheartedly. "Will you sing me a lullaby?"

"Anything for my best girl," Seonghwa promises.

The following day he takes you to a really lovely date at a local restaurant and treats you so well, like no one else before in your life. You feel so blessed and lucky to have met him that there are not enough words to describe how grateful you are to him. Not just for letting you move in with him without expecting anything in return (though that was an immensely generous gesture on his side). The reason you are grateful the most is that he accepts you with all your flaws and scarred past, he shows you such understanding and care you have only dreamed about. He is truly your shining star guiding your path through the dark and into the light.

In the evening, you finally muster up the courage to turn on your phone. You call your dad and with tears in your eyes, explain the circumstances around your latest fight with your mom and why you decided to move in with Seonghwa. Your dad is worried, of course, but he says he gets why you did it, as he has witnessed some encounters when your mom has said hurtful things to you. Though he has not explicitly stood up for you, in your private conversations, he has shown you support and eagerly awaited the day you were independent from her. He tells you your mom was furious at first but now she is just…sad. You promise you will talk to her when you feel ready but for the time being, you need some space. Your dad respects your decision and you hang up.

"You did well," Seonghwa praises you, enveloping you in a warm hug.

"Thanks," you whisper sadly.

"Shall we go to bed?" he asks.

"Aw, man, I was in such a hurry to pack that I forgot my favourite frog plushie!" you exclaim in annoyance. "I can't sleep without it."

"Last night you had no trouble falling asleep, though?" Seonghwa gently reminds you.

"You're right!" you cry out in amazement.

"I'll get you a million plushies tomorrow but for now you'll have to settle for me."

"You know what? You're more than enough. You're my favourite plushie from now on!" you smile, wrapping your arms around his waist.

You've had the happiest week of your life. Seonghwa shows you around the city, taking you to adorable cafés, sightseeing and eating ramen by the Han river. The two of you take tons of pictures together and spend a lot of quality time. He even introduces you to his friend San and convinces him to let you work at his bookshop, which is honestly a dream job.

One morning, you wake up feeling uncharacteristically hot. Something hard is pressed against your ass. Could that be…You freeze at the realization. You wonder whether to rush out of bed. But then you risk Seonghwa waking up and you don't want him feeling embarrassed over something completely natural. You could pretend you're still asleep? But your breathing is too irregular and your skin is practically on fire. What should you do? Before you can make up your mind, you feel Seonghwa shifting behind you and the space has never felt emptier.

"I'm sorry," he mumbles sleepily.

"What are you sorry for?" you ask even though the answer is quite apparent.

"For…you know, getting hard."

"It's fine, it's a normal human reaction."

"I don't want you to feel uncomfortable or objectified. I mean…you are hot and I've obviously thought about you before in impure ways but…I like you so much I don't want you to feel pressured or anything. You're incredibly special to me, baby."

You finally turn around to face him.

"You are the most precious person in my life, Seonghwa," you whisper. "And like, if you want me, I'm all yours. No pressure."

"But…wouldn't you want to wait longer?" he asks cautiously.

"Whenever you want, my star," you smile eagerly, hoping he takes the bait.

"Fuck it," Hwa mutters under his breath and crashes his lips into yours.

You kiss him back impatiently and bury your fingers into his soft hair. He pulls you closer to him by the waist, digging his fingers into your lower back.

"If you want to stop at any moment, just let me know, okay?" Seonghwa breaks the kiss to reassure you.

You are so touched by his words that tears are already welled up in your eyes.

"Okay. Same goes for you."

"Trust me, darling, I wouldn't want to stop," Hwa promises and buries his head into your neck, inhaling the scent of you.

He spends a long time pressing kisses everywhere he could think of: your neck, your cheeks, your hair, your nose, your collarbones, your tummy, your ears, your thighs until finally, he reaches your pussy. Guiding your legs apart with a gentle but firm hand, you are afraid of melting right there. He eats you out hungrily, his ridiculously long tongue doing wonders to your senses. Needing something to hold on to, you tug on his hair, hopeful that you are not hurting him. He starts making circular motions, increasing the pleasure. It does not take you long to finish, completely falling apart.

"I think I just died a little," you admit, laughing.

"Well, the French did call it la petite mort," Seonghwa shrugs.

"Ah, yes. The little death," you smile, fondly recalling your French classes. "I wouldn't be a good guest if I didn't return the favour, no?"

You wrap your lips around the head of his cock, looking up at him to see if you're doing a good job.

"You're not a guest. I want you to feel at home," Seonghwa says and you try to take him deeper into your mouth. "You don't have to- Oh!"

You smirk as you swirl your tongue against his cock, doing your best to bring him closer to the edge.

"Such a good girl. My girl, yes?" he murmurs.

You can't verbablly respond so you nod your head frantically. Your hand is wrapped around the part of him you can't physically fit in and you blink the tears away, attempting to focus on breathing through your nose. You move your head and up down, desperately staring into his eyes to make sure he's enjoying every second of it. Soon enough, he reaches his high, sending ropes of cum down your throat. You try to swallow, not waste any drop of it.

Seonghwa strokes your cheek with his hand.

"You did so great for me," he praises you and you feel butterflies fluttering in your stomach.

"T-thank you," you stutter nervously.

"You don't have to thank me," Seonghwa chuckles in confusion and flips you around so that you are lying on your back. He leans down and kisses you again even more sensually than before but with as much tenderness. "You wanna stop?"

"No, please, don't stop," you are not too proud for begging.

"M'kay, lemme just grab protection real quick and I'll be back," he grins.

"Oh, I feel quite protected with you by my side, but I get what you mean," you tease him, excited to take the next step in your relationship.

True to his promise, Hwa returns moments later, flexing a condom in his hand.

"Protection," he repeats in a cute voice, while he puts it on.

"And here I thought you were gonna show me your lightsaber," you joke.

Seonghwa dramatically places a hand on his heart, feigning offense.

"I already did," he plays along and you can't stop yourself from bursting into laughter.

God, he really is the best guy in the universe. Your thoughts are further confirmed when he slowly teases your entrance with just the tip, making sure you are okay.

"You good? Should I go deeper?"

"Hwa, my angel, you can do anything to me and chances are I'd like it," you reassure him confidently.

"Careful what you wish for," Seonghwa smirks and slides in, making you feel so full and complete.

"Ngh," your sweet little cries are enough to give him the needed push to not hold himself back any longer. He fucks into you with so much vigour and passion you are on the verge of disintegrating.

"My gorgeous girl. You like that?"

"Yes, mommy," the words slip out of your mouth before you could think twice about it. His movements come to a sudden halt, causing you to realize what you've just said. Out loud. Ugh, you feel equally mortified and turned on.

"Mommy, huh?" he chuckles lightly.

"S-sorry," you hide your face behind your palms.

"It's okay, I can be your mommy," Seonghwa grabs your wrists and pushes your hands above your head. "I'll take good care of you, yeah? Wish you could see yourself, my most precious girl."

"Hwa, please, I mean…mommy, need you so badly," you stumble through your words weakly.

"I'm right here, my sweet baby, I'll give you what you need," he plays along. "Does mommy's cock feel good inside you?"

"S-so g-good, mommy, thank you, thank you so much," it hasn't even been that long and you already feel fucked out, utterly and irreversibly at his mercy.

"Don't thank me, dearest, I'm just treating you the way you deserve," Seonghwa vows and before you know it, you are clenching around his cock, while he is spilling inside the condom.

You can't think, can't speak, can't do anything. Nothing exists in your mind anymore. Just him. The universe is completely blank save for that one shining star. You fail to register him leaving the room to dispose of the plastic and don't notice when he returns.

"Honey?" he says softly but his voice feels so distant. Kilometres away. You can't bring yourself to form a verbal response. "Are you okay?"

Seonghwa places gentle kisses on your cheeks in an attempt to bring you back to reality.

"Come back to me, darling, please, talk to me, I'm scared," he mumbles in between kisses.

"Hwa?" are your first words. Like a newborn baby looking for the comfort that only a true mother figure could provide.

"You're safe with me," Seonghwa tells you. "No one can hurt you here."

"I don't deserve you," you are suddenly crying, overwhelmed by how cared for and loved he's making you feel.

"Don't say that ever again, you hear me?" he speaks firmly but kindly, nonetheless. "You deserve to be happy. Am I making you happy?"

"So happy, you have no idea how much," you try your best to convince him for your sincerity.

"That's all I need to know," he nods. "Let me draw a bath for you and-"

You summon all the strength you have left and grip his hand as tightly as you physically can't.

"Don't leave me."

"I'm not leaving you," Seonghwa picks you up with ease and carries you all the way to the bathroom.

Once inside the warm bath, you are more capable to form full sentences and communicate what just happened with a clearer head.

"I'm sorry for springing up the whole mommy thing without discussing it in advance," you tell him.

"I don't mind, honestly. In fact, I think I'm perfect for the role."

You smile fondly and nudge his shoulder.

"Still. From now on, I'll try my best to talk about introducing anything new beforehand. It's only fair."

"Whatever makes you feel comfortable," he kisses your forehead as he rubs shampoo into your scalp. "But just so you know, I could never be mad at you."

"What if I want you to get mad every once in a while? You know…spank me for being a bad girl?" you suggest teasingly.

"Then, I'd be happy to oblige," Seonghwa replies enthusiastically and starts tickling you in a playful manner.

It is true that time heals all wounds and distance makes the heart grow fonder. A while later, you feel ready to talk to your mom again (somewhat influenced by your dad's pleading and Seonghwa's reassurance).

"Hi, mom," you greet her calmly over the phone.

"Hi, sweetie. I've missed you," she admits.

"Me too," and it's true. Even though she hurt you, you still love her.

"Have you been eating well?"

"Yeah, don't worry about that."

"Listen…I'm sorry for saying hurtful things and being so hard on you. I only do that because I think you're so smart and have the potential to do great things."

"Well you have a funny way of showing it," you chuckle dryly.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean…you never praise me for anything. I spent so many years trying to get your approval that I didn't stop for a second to think whether I was doing what I truly loved."

"I understand," your mom says. "I know it might be too late but I'll try to do better. If you'll let me."

"It's not too late. But I'm not coming back to live with you. I've got a boyfriend and a job here. And I'm…actually happy."

"I'm glad to hear that, sweetheart. You will visit eventually, right?"

"I will in the summer. I want us to work on our relationship," you explain patiently.

"Until then…we can Skype or something?" your mom suggests.

"Yeah, mom, we can do that," you laugh. "If you figure how to turn the computer on!"

"Hey!" your mom argues but her tone is amused "I'm not that old!"

"I know, I know," you keep laughing.

"I love you," she says seriously. And this time, you are willing to believe her.

"Love you too, mom," you answer truthfully and hang up the phone.

You look at Seonghwa who was quietly cutting vegetables. His mere presence in the room was giving you strength and moral support.

"I did it," you announce the obvious. "I talked to my mom."

"You did so well. I'm really proud of you, angel," he wraps you into the world's most comforting hug.

"Things won't get magically fixed but…it's a start."

"You did the right thing."

"I couldn't have done it without you, Hwa," you admit truthfully. "You light up my whole dark existence, my precious star."

"Oh, baby," Seonghwa holds your hands. "Stars can't shine without darkness."

Bonus:

You are so happy to have cooked spaghetti carbonara for your boyfriend, your darling, your starshine, your marvellous Hwa. You really hope he likes it because you've worked so hard on it and it's his birthday so you wanted to do something special for him. He has given you so much care and affection so this is the least you could do to express how grateful you are.

"Happy birthday, my love," you kiss him gently, presenting the meal in front of him. "I have other gifts, as well, but food first before it gets cold!"

"Aw, baby, you didn't have to do all that," Seonghwa smiles, touched by your efforts.

"Come on, try it!" you are practically bouncing with excitement to see his reaction.

"It's really delicious, my angel! You did a wonderful job!" he praises you, sincerity clear in his voice.

You can't take it and you burst into tears.

"Why are you crying? Did I say something wrong?" Seonghwa puts the fork down, immediately worried about your well-being.

"No, it's just…the first time anyone's praised my cooking. It feels incredibly special coming from you, considering you are so brilliant in the kitchen."

"The kitchen is not the only place where I'm incredible," he winks, looking at the bedroom.

"Eat, eat! We'll unwrap the gifts later in that other place," you wipe your tears and encourage him to enjoy his meal.

"Oh, sunshine, you are the only gift I could ask for," Seonghwa promises and goes back to the carbonara. And perhaps, this is what having a home feels like.

The End

[lolahaurisfw]

: ̗̀➛ Harvey: Fluff Alphabet

A/N: Some talks about death and implied PTSD in this one.

A = Admiration (what do they absolutely adore about you?)

Genuinely, everything.

Your personality, your laugh, your giving and caring nature, everything.

He's so whipped for you, your #1 fan! <3

B = Body (what is their favorite part of your body?)

Your lips! No matter the size or shape of them. He just loves kissing you so much.

He def stares at your lips when you're talking sometimes, but gets all shy about it if you tease him for it.

C = Cuddling (how do they like to cuddle?)

If you're lying down, then facing each other and hugging tightly. So tight it's like you're both worried the other is gonna run away.

Or: him lying on the couch with you between his legs and your head on his chest.

If sitting, then he's immediately bringing you into his lap and holding you like a teddy bear. <3

D = Dates (what does their ideal date with you look like?)

(takes place in winter)

He would love so much to take you out to a fancy restaurant in Zuzu city. He loves doting on you and treating you to the nice things you deserve!

His ideal itinerary would something like...

Visiting an Art & History museum ➡️ dinner and wine tasting ➡️ walking around downtown & looking at Christmas lights ➡️ and finally, getting some coco to drink on the bus ride back home.

E = Emotions (how do they express emotion around you?)

Openly and honestly.

I know for a fact he's so good with communication in a relationship.

F = Family (do they want one? If they do, when?)

Yes! He's always dreamed of being a husband and father. I think he'd want two kids close together in age so they can be friends.

He's such a girl dad too, omg.

Ofc he'd love his child no matter what they were, but I love imagining him as a girl dad.

Always spoiling her, speaking to her so kindly, always calling her princess and sweetheart instead of her name 🥹

UGH MY HEART and my daddy issues ARE SCREAMING RN!!!

G = Gifts (how do they feel about gift giving? What are their habits when it comes to this?)

Loves gift giving!

He loves buying you small plants or trinkets he knows you'd like. Once in a while i think he'd also pay Gus and Emily to make and deliver your favorite dinner to you as a surprise.

H = Holding Hands (when/how do they like to hold hands?)

ALL THE TIME. ANYTIME.

And he'd always do that thing where he strokes your hand with his thumb absentmindedly !!

I = Injury (how would they act if you got hurt?)

Assuming it's a more serious injury-

Inside he'd be so panicked. Usually he wouldn't be. But because it's you, the person he cares about most in the world, of course he can't help but freak out.

On the outside he'd be mostly calm. Though he would be sweating, trembling, and his voice would crack a lot.

As hard as he tries to hide it, you can tell he's having a panic attack though.

So, when your healed and home, you do anything you can to say sorry and promise to be more careful. <3

J = Jokes (do they like to joke around with or prank you? how?)

He'd be so funny actually, but in a really dorky/nerdy way. yk?

Doesn't do pranks though.

K = Kisses (how do they like to kiss you?)

Kisses on the lips is #1 ofc. But also...

Forehead kisses when he hugs you!!

Or when he hugs you from behind, he'll lean over your shoulder and pepper your cheek in kisses.

L = Love (how do they show you they love you?)

All 5 love languages!! He’s a true romantic. His top ones would be acts of service, touch, and words of affirmation though.

Making you breakfast & dinner everyday, massages after a particularly long work day, constant compliments and little love confessions, cuddling when you go to sleep and wake up, etc...

He's a certified lover boy (& gentleman!)

M = Memory (favorite memory together?)

Every 'first/milestone' in your relationship would be his fav, he simply couldn't choose one.

Like Your First: kiss, date, flower dance, "i love you", Valentine's, Xmas, etc...

Plus your engagement and marriage ceremony.

Side note, he would cry every time he thinks about the days you guys got engaged and married.

N = Nightmare (what is their worst fear?)

Being the reason you died.

(yikes! dark, i know)

But remember when he said, "imagine having a patient's life completely in your hands, and failing to keep them alive..."

Since he's also technically your doctor, i think that fear would consume him anytime you got hurt in the mines or something.

He would have actual nightmares about it a lot. It would also probably take a really long time to work through that fear and try to leave it behind.

O = Oddity (what is one quirk they have?)

I wouldn’t call it odd, but his great love for and knowledge of planes and flying is a bit niche. 

Imagine how cute it would be to listen to him ramble about planes to you though <3 

Maybe you two would be sitting on the couch, watching a documentary on the history of flight, and when it gets to his favorite part, he accidentally starts to get too excited about you learning about it. 

So he leans over and starts ranting a bit, talking with hands and smiling the whole time as he goes on about different stories & fun facts related to whatever is on the screen. 

This is so cute to think of oml.

P = Pet Names (what do they like to call you?)

Dear, love, my love, honey, hun, sweetheart, angel.

Q = Quality Time (how do they like to spend time with you?)

I think his favorite way to spend time is just doing simple, domestic things. Things you both would've been bored with and done all alone before. There's just something so beautiful about being able to enjoy your time with someone doing mundane tasks.

Like: running errands together, household chores, doing separate hobbies in the same room, cooking, farm work, yk.

R = Rhythm (what song reminds you of them?)

Hot Freaks - Puppy Princess

I don't think he'd listen to it, but it just reminds me of him.

S = Secrets (how open are they with you?)

Totally open with you. Assuming you've been in a relationship for a while, he'd feel completely safe and comfortable with telling you anything at all. He doesn't see any reason to keep anything from you.

T = Time (how long did it take you to get together?)

Honestly not too long. Maybe a year at most.

Usually for a shy man like him i'd say a long time, but he gives hopeless romantic vibes, which makes me think it really wouldn't take too long to get him to feel ready to date you.

The only reason it takes more than a couple months is just because he's in a small town now, so if you ended up breaking up it'd be painful and awkward seeing you every day.

Not to mention he's your doctor...

But yeah, i think as soon as he really gets to know you, it won't take long for him to ease his nerves and just go for it.

U = Upset (how do they act when you’re upset?)

Sooo present and caring. He's learned exactly how you like being comforted.

V = Vaunt (what are they proud of? Do they like to show you off?)

He's so proud of you. He loves to talk about you to anyone who will listen.

(Which is all of his patients cause they're forced to listen lol)

Also loves showing off his airplane and flight knowledge to you.

Super cute.

W = Warrior (how do they feel about you fighting? Would they fight for you, beside you, etc?)

He hates it when you go to the mines tbh, it makes him very sick and anxious, but he knows you need to do it for materials and money.

X = X-Ray (how well are they able to read you?)

Too well...

Like, he knows you better than you know yourself sometimes.

It's really nice though. He always knows how to comfort you, and can always tell if you're in the mood to talk about your problems or not.

Y = Yes (how would they propose to you?)

During a romantic dinner on Valentine's Day!

He'd prepare your favorite dinner and dessert, paired with his finest wine. (Or a sparkling juice or cider if you don't drink!)

He'd start the dinner normally, talking about each of your day's and exchanging some loving sentiments.

But you could tell he was all fidgety and nervous, so you asked what was going on.

That's when he cleared his throat, laughed nervously, and started his little monologue.

He'd go on about how much he loves you, how you changed his life, etc...

And when he manages to stop his (adorable) rambling, he stands up and walks to your chair. Reaching into his coat pocket and getting down on one knee while you both start tearing up.

When you say yes, he'd pick you up and cover you in kisses, giving you one long passionate kiss at the end.

He would NOT let go of you until he went to work the next day. <3

Has a constant smile on his face for the next week or two... or three :)!

Z = Zen (what makes them feel calm?)

Reading a magazine with his morning coffee, listening to the radio or some jazz while it's raining, cooking, doing chores around the house, watching planes fly by at The Summit, sitting by the river in Cindersap and watching the fish swim by, grocery shopping, morning showers, your general presence.

[danikamariewrites]

The Perfect Day (smut)

Xaden Riorson x f!Reader

A/n: no thoughts just Xaden 🥰 also this is a Dain Aetos account he is truly the worst and I wish that man nothing but awful things. Also I’m so sorry if this is awkward I’m new to smut

My requests r still open!

Warnings: Smut, daddy kink (18+ only please minors dni), light choking

You noticed that Xaden seemed happy today. And he was. Because he was having a really good day. Like the perfect day. Which was rare to have at Basgiath. Between all the constant death and intense training it was hard to find someone in the school that was happy.

You started picking up on his good mood when you met him before breakfast. He was clingier than usual, but you weren’t complaining. Usually between training and classes you didn’t get to see each other much during the day. Today though, you got to see him 3 times.

During your third meeting he told you he had good news, his version of it anyway but who were you to kill his good mood. “I reworked the training schedule with leadership this morning and I made it so Garrick and I were training your squad after dinner.” He was so excited it was adorable. Who got excited about training?

The rest of the day went by without any issues. It was actually a pretty good day for you too. After dinner you headed to the training room. You were sparring with Liam and having far too much fun. You blamed Xaden, his good mood was infectious.

Dain, however, was not one for joking around when it came to sparring. He always had a stick up his ass and was far too serious. It wasn’t a secret that Xaden and Dain didn’t get along. They’re two different people who will never see eye to eye.

Liam was circling you on the mat. He charged at you, you dropped and rolled out his way. Laughing, you dive for Liam’s legs, knocking him flat in his back. You looked at each other and broke out into a fit of laughter. You hear heavy boots approaching you, as the pair of you look up you’re greeted with Dain scowling at you.

“If you two don’t start taking this shit seriously-“ “Or what Aetos?” Xaden’s voice echoed across the room. In a few strides he was standing toe to toe with Dain. You and Liam stood giving the two brooding men space in case they got violent with each other. Liam tried to push you behind him, but you brushed him off. Xaden would never hurt you.

Xaden towered over Dain, smirking he continued, “What Aetos? They can’t let loose once in a while? They’re the best we have, they’re well prepared.” Dain scoffs at him, “As Wingleader you should be making sure they’re fighting the best they can.”

Xaden was now wearing a taunting grin, “No Aetos, as squad leader you should be making sure your squad members are the best they can be. Do I need to report to leadership that you’re not performing your duties as squad leader?”

At that, Dain backed off. Before he could fully step away, Xaden grabbed his arm giving him a death glare. “If you ever take that tone with her again, I promise you, you won’t make it to third year.” Dain’s throat bobbed as he nodded, ripping his arm out of Xaden’s grasp.

Everyone was staring, holding their breath and waiting for a fight that wouldn’t come. Xaden looked around. You were staring at him, eyes gleaming. You loved how he stood up for you, how intimidating he was, especially when the recipient of that intimidation was Dain. You bit your lip and he winked at you.

“I think that’s enough for tonight.” Xaden announced. The squad began to leave and Xaden made his way over to you.

He brushed a loose piece of hair behind your ear, leaving a sensual touch down your neck. A shiver crept down your back. “Hi sweetheart.” Your face broke out into a smile, “Hi baby.” He wrapped his arm around your waist pulling you flush against his front. His other hand comes up to cradle the back of your neck, rubbing the tension that’s there. Excitement rushes through you, heating your cheeks and ears. “What’s got you hot and bothered?” “I think you know,” you purred.

Xaden lets out a breathy laugh, “Yeah but I want you to tell me.” You rolled your eyes, but you couldn’t kill his good mood. So you give him the ego boost, “Your good mood is kinda turning me on. And seeing you put Aetos in his place was really hot.”

“Yeah?” He leans in, nuzzling your nose, “Yeah.” You breathe out.

…

Xaden kicks his door open, you're in his arms heavily making out. As soon as he shuts the door you wriggle out of his arms, pushing him by the chest to sit on the bed. “What are you up to sweetheart?” The words come out breathy as you palm him through his pants. “Saying thank you.” You give him a mischievous look, dropping to your knees. He spreads his legs to make room for you.

You run your fingers lightly up and down his muscular thighs. Leaning down you place kisses up his clothed legs to his prominent bulge. Xaden moans, throwing his head back. You reach up to undo the ties of his leather pants. Xaden lifts his hips so you can pull his pants and underwear down his legs. He kicks off his boots, you tug his pants off throwing them behind you.

You take his length in your hand. As you pump your hand up and down him you feel yourself getting wet at the thought of him stretching you out. You run your thumb over the head of his cock, spreading his precum around. Xaden’s breathing is shallow, “Fuck, please y/n.” You look up at him, “please what baby?” You say teasingly.

“Please, I need your mouth.” At that you start placing kitten licks on the head of his cock. Moving to lick from the base back up to the head. Xaden growls, gathering your hair he wraps it around his fist.

Before he can yank your head closer to him, you take him in your mouth, sucking and moving your tongue best you can. Xaden lets out a loud moan, you loved it when he was vocal in bed. Bobbing your head you felt his cock twitch in your mouth signaling that he was close. “Ah, so good for me sweetheart. Fuck - you always do such a good job for me.” You moan around his cock as he comes down your throat.

You let go of him with a pop. He pulls you up by your hair grasping your jaw in his other hand. “Let me see.” He growls. Smiling you open your mouth, sticking your tongue out to show him his release. “Fuck sweetheart, you look so perfect like this. Be a good girl and swallow.” You swallow, wiping at your lips.

Standing up, you begin to strip. Throwing your clothes to join Xaden’s on the wooden floor. You climb on to his lap, kissing him and lightly pushing him to lay back. Xaden moves up to lay on the pillows, pulling you with him. He flips you over so you're on your back, never breaking the kiss.

You wrap your legs around Xaden’s waist, pulling him closer to you. “I need you,” you pant, wrapping your arms around his shoulders, clawing at his muscular back. He lets out a sound somewhere between a grunt and a whine as he teases your entrance with his cock. “Shit,” he moans, sliding into your dripping cunt, “fuck you feel so perfect, every fucking time.”

He sets a brutal pace causing your back to arch off the bed into his toned chest. The feeling of him is euphoric. He slid his cock all the way in, letting you feel all of him as he pushed his hips into yours. “Yes daddy,” you gasp out, “I need more please!”

Xaden rests his hand around your throat, his feral gaze locking with yours. “Say that again baby.” You smirk, “I need more daddy, please!” He fucks into you with abandon, the headboard smashing into the wall repeatedly. You feel yourself getting closer to your high, panting as you meet Xaden’s brutal thrusts. “Such a good girl baby, saying please for daddy.” He pants out, “you like being daddy’s good girl, don’t you.” Gods, you loved this new side of him.

Between his cock and his hand resting on your throat squeezing ever so slightly, you were in paradise. Your cunt tightens around him and you feel that coil tighten in your stomach. “Fuck, daddy, I’m going to come.” You scream. “I know princess, I can feel you, fuck. I’m almost there too. You gonna come with daddy.”

You both reach your high, Xaden’s hips slow down as you both come down. You close your eyes as Xaden slips out of you, rolling over onto his back. He caresses your cheek pulling you onto his chest, kissing the top of your head. ��Wow…that was fucking amazing.” Xaden lets out a tired laugh. “That was more than amazing sweetheart, that was…there are no words for that.”

You nuzzle into his neck, humming. Your eyelids become heavy as Xaden traces soothing patterns in your back. “Sleep, sweetheart.” He whispers, “I’ll see you in the morning.”

tags: @msiecrane @auggiesolovey (I’m so sorry I haven’t tagged you in the last few fics it completely slipped my mind lol)

[gods-favorite-autistic]

Fabian trauma analyzation

I feel like a major part of why Fabian’s stuff gets so overlooked by the other characters is because the other characters always have so much going on so loudly that Fabian’s quiet issues don’t get looked at as much

Like Kristen’s got her whole religious trauma she’s working through, Adaine’s whole deal with her anxiety and her parents is a lot, Riz is worried about college and is working himself to death for the sake of everyone else, Gorgug is struggling to even be who he wants to be and is constantly clashing with those around him trying to make his space, Fig’s got her whole thing with her self esteem issues and her daddy issues (times three!), and all the other characters tend to spend so much time focusing on everyone else’s issues

That’s why I think having a character like Mazey are so important, because you finally get someone outside of his party who is solely focused on him and she sees that something’s not right but he’s so wrapped up in everything happening all the time that he can’t or won’t listen to her when she tries to talk to him about it

And I do think it comes from a place of deep childhood hurt from his parents behaviors, when your dad is busy running an entire ship and your mom is just trying to rest all the time you kinda learn that you have to take care of yourself, except no one ever taught him how to do that so he ended up just shoving it all down

There’s also the fact that his dad was very insistent on being strong and getting glory and obviously trauma probably didn’t feel very glorious (like in freshman year when he comes off of seeing 3 people straight up die and almost dying himself and his dads response is to crack jokes and take him out to celebrate despite him being very clearly fucked up)

I think that one place you can really see the whole deflecting thing is in sophomore year after the breakdown when Tracker suggests (although not in the best wording) that Fabian is going through a depressive episode and the party’s response is to say that no, he’s just having a hard time, he can get over this, and then he dropped his whole fucking subclass but they didn’t have time to focus on that when Adaine gets fucking kidnapped and then by the time they have some time to chill and talk he’s already “better” with a multiclass to show for it and nobody talks about it after that because the problem seemed to be solved

In conclusion Fabian Aramais Seacaster

[mrsriddlenott]

~ Caught V ~

masterlist

I’m so sorry to anyone waiting on this, I’ve been adjusting to college recently but I’m still planning on keeping this going as long as I can🥰🫶🏻

I am sorry to any readers with good fathers, I have daddy issues and have no idea how to write a good dad soooo y/ns dad sucks, so trigger warning🙂🙂

This parts kinda sad and I’m sorry, it gets better

Warnings:Angst,Fighting,Abuse, Manipuation,Nightmares,Blackmail, Angst,&some fluff.

When Mattheo entered his shared dorm room after seeing you off, he was greeted with a table covered in moving photographs from the night before. Some were of his roommates with people he didn't care to know, but mostly of you, him and all of your friends. Mattheo was happy to get to see your smiling face as he searched through the pictures, laughing and joking as he showed off funny ones to the other boys.

As he rustled through the images Mattheo couldn't contain his smile as he uncovered a picture capturing and repeating your first public kiss on the coffee table, one he hadn't even noticed was taken in the moment but was very glad it was. He didn't waste a second in taking it across to his side of the dorm, transfiguring one of his extra quills into a picture frame and placing the polaroid gently inside to go on his nightstand.

"Damn, look at y/n's dress in this picture," Draco chuckled in an attempt at a hushed voice as they continued to look over the photos. Enzo scoffed and almost began speaking before noticing Blaise and Theo’s stillness as their gazes settled on Mattheo slowly turning to eye the back of Draco's head, “it's one thing to have seen her last night but damn, I think I'll have to keep this for late-"

Mattheo rushed forward to shove at Draco's shoulder, letting his fist make contact with the blondes jaw as soon as he turned toward him, knocking him off balance before he even noticed Mattheo had heard him.

“I fucking warned you Malfoy.” Mattheo said with a heavy sigh, snatching the picture from Draco’s hand and stuffing it in his pocket as he spoke calmly, “I have no desire to stay friends with you if you can’t respect my girlfriend, or even my relationship for that matter. If you want to act like this then you can run back to Daddy and beg him to solve your problems, because I won’t be here to do it for you any longer.

“It’s not like that, it was pretty much a compliment Mattheo,” Draco spoke from the floor as Mattheo stood above him, tilting his head to the side as he blinked down at the idiot below him.

“Do you really think that? Are you genuinely that stupid Malfoy?” He chuckled after a second, raising his eyebrows and smiling before reaching his hand down to him. Draco hesitated, looking between Mattheo’s eyes and hand before reaching up with his, as soon as he had his hand in his, Mattheo gripped it with all his strength and yanked him forward as he leaned down beside his ear.

“I’m not playing this game Draco, you don’t speak about her ever again or I promise I will show you how Riddles handle their problems.” He whispered in a growl before shoving him back against the hardwood floor. Draco laid dumbfounded on the ground for only a second before tugging himself up and storming from the dorm with a thud as the door magically slammed shut behind his retreating back.

Mattheo scoffed at his departure before flopping down on his large green bed with a chuckle, “If I’d known all it took to get him out of here was reminding him of good ol’ Tom I’d have done it years ago.” He sighed, staring at the ceiling visible above the four posters as images of his Fathers red eyes and pale skin seeped into his mind. He tried to shake the thoughts away as his chest tightened and his fingers shook, turning on his side to look at the image of your smiling face looking into his as he tried, and failed, to breath deeply.

Theo knew Mattheo had a hard time understanding why his Father was the type of man he was, he knew it hurt his best friend every time he was mentioned whether by name or title. He watched his back as it rose and fell in deep breaths. “Come on guys, lets go to the Black Lake for a smoke,” Theo let the others flow forward past him as he stayed behind, grabbing a jacket and watching his friend intently.

“Just go Theo, I’m not in the mood for a smoke,” He sighed, the sound of his voice shaking had Theo wishing he knew anything useful to say, something you might say.

“Alright mate but….just try and come join us soon if you can,” Theo sighed, locking the door behind him as he left to join their friends.

Mattheo didn’t notice himself drifting off staring at your beautiful smile. He could hear your gorgeous laugh ringing in his ears as you ran across the beach behind that lovely little cottage he always imagined buying for you and for a second he didn’t know where he was. The waves became clearer and the stars brighter as he unknowingly slipped further into his perfect dreamscape. “Matty are you coming?” You shouted in a sing song voice over your shoulder, he swore his smile couldn’t get any wider as you stripped from your sundress, slipping into the cold dark water beneath the beautifully shimmering night sky.

The warmth in his chest grew even as he submerged himself below the cold water behind you. His arms snaked around you as soon as his fingertips felt your waist, breathing in your aroma as he nuzzled his face in your neck.

“You have no idea how much I love you, you’re my perfect girl” He sighed, settling you into himself, tugging you into him like his life depended on it. “I will always protect you.”

“Then why did you let this happen?” Mattheo’s face scrunched up as he heard you meek voice crack, “Let what happen y/n?” He asked, looking down to search your face.

But before he could hear your voice again that shrill, heart stopping cackle filled his ears followed by a shriek as you were yanked from his arms and into the water. The sky was suddenly full of trails of smoke as be turned to see the cottage ablaze. “No…no no,” He swiveled around, arms flailing wildly as he felt for you in the shallow water.

He could hear himself screaming from a distance, he could feel himself covered in slick sweat as he pulled you above the water, eyes blank as you stared up at him, a clear look of terror plastered on your face permanently. He was shaking with rage and despair as he screamed your name only to be met with those pale red eyes and the bright green light he feared more than anything.

Well, almost anything.

He woke clutching his chest as he heaved himself out of bed, desperate for a gasp of fresh air as he rushed to the window. His heart pounded against his chest, the thought of you somewhere out there with his father had him ready to throw up. The heavy flapping of wings through the now open window snatched his attention as he took in your large barn owl perching himself on his nightstand.

He felt an instant rush of relief, Claudius would surely be clawing his eyes out if anything had happened to you. The large eyed owl made that very clear, very early on in your relationship.

“You have no idea how glad I am to see you,” He sighed, breathing heavily as he pat his head, tugging at the letter delicately tied on his foot. Mattheo wasted no time in tearing the y/l/n Family Crest wax seal and rushing to read it.

My love,

My Father is throwing a ball to celebrate Christmas with his partners from the Ministry and their family(Riveting I know…). I’d rather not go but I’ve been told I have to and must take a plus one, I don’t want to take anyone else so I’ve told Father I’m bringing you as a friend(Sorry Love). The other boys aren’t invited so I hope they don’t give you any trouble. Write back to me if you can make it, I simply will refuse to come downstairs if you can’t.

Bring the fanciest dress robes you have and arrive early, I want my father impressed. You know how he can be.

I love you

Yours, Y/N<3

P.S. The gown I’ve picked is a dark green and I want your tie to match. (and don’t just use your school tie please)

Mattheo was overridden with joy as he read your letter over and over before suddenly becoming overcome with anxiety once more. This form however, was much more acceptable in his eyes.

Before he thought to write a response he was rushing to the Black Lake and yanking at Enzo’s shoulder, “Come with me please, I need your help……like now Enzo” He arched his eyebrows as he stared down at his friend. He didn’t give him a chance to complain as he grabbed the joint from his fingers and passed it off to Theo, Enzo’s fingertips chasing after it like a child to candy. “There’s no time Enzo this is important.”

Enzo hurried to his feet and quickly followed his friend along the trails leading up to the castle. The air was cold and biting at their skin as they began to speak, “If you did something stupid just tell y/n and hope she forgi-“

“What?! I didn’t!” Mattheo avoided meeting his friends eyes as he mumbled, “I need your help with an outfit.”

“Excuse me?” Enzo asked with a chuckle, “You, Mr. I’m So Handsome Riddle, need my fashion advice?” Enzo came to a halt as he laughed lightly, shaking his head.

“Ya done mate?” Mattheo asked with a tight lipped smile, shooting his eyebrows up, refraining from laughing himself.

“y/n’s invited me to a ball and I don’t have fancy clothes like you.” He sighed, continuing his walk to the castle.

“I want to make a good impression, we need to tell her parents we’re together eventually if we ever want a chance at their approval and it would be better if they met me at least once before hand.” He sighed heavily as he shoved his shivering red hands into his pockets.

“I’ve never met a girl’s parents before, what if they hate me? What am I supposed to do just not marry her if they don’t like me? Because I don’t see myself being able to live with that…..What am I supposed to even say? Hello Mr and Mrs. y/l/n I’m the delinquent that your daughters been seeing?”

“Just be yourself, they’ll like you” Enzo shrugs, walking right past Mattheo as he stops abruptly. “No no no no thats a horrible idea Lorenzo, you, y/n, and Theo are the only ones who can stand me for long periods of time.”

“I don’t know mate I just saw that in a muggle movie I’ve never met a girls parents” Enzo quickly took in the clear borderline panicked look on his friends face as he turned back to him with a sigh. “Come on, let’s start with the basics while I find you a suit.”

It wasn’t easy but after two weeks of nonstop plotting, Mattheo and Enzo had come up with(what they seemed to think was), the perfect plan.

Step One: Woo her mother and impress her father.

Step Two: Ask her to dance and tell her the plan.

Step Three: Pull her chair out at dinner.

Step Four: Talk to her father about the ministry.

Step Five: Ask her on a “first date” in front of her parents.

Step Six: Marry the girl of your dreams.

But sadly, Mattheo’s mind was only so big. As he recited the six steps to success, tugging at his brand new emerald tie and attempting to gulp down his anxiety, he rang the bell beside the large arched doorway. He was invited in and escorted across a large open marble floor by an elderly man in a black suit and red tie, Mattheo was quick to thank him as he took his place in a small group gathered at the base of a spiral staircase.

He was absolutely entranced by you the second you stepped onto the stairs. His mind was suddenly empty of any and every thought that wasn’t you. He couldn’t turn his eyes away from you even if he wanted to, which he definitely did not. Your eyes met his and your face lit up with a smile, from behind you he could hear the shutting of doors and steadily grew more anxious, suddenly realizing he should have wrote his plan down.

Your eyes darted between him and the last step of the stair case, at first he didn’t understand. Your eyes shot behind you to two approaching figures before shooting back to him and the stairs. He vaguely remembered something like this unraveling with a couple in a show you liked and found himself waiting for you at the base of the stairs as though it was instinct, just in time for your parents to see him.

The smile on Mr and Mrs. y/l/n’s faces grew as his beautiful girlfriend smiled up at them proudly before slowly starting to descend the stairs. The folds of your deep green dress bounced as you took each step gracefully, your black heels clicking on the marble at the pace of his heart. You met him in a matter of seconds and took his arm in your hand, he gave a small nod as you led him off towards the archway into your dining room. He glanced around the long table as your hand slipped away from him, at first he figured you were taking your seat but when he turned around to find you, a girl he could never describe as anything but brave, meekly following after your father, Mattheo knew something was up.

He knew he shouldn’t, he knew it was snoopy but he couldn’t stop himself from following after you. Your dress flowed behind you dramatically as you rushed to keep up with your fathers long strides, apparently not well enough. He suddenly stopped, rushing to yank at your wrist as he said something between gritted teeth. A sudden surge of anger took over Mattheo, he had to force himself to stay still, hidden behind a wall as he focused on the whispers just past it.

“What were you thinking? Huh? Bringing his son here like there wouldn’t be consequences?” His heart sank as he listened further, thinking his father was going to ruin the best thing in his life. “What if he’s sent him here to see what I’m up to, you stupid child, we’re this close to having it all.”

“He’s important to me, he wouldn’t do anything to hurt me Dad I swear” Mattheo could hear the tears threatening to slip past your eyelashes as he willed himself to stay put. “Than why haven’t you been using that? If he’s so important to you get me information, if I know the secrets The Dark Lord’s son hides for him than there’s no way he can hide from me.”

“Wh- No… I won-“ The loud thud of your body hitting the floor with a whimper finally broke him. Mattheo rushed to you without a second thought to the man watching him, he knelt beside you, cradling your head in his hand as your worried eyes settled on him in fear.

“Oh good you’ve joined us.” Your father’s smile grew wicked as he eyes the scene in front of him. The son of his only rival at his feet, vulnerable. Mattheo could tell from the look in his eyes he knew you two were more that friends, this was planned, he could see that clearly, though he doubted you could.

“I’ll make this simple, you clearly care for my disgrace of a daughter here, if you wish to continue this little,” His lip rose in a snarl as his hand nonchalantly waved in front of you both. “Affiliation, than you’ll do as I say….if not….you’ll never see my daughter again.”

Mattheo gritted his teeth as he refrained from throwing punches at the man over twice his age and size. He was shaking with anger as he rose his eyes to meet his, “What exactly do you want?”

“It’s simple, you help me destroy your father and take over his ranks and I won’t tell him all about your not so secret girlfriend here at our next meeting. How does that sound?” His eyes were empty as his smile rose.

“Y-you wouldn’t….he’d kill her….you know he’d kill her.” He was shaking uncontrollably, holding you as you cried in his lap, mumbling I’m sorry like a broken record. The man was quick to crouch down to his level, eyeing the girl in his arms with disgust as Mattheo pulled her away from him.

“Wouldn’t be the first of my children he’s killed, and certainly wouldn’t be my favorite.” With that he was straightening his posture, smoothing his expensive looking suit jacket and sauntering towards the dining room, “I expect to see you both in the ball room on time.”

Your hands shake as your they travel up Mattheo’s shoulders, pulling yourself up to hug him as he immediately brings his arms around you. Your tears soaked the side of his collar as he caressed your hair and back.

“Why didn’t you tell me he was a Death Eater Lovely?” He sighed, tugging you into him impossibly closer, wanting to protect you inside his arms until there was peace on earth. “All the times you told me how he treats you and your mom, you could have told me.” His voice cracked as tears threatened to break through.

Your sobs only grew as you tried to speak, you couldn’t bring yourself to. You tried so many times to tell him, to sit him down and say your father wanted to kill his. But when was the right time? Your first date? The first time he stayed over? Your first holidays together? No. It was never right, it wasn’t even now.

“I’m so sorry Matty, I didn’t want you to hate me. I should have told you when we were just friends then you could have decided what you wanted with the truth.” He tensed before pulling your face from his neck, his eyes bore into yours like he’d never gotten the chance to truly look at you before. He lightly touched his lips to yours, softly cupping your face before resting his forehead on yours.

“There is absolutely nothing in this world that would have kept me from you.” He sighed, pulling you into him again. He wiped your tears from your cheeks and pulled you to your feet. “I want you to tell me absolutely everything when your ready okay?”

You were nodding your head as his eyes searched your face. “Now, I believe you owe me a dance Gorgeous.” You giggled between your tears as he took you back into his arms with a comforting shushing. “Or we can sneak out of here, find a hidden cottage and live happily ever after as hermits.” He sighed, wishing for nothing more than for you to say yes.

“Soon Matty, for now lets get this over with and try and have fun before everything comes crashing down.”

The music was slow, agonizingly for Mattheo, his right hand was on your waist and his left was in yours. Your eyes hadn’t left each other’s since you made your way to the dance floor. You could feel eyes on you, you knew this was what your father wanted, everyone seeing the Riddle and y/l/n heirs together. But all you could think of was him. You knew that no matter what happened, he was going to protect you, and you him. You effortlessly turned together in a circle as he watched you intently.

Mattheo decided right then and there, as your eyes glistened up at him like he’d personally hung the moon, that no matter what it takes, he’s giving you the future you deserve. Away from this loveless manor, away from his and your own father. You’d be happy and want for nothing. You rested your head in his shoulder contently shutting your eyes as his hand rubbed at your hair.

Mattheo’s eyes locked with your fathers over your head, they held an air of authority and a threatening dominance. However, he held his ground, his eyes dug into his, silently telling him in no uncertain terms that if he ever laid a hand on you again. His father wouldn’t the Riddle he needs to worry about.

Mr. y/l/n was in way over his head, and hadn’t yet realized it.

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Caught VI

Again i am so sorry for how long this took, i vaslty overestimated the free time id have as a college student, i hope you guys still like this. Next chapter will be much happier and may have smut☺️

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[probablydinosaurs]

five joking about his life or throwing it in their faces makes the siblings uneasy. they cant FATHOM it and it hurts. tbh i feel once they aren't all in such danger and ignoring his warnings and ring leader like behavior , they would slowly start spoiling him a bit. he wouldn't notice at all at first but over time, he gets a deep sense that everyone pities him but he cant place it. he'd start denying any hand outs or good will bc he doesn't want to be seen as a headcase that needs coddling. and i think different siblings are in different camps if u put "baby" and "old man" on a sliding scale. none of these are like extreme stances, more just the vibes they feel from five.

Luther: old man 80% bc hes the only one that see's five's "older" self and can 100% say. same guy no changes. mentally unsound…. but like five stated in that whole fiasco, Luther has daddy issues and cant like. see that old man in such a young man. Luther has 1 half a brain cell. his need to nod and agree to every old man he listens to illnesses wont allow it. so he weirdly flip flops. he also develops the habit of trying to pick five up to calm him down, witch ends very poorly each time.

Diego: protective brother energy. cant fathom his brother got THAT much trauma in him. and is older then him. 13 years of being all the same age. 13 years of sharing the same birthday. and now well everyone ages up together, five is in his own corner being like 67 well the rest are like mm idk math 40 something. Diego just cant…think that far. denial. every time he thinks he's used to this old man or starts seeing him as the same age as everyone, five info dumps about the inner workings of a specific gun or the how good the wine in the celler will be 37 years exactly from now and to wait…Diego just mentally reboots.

Allison: baby camp. didn't take him very seriously back in the day either bc his ego is the size of a watermelon. and oh look the lil guy thinks bc he has more life behind him then us, he thinks he's the smartest one here. yeah right. she makes him his coffee when he wakes up or folds his Landry bc she needs to do hers and he forgot to take his out. five just thinks shes being passive aggressive but its more "if i don't then he might hurt himself or mumbling to himself about how forgetful he has become and i do NOT want to here that right how. il just do it. " tough love babying. five sometimes lets her brush his hair when he's in a bad state of mind.

klaus: depends on the day. he is the one who tease him about his height the most. i think Klaus tries to pinch his cheeks at least once a day and nearly got a blade through his hand at attempt # 23. but he also is second one that weirdly respects him the most. complementing how happy he looks DUE to his retirement and not just in general. likes buying him the stuffiest old man clothes ever from off the road and down an alley thrift shops, thinking everyone would find them silly but five like. genuinely adores them and borderlines on feeling the want to hug him but neh. too stubborn. almost though. witch is rare. five will never admit that he thinks Klaus has a good fashion sense.

ben: the brother that ruffles his hair the most. the two that severed the family. they have a unspoken energy about them. you don't mention my death, i wont bring up your past deal. Ben doesn't really care anyway. on the "i got my brother back, that's all that matters." camp with viktor. fuels five's need to bicker on topics. their hard ass but still playful energy balances each other out. is the one that tells klaus that the clothes he picks out for five is too much and he will hate them but gets surprised every time five likes them. riiight right. he wouldn't have the tastes as the 13 year old i remember him as. he downs scotch like a mad lad. gotta remember that.

viktor: leader of the "he could have come back to us as an acorn like dad warned and id still keep him in my pocket." camp. just happy to have his favorite sibling back. though they admit five also being the most open with him makes him uneasy. he wants to listen about the past 45 years but it can be very existential for viktor. five understands and lets him breath if its too much. (stealing this from this post) i feel like five owns and somehow still has on him a very worn and well loved copy of viktor's book. with notes and highlights scribbled in them. the cover fell off and five sewn it back on then poorly laminated it with the commission's laminating machine . viktor would cry if he saw it. full blown meltdown together.

[gojos-thot-patrol]

Can we have some NANAMIN~~ hehehe

Nanami Kento, Jealousy, “Isn’t your boyfriend in the other room?”

Ya'll can ALWAYS have some Nanami, he is ALWAYS on the menu 💛💛💛

Now Presenting...

Starring: A very jealous Nanami Kento

This party fucking sucked. The house smelled like litter box, the vibe was disgusting, and the drinks were as weak as the music choice. Though, all of those reasons kinda paled in comparison to the real reason this party sucked for Nanami: You had brought your new boyfriend here. Not that he cared. It was fine. He was in your bed less than a week ago, probably while you were still talking to the walking asshole guy you were with now, so this guy really can’t be that important, but whatever. It didn’t matter to him, because it clearly didn’t matter to you. He got another drink, this time mixing his own in order to insure that his vodka redbull was actually a vodka redbull, and not just a redbull that thought really really hard about a vodka shot.

“Hey man, did you see that guy that Y/n showed up with?!” Gojo asked as he walked into the kitchen, “Dude, shes fucking cheating!”

“Satoru!” Geto snapped, punching his shoulder to remind him that hey, maybe this situation required a bit more tact. Kento quickly poured a shot of tequila and threw it back, much to the horror of Suguru and the awe of Gojo.

“Not cheating, we weren’t official.” Nanami gasped, focusing on the burn in his throat to ignore the tightness in his chest. 

“Kento, do you want to go?” Suguru asked, pointing a thumb to the door, “We can just drink at home, play some Tekken. Honestly it sounds more fun than this.” He offered, trying to give Nanami an out from the awkward situation. 

“Yea!” Gojo agreed, “This party sucks anyway, its full of frat boys.” Kento chuckled and took a drink from his vodka with a splash of redbull. He really did appreciate his roommates, and how they always had his back, even in small ways. But he wasn’t going to leave this party immediately after you showed up with some bastard. Because that would mean admitting defeat, and Nanami would never admit defeat. 

“Nah, I think I’m going to socialize actually,” Kento said with a shrug. Suguru and Satoru shared a worried look, but didn’t push the issue further as Nanami left the kitchen. He went to the livingroom. He saw you sitting on the couch next to the wannabe tech bro you brought, laughing with your whole body at some joke he said. He bet it wasn’t even funny. Probably some cheesy pun he stole off of twitter. That dick probably had an NFT profile pic and actually started calling it X the moment daddy musk told him too. Fucking bootlicker. What the hell did he have that Nanami didn’t? He didn’t fucking deserve you. So why the fuck did you choose him?

He snapped out of his definitely not jealousy fueled spiral long enough to realize that he was not only staring, but he felt his eyes prickle with tears. Oh no, no no no fuck no! He quickly wiped away the drop that fell before rushing to the bathroom. He would be damned before he was caught crying at a fucking house party. Especially over a woman he never really had to begin with. Someone who never really took whatever it was they had as seriously as he did.

He was thankful to find the downstairs bathroom empty, slipping in and all but throwing his back against the door. This fucking sucked. This really fucking sucked. Suguru had warned him once he started catching feelings, that he either had to say something or stop answering your calls, stop calling you. That to do anything else was just setting himself up for hurt if you didn’t feel the same way. He didn’t take him very seriously at the time. Kento made a mental note to pay for at least one of his drinks as an apology next time the group went bar hopping.

He took a deep, jagged breath, trying to ground himself. Okay. Okay. He probably wasn’t going to cry anymore. He pushed himself off of the bathroom door, going to the sink to splash his face. He threw cold water on his face, and was in the middle of crying it off when the door opened.

“Hey! It’s called knocking!” He snapped at the intruder. 

“I’m sorry, I did!” You yelped, “You didn’t answer!”

“Y/n?” Nanami asked, filling himself deflate at your smile. You finished walking in, closing the door behind you.

“Oh, hey Kento! I didn’t know you were here. You look good” You winked. He repressed the urge to roll his eyes.

“Gee, thanks. That means so much.” He words were soaked in sarcasm, voice laced with contempt.

“Whoa, who pissed in your cheerios this morning?’ You asked, very much feeling the hostile vibe he was putting out, “Are you ok?”

“Yea, I’m fine.” Nanami shook his head, “Just…rough day, I guess.” He grumbled, not really in the mood for confrontation at that moment. You gave him a sly grin, slipping to close the space between the two of you. Your hand landed on his chest, and you looked at him through long eyelashes.

“Hey, I have an idea of what could make you feel better,” You purred, your hands falling to his belt buckle. Much to your surprise, but honestly more so his, He was quick to grab your wrist and stop you.

“Oh come on Y/n,” He scoffed, “Really? Isn’t your boyfriend in the other room?” He accused, venom dripping from his very soul. “I thought you were better than that.” You just looked at him confused, trying to think about what the hell he was talking about. 

“Um, what?” You asked, only adding fuel to his rage.

“Oh come on Y/n, don’t play dumb! I saw that guy you came in with. Were you ever planning on telling me?” He snapped. Slowly, the confusion left your face, only to be replaced with amusement. You started laughing. You started laughing. Nanami shook his head, a tic quickly forming in his jaw.

“You’re really laughing right now? Thats so low Y/n, I can’t believe-”

“My cousin.” You said, stopping Kento in his tracks.

“What?”

“My cousin! That guy I showed up with? Yea, that’s my cousin Nanami!” You laughed, thoroughly entertained by the whole situation. You could see the math flashing before Nanami's eyes as he took in what you were saying. Now that he was thinking about it, nothing you did was particularly romantic, you just kinda…existed around him. 

Oh my god.

Nanami started laughing too, unable to believe how worked up he got over literally nothing. He felt so utterly ridiculous, and honestly he kinda deserved that feeling.

“Oh my god it’s your cousin,” He said as chuckles started coming out, “I was really going to fight your cousin.”

“You were gonna fight him?!” You howled with laughter, having to brace yourself against the door.

“Yea! I was!” Nanami confirmed with a laugh, unable to believe he got so worked up over nothing, “Oh man, that would have been so bad.”

“And what did we learn?” You teased.

“That I need to be more forgiving of characters that fall into the miscommunication trope.”

“No, you numpty!” You playfully groaned, lightly pushing him, “It’s not a miscommunication if you never communicated in the first place!”

“Oh, yeah that too.” He joked with a grin. They two of you stayed giggling like that for a few more moments before he pulled you into a hug, just relieved that it was all a misunderstanding. The two of you left the bathroom hand in hand, no doubt turning a few heads, but who really cared. He didn’t at least.

“You know, as weird as this is to say, it was kinda hot seeing you jealous,” You teased, “You don’t get that way often.” He simply shrugged.

“Yea well, I think anyone would get jealous if they saw their girlfriend show up to a party with a random guy.”

“Oh, so I’m your girlfriend now?” You asked, a smile pulling at your lips. He could feel the blush dusting his cheeks. 

“I mean, yea. If you want to be..” He offered. You grinned and jumped into his arms, kissing his cheek. He held you close and smiled.

“I thought you’d never ask.” 

[tomkaulitzssgirl]

I’m gonna need a modern Tom x daughter reader. Literlaly anything cute (I have daddy issues babe please) thank you 😜

Father! Tom Kaulitz Headcanons (x Reader)

- when he knew that he was having a baby he was literally crying, he couldn’t believe that he was about to be a father

- especially since he didn’t really believe he would’ve found love, so it was crazy to him that now he had a family

- bUT WHEN HE DISCOVERED HE WAS ABOUT TO HAVE A GIRL??? omg

- he was on cloud 9

- he knew you would humble him and make him whipped but he didn’t care

- he literally loved you so much he brought all kinds of stuff to celebrate

- he even brought you a Tokio Hotel shirt when you were born and it was the first thing you wore in the hospital

- HE FOUGHT TO CHOOSE YOUR NAME

- like he had to be the one to name you, end of discussion

- when you started to grow up and become an adult he felt so emotional

- he wanted to protect you from the world but he knew he couldn’t do that forever

- let me tell you, your birthdays were amazing, he wanted to celebrate every year and do everything you wanted to make you happy

- kinda strict but in a healthy way

- like i feel he would make you do or go wherever you want but he would give you a curfew and always drop you off and pick you up himself

- he would only make you drink if he’s with you otherwise it’s a big no, even smoking is out of the way

- also NO BOYFRIENDS

- he knows how assholes boys can be so he would only want to protect you from them

- he doesn’t want you to suffer okay???

- until you were 18 ofc

- when you got your first boyfriend, he asked him all kinds of questions and intimidated him because hey that’s his job as a dad

- but then he became his friend and actually started to like him

- but that doesn’t meant that he wouldn’t kill him if he hurt you

- sometimes you two would fight since he is stubborn and you are as well but he would always come first and apologise

- not directly though, like he would just come into your room and ask you to watch a movie or hang out with him, that’s his way of apologising

- can be scary when he gets mad so you try to avoid it

- but it also would take a lot to make him angry at you, he’s too soft for his little girl

- expects you to be good in school but doesn’t give you a hard time when you get a bad grade, instead he motivates you into doing better

- would totally teach you how to play the guitar

- and make fun of you when you can’t do it perfectly ofc

- buys you everything you want, you’re totally spoiled by him and he doesn’t care, he wants you to have whatever you desire

- would totally embarrass you around your friends

- like he would start to do random dad jokes or tell them stories about you that you would rather keep a secret

- totally supportive of you and whatever decision you make as long as it doesn’t hurt you and you’re sure about it

- otherwise he wouldn’t hesitate to make you think straight

- if someone tries to bully you in school, he doesn’t care who it is, he’s fighting them

- he went through it and knows what it feels like and he doesn’t want you to live that as well

- hugs you when you cry while patting your head

- would try to stay strong but then will cry silently when he’s alone just because you’re hurting

- dedicates you a lot of songs, you’re his entire world

- honestly such a great dad i love him so much i’m crying

[dewdropreader]

Describe your WIPs Badly

Okay so I wasn’t officially tagged on tumblr but @cha-melodius did this and it looked fun so I’m doing it anyway!

Basically the goal is to summarize your WIPs badly— some of mine are badly described plots and some are just me poking fun and making a joke about the content, some are both lol. Please feel free to send me asks asking about ones you’re curious about, I love talking about ideas and sometimes it helps me get inspiration to work on them! Some of these are newer and some are ones I’ve mentioned before, but they’re all ones that have at least one sentence/deeper idea written (not always a good one, but an idea at least lol)

The real storms were the daddy issues along the way

Tom Hiddleston called Loki a mercurial spirit one time and I ran with it, now Loki and Sylvie are ghosts gently terrorizing and falling in love with Mobius who is just trying his best

Sylvie has only known Jack 10 minutes but if anything happened to him she’d kill everyone in the room and then herself

Everyone is drunk, Loki wants to kiss that old man so bad it makes him look stupid, and Mobius wants to kiss that god so bad it makes him look even stupider

Author is a swiftie and Mastermind is so Lokius coded it hurts

No I’m not over Loki season 2 and neither are Classic Loki, Kid Loki, and Croki

What if all the Lokis just loved themselves and their Jotun forms, wouldn’t that be nice? They don’t yet but they’re trying

Loki has grown so much but would snap Brad’s neck and like it if he so much as breaths wrong at Mobius again

So many hugs and softness that your teeth might fall out

All the Lokis getting the heavy dose of gender fluidity and self expression that marvel didn’t give them

Birthdays are weird for Lokis when they’re centuries old but their favorite silver fox is going to give them all the happiness regardless, dammit.

Author is also a Disney nerd and will make her blorbos experience Disney too

Sylvie is taking the end of season 2 a lot less well than it appears

Loki controls his timeslipping but really has a bad time as he thinks way too hard about “who” and what is at stake

Casey and OB are smitten, neurodivergent kings who are absolutely clueless despite being obsessed with each other, no I’m not taking criticisms at this time

The boastful origin fic that haunts me more than ever because we didn’t see more of him in season 2

Author putting two of the most attractive, badass women from marvel in a room together in an apocalypse and letting them take the reins

There are definitely other WIP docs that exist but none others (that I know of anyway) that have enough to summarize yet!

Might be double tagging but this is fun so if anyone wants to give it a shot!

@starport-seven-five @insert-witty-user-name-here @blackbirdofasgard @lgwilt and anyone else that wants to do it!

[neonbrutalism]

no okay but listen LISTEN it could have been SO EASY to incorporate Miguel's comic canon into the movie without butchering his entire character and what I'm sure will be a lackluster arc (assuming they redemp him in BTSV but I s2g if they leave him as a """villain"""....)

In his universe, Dana is dead, Xina left, and he had a massive falling out with Gabri, so, like he said, he tried to find a universe where he was happy to slip into. In this one, Dana is alive and they never had that mutual affair, he's in a great relationship with Xina (they could have even had Gabriela together, if they wanna keep the dad vibe), and he and Gabri have no bad blood between. But then canon collapses, the universe is destroyed, and now Miguel is stuck with this overwhelming guilt and self-fulfilling prophecy that he's not meant to have anything good in his life. Back in his universe, Xina and Gabri continually try to reach out, but he ignores them -- partly because seeing them will remind him of their alts he destroyed, partly because he doesn't know how to apologize for all of his wrongdoings prior. He's afraid of anomalies breaking canon because in his mind, he IS an anomaly due to his differences in spiderman origin.

In comes Miles just as he would have from the "Miguel Calling" deleted scene. Miguel wants to keep him at arms length, but the kid is infectious with his personality. He doesn't want him involved with anything because again, anomalies mixing in other universes too long doesn't work out, especially if it's a change in story. He hides the fact that Miles' dad is meant to die in just two days and instructs everyone else to follow suit with varying degrees of agreement and slip ups. It's his idea of protecting Miles, especially with his own daddy issues and how much the kid reminds him of his own younger brother when they were still on good terms. No matter how hard he tries to initially ice Miles out, he can't help but get attached when there's just so many similarities between the two of them.

But of course, Miles finds out eventually after all that good fluff and bonding, and he's so hurt and betrayed that everyone would keep him in the dark about something like that -- but even more so Miguel, who he felt like was one of the only people who really GOT him in certain ways. Miguel explains the canon theory and anomalies and his experiences, keeps insisting its for Miles' own good (similar to Miles' parents smothering him in the beginning), that he never meant to hurt him, but it falls on deaf ears. He accuses Miguel of not being a "real" spiderman like everyone else, mostly to the point of letting an innocent man die for the sake of canon, and that maybe they're not the same after all, fulfilling Miguel's self destructive prophecy all over again.

Since they wasted so much time having their fun little team building montage, it's much more down to the wire for there to be time for Miles to save his dad (as was Miguel's plan to distract him). Miguel wants to be angry, for a moment it looks like he's going to do something with those claws and fangs everyone's been joking about thus far, but as soon as he sees Miles' flinch back from him, he backs down. But he's cold and reserved, and decides that if Miles wants to destroy the universe, then it can be done by his own hand. And maybe after that trauma of wiping out billions of lives for one selfish desire, they'll be more alike than either of them had originally thought.

He sends Miles back in the Go Home machine, because that's what happens with anomalies (though none of them realize it would send him to Earth-42). Spiders object for different reasons, like, is he for real going to send a kid back to his universe to watch his dad die and/or be responsible for its collapse? The answer is obviously fuck no, he's going to send teams of Spiders to ensure the canon event still occurs in stealth, there's no way he'd put that kind of blame on Miles. Not to mention, there's still the Spot threat going on in the background they need to put a stop to. Gwen and co. refuse to be a part of this mission, they won't go behind Miles' back anymore and resolve to help him instead.

And initially, Miguel doesn't go on either mission. He can't face Miles after all of this, he wants to wallow in his pity and misery like always in the isolation of his office, only keeping tabs on his monitors. Maybe he's the first one to realize that Miles' isn't on Earth 1610 and if he doesn't stabilize soon, he might glitch out, thus forcing him to take action and save the kid. Or maybe he just has a cool moment during the Spot final battle of ripping open a portal to save Miles and/or Jeff in the nick of time from a fatal attack, after some self ass kicking and a few returned calls to Gabri and Xina. Either way hell yeah apologies and teamwork and character growth for everyone

Anyways thanks for coming to my TEDtalk

Holy shit.

arrrggghhhh this is so good!! I love this rewrite! Yes more Miguel festering and wallowing but forcing himself to do the right thing and complaining about it the whole time!

You should write it as a whole fic >:3

[divinelovers]

gilmore girl hot takes & opinions

if you don’t agree byeeeee

spoilers below

+ first and foremost richard was way more hurtful to lorelai then emily was. especially when they found out christopher got sherri pregnant- richard lashed out on lorelai. idk it pissed me off

+ everyone blames rory for dean cheating but it takes two to tango, he could’ve & should’ve said no they were both in the wrong and lindsay didn’t deserve that.

+ i know we ALL agree lane got a shit deal but they really screwed her over. not only did she get pregnant the first time she and zack slept together but she really wasn’t ready to be a parent and i feel like the writers glossed over that and made it a joke. poor girl was miserable

+ rory and christopher, let’s discuss. i know all about having a shitty dad, i mean mine is a world class asshole but christoper, he deserves the worst. i feel like the writers didn’t really divulge on rory’s daddy issues ie., needing validation from men (hello dropping out of yale because mitchum didn’t think she was all that great) and never being happy in any relationship. it’s sad really, i feel her pain.

+ everyone likes to say how amazing lorelai was but dog on rory?? like rory was a product of a teen mom raising her ALONE i can’t even imagine how hard that was. rory was the way she was because lorelai was more a friend then a parent.

+ in addition to the previous one and kinda contradicting, lorelai actually showed up when she needed to. she really loved and provided for rory. going to her parents for money, when she knew it would come with a catch, and supporting rory to get her into an ivy league school??? she had flaws and both she and rory were messes but lorelai did the best she could. + now for this one… yes, i love and adore jess will every fiber of my being, however he had too many issues to be with rory when they were younger. like yes rory had her own issues but she didn’t know how to cater towards him and be the person he needed in that season of his life. however if the truly reconnected it would’ve been magic, there’s a reason rory cheated on every boyfriend with jess they should’ve been endgame.

+ once again jess was JUST A KID!! having to deal with his alcoholic mother shipping him off to crazy town- of course he was pissed he got the raw end of the deal.

+ my bby tristan deserved so much more, i wish they would’ve brought him back a bit later and made him into a fantastic addition to show.

+ if dean and rory stayed just friends i would’ve actually liked him. tbh i really liked his and rory’s friendship.

+ we can all agree that rory and lorelai were a bit self absorbed however the show is literally called gilmore girls. it’s all about them, they are the main characters of course the storylines are going to revolve around them.

[leastrife]

Deciding to rant about how Matthias is so me coded because I want to and just took a sip of a monster that I shouldn’t have

First thing I think is what really made me connect to Matthias is the scene on the Drüskelle ship and two of them are talking about assaulting Nina and Matthias tells them off because that goes against their religion, making him understandably annoyed/upset that these two claim to be Drüskelle but not necessarily follow the rules or ‘joke’ about not (granted he didn’t tell them off because you shouldn’t do that but because he sees her as no better than a dog, but that is not relevant to my point right now). This was so much me in Catholic school. As someone who is very religious the way people called themselves Catholic/Christian but wouldn’t actually follow the rules of Christianity, making inappropriate jokes (not just s*x ones but also just being mean/hurtful in disgusting ways) and I would get so frustrated and annoyed. And honestly maybe I was a bit strict when it came to my religion in high school but it was the environment I was in surrounded by other Christians and being taught about Catholicism much like how Matthias was sheltered and surrounded by other Drüskelle, he was trapped in that view of the world

And then he isn’t anymore

The ship crashes and he’s with someone who as a character is his perfect foil, everything he stands against is Nina. And I in college am now surrounded by people who have wildly different views about the world than I do and honestly it has been a shift but I’ve learned a lot, finally not having a stupid rule with a friend when we were twelve to punch each other if we cuss (I cussed a total of four times before college). I was Matthias, the strict religious kid with a complex of being better than my peers because of my devoutness. Never making friends because I refused to be friends with people who didn’t share my values, leading to me always being alone (the autism probably didn’t help). And I still am Matthias. Growing into someone who still keeps to his faith while not thinking of it as something to be superior and gaining respect to everyone around me despite what they believe or stand for because we’re all people. Loving someone who’s so different to me, but amazing and wonderful.

Matthias also desperately struggling between almost wanting to go back to how things were because he was secure everything was certain and was confident he was doing right while also knowing he can’t and ultimately doesn’t want to knowing what he knows now because he knows he was doing wrong is so real, I feel that so hard

Matthias goes from being sure he was good and doing right and now he’s thrown into a situation of doing what he believes to be wrong but also it’s all so morally gray that he can’t be sure and he eventually sees it as being what it is “practical choices” not good or bad just choices they have to make based on the given circumstances but also imagining how hard it probably is for him to be unsure how Djel will see him now. Will Djel punish him for his actions.

I can definitely relate to all the other crows one way or another an awkward intelligent kid with daddy issues, undiagnosed adhd, fucking love waffles, used my small chest of coins in a competition solely to spite the senior year class of 2022, and praying to saints, but overall Matthias has to be the one I am the most like

Anyway that was my midnight ramble that maybe makes some sense but probably not a lot, but conclusion Matthias is so me coded

[kitwilsonsass]

I was left with the impression that Elton's injury actually added to PD's popularity. I mean, the way WWE milked it and made those hilarious videos and interviews about Elton's recovery I thought a lot of people enjoyed the comedy. However, I agree that comedy can be overused and become an obstacle down the line for them to be taken more seriously and not just as the goofy mischievous tag team. They also strike me as very hard working and dedicated guys. It seems to me that they have come a long way from where they began.

I'm not gonna lie, I really like their image and roles they play. It's sad that some people don't get it and find them annoying. Actually, the biggest criticism I've seen so far is not so much about the comedy aspect but the fact that they are flamboyant and care about fashion and style which for some "fans" is "too gay" and PD are "woke" and "WWE is pushing LGBT propaganda" etc. There's definitely a lot of toxicity in the wrestling fandom.

Lol, them doing the Dirty Dancing lift in front of their gfs does not srprise me at all. 😂😂 I expect nothing less from them. 😂

Also, why are there so many wrestlers in WWE nowadays? Has it always been like this? I mean, just browsing through their YT channel or IG account makes my head hurts.

If PD get a new storyline to work with, what do you think it will be? Or more importantly what do you want it to be?

It helped in the sense that it kind of gave people a really good taste of the kind of personality they could provide (and it was extremely needed at that time due to other events), and the #EltonStrong thing was fun, but it kind of wore off quick. Unfortunately they were fighting the same team for... a long... long time. It just got kind of played out and they didn't really have anyone else to face. And that + repeated matches with no real time to do much = stale quick.

I think the comedy aspect isn't so bad with fans, it's more than historically the company itself tends to kind of... treat the talent as a joke as whole and oversimplify the characters. But management's changed recently, so, high hopes.

The "too w0ke" stuff is funny because on the flip side, you see some people who are like "THIS IS CONTROVERSIAL! GOLD!" like make up your minds, lmao. It's also funny because the pretty boy in a MAN'S MAN WORLD has been a chracter type since wrestling began and was still in black and white. So people being like WHAT HAS IT BECOME!!! is like wow, way to admit you know absolutely nothing.

Roster is pretty big. Too big. The rosters are separate for the shows, but there's still a lot of people that don't get screentime unfortunately.

I'm hoping they face DIY, because I think they'd have some genuinely great matches. There was also this whole bit with Elton thinking, somehow, that one was the other's father - and upon being corrected decided they're "each others dads" and I just.... need to delve deeper into this. Tell me your weird daddy issues, Mr. Prince.

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The alarms sounded from outside, making it hard for me to go back to sleep. I grumbled and went back under my covers, (f/c) sheets now covering my vision. Just as I was drifting off to sleep the floor fell from under me. "Having a good mornin panty" Garterbelt asked.

"Y'know all I want out of life is to wake up next to some morning wood""Is there anything hard you won't refuse to jump on?" Stocking asked. "Oh stop it with the self righteous bullshit everyone's got a hobby" she answered. "Yeah thats true, I'll stick to my video games" I said waving my gameboy. "Don't you ever crave protein?""Don't you ever not?""Hey its good for you, ain't that right garter?" she asked." Shut up!" he yelled spreading spit everywhere.

{Your outfit, if you want make it (f/c)}

"Hey girls"What is it Panty?" "You ready to roll?"

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"Bingo! Found him!" Panty yelled as she hit him with see through." And knock out" I said pointing to his now mangled body."A toilet and a plumber dude?" Stocking questioned standing next to sharing my face of unamusement. "Yeah that's him""Are you sure?" I asked. I mean the dude was K.O'ed on the floor. "That's the fucker we're looking for, isn't that right asshole?" she stated taking off her panties and turning it into a gun.

"Tell me, do you feel lucky punk? Well do ya? Do ya". "That might not be him" Stocking stated the obvious." This is kinda embarrassing.. " I mumbled. Panty shot him three times before finally realizing, "I don't think it's him". "Colour me shocked" Stocking replied. "Told ya hoe" I replied tired.

"Please stop hitting me ot really hurts, I haven't done anything" The man started complaining. "Fuck, your a hot piece of ass""You are preaching to the vag sister" the woman interupted. "When were you invited?" I asked."Hang on to these for me" Panty said handing her panties to me."Why is it soaked already?" I asked. While she was doing her 'hobby' me and stocking went back to the house and ate sweets.

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"Well he's feeling lucky now""He was literally a shitty plumber who hangs in dirty ass bathrooms everyday" I said tired of her rants. "So true, and my pipes are totally clean""But your underwear isn't" I said giving back her previous pair. "How long have you been waiting to use that joke?""Ugg it seems like forever. I couldn't not, know what I mean?". The next things that I heard were garterbelt yelling and panty talking about how good he was in bed. I played with my braids.They were my favorite color,(f/c). 'I am so ready to go to bed' I thought.

It needed some sleep but Panty was taking up the whole couch. Garterbelt soon gave up and let us eat dinner, curry. "Your curry is unreal garter" Stocking complimented after stuffing herself full. "That's cause its black baby, you won't ever go back" he laughed. "So what's up for dessert?! Im guessing chocolate! For no reason in particular". "Was that a racist joke I heard?" I asked her.

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" We got angels man! Panty, Stocking, and (y/n) your up!" Garterbelt boomed."Are you talking about that walking turdsicle over there?""That goth chick next to it who obviously has daddy issues""And the sluggish, braided, chocolate beauty next to them?" The officers asked." It's time for us to flush the toilet".

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Panty shot a hole in the poo monsters head. Soon enough Stocking sliced the smelly thing and I delivered the final blow by shooting a heart shaped arrow into his skull. Everyone cheered for joy as poop fell down from above. "Gross~" I whined taking an umbrella from a nearby citzen. As poop rained down a single heaven coin fell from the sky. "Good angels you got a coin" Garterbelt said picking it up. "All that for just one" Panty stared. "Are you serious?" I asked looking at the coin covering stocking with the umbrella. "Yeah one closer so stop your bitch'n".

The giant bell wrung signalling its defeat. "Now keep your promise and go buy us those cakes, I need sweets stat""Yeah, yeah look I found a tasty treat for me to"panty said dragging along a boy. "It smells so bad" I gagged running to catch up. "You still have a punishment to face"Garterbelt said. "OOooh with bondage?""Now what would I get out of that?" he asked."Nasty" I mumbled.

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