#daddy issues just got a little serious for a bit

[darkleysgarden]

"Jason was the violent Robin!" Uhhhh, no!

Jason was different than every single other Robin for one huge reason. He didn't choose to be Robin. Obviously, he jumped at the opportunity. But, it wasn't the same as Stephanie already being a vigilante or Dick being set on revenge or Tim who just straight up begged for the mantle. Jason wasn't like that, he was asked.

Jason was a street rat who had recently watched his mother die because of her drug addiction, his father was a criminal who skipped (and he later found out had died because of that field of work).

And what Bruce saw was potential where Jason saw an opportunity to have someone to care for him. Jason gained this father figure, becoming the first child Bruce adopted.

And Jason was overjoyed. He was happy. More than any other Batman-Robin duo, they were father and son. Jason quickly started referring to Bruce as his father, Bruce calling Jason son. To the degree that they even used those titles when working as Batman and Robin.

So, Jason was an extremely happy Robin. But, that isn't the extent of it. Jason's childhood never really left him. His whole life he had to fight to live. Survival of the fittest. And if someone moves to hurt him, or anyone who can't protect themselves. He sees reason to become the fittest. To become a fighter that eliminates anyone praying on the weaker. Because he was once the weaker.

And that's where the Felipe storyline comes in. Felipe was a r*pist and Jason wanted justice for the women he had hurt. And this is the spot where people say they can see the signs. The signs that Jason would become a killer of killers. Bruce told Jason not to go after Felipe alone. He did anyway. And Bruce went after him. He saw Felipe fall off a balcony, dying upon impact. But, then, he saw Jason on that same balcony. Making Bruce wonder if he really fell, or if Jason had pushed him. Bruce knew they had different views. Bruce thought people could be scared into not acting again. Yet, Jason thought, "What about the ones who aren't afraid?"

Jason says little to defend himself. Just saying he must have spooked Felipe, causing him to fall. We never find out if that's the truth.

Bruce now worries that maybe Jason's past wouldn't allow him to become a Robin he could have at his side. Jason was forced to take a break from being Robin.

During his break, Jason returned to his old neighborhood in Crime Alley. A friend of his deceased mother stops him and explains that she had saved some of his important documents and photos for him. Jason took the box of belongings back home and went through them. A lot of it had been damaged by water. Including his birth certificate. As smudged as it was, he was able to realize that his mother was not his biological mother. After some detective work, he narrowed it down to three women that could most likely be his mom.

Now here's where I hate it when he is portrayed as reckless. When Jason ventures to the Middle East to try and find his mom, he and Bruce check in with each other many times. And Bruce was in the area too, searching for the Joker.

He finds his mother, Sheila, in Ethiopia. They get along well. Bruce was even there for their meeting. And when Bruce needs to return to Batman work, he leaves the two to catch up.

It's unfair when Jason is portrayed as reckless in this moment too. He didn't go after the Joker on his own. He talks with his mom instead. Assuming she would become a permanent part of his life, he confesses that he is Robin. It's then that Sheila admits something too. She had been working for Joker. The Joker shows up and near instantly he starts to beat Jason with a crowbar. Sheila turns around and smokes a cigarette.

When Jason is on the brink of death, Joker stops. And says he can leave no witnesses. He ties Sheila up and sets a bomb. Then Joker leaves them alone. And with the last bit of life in him, Jason struggles to free Sheila from her binds. Sheila attempts to get the door open to save the both of them, but she is too late. They both died from the explosion.

So, this is to say. I do think calling Jason the 'happy Robin' is far more accurate than the 'violent Robin.' And I think that because, as you can see, he was never really unnecessarily violent or reckless. And it should be recognized that even the more violent acts, like Felipe allegedly, were not premeditated or extremely out there. Jason didn't want to hurt people just to hurt them. In his eyes, he saw it less as hurting this one person, and more as protecting many. That will stick with him. Yet, it becomes much more prominent after his death with the trauma and such. However, entire new can of worms.

It's also important to see scenes like this, where Jason encourages Bruce not to kill Joker. As Robin, Jason never set out to kill. That came much later. And even later, he sticks to morals.

Also, listen to him!!! Modern DC content, please stop pretending Sheila wasn't there and just making Jason go after Joker on his own. You're messing up the story.

Jason always saw the world differently than Bruce. Yet, he hardly acted on it until he was shown just how cruel the world really is. When he became the weaker that needed to be protected, and wasn't. And now, as an antihero, his goal is to stop anyone else from ending up in his situation, even if it takes killing those at the top. Trolley problem. Killing one may save thousands.

[tojisteddy]

Daddy issues | “and if you were my little girl, I’d do whatever I could do…”

cw: 18+ MDNI, 4.1k words (omfg), smut with plot, meanie!simon (he’s a crazy, asshole), Daddy kink, daddy issues (obvi), dd/lg dynamics, mentions of abuse, sexualization of ‘pa, kiddo’ (truly a case of if you hate it just scroll), oral (f receiving), dacryphilia, creampie, full nelson, age gap (reader mid-late 20s, Simon early-mid 30s), no use of y/n (I use [+]).

a/n: obviously influenced by daddy issues by the neighborhood (I know it’s not about this at all, take it up with god), also by take you down by sza :3

You weren’t used to being this needy in your entire life.

You swore you didn’t need anyone, let alone Ghost Riley. You’d been repetitively normal in all your past relationships.

But he’d run through your mind like the Flash going back in time— the older man ruined some of the circuits in your brain.

You’d two gotten into an argument, shocker, but this time over how you were acting. The usually chilled out girl who Ghost would call when he wanted to see his little kitten purr, was now desperate for every little bit of his attention. The blonde despised every bit of it.

“You’re bein fuckin greedy.” He told you, walking away from where you stood after you told you’d wanted to stay over again for another week. Of course, you easily followed right behind, attempting to match his long stride. You never could.

“By wanting to be with you? Aren’t boyfriends supposed to want to see their girlfriends? Supposed to spend time together? There are probably a million girls and guys with sweet boyfriends—“

“—Do I look like one of those buddy buddy, pretty boys you like to fuck to you, [+]?” He turned on his heal, luckily you didn’t crash into his chest like you usually did. His voice was ice cold, “Answer me.”

“No sir.” You mumbled, the air was thick, tightly wrapping around your vocal cords.

“Then why the hell are you bein so damn needy? I told you, I won’t give you all my attention. I’ve got my own shit to take care of and you want me to, what? Hold you on my fuckin hip like a baby?” Well, hey— “Stop bein a damn brat and get the fuck out my face.”

“ ‘M not askin you to take care of me Si, but, I just want-“

“—Cut the shit [+]. You’re pissin me off, why can’t you just fuckin listen? I hate the clingy, desperate shit, get it out of your damn head and get it out of my fuckin house.” He stormed off into one of the bedrooms with a slam of the door.

Simon never had to tell you when he was kicking you out. You’d always go on your own.

He swore if he saw you and you were still stuck on the idea that you had to cling to him, he was gonna rip you a new one.

Did you take him serious?

On a good day, never.

You’d be stuck thinking about how good he looked, blonde hair a mess, veins popping out his neck and his arms, large muscles flexing, face screwed up towards you— you’d lick up all the poison he’d spewed to you over and over. It’s funny, at times like that you’d just wanted to know, if he’d fuck all his anger into you? Maybe you’d cum so many times just from finger fucking you, you’d be a babbling mess, begging for more—

Delusional.

Maybe when he was actually angry with you, not when Ghost was aggravated to the point he didnt want to physically see you.

And at the absolute worst of times, you’d trusted his words. You stayed away for a couple weeks just as you were told because you so desperately wanted to be told how good you were when you got that call. How you weren’t a needy bitch, but the prettiest & smartest girl he’d ever been with.

And of course you could’ve heard those simple words from anyone in a ten mile radius, ask your online followers for a few complements and you would’ve gotten them like clockwork. But you needed to hear it from that meanie.

Did you have a praise kink? Perhaps.

Did you need men’s approval to live? God forbid.

You just wanted Ghosts approval. His rough hands from those long days of being in action to touch your body, the playful head pats you swore you hated it cause it messed up your hair, a good smack to the ass as praise when he instructed you on how to change a car tire, fat fingers trailing your back as you sat in his lap, reading those books you loved a loud. Gruff voice praising after you had such an amazing day at work— as if you’d been the one to align everything so it could all work in your favor. ‘Good job doll, you’re doin well for yourself.”

Those underlying daddy issues would tear themselves out of you— like some junkie, you craved to hear his praises, feel it on your skin. It tingled the ivory inside you like a piano.

You tried taking your mind off it, throwing yourself into work, hanging out with your friends, doing a stream or two just to see if anyone showed up, get your mind straight so you wouldn’t be so dependent.

But giving a stray attention then yanking it away would be plain rude.

Your brain was in turmoil, front of your brain started to thunk, thunk, thunk from how much you were over thinking. To top it off, your father had called you just as you’d gotten done having lunch with some friends.

It’d be a long fucking night.

“No, I'm not moving back to the US just so I can be married off to someone stranger. Are you crazy?” You practically shrieked once you’d heard your stupid father on the other side of the call. No ‘hello,’ ‘how are you?’ ‘It’s been a while’ just straight bullshit.

Something about an arranged marriage with the son of a businessman he was trying to partner with. You wanted to punch him square in his jaw— ooooh calm down. You were okay. It’s perfectly fine.

“It’s for the betterment of your future, [+]. Why am I the only one who cares about that? You can’t go playing around with dogs all day—“

“I have serious clients dad, famous ones. Rich one’s. I’m not grooming dogs for nothing, even talked about opening my own place.” You tried. It was your dream, something not even your boss knew about. But Simon knew, in fact, he was the one who pushed you the most about really chasing after what you wanted. He had the most faith in you, and you yearned to hear him reassure you right now. Even if it was just him saying, ‘dont let those cunts get in your head, you’re my smart girl, aren’t ya? You know best.’

You would’ve killed to hear that right now.

Your father chastised, “A little grooming license isn’t a bachelors degree, is it?”

Oh. You blinked. He always had to take it there when he couldn’t get his way, because everything needed to go your father’s way or no one could be happy. You wiped your hand over your face in frustration, huffing as you continued on to your apartment, tuning out whatever the man was saying with ‘mmhm’.

Like a knight in shining armor but the opposing enemy, there the skull mask wearing man sat in his big black truck right in front of your apartment building. Simon didn’t even have to say anything when he caught your brown eyes, just motioned his head. ‘Come.’

Did he have to tell you twice?

You climbed in the car, heart pounding, not even listening to the words that were coming from the other side of the line because someone ten times more important had showed up.

“Where’ve you been?” He’d filled the cars silence in a hushed tone. Just enough so you could hear but your father couldn’t.

You fumbled around with your purse, looking at anything you could but the man beside you, “…You told me not to come over.”

“And you actually listened?” Simon griminced, eyebrow raised at you as he continued to drive.

Because usually, you’d show up even if you were the one who was mad. Ignoring him like he did you, even if you two were in the same space but you were still together. He’d still pull you in his arms, rubbing his head in the crevice of your neck because you were so damn cute with those eyebrows furrowed and pout.

“I didn’t wanna make you more upset this time.” You wanted to hide yourself but that truck left no room for it.

Well that didn’t work, did it? It just made him more annoyed. To the point Price had to tell him to ease up on the lower ranked soldiers during training. Even if he did push you away, you were a boomerang, always finding your way back to the older brute— a constant. You were a stray cat that would brush into Simon each time he gave you a little attention, a little food, a little love. And he liked it, his cute little thing that would ease his mind from everything even if you were a little annoying. Something to care for.

Like, a puppy? A kitten? No, more. Girlfriend? Of course. A step down to hell. His baby girl. His baby—

Before Simon could get another word out, the rambling from your phone the both of you were ignoring turned into yelling. His hand gripped the wheel with a scuff. Simon hated your father to say the very least, an annoying, prude that man was. He had a nasty habit of calling you and spewing utter bullshit in your ear, critiquing every little one of your life choices even though he didn’t raise you, didn’t pay for anything— he was just another entitled sperm donor. Simon had to tell you to hang up different times because he couldn’t stand someone talking to you like that.

It took Simon back to his own father, that abusive, psychopathic prick. Didn’t know what the hell he was doing with him and his younger brother, fucker always was on ballistic shit. Throwing things against the wall, putting his hands on anyone in that God forsaken house that breathed wrong, drinking non stop and the goddamn yelling. He didn’t want that for you— didn’t want to end up like that bastard. Simon cared about you too much, he wouldn’t let that happen. So in his fucked up way of caring, he’d push you away. Saying anything that came to mind, only meaning 61% what he actually said.

But that proved to be a new dead end.

Which led to a new resolution: he’d fix whatever issue went on in his head and keep you if it meant not having to see you very clearly, shut yourself down to cope or having to hear your annoying father talking down on you like an imbecile.

Ghost’s own head was reeling— he would never let anyone talk to you like you were an idiot. Couldn’t even imagine it. Yes, you were a little agitating, a little fucking dumb— but that was fixable. Nothing Daddy couldn’t fix. And if you trip and fall on your mistakes, the older man was right there to catch you. He’d refix your problems a thousand times over if he had to, why? Because he adored you to pieces.

But you weren’t an idiot, you can’t fix inherent incompetence.

His princess wasn’t incompetent.

That’s why every fuckin time you were on the phone with your father, which was already rare, he wanted to shove his booted foot right the man’s ass. Sew his asshole shut and keep feeding him, and feeding him, and feeding him. Water board the guy and show everyone how he was the fuckin embarrassment and not his sweet precious daughter—

Simon would try to hold whatever anger was festering this time because you, for your mothers sake, were trying to fix the relationship you didn’t break.

He was off the rocker, yes, but he’d get the shit together. Quick. Somehow. For you.

Be good, good, be good, be good—

“—And I bet you’re still fucking around with that ass aren’t you, [+]? You can be such a fucking idiot, it’s time to grow the hell up-“

You weren’t a fucking idiot. Never. If Simon didn’t call you that, what made anyone think they had the right to?

He didn’t hesitate to snatch the phone out of your hands, “—Are you out of your fuckin mind!?”

His voice boomed, filling the car, not even your father was talking anymore. The only sound that could be heard was the engine and the tires rolling on the pavement.

“Ya don’t say shit to your own kid for a decade but now you think you can run her life because you got some money in your pocket? Money you haven’t even spent a single pound on her—“ there was a quick muffled noise from the other side of the phone but Ghost was faster, “I’m disrespectful!? I wish I gave a shit about what you think of me or what I’m doin with your fuckin daughter. She’s with me for good reason.”

“—The next time you call you’d better have one foot in the grave or I’m gonna find you and make sure you do my fuckin self.” The blonde pressed the red button on the screen, a few more taps to block the man who, the blonde man had decided, wouldn’t be in your life.

After putting your phone in your lap, his hand immediately went to the back of your neck and letting out a deep breath, rubbing the baby hairs with his thumb. Soothing you. You saw Simon mouth move but you didn’t hear what came out of it. It was like your ears were shot just for a second, your heart beating loudly, you had wrapped yourself in a daze whenever you’d talk to your father and this had to be the first time someone not only yanked you out of it, but fully and undoubtedly protected you.

“Kid.” he barked, more profound.

Your big brown eyes snapped over to him, your brain finally catching up to what was happening in the moment.

“You’re okay, ‘s okay. I’ve got you, gonna take care ‘f you. Promise. You want that? Want me to take care of you, hm baby?” His voice was so soft, inviting, pulling you into whatever he’d had set for you in his mind.

How could you say no, when all you ever wanted was to be Simons?

“Yes sir.”

Famous last words.

Like you’d ignited a flame, his brown eyes flickered with mischief.

Ghost, the usual menace, rough man was being cloying with you.

Leaving gentle kisses all over as he made his was down to the heat in the middle of your legs. Big hands roaming the rest of your body as he slid your black, wet, underwear off, throwing your legs over his shoulders and giving a nice smooch to your cunt.

“So fuckin pretty baby, ‘s all for me?” His tongue slide up and down your vulva.

“Y-Yeah,” you said breathlessly, eyes fluttering shut as Ghost lapped up every juice that was coming out of you.

The older man scuffed, slipping a finger inside your tight walls and slowly thrusting them. “ ‘yeah’? That’s all you gotta say? Don’t be stubborn with me doll, wanna be nice to you today.”

You felt a pinch to your thigh, a warning, “keep those pretty eyes on me swee’art, need you focused on me.”

Your head tilted itself to the side, nodding your head and biting your lip to contain your moan but it’s barely doing anything as you watch Simon slip another fat finger into you, pumping his fingers faster and finally going up to your clit, taking a little nibble of it and then talking it in his mouth.

“Fu- mmm- fuuuck- wait- Si- I- can I cum? Please? Can I?” You whimpered, peeking down at the brown eyes that were stuck on you. Ghost was smirking, almost enough to get a laugh out of him.

“Course baby, bein so good. Can cum as much as you want today.” His fingers curled just right at the perfect spot inside you and your walls flutter around his fingers. But he’s not stopping, course he’s not, the man has to get a good taste of you, get you cumming with his fingers, without his fingers, without sucking your clit— he sucking out every drop that leaves your cunt.

Ghost was taking his sweet time, as if you didn’t need him inside you desperately. You were aching for more after cumming a fourth time, bucking your hips only for Ghost to press down on them to keep you still.

He pulled his mouth away from you, face covered in your slick, “Jesus baby, cut it out, will you? Thought you wanted Daddy to take care of you?”

“D-do, I do. It’s just- just-“

“Don’t tell me you’re not used to it.” His ends of his lips turned up into a smirk, teasing, fingers rubbing your clit just enough to keep you wanting more yet slow enough to keep your attention only on him.

No. No you weren’t. He’d known that.

Simon usually manhandled you every which way and any position he wanted you in. Edging you as much as he wanted then giving it to you deep and leaving you breathless at every moment. And it’s not like you hated it, you loved every second of it. But this- this situation made your brain melt.

The older man just looooved that.

“Give me another, let me feel it.” His hands went to grope your tits, squeezing and pulling at them as he rubbed his face further into your pussy, completely devouring you whole. The blonde slid his long tongue back inside your hole, thrusting it just right. The man groaned as you pulsed around him, somehow getting sweeter as you fell apart.

He kept touching all over you, the curve your breasts, the peak of your nipples, the dips in your hips and thighs— ever so softly. As if he was revisiting a map he’d known like the back of his hand, making sure he knew every nook and cranny of you, the cause of every twitch, shake, and moan, the reason slick kept flowing down onto his tongue.

Why?

Well a good Daddy just had to know his baby well, shouldn’t he?

You should’ve known, there was no way Simon would ever be nice and go easy on you the whole time he was fucking you. But you were being silly, fantasizing about him slipping inside you and being gentle.

Your mistake for thinking a man so large in size, so brutal with words, with the biggest and fattest dick you’ve ever seen in your life would ever treat your poor pussy kindly :(. You always looked so perfect when he had you crying, so easy to bully, Ghost just couldn’t help himself.

“Si- Simon!” You yelped out, as he finally bottomed out inside your pink walls that were gonna chop his manhood off. He’d had you stuck in an inescapable full nelson, legs spread wide open and beefy arms hooked under knees, forcing your head down to look at the disappearing act of the century happening with his cock and your cunt.

“Look at the fuckin mess you’re makin kiddo, gonna get my thighs wet at this rate.” Ghost was plopping you up and down, up and down on his length, the loud sloshing sound of your sopping wet pussy filling the room.

“No- Si- aangh- it’s too much!” And it’s not like you could even push any of him away, as he thrusted up into you, making sure you took every single inch imaginable.

“Such a fuckin liar baby. What a fuckin liar you are, ‘nd you don’t think I’ve fuckin noticed that you won’t call me how you’re supposed to? Huh? Didn’t teach you to lie like that, did I?”

You’d internally cursed, slapping at his hand for some relief but your mouth only letting out moans. Yes, you were avoiding calling him ‘daddy,’ even though you’d call him that casually, it felt so off today after your falling out with your father. It made your head spin, because it wasn’t just a nickname anymore.

You were craving the missing hole you’ve been ignoring this whole time, to be filled with the man fucking you like a slut in his big arms.

“Told you I’d take care of ya, didn’t I princess? Promised you I’d be reaalll good to ya but— shit, your squeezing the life outta me— can’t be nice if you don’t treat your own daddy proper, can I?” You moaned at his words, shaking your head because this man was gonna make you go insane, tonight. Pushing you past the point of no return, and no, he wouldn’t let go of your hand while he’d did it.

He’d hold your hand and jump with you.

“Come on, call me how you’re ‘posed to kid.” He grunted in you ear, sucking on your earlobe, “Call the only man you’ll ever need, the man who’s fuckin your pretty pussy right, know you want to. Come on.”

He was egging on that delusion that sat, triple boxed up and in the farthest corner of your mind of your mind. Teasing, taunting you, probing at the thought that you swore you locked away that one time it slipped out of you mid conversation months ago.

But Simon remembered. In fact, he’d just needed the ‘okay’ from your plump lips because he longed to hear you call him that oh so sweet yet oh so sinful name once more. He wanted to be your number one. The man you relied on, someone that would never leave you like your father did. Better than your father, better than any one of those little boys you’d fool around with in the past. Damn it, and it was making you wetter.

“Paaa! You feel so good pa!” You mewled, throwing your head back on his shoulder in pleasure.

You felt that maniacal grin form on Ghosts lips on your shoulder, leaving a kiss on your neck— he was proud of you. It tickled something in his brain, scratched the exact spot where his own daddy issues lay. He wasn’t new to hearing a sex partner call him daddy during sex, maybe he exuded that energy— it was in his blood, Ghost didn’t know. But you just kept pushing the line, accidentally calling him that magic word when he’d praise you. And it stuck. You’d call him daddy like it was second nature. Looking up at him with those pretty brown eyes, obediently listening to whatever he had to say. That’s what all the fucking clingy shit was about, the needy, desperation of it all.

Wanting a father figure from a hell raiser— it was arranged. You were a good girl. Ghosts good little girl.

“Therrre you go princess, atta girl! Doin so good for me, cum on your daddy’s dick. Show me how good you are baby, milk me dry.”

You shook your head, belligerent sobs escaping you. You couldn’t believe you’d just call him that, of all things. And you tried to retract it, whining your way through your orgasm that left you trembling, Simon himself filling your tight cunt with every bit cum that sat in his balls.

“I- I- hicc- I didn’t mean to call you- hicc- I’m sorry.” You blabbered out, how sweet. How cute, you were trying to collect yourself. He pulled out of you with a roll of his eyes, flipping you onto your stomach, rubbing the tip against your hole that was leaking with the both of your cum. What a miraculous sight.

“No, baby you did. Don’t worry that pretty little head,” he cooed, slipping his dick back inside you, groaning at the feel of you. “pa’s got you.”

“Come on doll, wanna hear you,” He rocked his hips into you, the room filling with the smack, smack, smack, smacking of his balls hitting your wet pussy, ripples forming on your ass with every thrust.

Your brain was turning to mush, drool forming and dripping down the sheets of the bed. The only thing you were able to think of was daddy, daddy, daddy, pa, pa, pa. How good your pa was drilling into you like a maniac.

Simon’s hand wrapped around your curly hair, dragging you up to your knees as he continued to ram into you, “This allll my sweet little girl needed? Your pa to take care of you like a good daddy should. Fuck, that bastard couldn’t treat you right could he? Show you how a man’s supposed to treat you, huh?”

“Noooo sir- nghhh.” you keened, eyes rolling to the back of your head.

“Tha’s right princess, don’t worry though— I love you. Your pa loves you soooo. fuckin. much baby. No one’s gonna love you more than me.”

Those words alone is what set off your next orgasm, he was talking crazy, actually. And you loved every second of it, back arching even more so as you pulsated around his throbbing cock. He was still thrusting into you chasing his own orgasm, a string of curses leaving his mouth as you felt the tip of him spasm. He made you so full of him, you’d felt so warm all over.

“Shit, such a good girl for me, gonna take such good care of you from now. What do ya say?” He took you in his arms, laying you on top of him. You could feel his heart beating, chest heaving. Both of your skin sticky with sweat.

“Thank you pa.” You wrapped your arms him.

“Oh princess,” Ghost smiled, pressing his lips against yours, cupping your face with one hand and caressing it with his thumb, “you’re so welcome.”

a/n: it’s three people who are gonna read all this, me being one of them. If you liked it leave me a message or comment. If you hated it, idk. I’m just a big dadbf!simon enthusiast.

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[angeliteria]

𝐃𝐄𝐕𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍.

pairings — catholic!fem reader and eddie munson

summary — you're a good catholic girl. always have been — even though you're dating eddie munson, who's the complete opposite of that. he's crude and vulgar, and his influence may just taint you entirely.

warnings tags — adult language. mentions of religion, talks of god. eddie hates god, but has a god kink. major blasphemy. reader has daddy issues. mentions of jason craver (ew i know). graphic details of smut: loss of virginity (virgin!reader) + corruption. oral (eddie receiving). f!ngering. slight degrading but more praise. wrong usage of a rosary.

Eddie Munson was merely the Devil in your parents eyes.

To you, he was the seventh heaven.

Crossing paths with him was not a mistake, but a blessing. Eddie took care of you, and loved you. He really loved you.

You met him through a friend who went to Hawkins with him, and you couldn’t perceive him as a bad boy, whatsoever. He was genuine and kind the second you and him met, asking questions about you that no other guy ever had done.

But you knew he was not the guy you could bring home to your parents. Your parents were aware of him, since your father was a Sheriff for the Hawkins department, and always got reports of him.

You couldn’t tell them about your infatuation for Eddie, and how your heart burned for him, belonged to him. You were more faithful to Eddie Munson than you were to your Catholicism, and for you to say that to your parents, would earn you a kick to church camp.

You couldn’t say that their sweet little girl was in love with Hawkins’ freak; that he had told her many ways he wanted to deprive her of innocence and purity; that he dreamed of her worshiping him under her cross.

And you dreamed of that, every Sunday, for the past many month.

You sat in between your father and mother as the Priest read from the bible, and you fiddled with the ending hem of your white, babydoll dress. You stared mindfully at the cross, your head drawing the image of Eddie taking your virginity, rupturing your virtue, right underneath it.

You did feel a bit of guilt when you thought such lewd things, and you did blame Eddie for it. You felt even worse thinking of them in church, where you were supposed to be devoting your love and soul to the Lord, not a wild man.

“Hebrews 13:4 says, ‘Marriage is to be held in honor among all, and the marriage bed is to be undefiled; for fornicators and adulterers God will judge’”, the Priest spoke confidently, eyes glancing up to everyone for a second.

You swallowed thickly, fingers gripping tightly on your dress.

What the fuck, Jesus, you thought to yourself. I’m a fucking eighteen year old, of course I want to fornicate!

“Sweet dear,” your mother whispered, and you looked at her. “You look unwell. Are you okay?”

“Do you mind if I take a moment outside?” You wondered, brows drawing upwards. “It feels stuffy. Just for a minute, please.”

She sighed heavily, shaking her head. “Very well, then. Be quiet, dear.”

You thanked her, standing up, and quickly — but quietly — dismissed yourself out of the building, pushing open the wooden doors. The second you were outside, you groaned, the doors swinging close behind you.

“I’m damned for Hell,” you mumbled, rubbing your temple in frustration.

“So am I,” you heard a voice come from the side of you. You spin your head, finding Eddie there, smoking a cigarette. “For smoking of the Lord’s sacred grounds.”

“Eddie,” you sighed in relief, walking up to him, and he brought you into his embrace. He kissed the side of your head, before pulling back. “What are you doing here? If my parents — or anyone — sees you, they will make a fret out of it!”

Eddie chuckled. “Is that so?”

“I’m serious, Eds,” you frowned, throwing a small, playful slap to his shoulder. “We don’t need a scene.”

“Ah, I know, angel,” he cooed, kissing your forehead for assurance. “I just needed to see you. Was wondering what you are doing tonight?”

“I have homework, and finish my project on the Betrayal of Judas tonight,” you explained, annoyed at the mere thought of it. “It’s going to take all night. Why do you ask?”

“I wanted you to come by my trailer tonight,” Eddie said, and you smiled, but upset you had to decline his suggestion. “But it’s okay. I’m going to pick you up after school tomorrow, okay?”

“If Sister Josie sees you, she will report you to my parents,” you warned, and he only barked a laugh, throwing his head back. “I do not want to be sent to a camp because I was caught with you, Eds.”

“If your parents did that, I’d kidnap you,” Eddie stated, and you rolled your eyes, shooting a look at the church’s doors, eyes retreating back into his shortly after. “Go on in, sweetheart. I’ll see you tomorrow, and we can do something fun.”

You raised a brow. “Like what?”

“Anything you wanted,” Eddie promised, giving your chin a soft pinch. “Be good for me, yeah?”

You hummed, and nodded. “Bye, Eds,” you gave him a kiss on the cheek, and he watched you walk all the way back into the church.

You hurried back to your row, perching yourself back in between your parents.

“Feel better?” Your mother asked.

You inhaled sharply. “Much better.”

Your fork poked at the vegetables that sat on your dinner plate, your eyes boring into it. It was always quiet on Sunday dinners, and you never said anything, unless your parents did.

Your mother poured herself another glass of red wine, and your father glanced at you, then his wife. “Got another report today about that Munson boy,” your father cracked the perfect quiet, and was visibly angered. “He’s been seen graffiting near Lovers Lake.”

“And who is reporting that?” Your mother questioned, sipping her beverage.

“Probably that ass kisser, Jason,” you mumbled, and your father slammed his hands down on the table.

“LANGUAGE!” Your father bellowed, and you dropped your fork onto your plate, slouching back into your chair. “Jason is a good boy. A good son of the Lord, and that’s the kind of guy you need in your life.”

“Jason literally tried to kiss me at the eighth grade school dance,” you recalled, scoffing. “Without my consent, may I add!”

“Well you two were children then,” your mother said, and you rolled your eyes, crossing your arms over your chest. “He’s a lovely boy. His friends are lovely too!”

You purse your lips. “His friends are dumb fucks.”

Okay, so maybe Eddie really did have a bad influence on you. Because you would never — for the love of God — curse in front of your parents, until now.

“What’s with the mouth?” Your father asked, and you glared at him. “You ought to pray tonight to the Lord tonight.”

“I’m just growing up, daddy,” you mocked, standing up from the dinner table, and threw your napkin on top of your plate. You stormed out of the dining room, straight into your bedroom, slamming your bedroom door behind you.

You dropped your body onto your bed, stuffing your face into your pillow. You wanted to scream and kick every object in your room, but refused not to do such a thing.

You were fine with laying on your bed, and smothering yourself with a pillow, until you heard gentle knocks at your window. You jolted up, your head craning toward the sound, and peeked at the window.

And you found Eddie, standing right outside your window.

You cursed under your breath, and stalked over to your window, snapping it open. Eddie smiled at the sight of you, though he could tell you were mystified by his unnoticed appearance.

“Do you want to kidnap me that badly?” You wondered, and he chuckled breathily, shrugging. “You can’t be here right now. My dad and I got into this fight.”

“About me, I suppose?” Eddie asked, allowing himself to jump into and through your bedroom window, and you didn’t stop him. “I know how your daddy likes to talk about me.”

“He said I should be with Jason, or someone like him,” you said, and he closed your bedroom window. “Because he is a son of the Lord.”

“Or the fucking Devil,” Eddie joked, and you snickered, but agreed. “I wonder what your dad would think if he knew you were with me, hm?”

“He would take his shotgun to you,” you admitted, and Eddie took a look around your bedroom. “Anyway, you can stay for a bit, but my father demands I pray for cursing.”

“Their little girl suddenly has a mouth of dirt?” Eddie teased, and you slapped his arm, which he laughed at. “Have I finally corrupted their innocent daughter?”

“Shut it, Munson,” you snapped, and he leaned against your desk, his eyes casting down at your Bible that sat on top of it.

“How about you pray right now? I won’t say a thing,” Eddie suggested, and you raised a brow, tilting your head. “You need to get it over with, anyway. You won’t even know I’m here.”

“You want to watch me pray?” You asked.

“It’d be nice, ya’know?” Eddie grinned, and he could tell you were completely gullible to what he was getting at. “Maybe I could learn a thing or two.”

You considered it, and simply agreed, walking up next to him. You grabbed your bible, and opened it up as you made your way over to your bed, kneeling at the end of it. Your knees brushed against your carpet-like flooring, looking up at your cross.

“Wait, Eds,” you paused, and he was already giving you your pink rosary. You thanked him, wrapping it around your fingers, and held it tightly in your hand.

Your cross hung right above your bed, right in the middle of your room, and your attention diverted from him, to the Bible.

Eddie simply watched and witnessed you speak and pray, and he felt sick for getting aroused to this pure sight of you, pleading for forgiveness from a man who supposedly ruled the Earth. He wanted to touch you, for his hands to memorize and caress every curve of your body.

His eyes unpeeled that baby pink tank top you wore, then went to your white, soft sweatpants. He wondered how it’d be like for you to plead and worship him in front of the Lord as he made you call him your God.

Maybe that was an awful, crude dream to play in his head, but he wanted to have your devotion turn to him, not the Lord.

The Lord couldn’t love and care for you the way he did.

Eddie went over to your bedroom door, and locked it, seeing how focused you were on the pages of pure fiction.

He kneeled behind you, and wrapped an arm around your torso, your body shuddering. He brought you closer to him, planting an innocent kiss on your shoulder.

“Eddie, I’m praying,” you pouted, setting your Bible down for a moment. “You said you wouldn’t disrupt.”

“Just keep going, love,” he mumbled, his tip of his nose brushing against your skin. “Keep praying.”

You rolled your eyes and did so, continuing to recite every word from the pages.

Eddie’s lips made their way to the nape of your neck, getting the sweet scent of your perfume. “What a good girl,” he whispered, his hot breath sending a symphony of shivers along your body. “Doing anything to stay pure and good.”

You nearly faltered, your concentration weakening. His hand trailed to your stomach, resting on your abdomen.

Eddie had touched you before, but not fully — not under your clothes. He even afforded to show you how to touch yourself, but Sister Tina from your school said you’d be banished to Hell for such a thing; so that set enough fear in.

Now, you craved for him to touch him. You didn’t know why in this particular moment — out of every heated, lusting moment — you wanted to feel him, to take you apart, and taint every part of your body, and brain.

You began to stutter as you spoke, Eddie’s hand crawling under your sweatpants, grazing over your clothed area. “Do you think the Lord wants me to touch you?” He taunted, and you hummed, your hands grasping harshly onto both sides of the Bible. “What do you think?”

“Eddie,” you managed to breathe out. “Eddie.”

“I want him to watch me take his devoted angel,” Eddie continued, his fingers creeping into your underwear, and your body flinched the second his fingers pressed against your bud. “Show him that he is no protector.”

You nodded, and Eddie grinned, resting his chin onto your shoulder.

You wanted Eddie. You needed Eddie.

“Keep reading, or I’ll stop,” Eddie warned, and you couldn’t hold onto a single thought as his middle finger curled into your unripe cunt. You moaned, squeezing your eyelids shut to the feeling of it. It was a single fucking finger in you, and you felt like pure bliss.

Eddie continued to pump the individual finger in you, slowly and surely as you tried to read more.

Everything was going smoothly, until a knock hit against your bedroom door.

Your father barked your name, you and Eddie freezing up. “Honey, why is your door locked?” Your father asked, shaking the doorknob. “Are you okay?”

Eddie smirked, his ring finger joining his middle, both pumping into a picked up pace.

“I–I’m praying!” You announced, trying to hold back your noises. “I wanted to pray in privacy, talk to the Lord!”

“Oh,” your father spoke from the other side of the door. “I’m glad to hear that, sweetie. I just wanted to say, you know I’m just looking out for you, right?”

Eddie’s fingers struck an unknown, but euphoric, spot in you, and you choked down a loud moan. “Yeah, daddy! I know that,” you responded, throwing your head back onto Eddie’s shoulder, and the Bible collapsed to the side of you.

Eddie chuckled quietly, using his free hand to wrap onto your throat. “What a filthy girl,” he whispered into your ear, grasping onto your neck.

“There’s bad guys out there, like Eddie Munson,” your father said, and Eddie wanted to bark a laugh. “If you were to be with a boy like that, I’d lose it. Boys only want one thing, and you know that.”

Another noise was lodged in your throat, Eddie having to squeeze your throat as a warning.

“I know, I know! Now, can I continue praying, please?” You asked, and Eddie’s finger shoved into you faster, and harder.

“Yes, of course! Your mother and I are heading to the Martins for a bit,” he acknowledged, and you had to slam your own hand over your mouth. “We should be back no later than 11. Be good!”

You kept your hand over your mouth until you heard the front door slam shut, and the second they did, you freed all your noises. Your chest heaved, your body becoming pudding against Eddie’s.

A hot sensation hit your stomach, and you found pleasure in it. It was an unfamiliar, enjoyable feeling. Your thighs trembled, and Eddie took a quick note to it, noticing how you were barely adjusting to this. “Are you going to cum?” Eddie asked, and you looked at him with confusion.

“Cum?” You repeated.

“Does it feel like your stomach is on fire?” Eddie asked, his fingers making themselves deeper into your core, and you nodded. “That means you’re at your climax, love. That you are going to cum. It’s very normal.”

You still had a lot to learn, and Eddie was glad enough to teach you it all.

“Just let it go, sweetheart. Let it be free,” he cooed, and you hummed, your body convulsing the second your climax poured out of you, nearly dropping to the floor. He kept you up and close to him, and you panted, swallowing thickly.

Eddie’s fingers disappeared out of you, removing his hand completely from you. He placed his two fingers in his mouth, getting the sweet taste of you, and nearly moaned. “You taste fucking divine.”

You blushed, and eyed your Bible, picking it up. “I think I got enough forgiveness,” you joked, and Eddie hummed, helping you stand up with him. “I just…”

“Hm?” Eddie wondered, taking the Bible from you, and rested it on your desk. “What is it, sweet girl?”

“I want,” your voice quavered, your head hanging low in embarrassment. “I want more.”

Eddie placed his finger under your chin, bringing your head up to look him directly in the eye. “You want more? You have to be more specific, love,” Eddie mused, and you whimpered. “Use your words, please.”

“I want you to touch me more,” you only knew how to say it like that. Just paraphrase it in that way. “I want you to fuck me?”

“Is that a question or statement?” Eddie jested, and you whined more, embarrassed. “I’m kidding, sweet girl. I know what you mean, but are you sure?”

You nodded, smiling in confidence.

Eddie tugged you closer to his body, his lips smothering yours, and his hands laid on your hips, squeezing them gently. Your arms looped around his neck, holding him close to you, your body aching for him.

He led you over to your bed, sitting down onto it as you straddled his lap. Your hands cupped his cheeks, your rosary brushing against his skin, and you could feel him smile on your lips.

His lips fell off of yours, and he stripped off his upper half clothing, dropping them to your floor. Your eyes widened to the view of his body, his abs perfectly toned, and your finger drew around the tattoos he had on the left side of his chest.

“I like this tattoo,” you giggled at the Demon and spider tattoos, and he smiled, kissing the side of your head. “But I will always like your puppetmaster tattoo a lot more.”

“Gotta get you a tattoo one day,” Eddie said, and you shook your head. “Get you a pretty tattoo, just like mine, yeah?”

“I’ll think about it,” you said, and he hummed, his fingers hooking under your shirt. You let him take it off of you, undoing your bra by yourself. You hesitantly shimmed off your bra, the straps sliding down your arms, and onto your lap.

You put it on the ground with the other clothes, and you didn’t stare at Eddie as his eyes gawked at your breasts. You were insecure and worried – he was the first guy to ever see your bare body.

Panic slowly rolled in. “Is it okay? Am I okay?”

“Baby,” Eddie breathed, looking up at you, and then at your breasts. “You are so beautiful. This body, all mine to touch and mark.”

Your worries washed away, Eddie planting loving kisses on your breasts.

“Your body is fucking gorgeous,” he whispered, captivated and enthralled by your gracious beauty. “All fucking mine.” He carefully laid you on your back, on the bed, and hovered over you, his lips falling back onto yours. His body rutted against yours, hands at the waistband of your sweatpants,

“Take them off, Eds,” you breathed into the kiss, and his taste was gone for a moment as he listened, stripping off your sweatpants. You were left in your white cotton panties, and he took a second to unbuckle his belt, and then his pants, both landing on the ground.

You and Eddie were only left in your underwear, and you could feel a hard bulge brush against your inner thigh.

Oh, you thought to yourself. That.

“Are you sure you’re ready, doll?” Eddie asked, and you looked at him with assuring, doe eyes, and he kissed your forehead. He reached over to his pants, grabbing his wallet from it, and pulled out a small wrapper from it.

You shivered, and your eyes bored into Eddie as he took off his boxers, and you tensed the second you glimpsed at his cock.

You were about to pray to God again, due to the overwhelmingly huge size of Eddie.

Eddie opened up the wrapper, taking out the condom, and slipped it on. You took off your panties and kicked them off, throwing your rosary too, seeing how they joined all other clothing items on the floor.

“It’s going to hurt at first; if you want me to stop, just say so,” Eddie said, and one of his hands held onto yours for comfort as his other was used to guide him into you. You could feel the head of him at your cunt, and you squeezed his hand whilst his cock made its way into you, slowly and bit by bit.

Your back arched, gasping aloud to the feeling of him fulfilling you. Eddie’s hand grasped onto your jaw, holding onto it, forcing you to hold eye contact with him. “Just take me, love,” he mused, and you whimpered in response.

You were being easily stretched and torn apart by his cock, your virtue draining out of you with every brush of him coming in and out of you. You continued to hold onto his hand, his thumb rubbing the back of your hand for assurance you were safe.

Eddie kept a steady, delicate pace, taking a clear eye to how you were already in shambles. He was simply dispossessing you of your longing purity, your body and devotion belonging to him now.

This was Seventh Heaven to you — this was all of the joy and exhilaration you longed for.

Your cunt adjusted to his size, and your hand let go of him, setting both of them onto his shoulders. “More, Eddie. Please,” you pleaded, and he began to drill himself deeper into you, his hands pressing onto your stomach for support.

You squealed, his eyes on the way his cock thrusted into you. Your body elevated upwards, and your glossy eyes caught a glance of the cross above your bed.

If this corruption was so cruel, so vile, why did it feel so fucking amazing?

Flares of euphoria spurred throughout your body as wanton, lewd noises elicited out of your mouth, and filled your bedroom. Embers of pure, raw desire were in Eddie’s eyes the second they fell back into yours, his breath shuddering his rib cages.

A firestorm grew in your stomach, and your nails dug into Eddie’s shoulder, earning a harsh moan out of him. “‘M gonna cum,” you told him, your chest falling up and down rapidly. “I need to cum, Eds.”

“What a sensitive whore you are,” he taunted, and you groaned, the fire spreading into your thighs. “Cum for me, sweetheart. Cum for your God.”

Your lids sealed shut as your climax peaked and rushed out of you, your body moving with a hard jolt to it. Eddie nearly laughed mockingly at you, your delicate, unripe body, now sweating and shaking from sinful sex.

You barely had collected the fact Eddie referred to him as your God, but you didn’t hate it.

You liked it.

“I’m going to fuck your pretty mouth,” Eddie said, and helped you sit up as he took off the condom. “I always told you I’d find a way for you to worship me. Get on your knees, angel.”

Eddie tossed his condom into your trash bin, turning his attention back onto you.

You obeyed, and stumbled to your bedroom floor, collapsing down onto your knees. Eddie seized your rosary, and took the opportunity to tie up your wrists with the symbolized jewelry. You whined, tugging at your hostaged wrists.

“Open your mouth for me,” Eddie said, standing in front of you. Your mouth popped open, and he shoved two fingers into your mouth, creeping them to the back of your throat. You gagged the second his fingers hit your throat, your eyes watering.

You stared up at him with pure and pious eyes, that were almost daunting, too.

“How are you going to be able to take my cock, when you can barely take my fingers, angel?” He asked, and a tear trickled down your cheek. He was amused by this single tear. “You worship me?”

You nodded as his fingers left your mouth, his knuckles brushing along your cheek. “Yes, I worship you. Only you,” you assured, giving the edge of his palm a delicate, small kiss. “You’re my religion.”

He chuckled. “Such a good little thing you are.”

Eddie’s fingers curled into your hair, nails scratching against your scalp. His hips pushed forward, his cock stuffing your opened mouth.

You remembered your friend told you about blowjobs — that you make sure your teeth don’t touch, or it makes it unpleasant. Your friend wasn’t as faithful or pure as you were, only going to Catechism to please her parents.

Eddie’s cock continuously hit the back of your throat, drawing inchorenet gargles from you as tears lined at the brim of your eyes. Your throat was brutalized, yet you soaked into the pain of it, taking pleasure in every second of it.

Your eyes rolled back the deeper his cock went, his teeth gritting together, and moaned your name like a mantra.

Eddie’s head fell back, his hips snapping into your face, and you gurgled, trying your best to breathe out of your nostrils. “Shit, shit, I’m close,” he told you, and that was the only warning you were given, nothing else. “Keep your mouth steady and open for your God, baby.”

His climax flooded into your mouth, your tongue getting a salty taste of his high, and he pushed his cock out of your mouth. He tried to catch his breath, sweat beading at his forehead and body, his fingers unhooking from your hair.

“Let me see, doll,” Eddie said, and you happily showed him the way his cum sat on your tongue. “Mhm, that’s a good girl. Swallow it.”

You closed your mouth, taking it all down at once, and he kissed the top of your head. He unknotted the rosary, and your wrists were glad to be free.

Eddie sat the jewelry on your bed stand, and helped you up, sitting you down on your bed afterwards. “Are you okay? Does anything hurt?” He panicked, and you shook your head, a few strands of your hair matted to your teary, sweating cheeks.

“Did I do okay?” You asked, and he frowned, cupping your cheeks, caressing them lovingly with his thumbs.

“You were wonderful, sweet girl. So good,” he reassured, kissing the top of your head. “Let’s get you cleaned up, and dressed. You still have that project.”

You groaned, barely remembering it. “Oh fuck!”

[bekolxeram]

I'm late to the party I know, but I need to learn how to make gifs first. I actually find the Bucktommy dinner scene a bit awkward, but not because they "lack chemistry" or the "flirting is problematic". It's not supposed to be just a cute bonus scene, it's engineered to stuff as much information as possible into mere 55 seconds. Here is my read on it:

The good old always at the hospital joke, probably just Tommy trying to lighten the mood after such a hectic day for the 118, but mainly a set up for the next part.

Buck does not see the humor in it, he seems upset.

Tommy has apparently gotten to know Buck enough at the stage to immediately clock it, and under all the dark humor and sarcasm, he does actually care about Buck's feelings.

The scene of Buck and Eddie in the hospital room with Bobby ends up on the cutting room floor, we've only got that one shot of teary eyed Buck when he breaks the news to Eddie at his house, so this is the first time in the episode Buck gets to express his fear of losing Bobby, his father figure.

And here we are, controversial moment number 1. There isn't much context attached to this line, so viewers interpret it differently. I'm in the minority camp that thinks Tommy is being serious here, Lou's delivery makes it seem like Tommy says this out of concern. I believe it's a call back to this line from the medal ceremony:

Here Buck is talking about Phillip the same way Tommy and Chimney (possibly Hen too) talk about Gerrard: like he's dead. Tommy is probably wondering if Phillip is another Gerrard situation, and he invites Buck to talk about it if he wishes to.

Buck gives a humorous but one word answer, so Tommy gets that he doesn't want to get too deep into it.

From this line on, it's a set up for the Gerrard reign of terror in S8. Tommy reiterates the jealousy he mentioned in 7x04, that he wants to become a part of the 118 family, which he only had a little taste of before he left to become a pilot.

Tommy backstory crumb. Buck and Phillip at least see each other at family functions, Tommy doesn't have a relationship with his dad at all. Judging by the medal ceremony, he doesn't seem to have any family left.

It confirms Gerrard as the anti-Christ anti-Bobby. Buck becomes the person he is because of Bobby, while Tommy behaved the way he did in the 3 begin episodes because of Gerrard. It acknowledges Tommy's toxic ways back in the days, but as we can see by the time Bobby became captain of the 118, Tommy was already on friendly terms with Chimney and Hen, we might have a chance to see the transformation in between next season. I've heard that season 7 is supposed to be a soft relaunch of the entire series, so maybe Gerrard is a good plot device to make new viewers understand the positive influence Bobby has on the firefam.

Classic deadpan humor from Tommy, Buck gets the message that he wants to keep the conversation lighthearted.

Now Buck has the power to decide which direction he's leading the conversation into, and he gives us controversial moment number 2, he brings up daddy issues and makes it horny. Look at his smirky face, he's definitely not trying to have a serious chat about father complex. He's the one who starts flirting, not Tommy, and it shows us unlike the nervous fumbling at the beginning of their relationship, Buck is now comfortable enough to initiate flirting.

Tommy can't say no to that face, so he flirts back, but it can also be interpreted as him being in denial of his obvious daddy issues. More conflict and angst for S8?

More flirting. Boy's got rizz towards all genders. He basically admits he might have "daddy issues" in a sexual connotation.

Now comes THE controversial moment of the scene, if not the episode. I've seen people online bashing Tommy for "making it sexual" (Buck did), "interrupting a meaningful conversation to satisfy his daddy kink" (no one is actually talking about any kink), or even "exploiting Buck's trauma to put him in an inferior role in a dom/sub relationship" (What? That's not what d/s is about).

I raise you the point that the word "daddy" is no longer some kind of kink exclusive lingo. This word has entered the popular zeitgeist the last couple years, and now it basically just means a sexy older man. I bet the daddy kink thing doesn't even cross the mind of most of the GA, they just take it as Tommy hoping Buck find this older man sexy. I think we might have collectively read too many smutty fanfics, that's why we all immediately jumped to the very extreme of the kinkiness spectrum when it comes to this scene.

Conclusion, the dialog in this scene may not sound natural, but that's not the point. This scene is in fact, an infodump. Kudos to the actors for making it cute.

[giurochedadomani]

And also. I believe that (when they get into a bit more serious and established relationship) Bob would get a little bratty and annoying about extremely unimportant stuff just to look at John with his big innocent eyes to get a rise out of him but specially to get him to kiss him stupid. He's just got the energy of a cat who would look you in the eye while actively pushing your mug out of the counter.

And I think this because it'd be a very safe situation in which to play around with the daddy issues and also because Bob doing this and being hurtful / dismissing about it out of nowhere instead of playful would be a huge alarm sign for John about how sentry is about to arrive.

[pyros-hollow]

Okay hear me out on this. Dad!joel checks your phone without you knowing and sees that reader got alot of pics of her male celebs that are as old as joel. Joel gets jealous and sad because why do you have pics of male celebs?? Is he not attractive/hot enough?

This one is silly lol so I'm just gonna do a short lil thing I hope you don't mind

Ain't Good Enough?

Dad!Joel

Don't Like Don't Read pleaseeeeee

I don't condone this type of relationship IRL but it could be read as a normal relationship if you change it around in your head

Just silly jealousy, and some Pedro-ception

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Finally, he was home from work. A couple hours of making framework for one of the countless new homes in Austin was backbreaking and all Joel wanted to do was relax.

Except you weren't home. He knew about your plans to go to the mall with your girls; but then he heard a little ping come from the dining room table.

Your phone.

Which was odd to Joel since you hardly ever left home without the damn thing. So he went over and picked it up, seeing whatever notification you got.

Instagram: lensofstacy sent a reel

A reel? What was a reel? Joel shook his head and tried what he thought was your password on your phone. But it didn't work. Did you change it? The phone buzzed again.

Instagram: lensofstacy: omg our man looks so good in this

Our man?!

Joel had to get into your phone now.

He tried your birthday, his birthday, 12345, password, anything he could think of. Then he was subsequently locked out of your phone for five minutes. Damn it!

He paced around a bit before going to your room, he knew you kept a notebook in here maybe that has the new password...

So he checked around and found the damn thing, flipping to the most recent pages with writing on them. Scanning each and every line for something he could use. Then there it was.

Papi's birthday: 4/2/75

Who the fuck was papi?!?!?!

This was just riling him up by now but he pulled out your phone again and typed in 4275. Unlocked.

"Fuck's sake..." Joel muttered to himself, finally swiping onto Instagram and seeing whatever your friend sent you. It was a flashy montage of someone he didn't know exactly who he was. Too old for you though. His eyes scanned the caption, Pedro? Is Pedro papi? He huffed to himself and decided to see what else you were hiding.

Joel knew enough about phones and you to know you probably kept all your secrets in your gallery. So that's what he opened and good lord-

You must have needed some help. All the guys in here were old, older than he was. Did he not raise you right? Did he give you daddy issues?

Joel recognized a few of these guys. One that was in those X-Men movies, some other superhero physique having men. They all seemed so much better than him. It made him feel... hurt.

Did he not look as good as these guys? Were they better than he was? Joel didn't really know. So he decided it was time to stop looking for his own sake, and put your phone down elsewhere. Maybe sulk a bit.

After around a half hour, Joel was laid up on the couch watching reruns of whatever sitcom came on that day. And the front door clicked open. There you were.

"Dad? What are you doing?" You asked, setting down your purse. Not waiting for him to respond, you started talking again. "Also, did you see my phone? I forgot it here."

"Yeah I saw it alright." Dad huffed, not moving from his spot curled up on the couch. You raised a brow, going and plopping onto the couch next to him with a sigh, cuddling close like you always have. But he still wasn't having it.

"Tell me what's wrong." You sighed, resting your head on his shoulder and blinking up at him a few times.

"Who the hell is 'papi' and why is he your new password?" And you were both silent for a second.

Before you burst out laughing. Joel didn't understand it, he was serious damn it!

"Dad, holy shit- wait you went through my phone!" You gasped, reaching and hitting him gently with one of the pillows on the couch; where he promptly scolded you.

"Maybe. Why the hell do you save so many pictures of those old fuckers anyway? Dad ain't good enough?" He shook his head, shoving at you lightly.

"So what I've got crushes dad. I've seen how you look when Reba is on TV."

"Well, Reba is timeless-"

"Still a crush." You nudged your head into his. He gave a little sigh of a growl, tugging you close and pressing a kiss to your forehead.

"Fuckin' rascal. I can't stay mad at you." He shook his head, patting your back. "You're gonna end up givin' me gray hairs."

"You're already gettin' em." You stuck out your tongue, rubbing one of your fingers on his graying stubble. He gave you a tighter squeeze, a silent plea to shut up.

"Whatever you say, kiddo. Whatever you say..."

[astrologydayz]

ASTRO SEXOLOGY NOTES🔞 - NATAL CHART3

Venus in 12th house, or 5th/8th house ruler in 12th house can get into "love" affairs while being on vacations/retreats/In foreign countries/while they're in a hospital/psych ward, and even in prison

Mars square/quincunx MC makes u so damn fine! U can carry yourself a bit "rougher" tho/look unapproachable = "people being intimidated by u", & u being a little "what the fuck u staring at", and we love it💋🤣. People with Venus conjunct/trine/quintile Eros asteroid - 433) r really sexual individuals. But they most of the time need a "personal connection" of some kind, before jumping in2 bed with someone. They ooze sexual confidence tho, because they know what they want&need sexually🤤🫦. Casanova asteroid - 7328) in Libra/7th house/aspecting Jupiter can “stray" away from their partner, quite easily. They can quickly find somebody else, that they find more "fascinating". They get bored fast! But this mostly applies 2men tho💻📓.

Inner planets in earth signs = very sexual beings, so idk what the fuck people r on about. We just don't fuck the 1st John we c on the street🤷‍♀️. Really picky when choosing a sexual/romantic partner, and we also need 2 know that you're trustworthy 1st. But when you finally pull through, we'll show u what freaky means😘.

Scorpio Mars in/8th/12 house in a MAN'S chart can go 4 hourssss 😵‍💫😵‍💫🫠🫠. Unless Mars is afflicted by other planets, like Saturn, or Jupiter. Saturn ruled people got piercings almost always - body/head/genitals🫦👅). Saturn rules piercings, (restriction, and Steel). Add a little pain 2 the mix, &😍.

Pluto conjunct Mars in a MAN'S chart = some serious sex appeal. They're so fucking smooth2, and have no problem with showing their dominant side. They can easily steal yo girl⚠🍆🔮. Everyone wants a piece💦🙄🤣👄.

Venus/Mars/Pluto in 3rd house likes 2 talk during sex. "U like that baby?" "tell me how much u want it", "yeah I like it, when u got your mouth full🍆🍑". They also get off on how much u can "out smart them" - Book smart or Street smart, either way🧏🤭🤓.

Sun opposite Black Moon Lilith can look for sexual partners that looks, or reminds them of their dad🤷‍♀️(Daddy issues).

Funny how people say that Mars/Venus in 8th/8th house in Scorpio people gets more interested, if u make us jealous??? I will literally erase u🫠🧐. If we wanted to share a person, we would have gone 2 a strip club instead.

Venus square Jupiter does not mean that the individual is "addicted 2 sex", unless anything else shows so.

Jupiter in 9th house/Jupiter aspecting 9th house can show that u have big hips/big thighs/long legs💛👅.

Asteroid Varuna (20000) conjunct/trine your 7th house means that your sexual partners makes u famous, "worldwide attention" because of who u date/have close relationships with✨. If it's in Gemini (example), then u could date famous singers, actors, motivational speakers, things like that.

POF conjunct 5th house can cause the individual 2 be very experienced in the department of love, by the end of their lives. They've dated a lot of different people most of the time, and have had all kinds of relationships - polyamorous with some, monogamous with others - examples.

Records asteroid - 30718) conjunct/opposite Mars in a MAN'S chart, can show that he "enchants" people (usually worldwide) with his sex appeal🤤🫠. The opposition shows a "complication", when it comes 2 this = wanting 2 break records for your talent/s/work, & not only4sex appeal👽.

U don't have 2 have Venus/Mars aspecting each other 2 be fine af/gain a lot of attraction from others bc of your looks/sex appeal. Look at Zac Efron - when he was young, Jungkook - BTS, Tupac🤤, Jackson Wang, Hyunjin from Skz, Rihanna, Marilyn, Austin Butler, Justin Bieber - I don't think he's hot, but some people do - I could keep going.

Women with Mars/Venus conjunct/in 8th house = typically sexually attracted2 "misunderstood individuals" - "someone who's bad, &only good4her" kind of thing. She needs an EVERYTHING BUDDY! A loyal lover/best friend/partner in crime! someone who will never doubt her, but challenge her/someone who brings a healthy amount of “competition"/sexy bantering. She also want someone who's REALLY ready2dominate the fuck out of her, bc she's so used2 dominating people on a daily basis💁‍♀️.

Eros - (433) conjunct 11th house = being sexually attracted 2friends/finding fwb relationships 2be the perfect "arrangement"🎉💃.

Mars conjunct/trine "Dominiona" asteroid - 24899) in a MAN'S chart = a VERY sexually dominant man😤👅. "Big daddy takes little daddy energy" - they can command 10 men like that🤌. Won't let anyone try2run up on em, at any time🫠🤤. Masters at dominating "brats"2, they'll put yo ass in place babe💋.

Venus quincunx Eros asteroid - 433) shows us that an individual typically feels like they're not as sexually "appealing" as people say they r/they won't believe others words. They won't "realise" that they're sexy as hell! They let their insecurities speak4them a lot. But once they start getting that “self assurance/self confidence” = they'll quickly realise that they're the shit, when it comes 2 "seducing" - "enticing" others❤️🍒.

THANKS4READING!!!

APPRECIATE U, ALWAYS💋

[whimsicalpolitical]

okay my daddy issues are showing rn but could you do something where reader and matty are bickering or something and matty says something a bit too harsh or condescending to reader and she sort of shuts down/ has a breakdown?

oh this is my weakness, ty<3

you don’t mean to slam the door, but it’s late and you’re tired and everything feels loud. it’s not dramatic, but it’s loud enough that matty looks up from untying his boots like you just shattered glass.

he blinks. “what?”

you don’t answer right away. you pull your shoes off with quick, irritated hands, drop your bag harder than necessary by the door. it thuds like punctuation. you keep your back to him.

he stands, stretching a little like he didn’t just sense the storm in the room. “what?” he repeats, this time with a bite.

you scoff under your breath.

“oh, brilliant,” he mutters. “you’ve been trying to start shit ever since we got in the car.”

that gets you.

you turn, slow and sharp. “seriously?”

he throws his arms out. “what do you want me to say? you’ve been weird ever since we left. quiet. fidgety. doing that thing where you pretend everything’s fine but your eyes say ‘fuck off.’”

you stare at him. “you called me clingy.”

he looks at you, flat. “are you serious? i was joking.”

“you joked about that in front of your friends, matty. i thought you were past the age of having to be rude to your girlfriend to land with them.”

he sighs, “oh fuck off,” he rolls his eyes, “you were hanging on me the whole time. it was cute. they knew i was messing around.”

“no, they didn’t.” your voice trembles before you can stop it. “you made me look desperate.”

“you’re being dramatic.”

and there it is.

you laugh, bitter and small. “every time i tell you you’ve hurt me, you call me dramatic.”

he rakes a hand through his hair, pacing a little now. “because sometimes you are, you make everything into some big emotional explosion and it’s fucking exhausting. i didn’t wanna fucking insult you.”

you go still. your whole body, your whole being, shuts down. there’s a deep ache somewhere in your chest. it’s been there since you were a kid.

“wow,” you say. “thanks.”

he catches it too late. “i didn’t mean it like that.”

“no, i get it.” you shake your head, backing up a little, like putting space between you might dull the blow. “i’m too much. i’ve always been too much.”

“that’s not what i said- i wasn’t saying you are exhausting-“

“yes, it is.” you meet his eyes. “you just said the one thing i’ve always been scared people are thinking.”

he walks toward you. “don’t twist this.”

you step back. “you think this is twisting? no, matty. twisting is sitting on the edge of your bed every weekend as a kid, wondering why the man who made you never shows up. twisting is being eight and telling yourself maybe this time he just got stuck in traffic. twisting is becoming seventeen and finally realizing he just didn’t give a fuck.”

matty’s mouth opens, but no sound comes out.

you keep going, voice wobbling but sure. “you think i’m clingy? i am. because when someone shows up-even a little bit, even inconsistently, i grip them like they’re air. because i don’t know when they’ll stop showing up.”

he shakes his head, slowly. “darling…”

you ignore it. “you think me holding your hand in public is me being needy? no. it’s me making sure you’re real. making sure you’re still here. because i never learned how to believe love would stay.”

matty looks like he’s trying not to crumble. “i didn’t mean to say it like that.”

“but you did.” your arms are wrapped around yourself now. “you said it and everyone laughed, and i laughed too because that’s what i’m used to. pretending i don’t mind when people make me small.”

he crosses the room in two steps, reaching for your hands. you let him, barely.

“you’re not small,” he says, like it physically hurts him to say anything else. “you’re fucking massive. you take up the whole room. you take up me. that’s what i meant. and i was scared. i made a joke because i didn’t know how to handle being needed like that.”

you say nothing, but your eyes are wet.

he moves closer, gentler now. “i’ve never had real, baby. no one ever loved me like you love me. it scares me because i don’t wanna fuck this up and i just did.”

“you made me feel like a burden,” you whisper. “like something to be tolerated.”

you walk into the kitchen before he can say anything, needing to move, needing to not be seen. you fill a glass with water, hands shaking. the sound of it pouring is too loud in the silence.

you don’t drink it. you just grip the counter, shoulders rising and falling too fast. and then the tears come.

you try to blink them away, wipe them quick with the back of your hand like it doesn’t matter, like you’re not breaking down in your own kitchen. but they fall anyway. fast, steady, burning.

“maybe i am clingy,” you say suddenly, “and sometimes too needy.”

your voice cracks open.

“and i’m sorry, okay?” you spit out. “i’m sorry i love you so much it spills out of me all the time. i’m sorry i need more than you want to give.”

matty’s already crossed halfway into the kitchen, but you flinch when he tries to touch you.

“don’t,” you whisper, stepping back, wiping at your face again.

he freezes.

you don’t even look at him. “i can’t-.”

“okay,” he says, softly, hands held up in surrender. “i get that. i’m not gonna push.”

you lean against the counter, face in your hands, shoulders shaking. you feel so stupid. so raw.

he stays back. but his voice cuts through gently.

“i will never not want you, love.”

you don’t say anything.

“you hear me?” he asks. “you are not too much. you’re not something i have to manage or tolerate. you’re- fuck, you’re everything.”

your jaw tightens. “don’t say that just because i’m crying.”

“i’m saying it because it’s true.” he takes a slow step closer, careful not to touch you. “i know i made you feel like you’re hard to love. but you’re not. not even a little bit. i love you so fucking much. you’re the only one for me.”

you finally glance at him. your cheeks are soaked, eyes glassy and tired.

he’s standing there, hurting, watching you like you’re the only thing that matters in the world.

“i don’t want to be like him,” he says quietly. “i’m not him. i won’t ever be him.”

your heart pulls.

“i don’t want to show up halfway and call it love. i don’t want to make you wait around hoping i’ll care enough to come through. i’m here. even when i fuck it up.”

you swallow hard.

“i need you to believe that,” he says. “because i do. i fuck it up. i say the wrong things. i joke when i shouldn’t. but i never stop wanting you. not for a second.”

you cry more after he says that.

you don’t even mean to. it’s not pretty crying, either. it’s the kind that makes your shoulders shake and your chest feel hollow and full all at once. the kind that feels old. older than the two of you, older than tonight. it comes from somewhere deeper, messier, a place you usually keep padlocked behind good moods and self-deprecating humour.

matty just stands there, silent, watching you with this look on his face- equal parts helpless and ruined. his brow’s all tight and his eyes are glassy, the way they get when he’s trying to stay calm. and it makes your heart twist, because he’s not used to sitting still with pain. not yours, not his.

you swipe at your cheeks, frustrated. “sorry,” you mumble, trying to get it under control. “i just… that brought up a lot.”

he nods slowly. “it’s alright, don’t apologize.”

you look down at your hands. your fingers are clenched. your knuckles pale.

“it’s not really about the joke,” you say. “it’s about the way it sounded like you were embarrassed to be loved by me. like i’m this… inconvenient thing you’ve had to learn to work around.”

he flinches. “oh fuck. i absolutely did not mean it like that. i am a right fucking dickhead, okay?”

you nod, pressing the heels of your hands into your eyes.

“i promise you, i will never mess about you like that again.”

you look up. his curls are all messy and slightly damp from rain earlier, his shirt still creased from the pub, collar slightly skewed.

“i mean it,” he adds. “even if i’m drunk, or nervous, or being a dick, i’m not gonna use you as a punchline. ever again. you’re not.. you’re not something i take lightly.”

your throat burns again.

“and i like it when you need me. don’t stop, please.”

he watches your face for a beat, then speaks again, “you should’ve told me about him.”

your gaze flickers to his.

“your dad,” he clarifies, softly. “you didn’t have to carry that around alone.”

you shrug, eyes stinging. “it’s not exactly first-date conversation.”

he smiles, barely. “we’re way past first dates, love.”

you nod, half-laughing through your tears.

then you go quiet again. something about the way he’s looking at you makes it feel safe to talk, even now, even raw.

“i used to think there was something wrong with me,” you admit. “like i must’ve done something, being too loud, too needy, too much, and that’s why he didn’t stick around.”

matty shakes his head,“no. don’t do that to yourself.”

you look at him. “but that’s the thing, isn’t it? that belief doesn’t just go away when you grow up. it just changes shape. hides behind the way i reach for people. the way i panic when they pull back.”

he swallows hard, his jaw tightening.

you study his face for a second. the curve of his nose, the little scar on his eyebrow, the way he presses his lips together when he’s trying not to say the wrong thing. and underneath it all—his heart. the part you know. the part that makes mistakes but still stays.

“you’re not him,” you say quietly. “i know that. you mess up, yeah. but you show up. that matters.”

he nods, eyes shining.

you lean against the counter again, tired now. the crying’s slowed. your breath comes easier.

matty watches you for a second longer, then gently asks, “can i hold you now?”

you don’t say anything. you just nod.

and when he steps forward and wraps his arms around you, you melt into him like something falling back into place. his hand runs up and down your back, slow and warm, and you can feel his heartbeat under your cheek. steady. real.

he kisses the top of your head. “i’ve got you. even when it’s messy. especially then. i love you so much, darling and i will apologize every day from now on.”

you believe him. because you love him so much.

[thezombieprostitute]

Tech Tuesday: Syverson

Summary: An appointment with the fertility doctor reveals interesting information.

Warnings: Anxiety, Depression, Fertility issues. Please let me know if I missed any!

A/N: Established relationship. Reader is plus sized female. No other descriptors used.

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Sy holds your hand as you walk into the fertility clinic for your follow up. Both of you had agreed to take the tests to see if infertility was the problem. You knew it was your fault and told Sy he didn't need to but he insisted. He'd also insisted on joining you for your own test, knowing how uncomfortably invasive it could be.

The time in the waiting room feels interminable. You just want to be told you're a failure, that you're forever infertile, and go home and cry. Sy holds you close the entire time, not saying anything, but still comforting you with little kisses and caressing your hand. He really is wonderful, you think. And he deserves a woman who can give him all the kids he wants.

You shake your head, knowing Sy wouldn't care to hear any of that, nor that you're even thinking those thoughts. He really does think the world of you and has assured you, time and time again, it's you he wants, not your womb. You've both discussed adoption because you want kids, not biological offspring. It's something you've both talked about with your respective therapists. Yeah, it'll hurt not having a little Syverson with his daddy's eyes. But there are a lot of kids out there who could use some love and the two of you have lots of love to give.

Sy chuckles as you take a deep breath. "You talked yourself out of a spiral, didn't ya?"

"A little bit," you smirk.

"Proud of ya, Darlin'."

"Couldn't do it without you," you retort. "I'm a mess but you keep me propped up."

He squeezes your hand, "it's what we do for each other."

Smiling, you snuggle as close to Sy as the waiting room chairs will let you, keeping an ear out for your name to be called.

Sitting across from the doctor, you've got Sy's hand in a vice grip as you go through the usual "pleasantries". She opens her folder and looks back and forth between the two of you, her eyes soft and caring.

"It looks the problem is Oligospermia, a low concentration of sperm man's semen," she states. "Given your medical history, the good news is that it doesn't look like it's associated with any serious medical conditions." You let out a small breath of relief. "The bad news is, this can often 'just happen' with no known cause. This means there's likely to be no treatment options."

Your heart drops. All this time you'd been so certain it was you that would need the treatments, you would need the extra care. You squeeze Sy's hand and turn to him. His face is stoic, as you expect. You're the only one who gets to see his emotions but the way his hand is squeezing yours back tells you a lot.

"There are still options for the two of you," the doctor continues. "Artificial insemination has been very successful for couples in similar situations."

The doctor goes on about your options and you politely take all the pamphlets and informative papers she hands you. Sy is silent the entire time, leaving you to do all the talking for once. It's okay, though, you tell yourself. He always does this for you, you can do this for him. You will do this for him.

The only time he speaks is a curt "goodbye" to the doctor at the end of your appointment."

As soon as you're in the truck you turn to Sy, "what do you need me to do?"

He lets out a big sigh. "I'm gonna need to just sit with this for a while." You nod in understanding and buckle up. "We get home, I'll take Lily for her walk, might help me out," he continues.

"I'll be ready to listen whenever you're ready," you assert.

Sy gives you a half-hearted smirk. It always surprised him how you could be so down on yourself, but the moment he needed help, you stopped everything to help him. "Just do me a favor and don't go down the rabbit hole of researchin' this, okay? I don't want you to get lost."

"Okay," you nod with a slight pout. You can get pretty obsessive over these kinds of things. "But I can't promise I won't look more into the artificial insemination procedures and stuff."

He nods, "that's fine. That's a solution, not a theoretical treatment for a problem that might not have a solution." His voice cracks a little at the last part and you grab his hand. He shakes his head, "I gotta drive, Darlin'."

"Okay," you whisper, care and concern heavy in your voice.

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[cutecatlov3r]

my character ai bots:

jjk:

gojo satoru:

his eyes r funny looking- now, you were laughing your ass off due to the fact that he took off his blindfold during a mission with a curse. you couldn’t help but laugh because he looked so stupidly serious.

wardrobe malfunction- as you walked out he stifled a laugh. “what the hell are ya wearin’?”

he’s annoying- he is so annoying. even in highschool he was unbearable to be around. you hated his annoying ass. but he loved being around you.

vampire au- “oh? the little princess is out of her kingdom? wanted to see me huh?” he teased, looking at her as she hangs upside down.

can’t get enough of him- you and gojo have been on and off since highschool. it’s like everytime you both break up you both just can’t get enough of each other…

your affair- even if you were married he still didn’t care. his feelings for you are deep. he loves you. no matter how many times you tell him you have to stop the little affair going on between you two, he simply doesn’t care

geto suguru:

dad’s best friend- “gonna be quiet like a good girl? or show your dad that you’re just a very bad girl?” he whispered in your ear. his voice deep and quiet, sending chills down your spine.

nanami kento:

healing ur daddy issues- “how’s my baby girl doing today hm?” he pat his lap, gently. “come here, sit.”

yu haibara:

he’s gone- “i’ll be back! don’t miss me too much!” he cheekily smiled. that damn smile… that would be the last time you’d ever see it again.

he’s sick- he coughs and pouts as he lays in his dorm room bed. he was squirming around, sweating and throwing his covers off him. he was currently sick, he was missing a mission that he wanted to go on so badly

he admires you- you disliked him because he followed you around like a lost puppy… he admired you, an upperclassman.

yuji itadori:

he’s delulu- meeting Itadori you didn’t expect him to be so clingy and so sweet to you. little did you know he has a huge crush on you, he is a bit obsessive but he doesn’t let you know that.

your parents hate him- the thing about him is that he is sometimes a bit dumb? he just doesn’t seem like a professional person so when your parents met him, they didn’t like him at all. but that never stopped you from loving him or the other way around

dorky best friend- currently though the two of you were on a mission, sharing a hotel room. he was in a white robe, swirling a glass of wine being dramatic. it was his first time wearing a robe and he wanted to be fancy, be in the moment like a dork.

shibuya arc- “im nothing but a murderer! i can’t forgive myself!” he cried. you stood there looking down at him. sukuna only took over his body for a minute and a lot things happened.

best boyfriend- currently, he was resting between your thighs as you both watch a movie, he used his arms to squish himself against his face some more. “i wouldn’t mind dying from suffocation if it’s with these”

gossiping w him- “HUH?! i need to hear about this, spill everything.” he said in a dramatic tone, joking.

captain of the football team-“hey, you comin’ to my game tonight? last one of the season, I need my lucky charm there to cheer for me.” he giggled, turning you around to face him, your back pressed against your locker.

older brother’s best friend- you were drunk off your ass at some party. yuji spotted you and immediately got on his feet to help you as you stumbled around. “are you okay? megumi is gonna kill you… I’ll get you home”

your his mentor- haibara and yuji had so many similarities. it hurt you to just look at yuji’s smile, being reminded of haibara who died back in your teenage years

he’s in love w you but you already have a boyfriend- yuji is no homewrecker but… currently you’ve stumbled on top of him while training him… he can’t help but think about how Yuta doesn’t deserve you. how Yuta is connected to the woman you used to be.

megumi fushiguro:

step brother- “tch. what the hell are you looking at?” he asked, scaring a guy that had his eyes on you.

yuta okkotsu:

he chose geto’s side- the day he met Geto he was nervous. Geto explained why he wants to kill everyone who isn’t a sorcerer. at the time he declined the offer to join him but later on he rethought his decision. he thought about his past. he left with Geto.

he likes when you hurt him- the two of you brawled for a bit, ending up with your knee on his back, pinning him down. one hand gripping his hair, the other hand pinning down his hand.

your a fan- gojo-sensei took you with him to greet the sorcerer that you’ve heard so much about. he was coming back from training abroad in Africa. you were excited.

helping the newbie- “hey not to be rude but do you not like me…? i feel the tension between us…” he mumbled, frowning slightly.

your other half- right now you both were walking together. he had something important to tell you, he was gonna be training in Africa in a few weeks. gojo-sensei told him he should tell you but he’s just been nervous

inumaki toge:

hajime kashimo:

noritoshi kamo:

guys I will be adding more soon, please leave some suggestions tho ! <3

[bubblegyu00]

riize as boyfriends !

riize x femidol!reader

a/n: currently in my rum pum pum pah talk saxy era 😋

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• shotaro

boyfriend shotaro and idol shotaro are basically two different people. the members have mentioned that shotaro is a bit stern and serious during practice. but all of the frustration leaves his body once he sees his girlfriend stopping by after practice. goes from leader osaki shotaro to clingy baby taro in a millisecond.

is such a happy pill to you, but when you go without seeing him for more than 24 hours, then you suddenly become sad and depressed.

his favorite pass time is to talk about you, and he has proven that many..... many times. the members always get annoyed when the room is silent he and suddenly groans " man, i really miss my girlfriend ". but the poor boy can't help that you're always on his mind 😕

he definitely loves to annoy you, but only because he knows that you won't get angry at him. he thinks that you don't get angry at him because you basically let him do anything he wants ( which is true ), but it's really because even though taro likes to tease,, he never crosses the line.

if you would ever be at an awards show together, he wouldn't even try to hide your relationship — meaning the boy is quite literally gushing over how good you look. pokes you in the side and giggles quietly to himself as he watches you stiffen and try not to flinch.

" shotaro! what was that?! we were live! "

" it was so funny! "

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• eunseok

boyfriend eunseok may seem nonchalant and tsundere ( yes i used that word, what're you gonna do about it 😛 ), he actually cares about you so much.

is on the verge of tears when he's cleaning a wound for you ( it's literally a paper cut ). will help you do everything for the rest of the day like you just got out of the ER or something.

makes you laugh all the time because he just wants to see you smile. his life goal is to protect you at all costs, and treat you like an absolute princess.

loves loves lovessss when you play with his hair or scratch his back. he can put up the tough guy act all he wants, but the minute you offer to rub or scratch his back he'll lay right on your lap and won't get up for another hour.

and even though he isn't as expressive, he gives you compliments like no other. he praises every little thing you do, and compliments you on every single piece of clothing you wear.

" you look so good baby "

" i'm literally wearing pajama pants and a tank top seok..? "

" i stand by my earlier statement "

( are my daddy issues showing yet? )

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• sungchan

boyfriend sungchan is so cute i want to throw a rock at him. alright that made sense in my head.

he's so so so in love with you i don't think he could possibly put it in words. he probably wants to throw a rock at you too.

like you could literally glance at him for one millisecond, and that's a kiss in his book. he still gets giddy over the little things like holding hands and hugging and it's just so endearing 🙁

sometimes he forgets how handsome he is, and only remembers when he gets a scolding because he didn't know a girl was hitting on him.

no but seriously sometimes the fact that he is so insanely attractive leaves his brain. and the amount of girls that mindlessly flirt with him — even though his girlfriend is right there — double the amount when he's at the gym.

so he dosent leave for the gym until he gets sprayed with a bunch of your perfume, has a picture of you two in his phone case, a scrunchie on his wrist, and a pink bow around his arm. ( the last one is just cus... why wouldn't you try to tie a bow around sungchan's arm?? )

" maybe i should buy you a shirt with a picture of me on it "

" or i could just act like i'm gay when girls come up to me "

" oh my gosh yes! "

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• wonbin

boyfriend wonbin is the beginning of the sassy man apocalypse. i say this from the heart wonbin 🤍

no but it's really a good thing because you needed someone who would overdress everywhere with you 😋. he still has never overdressed you ofc, he knows his limits 😼

most people thought you guys were just this big glamorous couple who slept glamorously, went on big glamorous dates, and just breathed in glamorous air.

this, however, is a big lie. most of the time you had dates at home, in bed, eating takeout, and watching horror movies.

although wonbin is very very very very hot in every way, most of the time you just saw him as a guy who was born to be a cutie patootie, but was forced to act like the mysterious hot guy.

wonbin only let's you see the soft side of him because he can really open up to you, and you understand him so well.

if wonbin is ever having a bad day and won't open up to anyone, the members call you immediately since they know that you'd be able to calm him down in five minutes tops.

" go away "

" binnie, baby it's me. you can open the door "

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• seunghan

boyfriend seunghan most definitely was best friend seunghan before you "accidentally" made out one night

your love language is annoying each other and pissing one another off <3

you two are most definitely the couple everyone brings over to have a good time. the both of you together is quite literally is the best combo you could put together for having fun.

seunghan will annoy you, but make it up with the dozens of gifts he gives you for no reason. you showed him something online? he bought it. you thought something was cute at the mall? he's already whipping his credit card out.

he's not necessarily clingy, but will be touching you most of the time just to make sure you don't disappear. whenever you're at a party, or in public, he'll have an arm around your waist just for reassurance. he does in fact think you'll get kidnapped if you're not in his line of vision.

boyfriend seunghan most definitely calls you the most out of pocket nicknames just for fun. he thinks it's gold comedy.

" i'm home cucumber! "

or

" how was your day tissue? "

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• sohee

boyfriend sohee makes me want to go into a cuteness aggression not gonna lie to you. the biggest simp out of the seven.

has you as his lockscreen and homescreen, has your photo card in his phone case, your birthday is his phone password, and his password for all of his accounts is the day he asked you out. ( he's a bit obsessed ngl )

sohee is usually very smiley, but he never ever smiles as wide as when he's with you. you're the only one who gets to see his fully pearly white smile

is still really shy around you, but it's so endearing. like if you say "i love you" he'll say it back but his neck, ears, and face will be a shade of red. or if you kiss him it'll still take him a minute to calm down because he has the reddest face ever right now.

like shotaro, sohee talks about you too much too. but honestly he only does it sometimes to make them mad or annoyed, but sometimes he really does just to talk about his perfect girlfriend.

will make sure you NEVER eat alone. he just thinks it's so sad that his girlfriend would eat alone when she could be eating with him.

" have you already eaten? "

" yes "

" aw, i wanted you to eat with me "

" oh, i haven't eaten yet, what do you want? "

" but you just- "

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• anton

boyfriend anton makes me want to skip around my room and sing " look at the grass, the dirt! just like i dreamed they'd be! "

he gets really shy when you compliment him, but will compliment you on every single thing you say or do. like he'll literally say you look perfect when you're in sweatpants, and it makes you wanna do cartwheels and swoon over him.

he will so lose it every time you dress up at all. like he's literally drooling with goo goo eyes and he will NOT leave your side.

he feels so small next to you even though he's literally a whole shaq o'neal 2.0. he still can't believe how he pulled a bad bitch like you.

his love language is physical touch, but he is too shy to make the first move. for example, when you're sitting on the couch, about to watch a movie, he'll keep his hands to himself even though he wants to lay on your chest and have you play with his hair so badly.

people figure out your dating because when he's on live he'll bring you up every chance he gets. like every time he reads a comment, he somehow finds every single one to have something to do with you.

" anton what's your tmi? "

" um, my tmi for today is that i watched y/n's performance at mcountdown in person today and oh my god- "

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[pacifymebby]

Wilflower Wildfire / Harry Da Souza

Idk what this is supposed to be to be honest, maybe a bit of hurt comfort? Think I'm gonna part 2 it if anyone is interested in that but I'm not sure.

Warnings: age gap but this is none romantic, sfw, fluffy kind of... Fulfilling my actual daddy issues rather than my daddy issues if ygm.

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He'd say he was surprised but he wasn't. This was about as You as you got.

Dancing in your underwear for some private school wankers Snapchat at a house party you weren't even supposed to be at. God knows what else was in your system... The little dusting of white beneath your nose meant Harry could take a pretty good guess.

Of all his duties protecting the Harrigans, keeping an eye on you was the duty he thought most likely to give him a heart attack.

He sat in the drivers seat of his car, thumb holding down his screen, pausing the video on a particularly incriminating angle. You in a pink lace bra, wireless... Your matching thong visible on your hips sneaking out from beneath your low waisted mini skirt. You were wearing so little, and so well, Harry almost felt guilty for looking at you.

For noting how pretty you looked with your beaming smile, your glazed ket eyes. You were dancing to one of those "sexy" indie songs with the smooth electric guitar and the hot an heavy bass lines. Your hips were rocking rhythmic but slow and your movements were almost hyonotic. Harry knew you were smiling like that because you knew what you were doing.

At 19 years old you were so much worse than your brother, so much more of a liability... Yeah you might not have been shanking anyone or getting yourself mixed up with your father's enemies and their families but you were well practiced at causing your own kind of trouble. Trouble Harry had been getting you out of since you were thirteen. Back then it hadn't been so serious. Your crimes were small, stealing cigarettes, the odd hit of an older lads bong and then a sleepy, giggling stoned drive around the block with Harry whilst he gave you time to sober up or drift to sleep. Your parents were used to seeing Harry carry a sleeping you up thw drive, and Harry was used to lying about his reasons for having to.

The older you got however the deeper the trouble you got yourself into. The more dangerous, the more reckless your behaviour got. Yet Harry was the only one who seemed to notice that... Then again, that was probably because Harry was always covering for you when you did get out of hand. He kept close enough tabs on you that he was usually able to sweep in and save you from yourself before you did any real damage...

Lately though you'd been taking things too far. Pushing the boundaries, trying to get away with more than Harry could let you.

In the last few weeks he'd picked you up from many a nightclub or gaff. He'd cut short an evening of drag racing down by the thames. He'd cockblocked many an undesirable young man and he'd driven you home whilst you lay passed out in his passenger seat more times than he could count on one hand.

He had a feeling you were acting out for attention. He just couldn't work out whether it was your parents you wanted or him.

"Fuck me..." he murmured as he released his thumb and let the video play out. He couldn't help but roll his eyes and shake his head, "unbelievable..." when you blew a kiss at the camera before the video ended and began again from the beginning.

He mumbled a little prayer, not that he was a religious man, and locked his phone. He slipped it back into his pocket before getting out the car, letting the door slam behind him and turning towards the house of one of your spoiled brat friends.

"God help us."

He could hear the relentless bass shaking the floors from out in the street. The pulsing music distorted and shaking the night on what would have been an otherwise quiet little street. Any minute now the police would be showing up anyway... Thats what he'd tell you when you inevitably tried to argue with him. He wasnt ruining your night, he was simply giving you a lift home before the pigs offered you one instead.

The garden was littered with empty bottles and crumpled cans, cig ends and other student gaff paraphernalia. There were stray clothes disgarded with no clues as to how they came to be abandoned on the lawn.

There was no one on the door and it had been left on the latch so Harry was able to simply walk in and start looking. It didn't bother him that some of the kids were looking at him like he was some kind of alien as he wandered through the hall, looking for traces of you.

In the video you'd been dancing on an antique looking dining table but the video was half an hour old now and Harry knew how you bored of things easily. You were likely somewhere else now, getting up to something completely different.

He wasn't careful about trying to find you, stopping random ketted out kids and blinding them with his phone screen showing them a picture of you and demanding to know whether they'd seen you. In that moment he didn't care how embarrassed you would be when this story spread like wildfire among your social scene, he just wanted you found so he could get you home safe and then fuck off to his own bed...

You'd already robbed him of enough sleep this week, he didn't need to lose anymore.

He'd almost had a heart attack when he'd heard moans and bed springs through one of the doors, mortified to think he might be about to walk in on you naked... But when he burst through that door he was relieved not to recognise either of the people mercilessly shagging on a strangers bed.

"Sorry, don't mind me.." he'd grumbled, "any of you know y/n Harrigan? Seen her about? Nah don't suppose you have, seem a bit otherwise engaged..."

When he finally found you were doing keys of something off an older lads car key and Harry had rolled his eyes at the sight of you, already high as a kite, wiping white powder from the tip of your nose.

"Oh thats very glamourous ain't it darlin..." he'd said sarcastically as he sidled over to you and swept you up under his arm.

"Harry what the fuck? What the fuck harry?" you gasped, shock turning to scorned disbelief when you realised he was already trying to drag you out the door. "Harry what the fuck!"

But what else was he supoosed to do when he'd found you in such a state. Your mascara was smudged beneath your eyes, very Skins esque he supposed but no way for a girl like you, with such prospects, to be cutting about.

"Alright love enough of that now yeah you sound like a stuck record... Bit young for those actually aint ya..." he started out tryibg to be gentle, you were in trouble sure, no doubt about that he had every intention of giving you an earful but he had wanted to go in and give you the benefit of the doubt. Had decided he'd go easy on you if you came quietly. But you weren't doing as he had hoped and so he had quiclly found his temper flaring.

"Harry what the fuck are you doing?" you carried on trying to pull yourself away from him but of course you werent successful, your body was almost limp and Harry could tell exactly what stupid drugs you'd been doing in that bathroom.

"Takin you home aint i love..."

"No, im staying here tonight... This is my boyfriends house harry and i'm an adult you cant just..."

"Can, am..." he said quickly, sharply, he was running out of patience.

"What the fuck!"

"And you ain't exactly an adult are ya sweetheart, 19s hardly an adult..."

"You don't have the right..." you kept trying to argue but you were stumbling over your words, struggling to get anything half comprehensive out and Harry might have laughed if you hadn't been quite so young and entirely his responsibility. If anything had happened to you he'd have had the whole Harrigan family to answer to.

It was a battle getting you out of that house and he had to remind you more than once not to cause a scene. "Come on babe don't want anyone callin the police do we, that'll be right embarrassing for your dad in the morning having to pick us both up from the cells..."

But eventually he managed to get you to that car, opening the door for you and waiting for you to get in yourself. Letting out a sigh when he realised he was actually going to have to give you the speech.

"Alright love im gonna tell you this once yeah and only once so do me a favour and try to listen yeah, you might have gotten used to gettin away with all this bad behavior, cause I've been letting you get away with murder for awhile right and that is my own fault... but like the old song goes yeah the times they are a changin and that means you are comin with me, you are soberin up and you are gettin as early a night as is still possible yeah, cause im done with all this... "

"Alright bob dylan..." you giggled drunkenly to yourself, your head lolling back against the side of the car as you leant against it, still refusing to do as you were told and get in. . He had to close his eyes then, take a slow, deep breath in, a long sigh out. Had to remind himself again that losing his temper with you wouldn't help...

"I mean it y/n, I'm ain't doing this anymore..."

You frowned as Harry bundled you into the passsenger seat. His action had felt so rushed and careless that at first he had wounded your pride and when he saw you looking up at him with that little frown of confusion on your face, he paused. Only for a moment, but still for long enough to check himself. Remind himself to be gentle with you even if you had wound him up... Afterall Harry knew what all this bad behaviour was really about... About the fact that the way your parents treated their kids, Eddie Harrigan was practically an only child. You were for the most part forgotten about. And all this perhaps was a bid for your fathers attention...

At least thats what Harry thought and his suspicions were confirmed when you'd grumbled a quiet and defeated, "you're not my fuckin dad..."

He let out a sigh, reaching across your body a little more carefully to buckle your seatbelt, attentively positioning it so it wasn't putting unwanted pressure on your neck.

"Look, I'm your fathers fixer love, ain't a babysitter..."

And with that he closed the door on you. Closed the door too quickly to see the damage he'd done until he sat himself down in the drivers seat and started the car.

Now you sat there simmerimg, a real tragic glower in your sorry ketamine eyes. You looked the real picture of misery and he felt a little guilty. Felt pathetic for feeling guilty the way he did.

"Look y/n sweetheart," he started. He'd been about to launch into a softer speech, one about how you needed to start looking after yourself. One about how dangerous it was to film yourself doing drugs and dancing in your underwear... Dangerous because of the police sure, but dangerous because you were a Harrigan and you put your family at risk every time you did something reckless. In the end however he knew you weren't going to listen if he started lecturing you like that.

"Its dangerous what you're doing babe ain't it," he sighed as he started the engine of the car, "advertising your vulnerability to any fucker on snapgram or whatever its called... Anythin could happen to ya..."

Harry wasn't quite sure you fully understood the extent to the risk you were at simply for being a Harrigan. In the old days people didn't go for women and children, wives were safe, daughters were safe... These days that wasn't the case and Harry wasn't really sure you knew what horrors might await you if the Stevensons got their hands on you.

"Think of your parents yeah, your dad would be heartbroken if anything were to happen to you...

"If my dad cares so much about my welfare why ain't he the one telling me off?" you sounded so sullen, so stroppy but you were good at masking your real feelings with a sulk, that was something Harry had noticed lately. That you had gotten very good at pouting and folding your arms, saying snidey spiteful things when really all you wanted was a cry and a cuddle. He also knew you thought you were hiding that well and perhaps you were from everyone else, but not from him, because he was looking. He was doing his job and paying attention.

And that right there, that "if my dad cares so much..." that was the confirmation Harry had been looking for. The confession. All you wanted was a little pushback from your parents. All you wanted was for one of them to notice your cry for attention, even if it would only be bad attention that you got. And it broke Harrys heart because he knew you'd never get that from Kevin or your mother. Your mother was a minpulative woman at best, and as you'd grown older Harry had witnessed you wind up on the receiving end of your mothers resentment. He'd seen how your father - daft and seemingly disillusioned too - never stepped in or rose to your defense and so you had grown up awkward but sweet and then one day changed completely, developing a recklessness which burned like wildfire. And all because you were crying out for a little nurture.

You might have gotten it from Conrad if he wasn't so distracted and like fuck were you ever going to get a shred of parental care from maeve. He'd tried to talk to Kevin about it before, tried to bring it up gently but it always seemed to go over his head. He never seemed to register what Harry was actually trying to tell him...

With one hand on the steering wheel he reated his arm on the window ledge and pinched the bridge of his nose. It was taking every ounce of his patience now to be as gentle as he knew he needed to be. This was a more difficult negotiation than anything between the Harrigans and the Stevensons.

"Look babe," he sighed, "I'm tellin you off ain't I... Cause I care yeah? You ain't gonna get a tellin off from your dad about this because I'm gonna fuckin cover for you like I always fuckin do, cause I care yeah? Me, Harry fuckin Da Souza, part time bloody fixer, full time babysitter... I care about you and i am tellin you now I need you to calm down a bit alright, stop being so fuckin reckless yeah? Cause one of these days you are gonna give me a fuckin heart attack... Won't matter what bloody milk I'm drinking... Oat milk or cow milk or whatever... I can't handle the stress babe..."

When you didn't say anything he wasn't sure what else to say. He felt well and truly exhausted with you. The way you simply looked straight ahead with that hardened glare. He thought that perhaps you were trying not to cry but he couldn't be sure. He wasn't even sure that you'd been listening to him. So he sighed and said it again.

"I care babe alright, couldn't live with myself if anything happened to you... I worry about you right, i worry about you alot..."

And then he let you simmer in silence for the rest of the drive back to his. He wanted to reach for your hand but he thought that might be too much, or easily misconstrued. Meanwhile you sat there aching, feeling stupid, feeling childish, feeling a little bit nauseous as Harry drove too quickly through Londons back roads to get you back to his.

"You can uh, stay at mine tonight babe, Jan and Gina are at her mums in Spain for for the week so you can take Gigi's bed..."

You couldn't look at him, still trying to fight the tears in your eyes. Hurting because he was showing you such kindness and it still wasn't enough for you. His care, his tenderness, only really gave you a taste for all you were missing from your own dad.

"Won't dad be worried if i don't come home..."

"You told me you were staying at your boyfriends house tonight anyway..." he said with a cheeky knowing smile. Knowing you wouldn't have passed that information onto your parents, knowing it wouldn't be a surprise if it turned out none of those lads were even your boyfriend afterall.

"Shut up..." you pouted back at him with a caught out almost smile in the corner of your lips. That sullen glow still simmering in your eyes but not quite.

"I'll text your dad yeah, tell him where you are." He spoke softer then, like he was admitting defeat too. As if he'd realised that actually he was caught in a stalemate that couldn't be undone or resolved. You were always going to be pissed off with your parents and he would always wind up chasing you around town, trying to get you to reign yourself in.

"Probably won't even check his fuckin texts..."

"Hey, babe, your dad cares about you alright..." he tried to be stern about it but it was hard to be because he knew he couldn't present you with the evidence to back his statement up and he knew that you were way past believing him.

"Right." You rolled your eyes, glumly accepting that for Harry might have been gentle and kind to you he was still your dads fixer and he wasn't about to side with you over Kevin.

The indicator clicked gently as harry pulled into his drive. The house was dark and the headlights lit the windows up with a warm glow but only for a moment. When he cut the engine and turned the lights off the house returned to shadows once more and you felt a shudder run down your spine at the sight. The windows looked like empty eye sockets and the tree branches were skeletal and enough to spook you.

For a moment the two of you sat there in the dark looking out the front window. Then Harry unclicked his seatbelt and got out. He only came round to your side when he realised you hadn't moved a muscle. When he opened the door on your side he felt that pitiful feeling again because you looked so washed out, so forlorn, and suddenly a little bit fearful.

"You sleeping out here or somethin are you babe?"

"Your house gives me the creeps."

"Thats cause you've done enough Ket to knock out a horse doll," he chuckled softly letting out a dramatic yawn to try and draw a smile from you. "C'mon," he said softly, reaching across you carefully to unclip your seatbelt and help you out of the car. "Safest house in London this babe, promise."

"Unless the pigs show up yeah?"

"Don't call em that y/n you will get yoursekf into trouble... And anyway, That hasn't happened for a long time." He faux frowned pointing at you as if to warn you before nodding you to the door.

He unlocked his front door and pushed you gently over the threshold, nudging you in the direction of the kitchen. Instead however you followed him to the bottom of the stairs and when he disapeared up into the dark you slumped down on the botton step with your chin in your hands, your cheeks squishing glumly in your palms.

"Its ket you were doin yeah babe? Nothin else?" he called down to you from somewhere in the darkness above.

You bit your lip, shrugged your shoulders. The truth was you didn't know.

"Nothin else yeah?" he checked again when he returned holding a pair of his old man plaid pyjama bottoms and a long sleeve grey top that would be way too big for you.

"Dunno," you shrugged, "didn't ask..."

"See thats what I'm talking about, y'need to know what youre takin babe, you know that really..." he wasn't exactly scolding you but there was that that slightly 'you should know better' tone to his voice which left you a little rosy cheeked and feeling silly. "Need to know what you've taken so that if anythin untoward happens to you and you have to call an ambulance, you can tell them whats happened..."

"You're so dramatic..."

"Nah babe, I'm just old... Seen enough shit to know how all the unhappy endings go..."

You bit your lip, feeling teary and lost again, folding your arms across your chest as you struggled not to let him see how hurt you still felt. What the fuck were you doing in his hallway holding his pyjamas, why the fuck weren't your own parents fretting over the shit you'd done that evening?

"Reckon I'll be an unhappy ending?" you asked, your eyes pooling with melodramatic tears Harry knew were only 70% the drugs you'd taken. There was an ounce of tragic truth in your worries.

"No babe." He said simply, offering you a soft smile when he shook his head. Tossing you the pjyamas before nodding you in the direction of the bathroom. "Go on trouble, get your jimjams on..." he said with an affectionate chuckle, leaving you to walk away from him, shut yourself in his bathroom and sort yourself out.

You didn't know what to do with yourself then when you found yourself shut behind that locked bathroom door. Gazing back at yourself in the mirror. His wife's fancy hand soap looking back at you. When you saw your reflection you rolled your eyes at yourself, shrugging his jacket from round your shoulders and letting it fall to the floor.

You looked a mess. Dilated pupils, flushed cheeks, mascara smudged all shadowy around your eyes. Your hair was a mess too. The strap of your bra was hanging limp around your shoulder and suddenly you couldn't help but hope that that Snapchat video you'd let those older boys take of you had been low focus and dimly lit. Because in the cold light of Harry's bathroom you looked a mess...

You let your tears fall then. Gripped the edge of the sink as you tried to stifle the sound of your sob. Tried to internalise the echo of your sorrow as best you could, wishing your tears could fall in silence.

You wondered if he was still outside the door. If he'd been listening to you, waiting for you to cry... God you felt ridiculous...

But the tears flowed regardless of your efforts and it was hard to stifle your sobs when they shook your body as much as they did. When the emotion which had taken hold of you was heartache on steroids. A dissapointment you'd been trying to postpone and ignore for as long as you could.

Something in the way Harry had spoken to you this time had forced you to acknowledge that actually, the trouble you felt couldn't really be ignored. You felt it deep down whether or not you fought it and tried to pretend it wasn't there.

You shrunk down to the floor leaning back against the door. Tried to cry into a towel to muffle your sobs.

And yeah, Harry was stood outside listening to you. He felt bad for it but he was. In the end he knocked, he wasn't good with crying teenage girls, he never knew what to do when Gina started crying, but you were there crying on the floor of his bathroom and there wasn't anyone else around to help you. Anyway he knew it needed to be him. He was afterall the one who had upset you.

He let out a sigh and tapped on the door.

"Alright babe?" he called through the door. He felt a real twist of guilt when he heard your muffled yeah followed by the shuffle of your feet as you got back up. When he heard the tap turn on he knew you were trying to wash your face and he wanted nothing more than to go in there and help you but he knew once again that he couldn't. Couldn't cross the line into over familiar.

When you opened the door the sight of you broke his heart. You'd clearly done youe best to wash your make up off and take the redness out of your eyes but your efforts hadn't been enough and Harry could tell that you'd been crying pretty hard.

"Do you want a hug?" he asked a little awkwardly, not sure that you'd accept one from him, not sure that it would be enough.

But when you nodded your head and your eyes welled up with tears again he opened his arms and welcomed you into a warm embrace. He wanted to rock you, to soothe you, stroke his hand through your hair the way he would have done if you'd been his own girl, but you weren't and so he settled for rubbing your back and talking to you quietly.

"S'alright babe, you'll be alright yeah."

He heard your muffled sob into his jumper and felt his stomach twist with guilt. Wanted to phone your father and give him an earful for the mess he was causing. All this could have been avoided so easily. A conversation, a hug here and there, a little care turned in your direction...

"C'mon babe, no more tears alright, its alright..." he sighed bowing his head and leaving a kiss in your hair without thinking. When he realised what he'd done it was too late but you didn't freeze up and he realised as you nuzzled into his jumper that actually it had been what you'd needed. So he held your head in his hand and rocked you a little the way he'd wanted to all along and when finally your sniffles ceased he let you pull away. Let your wipe your own tears.

"C'mon, lets get a drink yeah, chill out..." he steered you into his kitchen then walking you up to the counter, nodding for you to jump up and sit perched on the edge. The sight of you almost amusing, the way you were drowning in his pyjamas, the sleeves too long over your hands, your feet barely poking out the legs of the bottoms. He smirked at you and when you looked down at yourself you smirked too.

When he opened the fridge and produced a carton of milk however you raised your brow.

"milk?" you asked cynically "seriously?"

"settle your stomach." he shrugged raising his glass to you in a toast.

"That sounds like bullsh..." you trailed off when Harry raised his brow at you, realised you hadn't needed to trail off a moment later when he smirked, "sounds made up..."

"Babe you know I don't make things up..." he shrugged, leaning on the counter across from where he'd placed you a few minutes before.

"Yeah you do" you pouted back. When you swung your legs you looked like a child and Harry was reminded to have patience for you when he chuckled and your bottom lip wobbled. "Don't laugh, you do... You an dad an grandad you're all tellin lies all the time aren't you..."

"Yeah alright," he said folding his arms, nodding his head as if considering your point. "Only sometimes though babe, only when its important... Don't tell lies for no reason..."

You didn't say anything then because you couldn't. You knew enough about the work your family did to know that actually you didn't want to know everything. That actually sometimes it was a good thing they all told lies.

"Let me guess," you said sullenly, "those lies keep me safe..." it was something you'd heard your dad telling your mum once a long time ago... Your mum who was just as good at lying and manipulating. Another person in the family you didn't trust.

Harry nodded, tried to offer you a sympathetic little smile.

"Yeah babe, sometimes."

When you raised your brows with a sceptical, tired little smirk he knew he was only going to let you down if he let you carry on down that route so instead he sighed.

"C'mon," he said pushing away from the counter, holding his hand out to you to help you down from your perch.

Your feet looked silly in a too big borrowed pair of his wool socks and you felt daft following him into the living room. But you followed him all the same, sat down on the opposite end of the sofa and tucked your knees up against your body, resting your head on the cushions. You were beginning to feel that drained disorientated kind of intoxicated, that feeling you get when you've been out of control for too long and all the drugs and the alcohol have started to take their toll on your muscles and your bones. You were beginning to feel a little achey.

"So," started Harry with a cheekier smile, he was trying to keep you awake just a little bit longer just so he could be sure you would be alright. Give some of whatever you'd taken the time to clear from your system. Looking at you then he could tell you'd done too much of something to sleep well that night. "This new fella of yours then... He good enough for ya? Prettier than me?"

He asked it with a cheeky enough smile to convince you he didn't really mean anything by it but of course he did. Harry knew enough of men not to trust even the best of them. He certainly didn't trust any lad that had been at that party.

You smirked, shrugged your shoulders.

"You know there's no new boyfriend, stop takin the piss..." you pouted back at him, folding your arms across your chest melodramatic but growing physically sleepier by the second. If only your mind would calm down too.

"Hey... I'm just giving you the benefit of the doubt." He chuckled making you giggle too because it was a ridiculous statement.

"When have you ever?"

"Where would we be if I had?" he countered, still smiling affectionately but certainly speaking the truth. "Seriously though babe, when you do yknow..meet someone yeah, you run em through the old Da Souza database yeah..." he said tapping his temple, his eyes strangely serious despite the joke.

"Sure you'll be three steps ahead of me."

He pretended to think about it for a moment before nodding his head.

"Yeah, probably."

He stayed up with you another hour or two after that, put the TV on quiet and let you pick a film. Watched you carefully for any sign that anything might be off. And then when finally you began to drift off on the sofa, he helped you up and walked you to his daughters room. Saw that you were tucked up in bed safe and sound, a night light left on in the corner of the room and the door left open a jar.

"If you need anythin just shout yeah babe, I'll hear you."

He lingered outside the door for a moment or two, feeling guilty. He wasn't entirely sure where the guilty feeling came from, only that he didn't feel like he could ever do enough for you. You weren't his daughter so he couldn't fix the mess your parents were making. And could he really say he was everything his own daughter needed him to be? Wasnt this, staying up with you all night, more intensely an act of fatherhood than he'd performed for Gina in a long time.

As he got himself ready for bed - and god was he ready for bed - he couldn't help but question himself a little. Couldn't help but stew on his frustration with Kevin too. Because sure, he was going to cover for you tomorrow, so your dad wouldn't find out the extent of your wayward ways, but if Kevin would only stop to pay attention to you for a moment he'd have noticed what was going on.

As he settled into his own bed he reached for his phone and sent a text to your dad informing him of your wearabouts.

y/n's at mine, I'll drop her home in the morning.

He didn't need to check his phone to know that it had been opened without acknowledgement. That no reply would be waiting when he woke up.

[honeyshiddendesire]

Single Daddies

Author's Notes: These are my thoughts and opinions if you don't like it idk what to say but y'all are gonna hate me for Luffy's spot so just be warned lol 🤷‍♀️

Luffy - The Care Free One

🧸So I'ma get the worst out first BUTTTT if this man is a single dad I don't see him caring much sorry but being honest

🧸 If you leave this man to raise the baby alone then it becomes a straw hat baby not just Luffy's because everyone would need to chip in

🧸When the baby is super young and cluster feeds then sorry not sorry I can see him tiredly walking over to Sanji's room or Robin's to say something is wrong. Will hand off the baby and go back to sleep

🧸If the baby is hungry at night then he'll go to Sanji's room and say that him and the baby are both hungry lol what is supposed to be a night feeding turns into a whole meal time.

🧸When the baby needs baths it will make him want to clean up more lol totally the type of parent to skip using one of those mini tubs and just jump in holding the baby lol

🧸Will pick out toys him and the baby will both want to use

🧸I don't see him as a girl dad just saying I always picture him with an army of crazy boys. But for the sake of this lets just say he gets left alone with one boy.

🧸I don't see him being the serious type raising his kid cause despite him being an adult he's still a total goof troop buttttt that kid will have the most compassion for when someone is in need.

🧸I don't see Luffy taking care of the kid when it comes to like brushing their hair or teeth unless the kid is old enough to copy everything that he's doing

🧸If the kid is too young and needs that stuff to be done for them then I don't see Luffy doing it sorry sorry sorry I just see him as one of those dads that wont clock in till the kid is more functioning

🧸BUTTT that doesn't mean he won't be present I just see Nami and Robin doing it like they'll dress him but he picked out the outfit. He just doesn't like the trouble of fighting a toddler into their clothes

🧸Will totally play and rile his baby up alllllll damn day until the kid practically falls asleep on the deck then will sit there like "Awe ~they fell asleep~"

🧸Will through his baby the best parties though

🧸 Doesn't believe in bed times like the others lol or saving dessert till after dinner

🧸Just like the rest of the crew he will slingshot everywhere with his kid much to Nami and Robin's dismay

🧸Will totally get into trouble with his kid clinging to him and the usual goofy man would disappear in an instant and gets replaced with that serious Luffy that we all know and love

🧸It would notttt be pretty if someone decided to start shit with Luffy while he had his kid with him like literally all hell would break losse

🧸Ultimate blast of haki would knock out everyone in his path but he got some good genes so expect his kid to just tough it out with no issue

🧸Will run into Smoker one day and I could see the man totally ignore the pirate and his kid so they could escape, Smoker would deny it till the day he dies though

🧸 Would put his hat on his kid a whole bunch of times just to see them smile and giggle

🧸Honestly Luffy wouldn't notice a struggle of being a single dad with a crew as amazing as his, it's more than a crew it's a family

🧸So when his kid one day asks -

"Daddy? Where's my mommy? Don't I have a family?" Luffy would just laugh as he place his hat on his kid's little head, watching their tiny hands go to push it up out of their eyes. "What do you mean? We're all your family! Who needs one mom when you have two!" He'll cheerfully say as he goes and points at the two women. His kid would match his smile perfectly as he just carries on without a care in the world. Luffy would observe the way his kid runs around the deck jumping and laughing around and would just swell with pride.

"Yeah I definitely picked the best crew."

Zoro - The Always Matching One

🧸I picture Zoro's situation would be him with his girl for a bit before she finally tells him that she's done and that she's not taking the kid with her.

🧸 Zoro would be one of those dudes to be like "Fine fuck you, we don't need you anyways."

🧸We've all seen the babysitting episode lol so that man would be a great single dad but someone get him a bell cause not only will he get lost but now he dragged his damn child into the mix too.

🧸Sanji will have to pack him a lunch bag no matter what or where they are just because he is scared the mosshead would get lost and have his kid starve.

🧸Despite their usual animosity Zoro would totally get tips on how and what to feed the baby from him, since the kitchen is Sanji's domain he would spend a bit more time with him

🧸Zoro if he had a girl will totally put little ponytails in their hair and they would not be perfect at all lol they would be randomly placed but she would be obsessed with them

🧸If he has a son then he would give him the same hair cut as him, if his boy wants a fade then Zoro gets a fade. If his son wants a buzz cut then Zoro gets one too lol

🧸Will totally dress his kid just like him too lol Unlike Luffy who just grabs whatever looks cool or has fun designs lol Zoro would look at each shirt and top in deep thought lol

🧸"Hmmmm. We'll do black today." Zoro would mumble to his kid who just waits stoically on his bed

🧸Zoro would totally nap in the son with his kid until Chopper yells at him that he's exposing their delicate skin to too much direct sunlight and it would nearly give Zoro a heart attack thinking he's almost killing his kid

🧸Would only calm down till Robin and Chopper give him a long talk about the do's and don'ts of a baby's skin lol

🧸 For the sake of humor lates say his baby has eczema he would see that and think he gave his baby a sun rash from sleeping outside a lot lol would totally panic until Chopper finds him a special cream

🧸Zoro is gonna train his baby in the way of swords hands down lol

🧸 Would totally find his kid a matching bandana lol don't fight me on this he would want his kid to match him as much as possible lol

🧸Would scuff at his kid trying to weight lift with a one pound weight "HA! That's all you got kid? Weak!" He would tease making his kid laugh, "Shh daddy don't say that! I too small shhh!" His kid would say wagging their finger dramatically with an eye roll lol

🧸 Just like Luffy he would bathe more instead of using those mini tubs he would say fuck it and just take one with the baby because it would be easier that way (If this weirds you out please seek help!!!)

🧸TEACHES THAT BABY TO SWIM!!!! With all those devil fruit users he would be damned if he let his kid sail the sea without knowing how to swim

🧸His kid would have the same scowl as him no doubt

🧸Zoro would pretend to sleep most times but he's actually super nervous

🧸 Would constantly wonder if he's doing a good job

🧸Way more strict than Luffy but one little pout and the man is folding

🧸Can totally see Robin reading stories to his kid and him joining in to listen lol

🧸Would totally explain to his kid how their mother left them but it was okay because he has a bunch of family there on the ship

Sanji- The 'Uses His Kid To Flirt' One

🧸 His scenerio would be like something out of a movie. Waking up to a crying baby only to find a little bundle all wrapped up left in a box or a basket with a note that the baby was his and the mother was long gone and don't come looking for her.

🧸Yes Sanji would be devastated since he loved his mother and always pictured his child would have the same bond but oh well

🧸 Best single dad IDC lol

🧸Will keep that baby strapped to his chest everywhere he goes, won't need help changing or feeding the baby at all

🧸Will accept the ladies and others help thought but honestly I don't see him needing it

🧸Will panic whenever his kid seems even slightly sick

🧸Will read the baby bed time stories and besides Law, he would be the only one to set up a bedtime

🧸Will use one of those baby bathes and will always keep his kid squeaky clean with their hair prim and proper

🧸Sanji would make his baby the best little snack platters

🧸I already made him a girl dad headcanon so for this lets say he has a boy lol whewwwww would he get jealous

🧸His little boy would be way more smooth than him, and since his daddy can cook best believe he learned the skill too. So he would go over to Nami and Robin with little treats that he prepared like "Here you go, made special with love for the prettiest ladies that sail the sea~"

🧸Sanji would catch his baby sprawled up with the ladies wearing little sunglasses as they literally fawn all over him

🧸If he has a boy best believe little dude is wearing the finest suits right along with him lol

🧸Just like Zoro he would want to match his kid all the time lol but wouldn't match the hair lol he loves his long blonde hair too much

🧸Would totally take the time at some point to visit Zeff and introduce his kid formally. Zeff would treat that kid like gold lol

🧸I could totally see Zeff being one of those grandparents who are so laid back and if the kid spills something he'll be like oh that's alright and Sanji's eyes would nearly pop out cause when he was that age Zeff would practically chew him a new one lol

🧸Sanji would also explain everything to his kid about how their mother left, would've totally kept the note for the day they start asking questions

🧸Would totally be way easier for him to pick up chicks when he has a cute kid as a wingman/woman lol

🧸Would use his kid for everythinnngggg lol to get discounts shopping for food, to get dates, to get out of trouble with Nami and Robin lol literally everything

🧸Just like Zoro he's gonna teach his kid to swim lol there's only so many on the ship that can swim in the ocean so he has to make sure his kid will be safe

🧸Will also try to teach his kid to fight and defend themselves, he used to get bullied by his family so he wants his kid to be able to stand strong

🧸Will randomly wake up at night just to admire his kid

🧸Like Luffy throws amazing parties and cooks them the best cake they could ever eat

🧸Would always wonder if he did something wrong to his kids mother to make her want to miss such a special experience. Could totally see him blame himself until his kid looks at him one day and says he's the best daddy a kid could ever ask for

Law - The Strict One

🧸Best single dad even more than Sanji lol

🧸 Will do all his kids checkups and appointments, that kid would be the healthiest out of all of them lol

🧸Would have no problem with night feedings and changing diapers

🧸Honestly he could care less that the mother is out of the picture he would boss up and raise the baby regardless

🧸Law would cook such balanced meals for his kid lol that kid wouldn't even know what junk food is until someone gives them some behind Law's back lol

🧸Would keep that baby clean as a whistle but I don't see him being able to do hair, that man is a great surgeon but I feel like he would be useless doing hair lol

🧸Would totally buy his kid all types of colorful clothes and toys to help with their eye development. "Baby's need high contrast colors in their young age, it helps with development." He'll tell Bepo as he fills up a huge basket full of baby stuff lol

🧸Don't fight me on this I've said it in my girl Dad headcanons but he would get his kids doctor sets lol and a lab coat

🧸Will totally read to his child and teach them things way earlier than most, his baby is smart just like him lol

🧸His kid will have his smug attitude for sure lol

🧸I can see Law running into the straw hats with the baby strapped to his chest, his face as hard as he could possibly make it but would have to try not to blush when Nami and Robin just gush over his cute little baby (the baby looks just like him so them calling his kid cute is them low-key calling him cute lol somehow kill him before he dies of a heart attack lol)

🧸I can see Law having a very minimal love life even before his kid so now add his child he then well.. he has no love life at all lol

🧸Just like Sanji would use the power of his kid to get out of situations lol needs a discount on medical supplies? He's having his kid as the store clerk then lol "Excuse me ma'am could we have a bulk of your gauze for a 5% discount please I'm studying to be a doctor like my father." SUCCESS lol his kid would totally win over the store clerks heart lol

🧸Law doesn't have that much stamina when it comes to his powers so I can see him train wayyyy longer now that he has a child he never wants to be in a situation that his energy gets depleted

🧸Will shambles his kid instead of yelling down the halls of the polar Tang lol

🧸Will swap out random stuff using his d.f. powers because it makes his kid laugh for whatever reason lol

🧸I can see his kid finding a toy that looks like Bepo and Law will instantly get it for him lol

🧸Will catch his kid napping with Bepo, little kid all snuggled up to the soft man and he would have tons of pictures hidden in his wallet

🧸Will be one of those parents that makes time blocks for his kids activities lol like an hour of crafts, an hour of outside play, a 20 minute swimming lesson with Bepo and so on and so on lol

🧸Will definitely be strict "No ice cream until you've had your dinner I don't want to hear it."

🧸 Law would be one of those parents like Sanji to keep a box of his kids artwork lol even though they'll be too little and it'll just be a page of scribbles lol

🧸Will teach his kid how to use a sword just like him lol

🧸Will honestly be chill like Luffy when it comes to the whole mom thing because as a doctor he knows he can't choose what a person does with their life so he wouldn't give it much thought but would definitely explain the situation to his little one

@none-of-ur-business-fuck-off

[lee-laurent]

Replacing Me - Luke Hughes

Summary: Luke and Tori's relationship becomes more serious, but maybe John isn't as okay with it as he thought

content: fluff, angst, past relationships, oc x ex!john marino, money issues, mentions of sex but no actual smut, arguing, physical fighting (not between any couples)

wc: 2.9k

notes: PART 3 of 'Done Trying'!! So go ahead and read the first two parts if you haven't! 'Done Trying' and 'Past Relationships' !! I'm loving writing this series!! Super excited to write this one!! I love writing Tori and Luke's relationship. But get ready for some angst between John and Luke in this one!! Enjoy!!!

Tori tossed and turned, making the boy next to her grumble. He furrowed his brow, rolling over to face her.

"Go to sleep," he slurred with his eyes closed.

"I can't."

"Mm," he moaned, his snores filling the air once more. Tori rolled her eyes, flipping onto her side for the hundredth time. John let out a deep sigh, throwing an arm over her waist, pulling her into his chest. She gasped, but made no attempt to escape him. He slow rise and fall of his chest, lulled her into a sense of security and finally she was able to sleep.

Well... for a bit at least.

"MAMA!" wails filled the apartment, seeming even louder through the baby monitor on the bedside table. "MAMAAAA!"

"I've got him," John stretched, presssing a kiss to Tori's cheek. He pulled himself out of the bed, padding down the hall to Riley's room.

"Shhh. It's okay, Ri-Ri. Daddy's here."

Tori would never admit it, but hearing John speak to Riley made her heart swell. He was so sweet with their son, never raising his voice, never getting cross. He was the best dad that she could ask for. And it made her want to jump his bones. She shook her head, she shouldn't think of John like that. She's seeing Luke now.

But John's sleepy voice sounded so hot coming through the baby monitor. She groaned, shoving her head in her pillow. Maybe she was just horny.

"Shhh. Everything's okay. Mama and Dada are here," John rocked the toddler back and forth, patting his back soothingly. "Dada's here. I'm not going anywhere."

Five minutes later, John was back in the bed, spooning his ex-girlfriend. Riley had settled pretty quickly compared to most nights and the couple couldn't have been happier to get their rest.

"Thanks, babe," Tori mumbled sleepily.

"No worries. That's what I'm here for," John yawned, tucking his head in the crook of Tori's neck.

And for the first time in weeks, Riley slept until 7 in the morning.

"MAMA!"

"Coming baby!" Tori exclaimed, pulling Riley out of his crib. "How'd you sleep? Did Winnie the Pooh give you good dreams?"

Riley nodded, hugging his stuffed animal to his chest.

"Dada!"

"Hi, baby!"

Tori turned, blushing slightly at the shirtless John standing in the doorway. He smirked, noticing the redness on her cheeks.

"Dada! Home!"

"Yeah, Dada's at our house! Isn't that crazy?"

"Cwazy!"

"Let's get you into some clean clothes! You okay to make breakast, John?"

"Sure," he shrugged. "We have an afternoon practice. But I'll be home for dinner."

"Sounds good!"

"Hey, Johnny! Running a little late today?" Nico laughed. Most of the boys were already dressed in their gear when John entered the Devils locker-room.

"Yeah, sorry. Riley was upset I was going."

"Riley?"

"Hm? Yeah, staying at Tori's for a bit. Working on getting Riley on a set bedtime routine."

"Oh. How'd you sleep?"

"Actually pretty well, considering we have a two-year-old in the house," he chuckled, throwing on his pads.

"You're staying at Tori's?" Luke asked, his brow furrowed.

"Yeah. Ri's been having some trouble sleeping."

"How long you staying?" Nico asked, not sensing the tension obviously coming from Luke.

"Two weeks... ish. Until we can get him down for a full night and keep it that way."

"Might be able to rekindle the relationship, eh, Johnny," Dawson laughed, clapping his teammate on the back. Luke frowned, the laces of his skates suddenly becoming much more interesting than the conversation at hand.

"Who knows," John laughed awkwardly, taping his socks.

"Let's go boys!" Lindy's voice echoed through the room, calling the boys onto the ice.

Luke was off all practice. His passes were shit and every shot he attempted on net missed. He noticed the worried looks from his brother and captain, but shrugged them off not wanting any attention on him. Did everyone want John and Tori to get back together? He didn't know much about their relationship before he joined the team. Maybe they were a power couple and that's why everyone wanted them together. Maybe everyone thought that he and Tori would be a bad match. Maybe they thought Luke was trying to replace John in Riley's life. Maybe...

"Luke! You good? I've called your name like four times," Jack waved his hand in front of his brother's face, driving down the street to their apartment.

"Huh? I'm fine."

"You sure? You didn't seem like your head was in it at practice."

"No, I'm fine. Just an off day, ya know?"

"Sure do. But, I'm here if you ever wanna talk about anything."

"I know, Jack," Luke forced a smile, checking his phone to see if Tori had responded to the text he'd sent two days before. But still there was nothing. Not even a thumb up. Just radio silence.

"'ockey!" Riley cheered, running in circles around the carpet in the living room. Tori was hoping he'd wear himself down enough to sleep all night. She'd put on a random highlight video of Sidney Crosby she'd found on YouTube and Riley was eating it up. "'ockey!"

John was standing in the kitchen, watching the scene unfold while we ate some leftover chicken parm. He'd done an extra training session with Holtzy that day and had missed dinner, much to his dismay because Tori had made his favourite.

"Let's use our inside voice, Riley. What if Ms. Nelson is trying to sleep?" Tori warned. Ms. Nelson was the elderly woman that lived across the hall. She'd been the biggest help over the last two years, especially in navigating motherhood. Tori wasn't sure she'd have been able to do it without her neighbour. She was like a third grandma to Riley.

Riley raised a finger to his mouth, "Shhh."

"That's right. We're quiet when people are sleeping. Let's use our quiet voice while we play. Okay?"

"O-tay, Mama."

"Good boy," she grinned, ruffling his dark curls. She quickly flipped over her phone that buzzed, skimming over the text from Luke, before placing it down on the table. She wasn't trying to ignore Luke. She just wasn't sure he'd understand the current situation, seeing as he wasn't a parent himself. Maybe she'd made a mistake by starting something with a 20-year-old. She was also trying not to use her phone as much in front of Riley. She and John didn't want him growing up depending on a screen for entertainment. He got a bit of TV time in the morning and a bit in the evening before bed but that was it. He didn't have a tablet, like many of the kids that Tori had seen at her parenting classes.

"Dada! Play!"

"I'm coming," John smiled, putting his empty plate in the sink. This was the first time he'd noticed that Tori's apartment didn't have a dishwasher. Did she do all the dishes by hand? She must have.

Tori clicked off the TV, watching her son sit criss-cross across from his dad. She placed the little bin of farm toys between the two, pressing a kiss to Riley's head, brushing some curls from his eyes.

"I'm going to take a bath. You alright with him for half an hour?"

"Of course. Enjoy your bath, Vic."

Vic. That wasn't a name that left John's mouth often. It was always "Tori" or "Victoria." Vic had been a name he used when they were dating. And the sound of it made her heart break a bit.

She had just settled into her steaming hot bath when her phone started ringing, ruining her peace. She sighed, flipping it over to see Luke's name flashing across the screen. She let it ring through, placing it back down on the counter. With her book and a glass of wine, she finally got a moment to relax. Maybe life with John was better than she remembered.

"Luke. I know you're not alright. What's going on?" Jack nagged, knocking his shoulder with Luke's.

"I... Tori hasn't been answering me."

"She's got a kid, Rusty. She never answers her phone."

"She was before John moved back in with her."

"Family bonding time?" Jack shrugged, "Don't let it get to you this much. You guys aren't even officially dating."

"So? I thought we were getting somewhere."

"Tori's hard to read. If I've learned anything from John, it's that. And Riley is her main focus in life. Nothing comes before Riley, including answering her texts."

"But she doesn't even answer at night when Riley's probably in bed."

"Dude, that's her time to relax. John told me that Riley has been a nightmare child recently. Give her some time. I'm sure she'll come around."

Luke just sighed, checking his phone again to see if she'd answered. Nothing.

John had taken Riley for walk, giving Tori some very much needed alone time. She was going through some emails when her phone rang again.

Luke Hughes

Accept. Decline.

"Hello?"

"H-hey, Tori. How've you been?" Luke sounded nervous.

"I'm alright. Yourself?"

"Okay. I, uh, I was wondering if you wanted to hangout again sometime."

"Oh, um, yeah. I just... I'm kinda busy with Riley right now. He's been a bit of a handful."

"I, uh, I could come help out.... if you want."

"That's really nice of you to offer, Luke. But John's here helping out."

"Oh. Are you... are you guys getting back together?"

Tori pinched the bridge of her nose, "No, Luke. You know what, let's go out tonight."

"Really?"

"Really," she smiled.

"You- you can come here! Jack's going out with some friends."

"Wow. Bold, Hughes. You trying to sleep with me?" she giggled.

"What?! No! No! That's not- that's not what I meant!"

"I know. I'm just teasing. I'll be over around 7. I just need to make sure that John has everything to put Ri to bed. Sound good?"

"Perfect. I'll see you then."

"We're home!"

"We 'ome!"

"My boys are home!" Tori grinned, spinning Riley around in her arms. "How was the park?"

"We 'ide!"

"You went on the slide?"

"Yeah," Riley clapped, running off to play with his Duplo.

"How was he?"

"So good. A few tears when I told him he couldn't have two snacks before dinner. But besides that, all was well."

"He use the bathroom?"

"Yep!"

"Riley! Good job, baby! Such a big boy!"

"Tank 'oo, Mama!"

"I, uh, I'm going to Luke's for a bit tonight."

"Hughes?"

"Yeah."

"That's still going on?"

"Why... why wouldn't it be?"

"I thought... never mind."

"No. You thought what?"

"You were focusing on our family right now."

"Am I not allowed to take some time for myself?"

"That's not what I'm saying, Victoria. Don't twist my words."

"Then what are you saying, John?"

"You just... I gave you the whole day to have time for yourself."

"And I appreciate that. But I spent it working to make money to support me and our child."

"How many times do I have to tell you that I can give you more money if you need it?" he pinched the bridge of his nose.

"I don't want your pity money, John."

"It's not pity money! I'm giving it so you and our son can have a good life."

"Are you saying that I'm not giving our son a good life?" her eyes started to water.

"No! God! Why do you always twist my fucking words?!"

"Don't swear in front of Riley!"

"Go to Luke's."

"What?"

"GO!"

Tori was wiping her eyes with the back of her hand when Luke opened the door. His eyes widening when he saw the state she was in.

"Tori? I, uh, I wasn't expecting you for another two hours."

"I'm sorry. I just, uh, I had an argument with John. Can I come in?" she sniffled.

"Yeah, of course. Sorry. Come in, come in."

The two of them got comfortable on the couch, Luke wrapping his arm around her smaller frame.

"Do you wanna talk about it?"

"If you don't mind," she wiped her nose with the sleeve of her hoodie.

"Of course I don't."

"He, uh, he accused me of not taking time for our family. That I'm taking too much time for myself."

"That's not true. You spend so much time worrying about Riley. God, I didn't hear from your for a week! Riley's your number one priority."

"John can't see that," the tears started back up. "Then he offered me money. But, I felt like he was accusing me of not providing enough for Riley. I just... does he think I'm a bad mom?"

"Shh, Tori. You're not a bad mom. You- you're an amazing mom! Riley always looks so happy when I see him! You're like the best mom ever... well maybe after my mom, but... you get the point."

She giggled through her tears, listening to Luke's heartbeat for comfort.

"Thanks, Luke. I'm sorry. This probably wasn't what you were expecting."

"It's fine, Tori. Any time spent with you is good enough for me."

"You're too sweet," she sighed, meeting his eyes. He brushed a piece of hair behind her ear, pressing a chaste kiss to her lips.

"Do you want to spend the night here?" he offered.

"I-"

"Don't worry. John's got Riley. He'll be fine."

"I don't want to be a bother."

"You'll never be a bother to me, Victoria."

Was it too soon to be in love with this man? Because Victoria could feel herself falling already.

"I'll stay then," she smiled sadly, pressing another kiss to his lips. He hummed, kissing her back.

"Should we watch a movie?" he asked, not wanting it to seem like he was taking advantage of her when she was down.

"Sure," she smiled. What a gentleman.

Tori woke up to fifty texts and ten missed calls from John.

Are you coming home?

Hello?

Victoria

Victoria?

Are you okay?

I shouldn't have yelled. Please come back.

I got Riley to sleep, I think.

Hey?

Vic?

Please come home.

Vic?

Please.

I'm sorry

Vic?

Text me when you see these please

Riley slept through the night

I need you here from I leave for practice. For Riley. Not for me.

Victoria, don't be like this. Riley needs his mom

She attempted to pull away from Luke, but he was quick to pull her back into his chest.

"Don't go," he mumbled sleepily.

"I've gotta go, babe. You've got practice. And I have a toddler that needs his mom."

"Five more minutes."

"Luke," she giggled, flipping in his arms. She ran a hand through his curls, her fingers catching on a couple knots. "God, your hair is almost as bad as Riley's."

"Mmm."

"Come on, sleepyhead. Rise and shine."

He slowly opened his eyes, smiling cheekily at the girl in his arms. He leaned to give her a kiss, but was quickly rejected.

"I have morning breath."

"I don't care."

"Luke!" she squealed as he pressed kisses all over her face. "Luke!"

"I'll see you later?" he asked, finally getting a peck on the lips.

"Of course. I'll text you."

"Will you? Last time you said that you ignored me for a week."

"It was a long week, Lukey. I'll text you. I promise," she intertwined her pinky with this, finally pulling herself out of bed.

"Victoria! You're home! Thank God! I was getting worried," John rambled, running a hand through his hair. Tori could tell from how dishevelled it was, that he'd been doing that for a while.

"Of course, I am. I live here in case you forgot," she sassed, throwing her keys in the little bowl on the counter.

"Ri's been worried about you. He said I don't his 'babas' right."

"You probably don't," she shrugged, cooing at her son in his booster seat. "Hi, baba! Mama's home. She just had to go see a friend for a bit."

"You stay at Ally's?" John asked, picking up a piece of egg that Riley had chucked on the floor.

"No."

"Then who- you stayed at Luke's?"

"It's frankly none of your business, John."

He sighed, "You know what, I'm going to practice. I might be home after. If I feel like it. Since that's what we're doing now."

Riley cried as the door slammed shut, just making Tori angrier. God, now she remembered why shit with John didn't work out.

John stormed into the locker room, his target locked in on. Luke Warren Hughes. Number 43. Who was sat innocently in his stall, laughing at something his brother had said.

"You think it's okay to sleep with Tori?" John fumed, pushing the boy's shoulder. Luke was taken by surprise, falling backwards into the wall.

"What?"

"You think it's okay to take my child's mother away for night?! Leave me having NO idea where she is?! Huh?!"

"John-"

"Stay out of it!" he seethed. Luke stood up, puffing his chest out. If John wanted a fight, then a fight he'd get. "You think it's fine to whore around with Tori?"

"She needed me. You made her cry, if I'm remembering correctly," Luke shot back.

"She isn't supposed to need you! She's supposed to need me!" John pushed him again, earning a shove in return. Everyone was gathered around, silently watching.

"Well, you're doing a shit job at supporting her!"

That was it, John lurched forward, tackling Luke to the ground. His fist connected with the rookie's jaw. Another punch, this time from Luke. Another. Another.

"ENOUGH!" Nico pulled John off, holding him back. Jack grabbed Luke with the help of Dawson. Luke spat some blood on the floor, breathing heavily. He wanted nothing more than to make John feel the pain that he had made Tori feel emotionally the night before.

The locker room fell into silence, suddenly the door swung open.

"What is going on here?!"

[millerskitty]

Running If You Call My Name

❥ dbf!joel / f!reader x joel miller

❥ (18+) nsfw

❥ reader insert

❥ medium burn, no outbreak au. some timelines are changed to fit the story.

dividers by @/saradika !

warnings: pregnancy, soft joel, fluff, joel acting like a damn sugar daddy

word count: 1.4k

tag list: @foxin5billion, @persiar9, @ivoryandflame, @victoriaholland, @glitterspark & @zen3ca

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Chapter 13

The unforgiving summer sun was blazing down at you through the untinted windows of Joel’s old pickup truck. You sighed, pulling down the visor in a failed attempt to keep the heat from frying you.

“Sorry, baby, we should have come in your car.” Joel said, placing his hand over your overheated thigh.

“No, you know I can barely get out of that thing. It’s so low to the ground.” You chuckled, running a palm over your round stomach. You were unbelievably approaching the eight month mark.

Joel’s hand moved up and pressed down on top of yours. His touch never failed to give you butterflies. The tender moment must have affected the baby, because it started to kick wildly as soon as the weight of Joel’s large hand landed on top of yours.

“I’m telling you, we’ve got a kangaroo cookin in there.’” Joel chuckled, turning his eyes back to the road.

“That would explain all the damn pressure on my bladder. I swear I’ve never used so many public bathrooms in my life.” You cringed.

“Listen here, little miss or mister, leave Mommy’s organs be or you’ll have to deal with me.”

“You’re going to be the softest daddy there ever was.”

“You hush, it can hear you.”

“I’m sorry but calling them ‘it’ will never fail to make me laugh.” You chuckled.

“I’m sorry, they can hear you downplaying the wrath of Dad.” Joel said as he pulled into the fourth car dealership you’d visited that day.

“I guess you can be kind of scary when you misplace your tools.” You said, unbuckling your seatbelt. Joel jumped out of the truck and crossed around to help you out.

“Easy, girl.” He said with a look of pride on his face. He loved taking care of you like you were his delicate flower, pregnant and swollen with his baby.

“I may look like a cow, but I assure you there is no milk to be found here.”

“Be patient, I’m sure it’ll come in when it’s time.”

“I’m still nervous, what if it doesn’t?”

“Then we will figure something out, darlin, one thing at a time.”

“We should have called ahead to see if they have the model you’re looking for.”

“And miss out on this quality time with my baby? Never.” Joel said as he led you to the building to look for the safest, best quality vehicle to surprise Sarah with.

~

“It’s perfect.” You said.

“Black? Don’t you think she’d prefer the purple?”

“Be serious, Joel.” You said with a giggle. Sarah would love the sleek black Hyundai Elantra. It was perfect for her needs, very safe to drive and an excellent choice to get around at college.

“Alright, you girls share a brain cell so I’ll listen to ya’.”

“Good boy.”

“We’ll take it, but let’s take a look at those mini vans y’all got up front there first.” Joel said, winking at you.

“Joel-”

“Let’s just have a look, mama.” He said, leading you away.

The minivans were glorious; they accommodated every possible need that a first time mom could ever have. You had been nervous about taking the baby anywhere in the pickup or your small car, so it was a wonderful idea. Each different model just got better and better. Joel watched in amusement as you gushed at all of the amenities.

“That the one ya’ want, mama?” He asked when you had been foaming at the mouth over the sheer amount of space in the back. You could easily imagine yourselves taking camping trips and grocery shopping with no issue.

You looked up at Joel with a bit of concern and a whole lot of gratitude. “But-”

“Then it’s yours.” He said as he chewed on a toothpick.

~

You were flying high, dopamine was plentiful in your brain as you made dinner that evening. You were making bolognese at Pop’s house. The guys celebrated the new vehicle purchases with a case of beer in the backyard. It made your heart full to have it all after so many months of despair at the idea of never getting to have this life with Joel. You wondered just how everything managed to fall perfectly into place. Pop had been over the moon, falling out of his chair when you gave him a shirt that said “Best Grandpa in the Lone Star State” shortly after you’d broken the news to Joel.

After the initial shock had settled, he congratulated the two of you, vowing to live up to the title on his shirt. You would never forget the look on Joel’s face. His eyes watered, something you didn’t see very often. He embraced you and Pop at the same time. It was one of many memories together that you’d cherish for the rest of your life.

~

After dinner, Sarah begged to go shopping with her friend, Dex, who was going to college in New York with her. She said her goodbyes and promised not to be home too late, leaving you and Joel to walk back home alone together.

“Does this ever feel unreal to you?” You asked Joel, whose hand was in yours.

“Of course. Every time I get to wake up to that sweet face o’ yours.” He said with a glimmer of light in his eyes.

“You always know just what to say.”

“Well shucks,” He said in a joking voice, “I just know how lucky I am that you put up with my shit.”

“You were a dick for a little bit, but you had a point. You were just afraid, unsure.”

“Some risks are worth taking.” He said, unlocking the front door and placing his hand on your lower back to lead you inside.

He tossed the keys into the bowl on the entryway shelf and you went to the kitchen and started to put away the leftovers from dinner at Pop’s when you heard Joel running the bath. He appeared back in the kitchen moments later to lead you into your shared ensuite bedroom.

“Bath time for you two.” He rubbed your stomach and kissed your neck.

“Does daddy want to join us?”

“I get to join? ‘Course I will.” Joel said, pouring in some bath salts and lighting a candle as you began to undress. He intervened, stripping the remaining items of clothing off of you before helping you into the deep garden bathtub.

You moaned at the relief that came as the pressure was relieved from your aching back. Joel stripped and got into the tub, sitting across from you. The bubbles were growing higher and higher around you until Joel turned the faucet off, gently pulling your foot towards him and rubbing it.

“Fuck, that feels so good.” You moaned as he massaged your feet.

“I bet, I’m sorry you have to be in so much pain.”

“It will be so worth it.”

“Do you ever just want to just find out what it’s going to be?” Joel asked.

“Honestly… Yeah.” You giggled.

“I don’t care either way, but it’s just so exciting.”

“We’ve only got a few more weeks before we find out. We’ve made it this far.” You chuckled, pulling your foot back and scooting over to lay your head on Joel’s chest. His heart drummed steadily as you touched the wet curls of hair on his chest. “Do you like me all big and pregnant still?”

“Baby, what kind of question is that?” He rubbed his hands down the sides of your body, landing on your round stomach.

“I just don’t really recognize myself, I don’t always feel the best like this.”

“I find you so attractive like this, I'm reminded that you’re mine now every time I look at you.”

“I love you.” You said, holding onto him.

“I’m so in love with you.” He kissed the top of your forehead.

~

After rinsing off in the shower, Joel lathered you in lotion from head to toe. You felt soft and well cared for, but it only got better when Joel initiated your favorite bedtime routine. He spooned you and rubbed your back, until his body naturally urged him to focus on kneading your ass, which made you giggle. He was obsessed with touching you, holding you, pleasuring you.

“That’s not my back, Sir.” You playfully scolded.

“It’s a part of your backside and it requires just as much attention as your shoulders.” Joel chuckled.

“Don’t start something you can’t finish.”

“I have every intention of finishing, darlin’” He said, burying his face into your neck from behind.

[11queensupreme11]

Thalassandros looks like the genderbent version of Percy right???

Do you think Poseidon loved his features due to Looking like her mom/sister???

yes, thalassandros is the posy kid who looks more like percy!

as for the question about poseidon....

not really 😅 he doesn't care much for how his kids look, just how they act (aside from percy who's already ✨perfect✨ in his eyes lmao)

and thalassandros does NOT behave the way he likes 💀💀💀

(gonna ramble a little bit cuz i finally decided on personalities for some of the other posy sons hehe)

remember how i mentioned that poseidon put most of his focus on his elder sons and they went through most of the abuse??? axiandros, kymon, and thalassandros were the 3 eldest and he put them through hell, but only axiandros was the one who turned out the most "perfect"

kymon's become stoic, more emotionless than even poseidon because he's so emotionally numb thanks to everything he went through. poseidon's glad that he's not an emotional "wreck", but he's also very uncaring about pretty much everything. manners, politics, perfection, etc. he doesn't care for it. (think shu sakamaki from diabolik lovers)

he loves his mother ofc, but his emotions are pretty much dulled out. while axiandros and poseidon are picture perfect coldness, kymon's stoic-ness is more of disinterest, almost lethargic in a way. he's very isolated, either seen by his mother's side, or on his own.

thalassandros, however, is the complete opposite 😂 he's snarky, rude, and rebellious, who openly hates his father.

he doesn't care for his father's attempts to drill "perfection" into him, he's perfect the way he is (mommy says so, after all! 💖)! literally the only reason poseidon hasn't killed the lil shit yet is because he knows percy would be devastated if one of her sons were to die (plus, thalassandros is an excellent fighter and quite powerful, and that's pretty much his only upside in poseidon's eyes 💀)

(these kids got serious daddy issues, thanks a lot poseidon 😞)