#especially when said son is not. doing. great. when said son is helping take care of his estranged dad’s sick ex wife whom he divorced to

[floral-hex]

“guess you didn’t have a forwarding address after all ☹️” shut the fuck up shut the fuck up shut the fuck up shut the fuck up shut the fuck up shut up shut up shut up

[koushuwu]

*:･ﾟ✧ THE DAD THAT STEPPED UP

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 (𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬): afab!reader, stepcest, stepdad!toji, age gap, infidelity, manipulation, fingering, corruption, cunnilingus

『•• fushiguro toji | words: 4,1k | jjk masterlist ••』

excerpt: he shouldn’t make advances towards you. for numerous reasons. one: toji was already in a relationship with another woman. and two: that other woman just so happened to be your mother.

beta read by: the wonderfully talented @owoasis

toji knew he shouldn’t be looking at you like that. he knew he shouldn’t let his eyes travel up your bare legs when you walked around the house in those tiny shorts. he knew that he shouldn’t listen in outside your door at night when he got up to piss. and he knew that he shouldn’t make advances towards you. for numerous reasons.

one: toji was already in a relationship with another woman. and two: that other woman just so happened to be your mother. oh, and three: in dating your mother and living with the two of you, toji was supposed to be like a father to you. keywords being “supposed to”. because considering toji’s relationship to his biological son, he already knew it was pretty clear that he wasn’t really the parenting type. he tried though. he really did. but it was hard on him, with the way you waltzed around with those pretty legs on display, and those small tops that left little to imagination. truly it was a temptation too great for him to ignore. 

so, toji shouldn’t be looking. but he did. because while toji knew that he shouldn’t, that didn’t mean he cared about it. and as it was, he didn’t really. he really, really didn’t. and so he looked. eyes trailing all the way from your ankles and over your calves, even taking a moment to grace the skin of the back of your knee before traveling higher. your thighs were his favorite part of your legs. they looked soft and plush and time after time he found himself imagining what it’d be like to squeeze them in the palms of his hands. knead them, caress them, bite them even. okay. so he looked.

and okay, so toji shouldn’t be listening in at night, outside your door on his way back from the bathroom. especially not when he’d already heard you sneaking someone in not long prior. there were a lot of things he shouldn’t do. he shouldn’t have let you sneak a boy into your room this late at night. he shouldn’t have kept that from your mother. and he definitely should not be listening right then. yet that was another thing that he really didn’t care about that he shouldn’t be doing. because there was something intoxicating about the little muffled sounds that traveled through the closed door. he couldn’t hear much, but at one point, he thought you sounded frustrated. which wasn’t what a pretty girl like you should be feeling in bed. that’s not how a partner should treat someone precious like you in bed. you’d do much better on your own, or maybe you just needed someone to teach you. to help you discover what you liked. okay. alright. so he listened. it wasn’t that bad, right? right.

another thing he definitely shouldn’t do was make advances at you. that he definitely shouldn’t be doing. would you believe him if he said that he didn’t really care about that either? maybe he would’ve, a few days before he heard you that night. maybe. but he had heard you. he’d seen you the following day, and someone should really help you, because whoever the guy was you’d brought home that night, he clearly didn’t know how to handle a pretty thing like you. you deserved better. you deserved someone to teach you, so you could teach him how to touch you. and so maybe toji could actually be a good father figure this time. he could help you in your time of need, like any good father would, right? step up to the challenge, give you what you needed and maybe teach you a thing or two in the process.

toji hadn’t expected the opportunity to present itself so fast. so easily. laid out as if on a silver platter when he found himself alone in the house with you. and in a slip up, you’d confirmed his suspicions. you had indeed snuck someone in that night. and it had indeed been your current boyfriend. and he had in fact not been able to satisfy you. toji might’ve wondered why you even shared any of this with him in the first place, however subtly it may have been. did you trust him that much? well in that case, he was going to make sure to make himself worthy of that trust. he was going to help you in this time of need. 

what he hadn’t expected either, was how quickly you went along with him. when he’d offered his help, he’d half expected you to laugh in his face. he’d even expected you to tell him to fuck off and rat him out to your mother. but you didn’t. you looked timid. your eyes grew a little wider and your hands wrung together as you watched him, all the while toji did his best to look as inviting and trustworthy as possible. he really did want to help you. he wanted to make sure you knew exactly what you wanted. what you needed. how it was supposed to be. and he was going to teach you.

and you did agree. be it out of frustration of your boyfriend, or maybe spite, he couldn’t tell and he’d probably never know. but it truly didn’t matter to him at all. because what did matter to him, was that you allowed him help you lie back on the couch. that you didn’t push him away when he moved closer.

��comfortable?” he asked, purposefully softening his voice for you. taking you in, he studied your face intently. searching for signs you might change your mind.

“i think so,” you told him, still wringing your hands in front of your chest, as if to shield yourself, by maintaining that last bit of distance between you as he hovered above you. he smiled. it was okay. he was here to help you. and so he placed one of his hands on top of yours.

“it’s okay,” he reassured, gently peeling your hands apart, sliding his fingers in between yours. toji was never this soft with his lovers. andhe was an exceptional lover, if he did say so himself. he was assertive. strong. confident. maybe even a little rough. but with you— you weren’t his lover. this wasn’t sex. it wasn’t. he was simply going to teach you. and if that took a gentler hand, then so be it. with your hand against his palm, his fingers interlocked with yours, he cupped your cheek. “there’s nothing to be afraid of.”

another thing about toji was that he didn’t kiss. he took charge. he controlled. he claimed. with his lips pressed to a lovers, he claimed them as his in that shared moment together. he took control and he did not yield it to anyone. you looked so small underneath him on the couch. maybe this time, with you, he’d take control in a different sense. that’s what he thought as he leaned in. slowly. lips just shy of yours, he told himself that he just wanted to make you feel comfortable. safe. and when his lips did press against yours, it was soft. almost gentle even as he knew that it was more than just for your benefit.

he did want you to trust him. he did. but did he want you to trust him for your sake, or for his own? even as he was telling himself that he simply wanted to help teach you a thing or two, he’d be lying if he claimed that that was the only thing he wanted. he did want to help you, but he also wanted to touch you. he really wanted to touch you. so much so, that the thought alone made his skin tingle as you kissed him back. softly. hesitantly.

“relax,” toji said against your lips, hand slipping across your skin. fingertips ghosting over your palm, the skin of your wrist, then stopping. breaking the kiss, he looks down at you. your skin was warm under the pads of his fingers. growing warmer. hotter. the throb of your pulse growing faster. quickening. strumming a frantic rhythm. “i’m just going to help you. no one has to know.”

toji studies you for a moment. your skin radiating warmth and for a moment he’s tempted to screw it all and pull you right up on top of him and have you. those pleading eyes looking up at him, pulling him in, tempting and yet so innocent that made him want to swallow you whole. he’ll teach you what it means to have a real man. wait? teach? right. he was going to teach you. he swallowed down the want. instead he smiles and he feels like a wolf in sheep's clothing as you suck your lower lip between your teeth. do you trust him? truly a horrible choice. he pushes the thought aside. he’s helping you. he wants you.

“does he make you fell relaxed?” he asks instead, hand leaving your wrist to caress your neck. your side. skimming the underside of your chest. once more leans in close. “does he touch you like this? kiss your skin like this?” toji’s breath against your neck, your ear, it made you shiver as he pressed his lips to your pulse. wet. open mouthed. expertly and he just could not help the little triumphant smile pulling at his mouth when your hand flexes before it fists against the pillow at your side.

you shake your head in reply. just a little movement that any other guy may have missed. but not toji. he’s observant, you see. he’s a talented lover. a skilled one. he knows what he’s looking for. he knows that the words lodged in your throat, but you were going to have to cooperate. you were a good girl. he knew that you could do that much. you just needed a little encouragement, so encouragement was what you’d get. his wandering fingers stilled and he pulled back, looking down at you once more.

“i need you to say it.” you swallowed, fist tightening on the pillow, there was something twisting in his stomach as he looked at you like this. something that sent his blood rushing through his veins. “i can’t help you, if you don’t tell me.”

there was something so satisfying about the way you swallowed before speaking. as if you had to work up the courage to press out the one word. “no.” breathless. barely audible. but it was there, borne on a low breath, and toji sighed.

“what a waste.” toji shook his head in disbelief, looking you up and down and taking it all in. “such beauty. truly wasted on someone who won’t appreciate you properly. but it’s alright. i’ll help you. i’ll teach you how it’s supposed to be.” he wants you. he wants to show you. show you all that he can do. what a man could do. the way you should be treated. they way you should be fucked.

his hands travel. goosebumps rise on your flesh and the way you start to squirm underneath him was exactly like the images in his head when he’d found out about you and your boyfriend. it was enticing, really. and the way your shoulders start to relax as he touches your skin. the way you willingly open yourself up to him. to his touch and to his advances. a muscle in toji’s jaw clenches when you lift your hand off of the couch and let it settle on his biceps. it’s nothing but a little show of comfort. that what he’s doing is working. but it’s progress. it’s what he wanted. it’s what he needed. he couldn’t help the smile on his lips. “it tingles,” you tell him.

“an absolute waste,” toji repeats. “when i’m done with you, you’ll know exactly how a man is supposed to make you feel. does he even make sure you’re wet enough before diving in?” his words makes your skin feel even warmer. he can feel it against his hands. you want to look away, but you can’t. instead you look straight into his eyes and he can’t help but sigh at the admittance in your eyes.

“no,” you tell him.

“open up,” he said, as two fingers caressed your lower lip. “come on, it’s okay. you’re gonna like it, i promise.” and so you obliged, lips parting and letting toji’s fingers dip inside. “that’s it. good girl,” he cooed.

it was the way that something seemed to ignite within you as he watched. the way your skin was burning bright hot against him. the way that you looked at him, earnestly yet crackling with electricity. the electricity that seemed to seep right from you and through toji’s very skin. it was the quiver of your thighs, spread on the couch, laying you bare. and the way that you stopped hiding just a little more with every touch of his hands. of his tongue. it was the way that your fingers dug into his arms in something akin to want and the way that you couldn’t hold back that little sound from escaping your lips when he touched you just right. it was all these things that made toji feel the triumphant surge rising in his chest as his finger sunk into your cunt. wet, slippery, hot. twisted even, the feeling in his gut when he watched your mouth fall open. it wasn’t that he’d doubled his own skills. he’d never doubted himself, so why would he start now? but all things considered, he knew he would be silly if he’d thought it would be easy. because of course it wasn’t going to be easy. but toji had enjoyed the thrill of the hunt. the prowl. slowly guiding you to him and earning your trust enough that you’d let him even suggest anything like this in the first place. even more so to allow toji in.

“feel this?” toji asked, fingers curling where he knew he would find the spot that would make you keen. okay. he knew that it would feel good, but he hadn’t anticipated how you’d react to the sensation. “did he ever care enough to find your g-spot?” he asked. crudely. a little rough. the pads of his fingers brushed against you again and your head lolled back on the backrest of the couch.

“he didn’t–” you breathed, trying to keep down the sounds, trying to trap them before they escaped, released into the air surrounding you, making it real. something you weren’t ready to admit just yet. but it felt good. toji knew it as well. the way your breathing grew heavier. the throbbing between your legs making it all too clear to him that you were feeling it. full already. he’d heard it before, blessed with those large hands as he was.

“what was he even doing?” toji asked in disbelief. because what kind of man with respect for himself couldn’t even hit the g spot? if toji had to bet, the boy probably couldn’t find the clitoris either. poor girl that you were to have settled for someone like him. but toji would show you. “what about this, then?” your moan ripped from your throat before you even knew what was happening when his thumb pressed against your clit. “i’ll take that as a no,” he said.

with his fingers plunged deep in your pussy, toji’s hardest battle was to keep the grin off his face. that somewhat arrogantly victorious grin that was sure to tell you exactly how much this wasn’t just for your sake. it was also for his sake as well. there was something so tempting about plucking forbidden fruit. something so utterly ensnaring that he just couldn’t help but want to sink his teeth into it. like right now, he wanted nothing as badly as he wanted to sink his teeth into you. and he would. in due time. because if he was going to show you exactly what you were missing out on, he’d better do it right. do it well, and show you everything. all of it. no exceptions. fingers, tongue, teeth. all of it. if he was lucky, and you’d let him, maybe he’d show you even more. but he had to take it slow. one thing at a time. show you properly. entirely.

your fingers were digging into the flesh of toji’s arms and his thumb flicked over your clit, elicited a whine from your throat. he’d never heard that before, and suddenly he couldn’t help the smile that formed on his lips. that was hot. and it told toji all that he needed to know. because through the door at night, your boyfriend had never made you make such a sound. but he had. toji had made you make that noise. and he really wanted to hear it again. so while two fingers thrust inside you, curling just right, he made sure to roll your clit under the pad of his thumb once more. delicious. the sounds you made. the view he had. truly delicious. he wondered how far he could push it. how far he could go. if he should make you cum on his fingers. if he should leave you panting and desperate for more, just to take you in his mouth. would you let him? he hoped you would, because the sight alone of his own thick fingers disappearing deep in between your folds was nothing short of intoxicating.

the rush of it all. toji felt it deep in the most twisted parts of his being. knowing that what he was doing right now was inherently considered wrong on so many levels, and yet here he was. that was power, really. he’d made you put yourself in his care. and he felt victorious in ways he may or may not have expected when he first made his move on you. because he really had wanted to teach you a thing or two. but maybe the true goal had all along been to claim you. because what if maybe, just maybe, he could leave such an imprint that once wouldn’t be enough for you. that would truly be a victory. to have claimed you so fully, that you would need him again. and again and again. he was going to have to play his cards right for that to happen, he knew. this was one hurdle and as you were moaning beneath him from his fingers only. he knew he wanted to win the entire war. so he stripped the smirk off his face and instead looked at you in something that resembled concern as he pushed you further towards the edge. but not too far. not too far. 

“if he couldn’t even do this right,” toji said, watching as you opened your eyes to look at him, mouth forced shut before another moan made its way into the space between them. “did he ever even go down on you?” your eyes widened at his words and toji could have laughed out loud. could’ve. but he didn’t.

“no,” you confirmed after a moments silence. “no he didn’t.”

toji expected as much, yet hearing you say the words still came as a surprise. well, if your boyfriend wouldn’t, then toji sure as hell would give it to you. he would show you exactly what a man could do and he was gonna make sure that when he was done with you, you’d experience everything that that little boytoy of yours could never give you. everything that you were willing to let him, and maybe even a little more.

“shame,” he said, tsking at the thought of your boyfriend. “let me show you.” he didn’t ask, because he didn’t care for you to say no. maybe you wouldn’t. maybe you would. but he didn’t give you the chance to. he was going to show you, and you were going to let him. it was much easier this way. much easier to just take and give, give and take. that’s what he truly believed, even as he’d been taking it slow, approaching one step at a time. one teeny tiny step. all so you wouldn’t get scared and run off. but this. this was what he was truly like. the way he would prefer to do it. because now that you’d subjected yourself to him, he wasn’t going to let you off easy.

as he positioned himself between your legs, spreading you out on the couch, he wondered how you’d taste. how strong you’d squeeze his tongue when he plunged it inside. he wondered if those big eyes of yours would still look at him like that, as soon as his tongue flicked against your clit for the first time. when saliva mixed with your fluids in a cocktail of desire. he wondered, and then he smiled. all he had to do was lean in and he’d know. and so he did.

amazing. you tasted amazing. fresh and new like the morning dew in spring. of course, toji normally didn’t consider such poetic words. he simply knew that you did indeed taste amazing. that your eyes shut hard and your nose scrunched up a little bit before your face went slack, mouth dropping open. he worked his tongue expertly. toji had had many a lover, and he had quite a lot of experience. he knew what he was doing and judging by the sounds you were already making, it was safe to conclude that he still had it. proud as he was, this was yet another boost to his already bustling confidence. he couldn’t help but hum against you. he truly plucked a flower in full bloom and the pride swelled, making him go harder. just a little bit. enough. a high pitched moan betrayed just how you enjoyed it. good.

your hands found their ways into his hair and toji couldn’t help but flick his tongue a little firmer. a little wetter. suck a little harder on your clit. the way your fingers threaded into the strands of his hair and how they fisted in it. he wondered how much further he could push before you’d crack and crumble at his mercy. a little further, he decided and pushed a finger back into your cunt. your hips bucked, and toji almost laughed. oh this was easy. incredible how little it took, when he’d finally stripped you bare. maybe next time he’d make you sit on his face and ride it on your own. he’d bet that he could make you do it. especially with the way your hips rocked in time with the thrusts of his finger and the rhythmic dance of his tongue. his lips. you were basically already riding him. all he had to do was make you go on top and he’d claim another first for you.

“da–toji–” throb. toji’s cock jumped at the sound of your voice. at the way you almost misspoke. dad. was he really sick and twisted for the way his desire grew at the thought of you calling him dad right now? maybe. he didn’t care. he really didn’t care, because the next moment your face scrunched up, your voice came out in a broken sob as your walls convulsed around his finger as you came. his tongue and finger continued working you through the high. guiding you back down.

“that’s a good girl,” he said. “i– shit–” the unmistakable sound of your mothers car rolled up the driveway. it only took half a minute before you were dressed and darted out the door, down the hall to your room. toji smirked to himself. close call. then he rose and glanced down the hall.

for days to come, neither you nor toji acknowledged that anything had transpired between the two of you. it was only in the few fleeting glances that sometimes followed toji’s hands a moment too long. not a single word ever uttered.

that was. until one night. when your mother was out again. toji was lounging on the couch, and suddenly, there you were, wearing nothing but a bathrobe and looking at him with something that looked a lot like curiosity. interest. want, even. his eyes trailed over you. wringing your hands, you stood there and toji knew what you wanted. it wasn’t hard to guess. he would step up. he give you what you needed. because what kind of father figure would he be if he didn’t help you in your time of need?

*:･ﾟ✧ all interactions are greatly appreciated. thank you for reading ♡

[multi-fandom-imagine]

Hi! I adore your version of house and his big family.

Would you be interested in writing about house at the birth of the twins? Like being amazed her for either having a c section or being a badass with a natural birth?

A/n: I 👏 love 👏 this

It had started early in the morning, with you shaking him awake, your face twisted in both pain and determination. “Greg,” your voice tight. “It’s time.”

House had blinked groggily, his mind taking a moment to process your words before jolting awake. “Time? As in right now?” His head turning to glance at the time on the clock.

“Yes, right now,” You had snapped, clutching your belly. “The twins don’t seem to care that it’s four in the morning.”

House had scrambled out of bed, grabbing his cane and his phone, while you paced the room, breathing through the contractions. Despite the urgency of the situation, he couldn’t resist throwing in a sarcastic remark with a small smirk.

“You couldn’t wait until a more reasonable hour?” he muttered, pulling on his jeans.

“Greg,” Your said, your tone sharp, “if you don’t get moving, I will have these babies right here.” You yelled tossing a pillow him.

“Alright, alright,” he said, smirking as he helped you to the car. “Bossy.” He chuckled batting the pillow away.

The drive to the hospital had been a blur of you gripping his hand tightly and House making sarcastic comments to distract you from the pain. By the time they arrived, the nurses quickly whisked you into a room, and House found himself pacing the hallway as they prepped you.

When he finally joined your side, you were already settled in the hospital bed, you face drained of color but determined. “What took you so long,” you said, your voice shaky but teasing. "Owe...I'm sorry that was mean."

“You're good sweet heart, you are the one who is pushing out two kids” he replied, pulling up a chair beside you.

The next few hours were a whirlwind of contractions, monitors beeping, and nurses coming in and out. House, despite his usual bravado, found himself uncharacteristically quiet, his focus entirely on you. He held your hand through each contraction, his usual sarcasm giving way to quiet reassurances.

“You’re doing great, beautiful,” he murmured, his thumb brushing over your knuckles. “They’re almost here.”

When the moment finally came, the room filled with the buzz of activity. You gripped House’s hand tightly, your face contorted in effort and pain. He leaned close to you, his voice low and steady despite the chaos around them.

“You’ve got this,” he said, his blue eyes locked on yours. “You’re tougher than anyone in this room.”

You managed a weak laugh between breaths. “Including you?”

“Especially me,” he replied, smirking.

The first cry filled the room moments later, and House’s smirk faltered as emotion hit him like a freight train. The nurse held up a tiny baby Ethan and House stared, his usual sharp wit lost in the overwhelming awe of the moment.

“It’s a boy,” the doctor announced, placing Ethan in the small baby in your arms.

You looked down at your son, tears streaming down your face as you smiled. House leaned in, his hand resting gently on Ethan’s tiny back. “Hey, little guy,” he murmured, his voice softer than you had ever heard it.

Before they could fully process Ethan’s arrival, the doctor announced, “Baby number two is on the way.”

House turned back to you, squeezing your hand. “Round two. You ready?”

You nodded, your determination shining through the exhaustion. Minutes later, another cry filled the room, and their daughter, Emma, was born. When the nurse placed her in your arms alongside Ethan, House felt a lump form in his throat.

“They’re perfect,” you whispered, your voice filled with wonder as you looked at your two tiny babies.

House nodded, his eyes misting as he rested his forehead against yours. “They really are.”

Later, as the room quieted and the nurses left, House sat beside you, who was holding both babies in your arms. Ethan was dozing peacefully, while Emma’s little fist clutched at your hospital gown.

“You’re amazing,” House said suddenly, his voice rough with emotion.

You looked at him, surprised. “What?”

“You just did that,” he said, gesturing to the babies. “You brought them into the world. You’re incredible.”

You smiled, tears pooling in your eyes again. “You’re not so bad yourself, Greg.”

House smirked, though his gaze remained soft. “Don’t let that get out. I’ve got a reputation to maintain.”

[bloatedandalone04]

Guys My Age

➪the one where you’re bradley’s kid’s babysitter, but that doesn’t stop him from wanting you in every way.

Warnings: smut, fluff, unprotected sex, fingering, oral, swearing, multiple orgasms, squirting, hair pulling, dirty talk, dad bradley, age gap, aftercare aw, maybe a bit of a corruption kink (?), maybe size kink

Word Count: 4.1k

Do not repost this anywhere, reblogs are fine ♡

Bradley was desperate to speed up guys night so he could go back home. Not only only was his one year old son, Theo, there, but you were, too. And he wanted you. Bad. 

But you were his kid’s babysitter.

His kid’s hot, kind and sexy babysitter he had no business feeling so attracted to.

It was bad enough there was a large age gap of ten years, with you being twenty three and him being thirty three. But you were far too stunning to pass up. He was down bad for you, and he wasn’t sure how much more he could take. He could only hope you felt the same way about him, even though it was so wrong. Bradley knew it would feel so right. 

Jake and the others teased him about being so distracted all night, and Bradley finally decided he was going home and hoping he didn’t make an ass of himself in front of you. He drove home, his body on fire as he pictured you sitting in his living room, waiting for him to come home and relieve you of your duties. 

You were so good with Theo, and it only made Bradley even more attracted to you. He simply couldn’t help himself. 

He pulled into his driveway, his heart beating loudly in his ears as he pulled the keys out of the ignition. He still couldn’t believe what was happening to him. His attraction to you was so strong and intense, it kinda scared him a bit. It had been so long since he felt like this, especially since his ex-wife had left him with their newborn son for him to try and figure out how to be a parent on his own. 

Bradley hopped out of his Bronco and locked it behind him before heading towards the front door and entering his house. It was quiet, so you were probably up in Theo’s room with him. He threw his keys onto the counter before making his way upstairs and down the hall. 

When he reached his son’s room, he poked his head inside and sure enough, you were standing over Theo’s crib, watching him sleep. Bradley leaned against the doorframe, crossing his arms over his chest as he watched the sweet interaction of you leaning down to kiss Theo’s head. 

Seeing you be so gentle with Theo made Bradley’s cock twitch in his jeans, your sweetness sending waves of desire through his body. He had to bite down on his lip to stop the groan from coming out, because he refused to have you quit on him because you caught him watching you like a perv. 

Bradley cleared his throat, announcing his return to you. “Hey,” he greeted, trying to sound casual but failing miserably. You turned to face him quickly, and the surprised smile you gave him told him he’d caught you off guard. 

“Hi, Mr. Bradshaw,” you greeted back and he refrained from groaning again at that name. He loved when you called him that, but he craved to hear you call him by his first name, too. “You’re back.”

“Yeah, I just got back,” he replied, giving you a forced smile. “How was your night with Theo?”

Your smile grew as you looked down at his boy, “Oh, it was great. Theo is the sweetest baby ever,” 

Bradley hummed in agreement, knowing damn well your words were true. Theo was a sweet baby, and he had been since the second Bradley held him in that delivery room. “Um, have you eaten? I brought home pizza for dinner, and you’re more than welcome to join me,” he offered, hoping he wasn’t coming off as desperate, but also not caring if he did.

A blush took over your face as you looked over at him again. “Pizza sounds great. I haven’t eaten anything since I was planning on grabbing something on my way home,” you answered and Bradley grinned.

“Great,” he said and stepped aside, gesturing for you to lead the way. As he followed you into the kitchen, he was powerless to stop his eyes from taking in the curve of your hips and the way you walked. He had no idea why he found you so fucking intoxicating, but here he was. 

By the time he leaned against the counter next to the table, he was painfully hard and only a little ashamed of it. “So, um, how was guys night?” You asked as you hovered near the table, your eyes flickering towards the pizza box before looking back at him. 

Bradley ran his hand through his hair and cleared his throat. “Guys night was fine,” he responded. “But kind of boring. I gotta say, coming home to see you with my kid was probably the highlight of my night.”

Fuck, he really did not mean to say that out loud, but he did and now he can’t take it back. And now you’re blushing again and breaking eye contact with him. “Oh, um,” you trail off, dragging your finger along the edge of the pizza box. “That’s really nice. Thank you, Bradley- I mean, Mr. Bradshaw. I’m sorry.”

Well, fuck, he wants to hear you say his first name even more now. Bradley straightened up a bit and smiled at you. “Please, call me Bradley,”

When you looked back over at him, he knew something had changed. Something had shifted, he could tell by the way you bit your lip and looked at him with hooded, dark eyes he’d never seen before. 

Could you actually feel the same way about him? God, he hoped so, because he was about three seconds away from risking it all. 

He stepped towards you, hesitating for a brief second before he lifted his hand and placed it on your waist, and when you willingly turned to face him, he pulled you a bit closer. “I know this may sound inappropriate,” he started and reveled in the way your gaze flickered down to his lips. “But, God, Y/n…do you have any fucking idea what you do to me? Any idea about what I want to do to you?”

Your eyes widened a bit as you pressed your lips together and out of the corner of his eye, he could see the way your thighs pressed together, too. 

Bradley reached up with his free hand and gripped your jaw, his thumb pulling at your bottom lip. “Tell me it’s not just me feeling this,” he rasped. “Tell me you feel it, too.”

The sound of your breath hitching and the sight of your eyes closing a bit was all the confirmation he needed. Well, that and the way you leaned up towards him with hunger in your eyes. 

“Fuck it,” he grunted before closing the distance between you and capturing your lips in a deep, demanding kiss. His tongue pushed past your lips and delved into your mouth, his hand moving to cradle the back of your neck as he angled your head. His other hand tightly gripped your hip and pulled you forward until there was no space left between the two of you. 

He kissed you possessively, needily, and you returned it with nearly everything he gave, and it was everything he wanted. Maybe more. 

You gasped against his lips and he groaned when he felt your fingers tangle in his hair. He could feel goosebumps form on your skin when he slid his hand under your shirt and placed it firmly on your lower back. “I’ve wanted this for so fucking long,” he confessed against your mouth before going back in. He pulled you impossibly closer with both hands on your back, his cock throbbing painfully in his jeans as he allowed him to taste you in the way he thought he never could. 

A soft moan left your lips as you tugged on his hair and leaned back against the table, pulling him along with you. “I’ve wanted this, too,” you whispered before kissing him again. “Is this…this is…okay? I mean, I’m your son’s babysitter, I…”

Bradley pulled back, his chest heaving a bit as he kissed the side of your head. Really, was any of this actually wrong? It definitely didn’t feel like it, and you both clearly wanted it. So was it really wrong? “We’re two consenting adults, Y/n. There’s nothing wrong with this,” he finally allowed himself to admit. “Besides, you’re not just Theo’s babysitter. You’re smart, funny, gorgeous, and you make me feel things I haven’t felt in years.”

His hands slid down to the curve of your back, and his fingertips gently dug into the firm skin of your ass before he pressed his forehead against yours. 

“This isn’t just a fling for me,” he whispered as he brushed his lips against yours. “This means something more. Tell me you feel it, too.”

“I do,” you answer instantly. “Of course I do. I think you’re so attractive, but also kind and mature and everything I want.”

Bradley grinned, feeling his body heat up as he pushed himself closer to you. He was sure you could feel his boner by now, but there was no going back now. He was all in. “From now on, there’s no Mr. Bradshaw, okay? Just Bradley,” he whispered as he kissed along your jaw. 

“Okay,” you mumble with wide eyes and wet lips. “Bradley.”

He smirked, “Good girl,” then leaned back down to kiss you deeply again. His hand moved further down to squeeze your ass while his other moved up to grope your chest through the thin material of your tank top. You tasted so good, he was sure he would never get enough. 

“Oh, my God,” you whimpered, grabbing the sides of his neck as you leaned further back against the table, right next to the pizza you both had forgotten about. “You don’t know how hot you are when you call me that.”

Your body fit perfectly against his as he towered over you, his lips unrelenting as he kissed you. It felt like you belonged here, against him. “Good to know,” he grunted as he trailed kisses down your throat and pulled up your shirt until your lower stomach was exposed. “I want to hear every sound that leaves those pretty lips of yours. Every single one. Is that going to happen tonight, babygirl?”

You whimpered again when his fingers brushed against the underside of your bra. “What do you want to do to me?” You asked, breathless as you gripped his biceps. 

Bradley smiled down at you before pressing a much softer kiss to your lips. “That depends on you, sweetheart,” he began, pushing down one strap of your tank top. “First, I’m going to take these clothes off you and explore every inch of your sweet body with my mouth.”

Your quiet moans were probably the best thing he had ever heard in his life, and he continued, 

“I want to taste every part of you, and then I’m going to fuck you until you can’t even remember your own name,” he promised, pulling down your bra strap as well until you were nearly exposed. “How does that sound to you? Do you want that?”

“I want that,” you whined, nodding quickly. “God, I want that, Bradley. I’ve been wanting that for months now.”

“Months, huh?” He echoed. “Jesus Christ, why didn’t you say something sooner?”

You groaned and lifted your arms when he began to pull up your shirt, and you gave him a look once he let the fabric fall to the floor of his kitchen. “Why didn’t you?”

“Fair point,” he muttered, his hands gently pulling your bra off as well, leaving your top half completely bare. He bit his lip and ran his thumbs along the undersides of your breasts, leaning in to whisper next to your ear, “We can take our time then. No rushing this first time.”

You whimpered quietly, tugging on his hair. “First time?”

Bradley hummed against the skin of your shoulder. “Yeah, first time. One of many,” his hands came up to caress your face, his thumbs stroking your cheeks. “I meant what I said, babygirl. This isn’t some fling for me. I want you, all of you, if you’ll have me.”

Your fingers grab hold of his jaw as you nod. “Yes. Yes, Bradley. I want that, all of that, too,”

At your words, Bradley lets out a sigh of relief. He knew he wasn’t alone in this. He knew, at least a small part of him knew, that you were into him, too. 

He grabbed your hips and bucked against you, a small jolt of relief taking over his body, but it wasn’t enough. “Then let’s make it official,” he mumbled, stepping away from you and pulling off his shirt. He unzips his jeans to feel a bit more relief, and when he looked back at you, your lips were parted and your eyes were wide. “Like what you see, sweetheart?” 

At your quick nod, he moves closer again and leans down to take one of your nipples into his mouth. He gave it a gentle tug before soothing the sting with his tongue as his hand trails down your body. “Oh, my God,” you whispered, tipping your head back as you moved your hands to his hair again. “Are we really doing this?”

“We are,” he confirmed, releasing your nipple and looking down at you before dropping to his knees. His hands pulled down your jeans, and his eyes darkened at the pretty lace that covered your core from his greedy eyes. “These are cute, but they need to go.”

His fingers rubbed you through the material before he tugged it down and helped you kick them off to the side. Then you were completely bare to him, and you looked even more stunning than he imagined. Than he dreamed of. 

“God, you’re hot,” you moaned, trailing your fingers through his hair.

Bradley laughed. “Flattery will get you everywhere with me, sweetheart,” he mumbled as he stood back up and gripped the backs of your thighs, lifting you up and setting you down on the table. He nudged your thighs apart and guided your feet to rest flat against the service, giving him the perfect view of your soaked pussy. “Goddamn, baby.”

His breathing was uneven as he sank back down to his knees and gripped your thighs. “Bradley,” you whimpered, making him glance up and meet your gaze. “What are you going to do to me?”

“I’m gonna worship this pretty little pussy in the way it deserves,” he answered, leaning in to lick a stripe up your slick folds and moaning the taste he’s been craving for so long. “All night long, if you let me.”

Then he was going back in for a deeper taste, his tongue separating your slit  as his hands spread your thighs wider. Your sweet moans spurred him on, and he sucked on your clit as two of his fingers dipped inside your tight heat. 

“So fucking tight and wet for me,” he groaned, licking up your folds again. “I could devour you for hours, babygirl.”

“Fuck,” you cried out, gripping the edges of the table as you tip your head back. “Bradley.”

Hearing you moan his name had him grunting, and he throbbed in his jeans. This was getting to be too much, but he wasn’t about to stop now. He didn’t think he could physically pull away from your pussy if he tried. 

Loud, lewd slurping sounds filled the kitchen as he stayed true to his words and devoured you in the way you deserved, and your whimpers and gasps mixed in perfectly with the sounds his own mouth was making. “You’re so fucking responsive,” he rasped, blowing a cool puff of hair across your clit and making your body shudder. “How good am I making you feel, baby?”

“Fuck, so good,” you answered, pulling harshly on his hair. “Don’t stop. Don’t stop, please please please.”

Bradley fucked his fingers faster inside you, making sure to curl them against your tight walls. “I’m not stopping,” he swore, pressing his mouth to your clit. “I want you to cum all over my face.”

A soft cry left your lips as you ground your body against his face until you were coming. “Fuck! Oh, my God! Bradley!”

His eyes were fixated on your face as you writhed against him, and he wanted to drag this out for as long as he possibly could. He curled his fingers with each thrust of his hand, stroking that sweet spot deep inside you as his thumb rubbed your clit with no mercy. “Come on, baby, give me one more,” he fake begged. “I know you have another one in you.”

He went back to sucking on your clit and pistoning his fingers inside you, and he felt the way you tightened around him even more. 

Then you were squirting on his face. 

“Fuck,” you practically sobbed as you soaked his face. Your thighs were shaking violently now, your pussy clamped around his dripping finger as he pulled back with wide, dark eyes. 

While he knew he could make you cum again, he was completely unprepared for the river that flooded his mouth and chin. He was fucking covered in you, and he literally almost came right then and there. “Fuck yeah,” he grunted breathlessly as he pulled his fingers out of you and stood up. He cleaned you from his fingers, then his palm, as he moved to position himself between your still trembling thighs, all while keeping eye contact with you. “Holy shit, baby.”

He kissed you deeply, moaning at the way your tongue licked all over his mouth and tasted yourself on his lips. When he pulled away, he looked down at your wet thighs, and the small puddle that had pooled under you on the table that was beginning to drip onto the tiled floor. “That was the hottest fucking thing I have ever seen,” he grunted. “You almost made me cum from that.”

Your laugh made him grin as you finally regained control over your breathing. “Fuck, I’ve never done that before,”

Bradley groaned loudly, licking his lips and closing his eyes at the taste of you that still lingered on them. He pushed his jeans and boxers down, his eyes ten shades darker as he looked at you. “I need to be inside you. Right now before I lose what’s left of my mind,” he murmured, giving his cock a few much-needed strokes. “Please, can I fuck you, baby?”

Your gaze was locked on his cock as you nodded. “Yes…yes, fuck me, Bradley,” you said quietly as you grabbed hold of the edge of the table. “Right here.”

He couldn’t ignore the way your mouth practically watered at the sight of him, and his ego grew even more. He knew he was big, but you made him feel like he had the biggest dick in the world. He was definitely the biggest you had ever seen, he could tell that from the look you were giving him now, and he felt a sense of pride wash over him. 

Bradley gripped his base and your thigh as he guided his tip to your sopping entrance, and then he pushed inside with one swift movement. You moaned loudly, wrapping your arms around his shoulders as he felt your walls encase him perfectly. 

He couldn’t wait anymore, not when he felt like he was two seconds away from coming. 

Bradley gripped your hips and set a brutal pace, fucking you hard and fast as you whimpered and clawed at the skin on his neck. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room as he fucked into you ruthlessly, the table creaking under each thrust. “Yeah, baby, take it all,” he grunted, looking down to watch the way his cock came out wetter and wetter each time he buried it inside you. “This is what you needed, isn’t it, sweetheart? You needed this tight pussy to be stretched open and fucked by a real man, huh?”

You nodded, then let out a loud cry as he began rubbing your puffy clit, and then you were coming around him. “Oh, fuck. Fuck!” You moaned, your eyes squeezed shut as your body trembled in his arms. 

“That’s it, baby,” he cooed, his own body begging for release, but he held back as best as he could. His pelvis slammed against yours as he didn’t let up his pace, and your head tipped back as you let him continue to fuck you. “More, babygirl. I want to feel you cum for me again.”

You whine, wrapping your legs around his waist and pressing your heels against his back. “Fuck, Bradley. Don’t stop fucking me. You feel too good to stop…keep going,”

Yeah, you were pretty much perfect. 

Bradley grunted as he watched your tits bounce with each thrust he gave, and he had to tighten his holds on your thighs as he felt his whole body tense up. He didn’t want to cum yet. You felt too good, too. He never wanted this to end. “You’re mine,” he muttered, his cock throbbing inside you as he leaned down to press a hard kiss to your mouth. “All mine, baby.”

He reached down and pulled your thigh higher on his hip, the new angle allowing him to hit even deeper inside you. 

“You like that?”

“Fuck yes,” you moaned, your eyes rolling back as you clung to his biceps. “Your cock is fucking huge, Bradley. Feels so fucking good.” 

The filthy words pouring from your mouth only turned him on even more, because you were his son’s sweet babysitter. There was something incredibly arousing to hear such dirty words spill from your seemingly innocent lips, especially since less than half an hour ago, you were his quiet and shy babysitter. 

“Fucking hell. You’re so wet for me, baby, and you’ve got such a dirty fucking mouth,” he growled, feeling the way your pussy clenched around him. “Yeah, squeeze my dick just like that…just like that.”

When you came for a fourth time, he couldn’t hold back any more. Your hands were a bit frantic as you touched every part of him, trying to stable yourself as he fucked you through your high until he reached his own. With a loud groan, he buried himself deep inside you before coming hard. 

His cum filled you up, his thrusts slowing down to weak bucks of his hips as his head fell onto your shoulder. Both your bodies were covered in sweat, and you both were panting. “I think I might have broken you,” he teased softly, peppering kisses along your salty skin as he slowly pulled out of you. “But don’t worry, babygirl. I’m gonna take care of you now.” 

A soft whimper left your lips as you looked down to see his cum dripping out of you. “Bradley…that…that was…” 

You were still shaking and he didn’t blame you. If he came four fucking times in less than half an hour, he’d be on the floor right now. “It was amazing,” he finished for you, leaning down to press a soft kiss to your mouth. “I’ve never had sex like that before in my entire life.”

He gathered up your trembling body into his arms and carried you into his bathroom and set you down onto the bathroom counter as he got the shower ready. Once it was at a good temperature, he lifted you up again and stepped under the water with you. 

“Let me take care of you,” he whispered, waiting until he knew you could hold yourself up before he began washing your mixed cum away from the insides of your thighs. 

It was as if you couldn’t be away from him right now, as when he stood back up, you forced yourself into his arms again and clung to his chest. 

As the water poured down onto the both of you, Bradley kissed the top of your head and held you close. “That wasn’t just sex,” he murmured, running his fingers through your wet hair as he recalled his words from a few minutes ago. “It was something special. You’re more than just the girl who looks after my kid a couple times a week, babygirl. You’re someone very important to Theo and I.”

You blushed at his words and desperately kissed him back when he leaned down to press his lips to yours. “I am?”

Bradley caressed your face, his thumbs tugging on your kiss swollen lips. “You are,” he answered. “From the second I saw you, I knew there was something different about you. You brought light back into my life and you’re so perfect with Theo. And I intend to keep you right here with me, if you’ll let me.”

You pressed your lips together and wrapped your arms around his shoulders. “That wasn’t just sex for me, either,” you say against his mouth. “That was one of the best experiences of my life. From the start…til right now.”

Bradley grinned down at you before kissing you again. “You’re mine,” he repeated his words he said back in the kitchen. 

And the smile you gave him told him all he needed to know, and he leaned back in to kiss you again, and continued to until the water turned cold.

[the-dumpster-fire-of-life]

hello could you write a fic for miles42 having an airhead gf like shes his opposite (kind, always smiling, extroverted but shes a bit blunt) !! for the fic u can do wtv u want tbh !! but if u dont have any inspiration u could do something about her meeting miles42’s mom nd uncle or, him taking his gf on a date or wtv u want bc idk if my ideas are good lmaoo

(Hello! Sure I can and here ya go! Enjoy!)

Earth 42!Miles Morales x Opposite!Reader

It's so funny how you guys even ended up getting together

You both obviously clash but oddly work out well together

Even Miles was surprised he ended up with you

"Blink twice if he kidnapped you, kid."

Words of Uncle Aaron the first time he met you

When Uncle Aaron and his mother met you, they probably thought he was gonna be with someone who matched him, probably Emo or at least similar to him

And to their surprise, and his mother's joy

You walked into the door!

His mother thinks your good for Miles, she sees you're able to get him to smile more, he's happier and she sometimes sees specks of Miles before his dad died come back

Even if Miles is surprised at himself he really does love you

He needs someone like you in his life

Walking down the street hand in hand people would never think that you guys were together

Even in photos, you're smiling, it always seems like he has a permanent frown on his face until out come along

It always looks like two completely different photos, but no

He warns you about being kind to everyone though, as he noticed is a habit of yours

Brooklyn isn't safe, everyone knows that and you could get hurt because you're too kind

You're kinda an airhead also

You once followed a man into his house because he said he had cats and she had kittens

Don't worry, the man was a kind and older man but the principle still stands

Miles noticed you're sorta an airhead, not a bad thing but something he looks out for you for

But he truly does love how much you care for him, his mom and even Uncle Aaron

When you guys first met he was a little suspicious

Just because he wasn't used to that in Brooklyn anymore

You were also incredibly blunt

He found it funny at first when it was at other people

He gets kinda frozen and can't help but sigh when it's directed at him

He thought Uncle Aaron would not like you when he brought you home

Not him mom

But you did great!

He didn't even need to warn you about calling his mom by her first name

He's gotta get used to you being so extroverted

Especially because now he is more closed off and likes to keep to himself more

Especially being the Prowler

But when you want to do anything and everything, social and make friends

He's the one looking over your shoulder and directing you away from assholes

He loves you, but he doesn't want you being hurt

You got them scary boyfriend privileges

I think you guys make a great pair

Miles was initially hesitant to introduce you to his mom and Uncle Aaron, but you wore him down.

So that's how he stood in the hallway of his own apartment like the guest, as his mother already liked you.

Plus, you didn't call her by her first name.

"Aye, you're so pretty, Mija." Miles' mother smiled at you, getting a genuine one back as she stood next to you, glancing at Miles.

"Oh, ¿cómo te las arreglaste?" Mrs. Morales started, her son blushed as he stood behind you, watching his mom practically flaunt around you.

"Mom!" Miles complained, Mrs. Morales waving him off with an eye roll.

"How did you meet my son of all people, hon?" Mrs. Morales asked, guiding you to the kitchen as you followed behind her, laughing under your breath.

"Well, I was walking to Mr. Gonzalez's bakery, and I was in line but I looked outside," you started, Miles freezing in embarrassment at the upcoming story as Uncle Aaron laughed.

"I saw Miles standing there in the window, but he was just staring at me?" You said, a confused tone in your voice as Miles could hear his mom chuckle.

"Anyway, I smiled at him and he sorta jumped. He…sorta smiled back? It was a little loopy but then he turned away real quick, but he tripped."

"Oh, man…" Uncle Aaron laughed, wrapping an arm around his nephew's shoulder as Miles looked down, blushing thankfully hidden as he hid his face in his shirt.

"He fell sorta hard so I went outside to help him, and yeah!" You smiled, Miles shaking his head as Uncle Aaron elbowed him.

"Stop…" Miles muttered, turning around to head to the kitchen as Uncle Aaron couldn't keep in his laugh any more.

Hey, you said it how it was.

Miles may complain about it, but seeing how you were sitting on the counter talking to his mom with a smile on his face, he couldn't complain about it much.

[rumisgf]

U totally can ignore this BTW but....

Thinking of kirishima with seeing a single mother y/n, like....tell me he won't bring toys for ur kid and flowers for you everytime he sees u

no bc juno you’re literally so right

kirishima with single mother!reader, someone who has a son she loves dearly, but she wishes that his birth father would stick around. taking care of a two year old isn’t easy, especially when you’re still a young adult in your 20’s.

kirishima with a single mother!reader who when first finding out— despite his friends’ own opinions, was nothing less than understanding. in fact, he was excited to meet your son.

kirishima with a single mother!reader who brought flowers for you when he came to your apartment, and didn’t fail to catch your son glance at him from the living room. he waved at him with a smile, and the boy shyly waved back.

kirishima with a single mother!reader who brought your son a happy meal, to your surprise. despite your protests of ‘oh you didn’t have to’ your son, on the other hand, ran over and happily accepted his food. he smiled when eijirou said “here you go little man!”

kirishima with a single mother!reader who became even more polite since then. he brings you flowers pretty much every time he sees you, holds your hand down the stairs, pays for all your hair, nail, or lash appointments, and flings himself to open every door for you. you can’t help but notice your son’s new fondness of your now boyfriend.

kirishima with a single mother!reader who on your son’s birthday, he payed for his cake and bought him not only a nintendo switch— but a new puppy. sure, he was spoiling the hell out of your son. but, he was utterly in love with you. who was he to not help you take care of your son, especially if he would soon become his own once he finally marries you?

kirishima with a single mother!reader who takes you and your son to disneyland, where during the fireworks: he finally proposes— something he’s wanted to do since he first knew he was in love with you. you accept the ring with tear filled eyes, and the two of you share a sweet kiss. then, he kneels down to your excited son and lifts him into the air. as he asks “you excited to have a new papa, little man?” your son excited exclaims “yeah! yeah!”

kirishima with a single mother!reader who has you pregnant by the time you get married, giving your son a new father and a new baby sister. you could never be so lucky to find such a great man, all your family and friends adore him— and his own friends ended up adoring you. you both were the sweetest, healthiest couple they’ve ever seen.

[lilia-calderus-pet-goat]

Found-Family headcanons for a³'s coven of chaos, part 4: (because they all deserved more time with each other)

(warning: drinking)

(part 3, here) - (part 2, here) - (part 1, here)

Everyone loves to give Señor Scratchy treats, even when Agatha insists they shouldn't.

Señor Scratchy especially loves Billy, Lilia and Sharon. He does likes to cuddle everyone, though. Except Jen, who he's always trying to bite, (???) because he wouldn't be Agatha's familiar if he didn't.

One day Jen jokes that she will turn him into a purse if he rages against her again—and everyone defensively yells at her at the same time. “Okay! Okay! Jeez! I was joking!”

Sharon cuts fruit for everyone every time they hang out together and forces them to eat it before doing anything else.

Jen usually pays for everything. It's the price of her constantly bragging about her, “real job.”

Agatha always teases her about it. One time, Lilia felt bad—and so she “went to the bathroom” and payed for everyone herself.

Billy himself got his first bad alcohol experience at age seventeen at his first big teen party, which Eddie took him to.

He got very fucking wasted very quickly because turns out he's not great at holding his alcohol. So—he begged Eddie not to call his parents, because, “they've bEeN through enOUGH I'M A HORRIBLE SON AND NOT EVEN reALLY THeirS--”

So, Eddie sighed and called Agatha to get him instead. And yes, your girl did drive ALL the way to Eastview—and spent the whole night sleepless, sobering him up to save him from the hungover. She was just glaring at Rio all night long, telling her to go make coffee and no funny business, while holding his head over the toilet. She was surprisingly gentle and comforting during the experience—because she does have her moments—like when Lilia had her traumatic hallucination in Jen's trial and Agatha gently went, “okay” instead of mocking her. That's the vibe.

BUT he still got the scolding of his life the next day. The whole neighbourhood heard Agatha yelling.

During the argument Agatha yelled that, “I'm not your mother!” and he shot back, “I know that, do YOU know that??” Which caused her to avoid him for a few days.

Later, Rio told him how much it actually affected her and why—and Billy felt really bad about it. On mother's day, he gave Agatha a gift basket of stuff he made himself, (with his bio-mom's help.) Agatha said it was tacky and unnecessary—but she actually teared up a bit. She opened the window and yelled at Wanda's abandoned lot to make an insensitive joke about how, “suck it, Wanda, you rank last in the mom list—” as to not show too much vulnerability. But Billy is used to her by now—and he knows that she appreciated it.

Alice always feels sad on mother's day. She visits her mother's grave site and tells her how bad her life is. This year, Billy went with her. And for the first time, Alice only had good things to tell her. About how she broke the curse—and she can finally do something with her life now. About how she got a new job, and a coven.

Also, to cope, Alice got a gift for Lilia and one for Sharon. They may not be her actual mothers—but she appreciates them both endlessly and their support means the world to her. She got them both protective crystals.

You know who ELSE got Sharon a gift??

Well, Sharon doesn't either. She just received an anonymous bouquet of Azaleas and she had no idea who sent it to her.

It was Agatha, but she'd die before admitting it. She's the last person you'd suspect, since she still calls her Mrs. Hart despite how triggering it is, or pretends she doesn't remember her existence at all. In reality, she's grown fond of the Westview residents despite her best efforts not to. She doesn't particularly respect them and she does view them as “lesser,” but she doesn't wish them harm. They did take care of her for three years—and the Agnes role does have bits and pieces of Agatha in it.

Billy finds out through Rio and accidentally tells Alice. Alice tells Jen, Jen tells Lilia, (because she's not about to hide Agatha's embarrassing secret.) and Lilia tells Sharon.

Sharon is surprised but also extremely moved, considering she doesn't have any living family. She wants to thank Agatha, so she gets the idea to throw her a surprise party. (Since she herself hasn't been to a party since Mr. Davis passed away and she really wants to attend one!!)

She gets help from the coven but also invites all the main Westview residents that we know and love. Rio proposes the idea of writing, 'Agnes of Westview' on the cake, to get back at Agatha for always calling them by their Wanda-branded names. Sharon doesn't want to, but everyone else finds it hilarious, so they do it.

Agatha pretends to be extremely annoyed.

She isn't. She just never expected this to happen to her. For people to want to be there—and to see her as someone at least capable of good—someone who deserves a second chance.

They eat and drink together, having a blast. Billy isn't allowed to drink, but Agatha sneaks him a glass. Just ONE glass. You know, to teach him responsibility, as if she's the queen of it. “It's about knowing when to stop, teen.” “oh is it? tell us more”

Sharon is the opposite of a light-weight. She chugs down those shots like they're nothing—and if you ask her, she'll dismissively wave and say she's “lived a life.” Still, she doesn't seem to know her limits, and she gets carried away. At least she prepared some bomb ass charcuterie for everyone!!

Jen is a classy drinker, picky with her alcohol. She knows her limits and always drinks just enough to “make the company tolerable,” since, “no sane person could ever find you idiots amusing without a few shots.”

Lilia becomes incredibly talkative when she drinks and she loses whatever filter she may have otherwise had. Not to say that usually she has too much of a filter, but drunk, she literally becomes Patti Lupone. Jen finds it endearing and listens intently, Alice finds it sort of amusing but also a bit shocking, Rio matches her freak and Agatha just finds it fucking terrifying.

You'd expect Rio to be wilding, but she already does that sober. No, instead, she becomes very clingy and very affectionate—just whipped over Agatha. And she's kind of a light-weight too, which surprises everyone at first. It's because her real form is literally skeletal and her human form is probably maintained magically—so there's less actual real body mass to dilute the alcohol. So, death can tear through the fabric of reality, but metabolising alcohol is just too difficult.

Alice can hold her alcohol very well. She was once the definition of a teenage dirtbag, so she has experience in the field. Now she's pretty sensible. She's also the most clear-headed, even when she's drunk enough to stumble around.

Agatha herself is a slow drinker because she wants to make fun of everyone else for being less sober than her. She's developed a fair bit of tolerance over the years, but when it finally hits it really hits.

During a particularly rough case of drunkenness her and Jen sung karaoke together. Not during Agatha's party, though. Neither of them can quite recall the incident, or so they claim. Unfortunately for them, Alice recorded the whole thing. Rio made it her ringtone, as did Lilia.

Jen forces Lilia to get a skin-care routine. “Doll, I actively choose to look like this because I don't have the time or energy to maintain a youthful appearance. What makes you think I'll spend money on these products that capitaliSe in womeN's InsEcuriTiEs—I'm a divination fraud, you're a beauty guru fraud, we're both senior citizens, I don't care for this—”

And Jen is like, “okay ouch but nO this is nOt what I've been selling. This is new. We're not talking about just a luxury—the skin is the largest organ of the body and is exposed to various environmental stressors like pollution, UV rays, and temperature changes, as well as internal factors like stress and diet. I'm giFting these products to you I mAde them in a cAuLdron.”

Lilia is so flabbergasted by the clarity of Jen's explanation that she agrees. However, she constantly forgets to actually apply it.

Fortunately, Jen never forgets. And Lilia is probably the only person that Jen tolerates to constantly give reminders to.

[lilozzzyo]

Fluff Jack Mercer x F!Reader

Summary: Your nephew is visiting, and wants to play street hockey by the Mercer house. You were quite close with Ms. Mercer but had somehow never met her sons. Or least one in particular, who just happens to be great at hockey and very willing to teach it to your nephew. Especially if it means getting closer to you.

Warnings: MDNI, I don't own this man (but I guess I wasn't meant to be happy), Jack Mercer is alive because I refuse to accept his death, Jack is visiting Ms. Mercer when you come over, Female Reader has a teenage nephew that plays street hockey, a short fluffy little fic

It was Christmas time, and your nephew was spending time at your house during his winter break. After numerous attempts you finally agree to take him to the annual pick up street hockey game over by Ms. Mercer's house.

Upon arriving to the game you let your nephew run off to join in as you turn to see Ms. Mercer sitting on her porch. You smile before walking up to greet her, "Shouldn't you be inside? It's freezing out here" you move to help her inside. "I am fine out here, besides someone has to referee and keep these kids honest" she smirks back at you making you laugh. "At least let me get you something warm to drink so you don't catch a cold" you tell her before going inside to make her a cup of tea, as she simply waves her hand towards you.

You were always doing this doting on her, Ms. Mercer was always so kind to you especially when you first moved to the neighborhood. She basically took you under her wing and became like a mother to you.

You sat down next to Ms. Mercer on her porch as you watched the kids play street hockey as the two of you enjoyed your tea. You're trying to hold back your giggling as your nephew slips on his skates causing him to send the puck flying towards the house. You and Ms. Mercer laugh until you hear a deep gravely voice come from behind you, "What's going on out here?" You turn and look up to see a man, a young man walking onto the porch investigate the noise.

"Calm down Jack, it's just the kids playing around- Oh this is my neighbor, I don't think you two have met" she responds waving him off. He rolls his eyes and looks down at you, shamelessly eyeing your figure before smiling approvingly. He is tall, blonde hair that he has coiffed in a messy punk way, wearing a leather jacket and a James Dean- devil-may-care way about him right from the jump. He was handsome, very handsome, with a boyish charm but with a voice that made your knees weak. But love and or lust was not what you were focused on right now. You give him a half- hearted smile before turning back to the game, keeping a close eye on your nephew. "So which one is yours?" Jack asks you making you laugh "my nephew is the one in the green that is barely keeping himself up right, I suppose I'm to blame though I am a terrible skater" your joke making him laugh.

"I could teach him how to skate, I-" he offers before you but him off, "Oh no I couldn't ask you to do tha-" you smile shaking your head not wanting to inconvenience him before Ms. Mercer interrupted you both. "Let him teach the boy to skate, who knows maybe you will also finally learn as well, now if you two will excuse me I am going to get more tea" she said as she got up leaving you and Jack alone to watch the kids.

The next day you went over to the Mercer house with your nephew, barely knocking on the door when Jack almost rips it open to smile at you both. "Hi, I hope we aren't too early" you say keeping your nephew close as you both hold your skates. "Not at all, come on lets get started" he responds ushering you and your nephew into the street to practice as he grabs his skates.

He has your nephew practicing going around some cones while you sit on the porch and watch, "Aren't you gonna try?" he asks skating towards you, making you laugh out loud. "I don't know, I have managed this far without skating so I think maybe I should sit this one out," he smirks before cocking an eyebrow at you making you sigh and roll your eyes before putting on your own skates.

He helps you onto the street, holding your hand as you shakily move, putting most of your weight on him, making him chuckle. "Hey don't laugh, this was your ide- ahh" you trip falling into his arms. "If you wanted to get closer to me all you had to do was ask" he says wiggling his eyebrows, and holding your waist. "Am not," you giggle nervously trying to hide the warming of your cheeks as you try to push off his surprisingly sturdy chest. "If you two are done falling in love, can someone help me do this spin?" your nephew interrupts. And that's how it starts, from that moment you started spending more time at the Mercer house with your nephew. Usually Jack would split his time between helping your nephew practice outside and flirting with you.

You were standing in the kitchen helping Ms. Mercer cook dinner when Jack came up behind you, putting his chin on your shoulder and dipping his finger into the apple filling you were mixing. You gently hit his hand "Oh no you don't mister" you tell him before he quickly wraps his arms around you trying to lick his finger. You grab his hand trying to pull it away from his lips before he pulls you impossibly closer winking at you making your cheeks grow hot as he licked his fingers and releasing and sultry, "Mmm, delicious." You gently slap his chest making him laugh "Get out of here" you chuckle before your nephew runs in after Jack. "Hey man come on I need you watch this and tell me if it looks right?" you smile as he drags Jack away explaining the move he is trying to practice before going back home to your sister and your brother in law. Ms. Mercer was kind enough to help you cook a going home dinner for him. The dinner was filled with laughter and smiles as you all ate. You tried to enjoy the night even though you were going to miss your nephew, since your older sister was on her way to pick him up.

It's after dinner when you and Jack are sitting on the couch watching TV as your nephew is wrapping his hockey stick next to his duffle bag, and Ms. Mercer is knitting. Jack has his arm wrapped around you, and you put your head on his shoulder as he rubs up and down your arm, when you hear a knock at the door. You begrudgingly stand to open the door as your older sister practically bursts through the door to hug you, "Hey! How was he? How are you? Why aren't you home? Oh hi everyone!" your sisters energy was always on level 10 especially after not seeing her for a couple weeks. You smile, "Everything is fine, relax, and this is Ms. Mercer and her son Jack, everyone this is my very energetic older sister" you can't help but smile when you look at him. Your sister smiles seeing the look and waves at everyone. "Are you hungry we have extra food?" you ask before she shakes her head "No no it's fine, we have to catch our flight" she says as your nephew stands,

You smile at him, not even needing to look down as you somehow just now realize how tall he is. "Alright bud, it's been fun, you tell me how tryouts go when you get back home, okay?" Jack tells him before giving him a quick hug, as your nephew nods excitedly. Ms. Mercer stands and gives him a hug as well "It was so lovely meeting you, and you don't forget to come back and visit, and call you hear me?" she says with a stern voice before kissing him on the cheek as he responds "Yes ma'am." You stand by your sister before your nephew walks to you and says "thank you for letting me visit auntie, I had a blast!" he says giving you a bone crunching hug making you laugh. "Of course kiddo, you are more than welcome to visit anytime" you smile before giving him one final hug as he leaves with your sister.

After your nephew and your sister left Ms. Mercer went to bed. You shower and put on one of Jacks old band t-shirts, and a pair of sweatpants that he left in the bathroom for you. You walk out of the bathroom and see Jack smiling at you from the doorway of his room. You smile lightly before turning to go sleep on the couch. "Oh no you don't, come here." He says as he grabs your wrist and pulls you towards him. "I am going to couch Jack," he simply shakes his head pulling you into his room. He wraps his arms around you resting his chin on the top of your head making you giggle. "And why should I not go to the couch?" you ask as he stutters "Um I'm afraid of the dark and need you to fend off monsters." You laugh out loud, "the only monster here is you, Jack" he spins you around and looks down into your eyes and says "Maybe so, but you should be alone tonight regardless sweetheart." You roll your eyes and smile.

You get into bed with Jack as you cuddle up to him releasing a deep sigh as you sniffle quietly. He pulls you closer and starts to rub your back, "Hey baby, what's with the long face?" he asks kissing the top of your head as you respond, "Is it weird that I miss him already?" you ask look up at him making him grin. "Not at all, but it's not like he's going to another planet he's just going home, and then he will probably be back for the summer and he can tell me all about how he is killing it in hockey" you smile still feeling a bit sad "yeah I guess you're right." you say as you snuggle your head into his chest as he continues to rub your back. He starts to hum a song as he starts to gently rock you to sleep. Feeling the vibrations from his chest, his large warm gently caressing your back, your arms, and through your hair, as the deep beautiful baritone of his voice sending you drifting peacefully off to sleep.

Sorry for disappearing for like ever but life has been the death of me, hopefully you like this little drabble. Thank you all for reading and all of the support. XOXO

[curly-fry-3]

i have a request. I don't know if they are still open but here we go. Dean x reader, where reader is possessed and tries to kill the brothers, but they exorcise her. She has weak health so when the demon is out, she gets ill. Fluff after that. Love your writing!

𖦹Possessed𖦹

summary𖦹 You get possessed and Dean takes care of you

pairing𖦹 Dean Winchester x Reader

word count𖦹 1,190

notes𖦹 I hope you like this. this is my first time writing a fight scene so it might not be spectacular. also just fyi, learned this the hard way, writing someone who's possessed it HARD

also I didn't fully proofread it, I kinda skimmed it (sorry its like midnight and I have school tomorrow lol)

Holy shit. This is probably the worst you've ever felt. Being trapped in your mind with no control over your actions, demons suck. Of course you would be targeted, being close with the Winchesters always got you in trouble–damn Dean and his charming smile that lured you in. You and Dean had been together for almost a year, you two had met through Bobby when he needed help translating some ancient spell. Of course Dean hit on you like there was no tomorrow and of course you fell for him and you've been going strong ever since. You help Dean and Sam with researching and questioning people for information. Dean would die before he let you actually fight, especially because you already got sick so easily, he didn't want more strain on your body. That's how the demon had found you.

You were walking back to the motel after questioning the victim's husband. It was dark out and you had this creepy feeling, like someone was watching you. You had quicked your steps, hoping to get back to the motel–and Dean–before something could jump out at you. Unluckily for you, you were being watched by a demon, and you would never be able to outrun it. When the black smoke entered you and you were no longer in control, your body continued to head to the motel–to Dean and Sam. You tried to take control of your body, you have no idea what you would do to them but you know it wouldn't be good, but you weren't strong enough.

Soon you made it to the motel and walked through the door, strolling in like nothing was wrong. Sam was sitting at the small table near the door on his laptop and dean was laying in your shared bed reading up on some lore. When you enter Dean looks up and smiles at you in greeting “hey babe, any leads”

“Oh no nothing” the demon said, taking of your suit jacket and shoes and sitting on the bed next to dean

Dean looks at you confused “sweetheart, is something wrong”

“What, no, why” the demon responds, pretending to be just as confused

His face hardens as he gets up from the bed and stands against the nightstand, reaching for the demon blade in the top drawer behind his back. “You're not her”

Sam is listening in on the conversation and immediately goes into battle mode when he hears Dean's tone. He stands up as well and reaches for his gun on the table next to him, silently sizing you up.

When the demon realizes it's been found it drops the innocent act and you stand up facing the boys, getting ready to fight them. “Oh you're very observant, Dean, you know I thought I had about an hour till you figured me out…guess I'm not that great of an actress.” The demon says, with a sinister smile on your face. “Oh well, i'll still get to kill you two” You look over to sam. “Don't try and pull a fast one, I know you don't wanna hurt this little meatsuit.” You turn back to dean “especially you ... .you know, her first thought when I took over for her was that she didn't wanna hurt you…so sweet it makes me sick. You two are just gross.”

Dean look at you with a warning gaze “don't you dare hurt her, you son of a bitch”

The demon chuckles “oh, baby, you're gonna be the one doing all the damage” 

A look of realization flashes over Dean's face and he drops the demon blade in his hand–he would never hurt you. You pull out the knife from your belt and lunge at him. He dodges your attack, tripping you, and you end up on the floor, Your knife across the room, with him standing over you, Sam in his duffle bag getting holy water. From your position on the motel carpet you quickly kick upwards, hitting Dean in the balls. While you're getting up, Sam comes over and you punch the back of his knee, making him bend forward–losing his balance. Before you can get far, Dean has recovered from his hit and grabs you and pins you down. “Sam now!”

Sam splashes you with holy water and begins exorcizing you. If you thought being possessed sucked, being exorcized was ten times worse. By the time it was done you were so weak you couldn't home yourself up. Thankfully Dean was holding you. “Shit, baby I got you”

You look up at him weakly with tears in your eyes “I'm so sorry. I tried to take control, I really tried.”

Dean gently lays you down on the bed, giving Sam a look saying that he needs some alone time with you. He brings his attention back to you as Sam heads outside and you continue to apologize. “Sweetheart, it's not your fault” he starts taking care of you, changing you out of your FBI uniform and into your pajamas. “Don't, even for a second, think that it's your fault” He pauses after you're dressed and wipes the tears from your eyes as you're propped up on the pillows. “Are you comfortable baby? I know that was a lot for you.”

“I'm so tired, my body aches” You complain looking up at him with red rimmed eyes “I didn't wanna hurt you”

He looks at you with a reassuring smile “trust me, you didn't”

“But i kicked you in the balls” you say concerned

He grimaces at the memory,“And I handled it” Dean sits on the bd next to you and rubs your calf comfortingly, “do you need anything”

“I just want you to hold me” you answer, pulling him down into your embrace

He immediately reciprocates your hug, wrapping you in his warm comforting arms, You let out a deep breath of air in relief, your achy muscles already feeling better. When Dean gets situated next to you melt into his arms and rest your head on his chest. “Better?” He asks

“Way better” you confirm. “You always make everything better”

He softly smiles at your statement and kisses the top of your head. He rubs your back in soothing, comforting motions. “I try”

You look up at him guiltily, “I should be the one comforting you, I tried to kill you”

He shakes his head in disagreement, “that wasn't you. And besides, you're way too weak to do any comforting. That demon did more damage to you than me.”

“I still feel bad” you look away, sheepishly

Dean playfully rolls his eyes and his hand stops its movement on your back. “Dont…I love you ok…I just wanna make sure your ok”

You look back to him “I love you too”

Not needing to say anything else, you curl back up into him and his hand resumes it's comforting pattern. Sure, being close with the Winchesters made you a target to monsters across America, but Dean was always there to protect and comfort you.

You kiss Dean's chest then mutter into his shirt, “I really need to get that anti possession tattoo.”

sorry if there are any typos

love y'all

[temmtamm]

couldddd you POSSIBLY!.!!.!!! do a gravity falls yandere platonic ford which any age with a son!reader? Maybe around the age of 14 or younger. IF NOT THATS COMPLETELY FINE!

or if not that maybe a platonic yandere teen ford and stan with a younger brother?

Hii pookie!!

Friendly reminder once again, I do not do gender specific asks/headcanons!! Check my Gravity Falls ‘Asks Open’ post if anyone has any confusion on what I will/wont do!

As for a parental Ford…let’s see..

Well, at least in my opinion, Ford probably wouldn’t take that care of a child. He can barely take care of himself, let alone a kid.

But, if we are talking after the portal and everything, then I think that might be different.

Once again, Ford doesn’t have much of any parental bones in his body, but he does display more care and affection for the twins than I think he would’ve before the portal. I feel like he had matured and grown a lot through all the dimensions he had been in, and was able to recognize how poorly he was raised.

So, let’s say your home life wasn’t as great either, whether it be something as simple as your father being emotionally constipated, or your family just fights more than ‘normal’ ones, Ford WILL draw parallels to your home and his.

And Ford, after all he has learned, doesn’t want another person to wind up like him; craving validation and praise from others, to the point where he—I mean, you, seek it out from dangerous sources.

So…Ford starts hanging around you more.

He’s very…subtle with it. He knows kids, especially teenagers don’t care for adults getting all up in their business, so he tried to take it slow.

He didn’t expect how closed off you were, however. Your walls were completely up…So, he had to take some extra measures to get some details out of you.

Y’know the fun fact about all the weirdness in Grvaity Falls?? It means that there’s a lot of bugs that can repeat what it hears—So, it wasn’t that hard to sneak one of these copyroaches into your home and listen in on it repeating all that was heard in the home.

All the nasty fights, all the lonesome crying, all the times you’d gush to yourself or your friends on call about your special interests.

Don’t worry, he’s a good dad, he’ll let you keep SOME privacy…Just, a very, very, VERRYY small portion of it.

Slowly, you two start to bond more and more with him becoming more of a father figure to you with how he seems to always know what’s troubling you and the answers you need to hear in that moment…Not to mention, with him not being great with emotions, he tried to win your love with acts of service, such as making you dinner, saving the shoes you like on his DVR, and letting you spend the night at the shack when your parents fight.

Soon, he started to notice you staying at the shack more and more.

And more and more…He couldn’t help but grow discontent with the way your family treats you.

As said before, it doesn’t matter how small the issue is, if Ford had it his way, not a foul word should be spoken in your vicinity. Haven’t they already done enough damage to this child?? Do they want you to grow up in a broken home?!

In fact…He doesn’t think they’re fit to be parents. Not even in the slightest!!

He would be so much better…He’d actually take care of you, and he is smarter than any school they have been putting you in for that matter—All those kids are just so cruel to you, even if you don’t know it yet.

That…actually gives him an idea.

“So…anything happen at school today, champ?” Ford mumbled in his usual low, raspy voice as he scrubbed at the dishes in the sink, his apron still tied around his waist from cooking.

“Uh…Ford?” He didn’t even bat an eye or look up at you as you started to feel queasy, pushing the bowl of soup away from you at the dinner table. “I think the vegetables in this went bad…I think I’m gonna be sick.”

Ford just let out a good, hearty laugh. “Don’t be silly, I made it with all fresh ingredients. Have a look for yourself. Only the best for you.”

You could feel your stomach start to churn and growl, with the sight that greeted you when you looked down at your bowl not making you feel any better.

Was that an…eye?!

…

It’s the same shade as your mother’s.

“O-Oh god..” You bit down on your lip, bile starting to creep up in the back of your throat at the sight…and that’s when the melatonin had started to kick in, making your vision grow spotty. It was hard for Ford to find a dosage of that where it was not only over the required limit for a young teen, but also able to be hidden in food. He did it though. Better that than rat poison for his little baby.

“Aww, oh no? Are you having a stomach bug?? Don’t worry, I’ll make it all better.”

That’s the sick part. He genuinely believes it’s better locked in the shack for you. Why wouldn’t it be?? He’ll spoil you with all the care and love a child deserves, not to mention he will be sure to intellectually stimulate your brain as well.

You’ll see. He’ll be the perfect father for you.

[mordredisacoolname]

CRIMINAL MINDS CHARACTERS X MALE SON READER

Platonic male reader

Characters: Aaron, Emily, Derek, Spencer, JJ, Penelope, Tara, Luke, Elias

CW: canonical character death

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Aaron Hotchner

-you have a complicated relationship

-before your mom's death you really disliked your dad

-he was always away to work and you and your mom had to look after jack

-you learned to be responsible at a very young age, and was closer to your mom

-jack considera you as his best friend, going to you with every problem and always wanting to spend time with you

-after Hailey died you kinda shut down

-you were close, and losing her was very hard on you

-you stopped doing things you enjoy, but still continued taking care of jack

-your dad started being more involved with Jack and you

-you were angry at him

-only after Hailey's death he remembered he has two sons

-you rejected any effection from him

-he was hurt, but he understood your pain and anger

-eventually you calmed down a little bit, and let him in

-not completely, you still were a little distant from him

-and Aaron decided to not quit his job

-so you didn't spend a lot of time together

-after the three of you went into witness protection you became a little closer

-you love your dad, but still have mixed emotions towards him and hadn't completely forgiven him, but you try to get along for jack

Emily Prentiss

-it was very hard for Emily being a mother

-and didn't want children, especially at a young age

-she loved you of course, but still had some form of resentment for you

-she couldn't help it, and felt very bad about it

-but she took care of you

-she could never be like her mother

-and hard as it was being a single mother to an unplanned child she did everything in her power to be a good mother

-you were very lonely when your mother joined the bau team

-you also didn't have a lot of friends

-you bottled up your emotions

-one day you just couldn't do it anymore and broke down in your mother's arms

-she is a stern mother, but still loving

-when you were a little older you found out how your mom got pregnant with you

-you felt guilty, even if it wasn't your fault

-but Emily just took you in her arms and said despite all you're her son and she loves you and cares for you deeply

-she can be fun too

-joking with you and sometimes letting you get away with trouble

-she will support you no matter what

-but don't get into unnecessary illegal trouble

Derek Morgan

-derek had a long and strong history with your mom

-they were really tight and loved each other very much

-but then she met a man, he was very bad for her

-derek tried to convince her to leave him

-and she did left, but not the man, she left Derek

-she was pregnant at the time, but didn't tell Derek

-a few years later, when you were 10 he received a massage from your mother

-she had died and assigned Derek as your godfather

-he was very surprised

-he was also very conflicted of wether to take you or not

-he didn't exactly plan on having children yet

-yiu were shy and introverted

-but you had a connection

-he felt obligated to take you in, wether you're his biological child or not

-he took great care of you

-yiu became very close

-you two spend every free time together

-playing sport

-or if you don't like sports he'd do something else with you

-he couldn't say he wasn't a little disappointed if you decided on not doing sports, but he still supports you

-he's very protective of you, in light of what happened to him as a child and his knowledge of danger because of his work

-when he met savannah he really hoped you'd get along

-yiu didn't trust her at first, but warmed up to her quickly

-they news of her being pregnant made you happy

-you were exited to be an older brother

-you see him as your dad, and he sees you as his son

Spencer Reid

-spencer was so afraid when he got the news of you

-he didn't think he could be a good father

-he would never want you to have a similar childhood like him

-despite his fear and worries and did everything he could to be a good father

-sometimes it was hard, he didn't always know what to do

-but jj helped him a lot

-he loved reading you books

-you spent a big chunk of your younger years sitting on the sofa or bed, curled up with your dad, holding his arm and listening to his stories

-he became very attached to you

-he's not very good at showing effection, but he tries his best for you

-in your teenage years you had your downs and lows with him

-but you always forgave each other no matter what

-he always tells you weird jokes you don't understand

-but you laugh everytime to make him feel better

Jennifer Jareau

-she already had you when her and Will started dating

-so you were very protective, doesn't matter how old you were

-you didn't want your mom to get hurt

-but as you got to know Will you understood he really cared about jj and grew to like him

-he treated the both of you good

-when she got pregnant with Henry, you were jealous

-you thought she'd love him more than you, and Will will prefer him over you as his biological son

-but they never forget about you

-they treated you both equally

-you're very close to both of them, and always go to them when you have a problem or feel down

-you're also very protective of Henry, and later Michael

-you also knew about your unborn sibling, and supported your mom through it

-you're a responsible kid, sometimes even more them her

-when Will is busy with your brothers and your mom is feeling down you take care of her, and the opposite

Penelope Garcia

-Pen always wanted kids

-so she was super exited about you

-even before you were born/before she got you your room was already stoked with things and clothes

-she buys you so many gifts

-when you were younger she loved dressing you up in fun clothes

-of anyone said anything mean about you she'd RAGE

-you're her whole world

-she'd do anything for you, you're her little baby even when you're older

-you had a phase where you were embarrassed of her

-it really hurt her, but she understood you were going through changes

-but thankfully you outgrew it

-you two are besties

-you tell her everything

-your friend LOVE her

-sometimes you'd come home and find your best friend gossiping with your mom

Tara Lewis

-she was a little conflicted

-she didn't really think about kids

-she wasn't opposed to having them but also not eager

-but when she first saw you her heart melted

-she fell in love with you, a little strange mini human

-tara always found some free time for you

-taking you to fun places and spending time with you

-she'd a very fun mom

-a little strict with homework, but she can't help it, she doesn't want her child to fail school

-your mom just wants the best for you

-you're not as close, but still you tell her a lot of things and completely trust her

-she'd the kind of mom to ask you if you won when you get into a fight at school

Luke Alvez

-he's SO happy

-he always wanted children

-you mean he has a mini version of him?

-that's so cool

-he's very enthusiastic

-getting you anything you need

-he's also very protective

-but he tries to tone it down, he knows how frustrating it can be

-he really wants you to trust him and tell him everything

-something is bothering you? He'll take care of it

-you like someone? Tell him everything about them

-he supports you no matter what

-you're his son and he's so proud of you

-they type of dad to watch you do something you like and give you a big smile with thumbs up

Elias Voit

-well

-you have a love hate relationship with him

-as his oldest child and only son he really tried to teach you how to navigate life and don't get in trouble (or don't get caught)

-he loves playing basketball with you

-he's not very touchy feely with you but he still let's you know how important you are to him

-he's more hard on you then the girls

-always tells you to take care of your sisters and mom

-wants you to be tough

-you got his smarts, and probably suspect something about your dad

-when you found out the truth about him there's only two options

-you either hate him and stop talking to him, refusing to see him

-or you're like him

-either way he'll not like it

-he wants you to be close as father and son

-but also doesn't want you to be like him

-if you do turn out like him, you'll often visit him and subtly talk about your plans

-elias will make sure to teach you everything so you won't get caught

-he's strict but not as strict as his uncle was

-he doesn't want you to resent him

[scoatneyhall]

Ted Lasso season 4... thoughts...

LOL so it sounds like they're definitely going to have Ted come back to coach the women's team himself as opposed to just being around a bit for whatever reason... while I know plenty of women's teams do have male managers IRL, do they like... have to? Like do they have to make that narrative choice instead of having a female coach?

And they've said the first episode is apparently going to be set and filmed in Kansas, so I assume it will be Rebecca going over there to ask him to come back?

If this is where we are going with it, I now really hope there's a significant time jump, skipping the amount of time we've missed IRL, like 3 football seasons - and that it will be set in the 25/26 football season. He left summer of 2022 and is coming back summer of 2025. I mean, for starters, they can't explain the kids aging any other way if Henry or Phoebe is a part of it. And in terms of the aim of the initial 3 season arc, it would be insane for Ted to just come back a few months after he left. Like. Okay it's fine to leave his son again? I assume in this situation Henry (and possibly Michelle) will move WITH him, because otherwise what was the point??? So we really have to be on top of the kid's age, and it has been 4 years since filming s3!

I used to really dread the idea of a time jump as I didn't want to miss Roy's journey as manager (AND THERAPY), but now it feels like it's the only way it'll work, in particular if the focus is Ted returning to handle the women. A Tedless continuation that focused on Roy should have had no time jump, but this version definitely should.

I have written before about how it is completely and utterly unreal that they don't already have a women's team, even if they were only semi pro, so I feel like if they wanted to explain the whole "starting" the women's team with some level of football realism, you could do it like, okay, they did already have the women's team and they've been playing in lower leagues, way way down, with no funding, Rupert didn't care, Rebecca didn't initially care, and Keeley's plan was about building them up now they had the resources, not starting them from scratch. And after a few seasons of serious investments and promotions they are ready for the WSL, and they need a more high profile manager? I guess???? Like the last few years have been a Welcome to Wrexham situation with 3 seasons of promotion in a row under another coach, and now that coach is leaving and Ted comes in to take them to the highest level? I GUESS.

But also like. Sorry but Ted Lasso in its former form was such a man centric show. Which I wasn't mad at! But what i mean is like Ted as a coach really seems like his most powerful quality is helping boys become non toxic men. Men's support, men accessing their emotions, men's mental health. Ted help guys to Man Good. I just don't think those same vibes will come across well when it's about him mentoring women? I don't want to see him trying to mentor women?? They deserve better?Ted works as a coach when he's helping men be good men. The women don't need his methods.Like yeah he helped Rebecca but I think that was very different. I don't need to see him being Coach Dad to a bunch of lesbians. I just don't.

But honestly I don't really care what Ted does with himself, I need that time jump to happen regarding other characters, to keep their stories something I feel good about. At this point, I really don't think Phil Dunster is doing it - Jamie may show up as a guest in one or two eps... and if it was a direct continuation, I cannot stand the idea that he left Richmond the same reason Roy became manager and Richmond entered the Champions League. I really, really don't think it would be in character for him to do that even though there would have been interest to buy him. But I could believe it if it has been a few seasons and he had a really great offer - especially if it was back to City. I could accept him being transferred after a decent time jump, but I hate the idea of making OOC choices about him to fit their availability or plot ideas. He Would Not Do That.

But if the focus is mainly Ted and the women's team, it's possible that Jamie is still there and we just don't really follow the men's team action? Brett Goldstein IS doing the show but also has many other commitments, so I am kind of assuming we won't be in the men's team dressing room or filming men's matches or doing heavy Roy plot, and Roy will only pop up for Rebecca admin scenes/Keeley personal scenes.

Because possibly the football action won't follow the men at all, as in, they won't even rebuild that old set and stuff, and mainly be in Ted's new office in the girls changing room (sigh, how many jokes about him not looking will there be) so it is possible Jamie is still very much at Richmond, and we see him a couple of times in a social capacity with Roy or Keeley, but if there is no more scenes in the men's team dressing room etc, and the plot won't in any way focus on the results of the men's season, he won't be in the background of basically every office or training scene like he was before.

The more I think about it, the more I actually think this "no men's team scenes" is probably likely regardless of who is still on the men's team - because they want to do all the work they need to do for filming matches and training and stuff, which is big and expensive, I think they'll do just the women's games - they would actually probably get roasted if they focused too much on the men after all this talk about promoting the women's game. Like we had 3 seasons of just men - even splitting season 4 into 50% men's team focus and 50% women feels kind of bad in terms of their aims about platforming women's football. So I am now betting men's team will be almost invisible, with some players popping up in incidental/social scenes.

So. It is possible that Roy pops up in a club admin way/Keeley relationship way - though I do NOT want them to get back together - and that Jamie still is there and around those characters socially but we don't do everyday team scenes. It is also possible Jamie will no longer play for Richmond.

Either way I really need that time jump. I cannot stand the idea of Ted regretting his choice and moving back immediately after all that. I cannot stand the idea of Jamie moving clubs in the same transfer window Roy is hired. I cannot stand the idea of pretending the Henry actor hasn't aged 4 years or the idea of recasting Phoebe. I am furious that they feel JSuds was integral to the show as an actor and that it still needs to focus on him cominh back and coaching. He could have just written it and popped up as a Diamond Dogs Zoom friend a couple of times.

But if this is the way it is, they NEED a time jump. Furious to miss Roy's managerial/therapy journey, it will be insane for all the growth to happen off screen and will probably sit very weird with viewers if he comes back on screen acting significantly different, but you'd HOPE he has changed in that time and at least it would leave us a really good fanfic gap to play with, between the summer of 2022 and whenever this will be set - particularly if Jamie is gone.

All in all I feel like I'd rather they just ended with season 3 and did not do this extension of the show, especially as they seem to have lost a lot of goodwill with the audience since season 3. I personally am very wary of what kind of football realism they're going to destroy in order to "start" the women's team and am going to be on edge until it comes out in terms of "how bad they've fucked it up." That wariness also extends to off screen character choices they will make in order to explain who's no longer around. Cool sentiment to be anticipating about a show I'm meant to like!

[queenshelby]

An Illicit Affair

Part One: My Boyfriend's Father

Pairing: Cillian Murphy (46) x Reader (23)

Warning: Age-Gap, Taboo Relationship, Infidelity

It was 15 months ago when you first met the man who, unbeknownst to you, would eventually become the center of your disastrous life and that man was not your current boyfriend Maximilian Murphy, a twenty-two-year-old Irishman from Dublin.

You had been going out with Max for about a year when you met the man who changed everything for you and, whilst Max was almost an entire year younger than you, you had both met at London's top medical school after he had transferred from Trinity College. 

Max was energetic, confident and intelligent. He was popular with the girls and, although you were drawn to him because of his sense of humor and easygoing nature, it was quite obvious to you that he was much less serious about life in general than you were. 

After a year of non-serious dating, Max eventually told you that he was taking you to Dublin for his father's 46th birthday and it was then when you first laid eyes on him. Cillian Murphy, your boyfriend's father. 

The name "Cillian Murphy" didn't ring any bells for you at the time as you had never seen any of his films, but now, 15 months later, you knew everything that there was to know about him due to the publicity his movie Oppenheimer had received in recent weeks. 

You went to see the movie too with some friends and whilst you had broken up with Max about a year earlier, you happened to recall the weekend you shared with him and his family in Dublin. 

Both Cillian and his wife Danielle made you feel welcome when you arrived with their son Max late on a Friday afternoon at their large Victorian townhouse near the coast, just outside Dublin.

The house was decorated with tasteful modern furniture and a collection of modern art hung on the walls. The living room featured large windows overlooking the sea with heavy curtains blocking the view when needed.

You spent most of Saturday relaxing by the pool with Max, swimming and sunbathing before enjoying a dinner prepared by Danielle for her husband's birthday.

As you sat down at the table, Cillian seemed distracted, and it wasn't until the second glass of wine that he asked you more about yourself and your aspirations.

"So, what do you want to specialize in?" he asked and you looked down at your plate and replied softly, "I haven't decided yet. I think I might enjoy working in pediatrics."

"Working with children can be emotionally demanding," Cillian said, "but I am sure it's  incredibly rewarding," he then went on to say before acknowledging that Max had told him that you were at the top of your class. 

"It sounds like you have a bright future ahead of you," he told you and your heart fluttered a bit as you heard his voice, deep and resonant, filled with warmth and confidence. It was a contrast to Max's playful teasing, something about which made you feel comfortable and safe.

Danielle, Cillian's wife, chimed in with a question for you, "What got you interested in medicine in the first place?" she asked. You paused for a moment, considering how best to explain such a complex answer.

"Well, my dad was a doctor, so healthcare was a part of our household growing up," you began thoughtfully. "But the real turning point came during high school when I visited a friend who was hospitalized with leukemia. Her doctors and nurses took such great care of her, and it really opened my eyes to the impact that medicine could have on people's lives."

Cillian nodded along, seemingly genuinely interested in your response.

"That's amazing," he murmured. "You are genuinely empathetic and that's a good trait to have, especially as a doctor," he went on to say with a smile and you couldn't help but blush slightly under his intense gaze. His piercing blue eyes seemed to look right through you, making you feel vulnerable in a way you hadn't felt before. But instead of feeling uncomfortable, you found yourself strangely drawn to him. There was something magnetic about him, something that made you want to spend more time with him despite the fact that he was twice your age.

The day after his birthday party, while you were lounging around the poolside, you couldn't help but notice Cillian looking at you intently from across the lawn. His eyes held a mysterious glint, a curiosity that seemed to grow stronger every minute.

As if sensing your presence, he approached you and started a friendly conversation. The topics ranged from movies to books, and even personal interests. It was a pleasant surprise finding out that both of you shared a love for Jazz before Max pointed out to you that Jazz music was for "old people", causing Cillian to laugh.

The sound of Cillian's laughter was soothing and comforting.

You felt butterflies in your stomach as adrenaline surged through your veins. You tried to compose yourself, focusing on the casual exchange of small talk, hoping to distract yourself from the strong attraction you felt towards your own boyfriend's father.

But no matter how hard you tried, those enchanting blue eyes kept drawing you back in. The subtle smell of his cologne lingered in the air, filling your senses with a mix of excitement and shame.

Luckily for you however, on Sunday morning, Max and you travelled back to London, leaving behind the memory of the lingering gaze that Cillian gave you as you boarded the plane while, in hindsight, you realized that Cillian's gaze did leave something behind - a seed planted between the lines of your otherwise innocent encounter.

In the months that followed, you found yourself thinking about Cillian more often than you expected and, unfortunately for Max, at the same time as fantasizing about his father, you became more and more annoyed by his immaturities. 

And then, one evening, after another argument between you and Max over whether you should go clubbing or stay in and study, you finally snapped.

"This isn't working out anymore, Max," you told it him straight. "We need different things in life and we would be better off breaking up now rather than prolonging something that won't work long term," you told Max, sitting on the bed of his dorm room, causing his chin to drop.

"You don't mean it," he said, sounding shocked.

"Yes, I do," you said firmly as you looked away from him, knowing that he wouldn't understand why you couldn't go on like this.

"No, please, give me another chance. We can make this work," Max pleaded, moving closer to you, reaching out to touch your arm.

"No, Max, I've made up my mind," you said firmly, avoiding his pleading eyes.

You knew that it was only a matter of time before Max would come to terms with the truth, but you also knew that the process would be painful for both of you.

Max moved closer, grasping your hand gently. "Maybe we just need to communicate better," he suggested, his eyes full of hope. "I love you, you know. I am happy to try anything," he continued but you shook your head.

You pulled your hand away, fighting back tears. "I just... I can't anymore, Max," you whispered quietly. "We tried to make it work several times, but our expectations are quite different. I am taking university serious, but you are not. You have different interests and I think that you would be better of with someone else," you confessed, averting your gaze.

"But... but, what about the future? What about us?" Max stammered, desperation seeping into his tone. You remained silent, allowing the silence to hang heavily between you two. Finally, you took a deep breath.

"I don't want to lose you, Y/N," Max pleaded, his voice quivering. "We have been together for a year, surely we can find a way to make it work. I promise."

You shook your head sadly, unable to meet his desperate gaze.

"We are both still young and year is nothing if you are in your early twenties. I'm sorry, Max," you managed to whisper, swallowing the lump in your throat. "I think it's best if we end things here."

He let out a choked sob, his face crumpling. "Please," he implored, clutching onto your wrist. "Don't leave me like this."

But you couldn't stand it any longer, pulling your arm free. "I need space, Max," you said sharply, rising to your feet.

"I need to focus on myself and my studies right now," you told him while, deep down inside, you knew that something was missing, something was holding you back from fully committing to your relationship.

And it wasn't long before fate intervened as, just over year after your breakup with Max, you ran into Cillian again at a jazz concert in London...

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[cece693]

Hello! Could I request a Jason Grace x male reader fanficthat has like anger issues with the reader either being a son of ares or nemesis:D

If you decide to make this I thank you

Lightning in Your Veins

pairing: jason grace x male reader tags: son of ares, reader has anger issues, jason makes it better and is your safe place

Your fists clenched as you lunged at a training dummy in Camp Half-Blood’s arena, each strike hitting with enough force to startle even the most seasoned demigod. A few yards away, Jason Grace watched you with an unwavering gaze, stormy eyes revealing both concern and admiration. He had just finished his own sword exercises when he noticed you losing your temper—again.

“(M/N)!” he shouted over the clang of metal. “Take a breath!”

The tautness in your shoulders eased fractionally at the sound of his voice. Even though a raging fire still blazed beneath your skin, you forced yourself to pause, chest heaving. It wasn’t easy being the son of Ares. Anger seemed to run in your blood, threatening to break free at the slightest provocation.

But Jason was there. He was always there.

You first met Jason during an ambush on a quest. Embarrassingly enough, a stray arrow had grazed your arm. Blood dripped onto the forest floor, and you’d been half-blinded by pain and fury, ready to fight back with no regard for your own safety. He, battered from a scuffle with a cyclops, had insisted on helping you, ignoring his own wounds to wrap yours with shaking hands.

That day, lightning rippled across the sky and crackled in your heart. You’d never believed in those cliché moments of “electric sparks,” but the second you stared into his eyes—eyes that reminded you of storm clouds over a calm sea—your pulse pounded for an entirely different reason than anger.

Of course, it wasn’t all smooth sailing from that point on. You had a temper like no other, and Jason’s sometimes overbearing sense of duty often clashed with your single-minded need to face threats head-on. But in quieter moments—moments where he found you alone at the archery range late at night, or when the two of you snuck to the lake’s edge to watch the moonlight—there was no one else in the world you wanted by your side.

Now, back in the arena, you struggled to rein in that Ares-fueled fury. Sweat slid down your temple. You felt suffocated, embarrassed that you couldn’t control it, especially in front of him. Jason’s gentle approach was your only anchor.

“Take a breath,” he repeated softly, lowering your raised fists with his hands. He slid his fingers over yours, the contact sending a jolt of warmth through your arms. You exhaled shakily, remembering all the times his voice alone kept you tethered to reality when your anger threatened to consume you.

Jason’s thumb stroked the back of your hand, electricity humming just below his skin. “Are you okay?”

"Depends," you managed, a self-deprecating smirk curling your lips. “Do you mind if I punched that dummy so hard it nearly fell over?”

He chuckled. “I’d only be worried if you started punching me next.”

Despite your anger, you felt a flicker of humor. “I’d never do that…at least, not without a really good reason.” That earned a small laugh from him, and you found yourself relaxing, your shoulders no longer tense. Jason’s laughter was like a fresh breeze dispersing the thick storm clouds in your mind.

You were never great at words. To you, action always spoke louder than any poem or eloquent speech. So, when Jason slid his hand up your arm, hooking his fingers gently around your bicep, it was like he was reading your mind. No words needed—his presence and concern were proof enough of how much he cared.

“C’mon,” he said. “Let’s get out of here.”

He guided you toward a side bench beneath the shade of an oak tree. As you both sat down, the distant sounds of other demigods training faded to a dull clamor. You pressed the heels of your palms against your eyes, swallowing a wave of frustration at yourself. You hated feeling so out of control, so easy to provoke.

“Hey.” Jason’s voice was gentle. “I know it’s not easy, being the son of Ares and all.”

“Sometimes, I can’t stand it,” you admitted, raw honesty tumbling out. “Everything sets me off. And I’m worried one day I might hurt someone—someone I…” You trailed off, chest twisting. “Someone I love.”

Jason’s eyes flashed with sympathy. He squeezed your knee. “You’re stronger than that. You made a promise to control this, right? I’ve seen you fight the toughest monsters and outsmart the worst of your own impulses. I believe in you. And if you do lose it,” he added, his lip curling into a rare, fond smile, “I’ll be here to knock some sense back into you.”

You couldn’t help but laugh, a short bark of a sound that was more relief than true amusement. Jason’s unwavering faith in you was a lifeline you never knew you needed until you had it.

As the afternoon sun lengthened the shadows across the camp, you and Jason found yourselves drifting toward the strawberry fields for some quiet. The fields, usually bustling with satyrs and other campers tending to the plants, were empty in the late day. Golden rays lit the place like a scene from a painting, turning the leaves into shimmering emerald.

Jason walked beside you in comfortable silence, your shoulders occasionally brushing. When he gently reached for your hand, you let him take it, warmth blooming in your chest. Here, away from the clang of swords and the prying eyes of other demigods, it felt like it was just the two of you.

Stopping by a particularly lush patch of berries, Jason turned toward you. The breeze ruffled his blond hair, revealing the small scar above his right eyebrow—an old souvenir from another quest gone wrong. Before you could think, you reached out and traced it softly. He leaned into your touch, letting out a contented sigh.

“I’m not going anywhere, M/N,” he said, voice quiet but sure. “I’ll be here when your anger flares up. I’ll be here when you feel ashamed. I’ll be here when you feel like you can’t handle it.”

You blinked, your throat tightening with emotion. You couldn’t decide if it was embarrassment at your vulnerability or gratitude that someone—even a son of Jupiter—could care about you so much.

In response, you gently tugged him closer by the collar of his camp shirt, closing the distance until you could feel the heat of his breath. His eyes fluttered shut half a second before yours did. Your lips met in a tender, hesitant kiss that quickly grew surer, fueled by the swirl of conflicting emotions inside you—fear, passion, relief, love.

He tasted like the ozone before a thunderstorm, and you wondered if that was just Jason or your imagination conjuring sparks again.

When you finally broke apart, breathless, you were amazed at how calm you felt. Your anger was still there, coiled like a serpent in your chest, but with Jason at your side, it seemed…manageable.

“Thanks,” you murmured, brushing your forehead against his. “For believing in me. For staying.”

Jason squeezed your hand. “Anytime,” he promised, a small grin tugging at his lips. “After all, you’re stuck with me now.”

You found yourself laughing softly, your heart drumming with more excitement than dread for once. Maybe anger was part of who you were, but it wasn’t everything. And if there was anyone who could handle a spark of Ares—and give it right back—it was Jason Grace.

[nobodysuspectsthebutterfly]

Jaime Lannister didn’t think Robert Arryn would live long to breed, and he most likely had little interaction with him. Do you think Jon Arryn thought the same? Do you think he regretted marrying lysa, especially with how she turned out?

Correction: Jaime and Robert Arryn lived in the same castle for the first six years of Robert's life. Jaime was aware Robert was still breastfeeding at the age of four. Jaime undoubtedly witnessed several incidents where Joffrey called Robert cruel names, and probably the incident where Joffrey slapped him with a wooden sword. (Which I imagine took place in the training yard, where the Kingsguard frequently hang out.) Jaime probably saw more than one of Robert's seizures, as he had the "shaking sickness" from birth. Jaime has full context to judge Robert's fitness for survival, even if he does so coldly and with Westeros-typical ableism.

I don't know what Jon Arryn thought exactly, but the fact he continued to care for Robert and didn't bring his great-nephew Harry Hardyng to the Eyrie (as Randyll Tarly surely would have done) suggests that no, he hadn't given up on his son. In fact, Jon was planning to take Robert away from Lysa and send him to be fostered at Dragonstone:

[Catelyn] glanced at her nephew and sighed. “The boy is utterly without discipline. He will never be strong enough to rule unless he is taken away from his mother for a time.” “His lord father agreed with you,” said a voice at her elbow. She turned to behold Maester Colemon, a cup of wine in his hand. “He was planning to send the boy to Dragonstone for fostering, you know… oh, but I’m speaking out of turn.” — AGOT, Catelyn VII

“The boy is weak and sickly,” Lord Stannis objected. “Even his father saw how it was, when he asked me to foster him on Dragonstone. Service as a page might have done him good, but that damnable Lannister woman had Lord Arryn poisoned before it could be done…” — ACOK, Prologue

So Jon evidently believed that Robert could grow stronger, as long as he was away from his mother. But this pissed Lysa the hell off:

“I proposed that Lord and Lady Arryn foster two of my grandsons at court, and offered to take their own son to ward here at the Twins. […] Lord Arryn wouldn’t have him, or the other one, and I blame your lady sister for that. She frosted up as if I’d suggested selling her boy to a mummer’s show or making a eunuch out of him, and when Lord Arryn said the child was going to Dragonstone to foster with Stannis Baratheon, she stormed off without a word of regrets and all the Hand could give me was apologies. What good are apologies? I ask you.” —Walder Frey, AGOT, Catelyn IX

and so she killed Jon (under guidance from Littlefinger and with the help of Pycelle's malpractice).

Again, I don't know exactly what Jon was thinking regarding his choice to marry Lysa, but also... I don't actually care? Oh, so when you were in your 60s, you married a "soiled" girl young enough to be your granddaughter because you were desperate for an heir, got her pregnant nine times in your loveless marriage, and only had one chronically ill child survive the miscarriages and stillbirths? Sucks to be you, Jon, and I'm glad Lysa outlived you.

[headcanonandburn]

Headcanons Timelined

Before The Events Of Harry Potter Series

* Lily once asked Remus out in front of James, just to annoy him. Remus was so shocked, he stood there and didn’t say anything, eventually excusing himself to use the restroom.

* Lily once met Sirius in his Animagus form before she knew their secret. She let him lick her face and played with him for half an hour before an unusually angry James Potter dragged the dog away.

* Harry's first word was 'Pafoo' (Padfoot). He first said this when Sirius unexpectedly entered into the Potter's kitchen. James, Lily and especially Sirius were proud of the 11 month old baby.

* James was secretly one of McGonagall's favorite students. He excelled in Transfiguration, though he didn’t care to hand his homework essays in unless she threatened to take away Quidditch. He was clever and knew the right answers. She was proud of him when they won the Quidditch Cup and when he finally got Lily to say “I do.” She was half rooting for him the whole time.

During Harry Potter Series

* While dating Dean and Michael, Ginny was constantly comparing them to Harry.

* Mrs. Weasley didn't make Harry that first Weasley sweater because she was being nice -- she made it because she was so grateful that Ron, her youngest son who always felt second best to his older brothers, had a best friend all to himself. It wasn't pity or random kindness. She just wanted to find a way to thank the boy who made Ron's letters home such a joy to read.

* During the many dinners spent at Grimmauld Place, Sirius grew to become particularly fond of the Weasley twins. They exchanged countless stories about the pranks they pulled at school, and compared detention records.

* Upon walking down the great hall to be sorted, Neville Longbottom considered asking the Sorting Hat to place him in Gryffindor. He decided not to; and to his complete surprise, he became a lion anyway.

* On May 2nd, 1998 every witch and wizard held a moment of silence for the ones who died during the First and Second Wizarding War. When the respectful silence ended millions of different coloured sparks could be seen shooting up into the night sky.

* Severus Snape didn’t see himself and Lily happily married together in the mirror of Erised. He only saw Lily, happy and smiling, proving how strong and selfless his love for her really was.

* To conjure a Patronus, Luna thought of the D.A. meetings. They were her happiest memories, where she met her best friends.

* Severus Snape never liked having Ginny Weasley in class because when he saw her out of the corner of his eye, for a split second he always thought it was Lily.

* While working at Weasley's Wizard Wheezes, the twins often wore name tags labelled "Gred" and "Forge”.

After Harry Potter Series Ended

* James got one more O.W.L. than his father: History of Magic. The exam was the easiest one, seeing as the majority of questions were about Harry.

* When Harry and Hermione came over to help Arthur Weasley set up the television he asked them hundreds of questions, most of them about how electricity worked. He had to be restrained from trying to electrocute himself because he wanted to see "Just exactly how it felt".

* One day Albus Severus was roaming the castle when he came across a portrait of a hook-nosed, greasy haired man who wore all black. “So you must be Potter's spawn, eh?” Snape sneered. Albus said “I’m sorry my brother James bothers you. I am Albus. Albus Severus.” Snape looked down into Albus’ eyes- the green eyes- Lily Potter once had. For the first time in a long time, Snape smiled. A true smile. “And I am Severus Snape.”

* Albus Severus Potter often visited the portrait of Severus Snape, and they would have long talks about Hogwarts and Potions in particular. Once when Albus was just about to get on the Hogwarts Express, he was talking to his father about Snape and how he thought he was a charming man. Harry asked him what Snape’s portrait was like, he told him that it was dark and bland, with potion vials scattered around and books in heaps on the floor. Harry wasn't surprised; he pictured the potions dungeons in his head from when he was at Hogwarts. However, when Albus proceeded to tell Harry that on the desk in Snape’s portrait stood a vase of lilies, which seemed to be the brightest and prettiest thing in the picture, Harry let out a little smile, hugged Albus and continued to help him get his trunk onto the carriage.

* Ron was helping Hugo with his spells one day, and Hugo mispronounced Wingardium Leviosa. Ron said, "It's Leviosa, not Leviosah." Hermione caught his eye, and they laughed for a good few minutes, much to Hugo's curiosity.

* Harry kept all of the sweaters Molly knitted for him over the years. When she saw them folded in his cupboard one day, she cried.

* George sent along with a box of Custard Creams with Roxanne as a gift to Neville on her first day of Hogwarts. She didn't speak to her father for a week when her Herbology professor turned into a canary in the middle of class.

* When a young Teddy Lupin was told his father was a werewolf, he thought he had the coolest dad ever.

* Lily, Rose and Roxanne's parents never bought them any pink cardigans.

* Neville Longbottom's son was sorted into Gryffindor before the Sorting Hat even touched his head.

* If Harry were to look in the mirror of Erised today, he wouldn't see anything different.

* James and Fred both broke their namesakes' detention records. George developed a device sold at the shop which detected any cheats or scams. It was called the Lying Ludo.

* Hagrid visited Norberta in Romania. She recognized her ‘Mummy.’

* Neville tried to return the sword of Gryffindor to Harry after the battle, but Harry didn’t accept – the one thing that the Ministry had gotten right was that the sword was never Dumbledore’s to give. It now rests in Professor Longbottom’s office, waiting to be called by another worthy Gryffindor.

* After the war, Neville went and visited his parents at St. Mungo’s to explain the end of Voldemort’s reign. He knew they wouldn’t understand, but they deserved to know – it was what they had been fighting for all along.

* There was always a vase of fresh lilies in the Potter home.

* Percy made a point to see his father at the ministry every day after they both returned to work.

* When Hermione told Ron she was pregnant, it was the single most terrifying moment of his life. It was also the happiest.

* Narcissa Malfoy never truly forgave Molly for killing her sister but understood why she did it.

* Hugo and Rose always run to their father for sweets – Hermione is still the daughter of two dentists.

* Rose once came across a selection of books penned by Gilderoy Lockhart in her mother’s library. Her father confiscated them and muttered something about “pompous prat.”

* In the Granger-Weasley household, it was always Hermione who stepped up to kill the spiders.

* Neville didn’t buy his son a pet toad.

* Draco’s nurturing upbringing of Scorpius was inspired by his own father: he did everything Lucius didn’t.

* Hermione and her parents spent hours attempting to explain to Arthur Weasley how airplanes stay up. He still didn’t quite understand the concept.

* James and Fred annoyed everyone by constantly Apparating from room to room, sometimes accidentally landing on top of people.

* Teddy Lupin was slightly distraught at not becoming a prefect, for he knew his father had been one. “I’m sure you just lack certain qualities,” Harry told him, “like the ability to behave yourself.” Teddy was puzzled until Harry explained those were the words of his mother.

* On those rare occasions that Harry would visit Dudley’s family, he still called him ‘Big D.’

* Ron’s kids found the infamous Yule Ball dress robes hanging in his cupboard once. The teasing lasted for weeks.

* Ginny was disappointed when her son James's first word was ‘buddy 'ell’ (bloody hell) after spending too much time with his Uncle Ron.

* When Ron suggested his children a homework planner, Hermione dropped the pot she was holding and beamed with happiness.

* After failing to secure her father’s attention during a particularly noisy family dinner at the burrow, Rose angrily screeched “Won-Won!” The entire room fell silent, and Ron’s face flushed a brilliant red until Hermione simply burst out laughing.

* Hugo never really understood why his father was so adamant about the fact that no good ever came from entering a girls’ bathroom.

* Neville Longbottom gives the best advice to his students and is viewed as a mentor. A frightened young first-year once approached him with concerns about a bully. Neville looked him in the eyes and told him that he was worth twelve of that coward.

* When Ron proposed to Hermione, he fumbled with the ring and almost dropped it down the sewer. When Hermione said yes, he was shocked and Hermione simply replied with ”Always the tone of surprise.”

* Fred had actually never heard Percy joke. At Fred's funeral, Percy promised him he'd lighten up. And since then, he had. Every year on the anniversary of his death, Percy visited Fred's grave in the dead of night. Instead of placing roses, he put a pile of dragon dung next to it. Every year, he whispered, "Yeah, I was the world's biggest prat." When George arrived later in the day, he always wondered who the prankster was.

* Scorpius doesn’t understand why his father always squirms at the mere mention of ferrets.

* George's proposal to Angelina wasn't planned. George and Angelina had been together for a while and had never discussed marriage. One night at a big Weasley family party, a conversation arose between George, Percy, and Ron. Percy and Audrey had recently gotten married and Ron and Hermione were engaged. Ron started joking with George about marrying Angelina when Percy asked if he had even thought about the idea.

Percy, who still didn't have the best sense of humor, continued, "George you're an adult and you should really start acting like it." "Fine," George replied, and taking inspiration from his twin brother he stood up and said:

"Oi! Angelina!" She looked up from her conversation with Ginny and Fleur. "Want to marry me?" asked George.

Though she was very surprised she smiled coyly and said, "All right, then" and continued on with her conversation. George sat back down and looked at his brother Percy who looked absolutely stunned. Remembering a very similar conversation in his fourth year of school Ron patted George on the back and said, "Piece of cake."

* When Fred and Roxanne were very young, Fred constantly played sneaky pranks on his little sister. One day, when Roxanne was reduced to tears after Fred stole her Pygmy puff, George introduced his daughter to the punching telescope. Angelina scolded her husband fiercely when Fred came downstairs one morning with a black eye.

* To tell Harry she was pregnant, Ginny took him to Godric's Hollow. She knew he wanted to name them after his parents, so what better place to tell him? It was time to make new, happier memories there anyway. Hermione broke the news to Ron that she was pregnant for the first time by using a Christmas gift. It was a Chudley Cannons baby outfit.

* When Ron and Hermione were deciding on what color to paint their room in, Ron had joked saying 'Lavender'. Hermione didn't speak to him for a week, and vowed to get revenge. When Hugo was born and they were deciding on baby names, Hermione said in all seriousness, that she was dying to name the baby Viktor II. Ron never used the name Lavender again.

* The members of the D.A. consider their charmed galleons as one of their most prized possessions. Luna Lovegood made a necklace out of hers.

* When asked about the significance of Chocolate Frog cards, Ron explained to his children that they were wizards of great significance in the Wizarding World. Rose replied by inquisitively asking him why he was on one.

* James, Rose, Albus, Hugo, and Lily all complained about never going camping. Their parents simply wouldn't budge on their firm 'NO.'

* Shortly after the war, Hermione gave Ron her book of Muggle fairy tales so that he could understand that no, Cinderella was not an illness.

* Harry Potter regrets the day he taught his sons "Levicorpus."

* None of the kids understood why there was an unidentifiable Weasley cousin called Barney in Fleur and Bill's wedding photos.

* Scorpius Malfoy excelled in Care of Magical Creatures, much to his father’s disbelief.

* James snuck his namesake’s motorbike out of the garage to take it for a spin quite often. One summer, he crashed it unknown to his parents. When they finally found out, he received a Howler at breakfast in the great hall one morning. It had been Ron’s idea.

*When Rose was a little girl, she used to wish she was a cat. Her mother would reply quite firmly that no, being a cat was not all that enjoyable.

* Seamus Finnigan didn’t allow his son to play with matches, for fear of his underage magical talent coming to fruition.

* Whilst playing for the Holyhead Harpies Ginny was hit on the back of the head by a Bludger, she fell off her broom and ended up unconscious for a few days. When she woke up the first thing she saw was Harry asleep in a chair next to her bed. This is when she decided to settle down, marry him, and have children. She was just waiting to make sure he wouldn’t leave again. The sight of him there reassured her he never would.

* Every Christmas since the Battle of Hogwarts, Harry tried to have something to represent every victim he had known on the Christmas tree. For Dobby, there was a pair of odd socks. For Mad-Eye, there were round chocolates covered with foil to look the eyeballs. For Fred, there was a little angel with a cheeky grin and a flame of ginger hair. For Colin, there was a tiny silver camera... For Tonks, there was a small star which changed colour. For Remus, there was a wolf which was near the star, watching over it. For Snape, there was a Lily that was entwined in the tree's pines. And for Hedwig, there was a toy owl on top of the tree.

* When they were at the end of their second year, Rose, Scorpius, and Al figured out a way to enchant their notebooks to work as a three-way note system. One person would write something and it would appear in the other two notebooks. The three friends used this method of communication all throughout their years at Hogwarts.

* When Hermione went back to Hogwarts, Ron gave her his favorite jumper to take with her. Hermione thought it might have been the most romantic thing he’d ever done. It was old and had a few holes in it and was much too big for her, but she rarely took it off.

* Harry was there for Umbridge's trial. She pleaded not guilty, that she was under the Imperius Curse the whole time. She kept on asking Harry to back her up. Esmerelda Marchbanks called upon Harry to confirm Umbridge’s story. "Potter, tell them the truth! Tell them I was under the Imperius Curse! I feel remorse! Please, tell them!" Harry simply looked at Dolores Jane Umbridge and said: "I’m sorry Professor, I must not tell lies