#i love his adorable little dad shuffle dance animation too

[fiannans]

Halsin at the epilogue reunion party appreciation post. <3

Protect this sweet, precious bear man.

[mikauzoran]

La Befana in Retrospect

Hey guys. I’m watching another Series Two episode today. This time it’s La Befana. I like this episode. (I think I say that about most episodes. XD) I appreciate the Marichat crumbs we get, and the Adrienette content is sweet too. Also, I get a kick out of Gina. Her character is a lot of fun.

First off, I love the little dance Tikki does when she’s getting ready to spit out the kwagatama for Marinette. XD Very cute, Tikki.

And then there’s Marinette going up to Nino and pulling his headphones off to find out what he’s listening to. He just looks so taken aback. XD What if he hadn’t been listening to Marinette’s favourite song? What then, Marinette? XD She’s so extra sometimes, and I adore her.

I wonder when that song (the Adrienette slow dance song from Doudou Villain/Despair Bear) became her favourite song. Up until this point, she’s said that Jagged is her favourite artist, so I would have thought one of his songs would be her favourite. 

(I’m aware that people can like vastly different genres of music. I just hit shuffle on my iTunes, and the first couple songs include music from Undertale the videogame, Motion City Soundtrack, popular Latin American Music from my Zumba class, anime J-Pop, and Quelqu’un ma dit by Carla Bruni. There’s stuff in Korean, Chinese, and Russian on there too in addition to my classical and modern instrumental music as well as opera. So, I know people can like different genres of music.) 

...But I wonder if the Adrienette slow dance song only became Marinette’s favourite after the Adrienette slow dance. It just doesn’t seem like something she’d like normally. XD I’m imagining her hearing it before the slow dance and she can’t stand it. She absolutely hates this song...but then the slow dance with Adrien happens and suddenly it’s no longer annoying. Suddenly, she finds all kinds of depth and meaning in it. Meanwhile, Alya’s over there making fun of Marinette for her sudden change of heart about the song. XD

Ahem! Also, I love the little scene with Adrien and Alya talking about the party in the classroom. I love the way Adrien panics and suddenly becomes horrible at acting when he notices that Marinette is listening. XD

I also love Gina. Her character is so great, and I love her accent and how expressive she is. I just really like how she speaks French. It’s interesting to hear accents in other languages. Like, I love Jagged’s American accent too. They have really distinct ways of speaking, and it’s cool to listen to. It’s particularly interesting to note that an Italian accent in French sounds a lot like an Italian accent in English to me.

I got a huge dose of second-hand anxiety when I first watched this episode. ^.^; I’m the kind of person who feels really bad when other people get their feelings hurt or feel embarrassed. I would have been panicking if I were in Marinette’s place and my grandma had gotten me gifts that were no longer age appropriate. I would feel so bad and not want her to feel bad, so I probably would have done what Marinette did and lie to save her feelings. That was really relatable for me.

But Gina seems like a super cool person. It’s nice that she writes Marinette letters, even though she’s not around much. I think it would have been really hard on Tom growing up with a mum like Gina (and a dad like Rolland, but we’ll talk about that when we get there). Gina seems like she would be really interesting as a person, though.

I really like Tom and Sabine working together to get the cake done in time. XD Their teamwork is so cute. I love them as a couple. I can kind of see where Marinette gets her extra-ness. It’s sweet.

Side note: I need to know what this Gabriel Agreste book Mylène got for Marinette is about. XD Did he write it? Is the prose as bad as his Papillon monologues? I need to know, guys. Gabriel would totally write an ego trip autobiography.

Other side note: The tune Befana sings is probably a familiar one. It’s La Donna e Mobile from Verdi’s Rigoletto (the link has Pavarotti singing and the lyrics translated into English). I hate this song with a burning passion. It’s so pretty, but if you listen to the lyrics it’s really disgusting and misogynistic, especially because it’s being sung by a playboy who toys with women’s emotions and forces himself on people. ...But, yeah. I hope I have thoroughly ruined your enjoyment of this lovely piece of music. ^w^ The next time you hear it being used in a commercial, pause and frown and wonder if anyone bothered to look up the lyrics because there’s usually a huge disconnect between the lyrics and the product being marketed. I wonder why the creators picked that tune. I wonder if they associate it with some kind of product it was used in a commercial for.

But back to the episode! I love Chat Noir being extra. He’s such a precious baby, and I love him bantering with Befana. Peak Chat Noir content. I’m just glad that Adrien has this outlet to be a goofball. I also like Adrien calling Plagg “mon vieux”. XD “My little old man” (/affectionate). It’s cute.

And bless the Marichat crumbs this episode. uwu

Speaking of Chat Noir being extra, I love how he, unprovoked, starts singing his lines to the tune of La Donna e Mobile too. XD I also love how Ladybug chimes in when he gets stuck on the rhyme. These two are precious. And look at the fond look on her face. She’s like, “You’re so cringe sometimes, but I love you and will be cringe right along with you because you’re important to me”. Also, Marinette, it hits differently when you call yourself his Lady. XD

Befana gets points for making Papillon say “the magic word”. I don’t think Gabriel has said “please” in a looooong time. XD It looks physically painful for him when he’s saying it.

I also love Chat Noir being like, “Oh, crap. We can’t let her get to the Tower. That’s where I hid Marinette!” 

And then the look on his face when he opens the closet door is like, “Marinette, please don’t be in here”. And the huge sigh of relief afterwards. I love it. I love how Adrien just cares about Marinette and wants her to be okay. And then as Befana goes after the descending elevator and Chat Noir is peering over the edge, hoping to catch some sign of Marinette being okay, his worried face is really cute. He doesn’t relax until Ladybug assures him that Marinette is safe. It’s just very sweet. I love how much time he spends this episode just worrying about Marinette. He forgets to flirt with Ladybug for most of the episode because he’s too busy fretting about Marinette. XD

Again, these two dorks are fabulous. I adore how Adrien went out of his way to make Marinette a handmade gift. It’s so sweet because he really could just buy her something expensive that she’d like, but, instead, he chooses to make something himself because those are the kinds of gifts that Marinette gives, so he knows she’ll appreciate the time and effort he put into it. He might not know it, but he’s trying to speak her love language.

I really like how, at the end, Marinette sneaks off to talk to Tikki and swoon over Adrien’s gift. I like how Marinette tells Tikki that Adrien’s gift is no more weird than Tikki’s (with a teasing wink that I missed the first time I saw this episode). And then Tikki pretends to be offended. The interaction between Tikki and Marinette is super cute.

And then we end with Adrien holding his Marinette lucky charm which he carries around with him always because that’s what friends do. XD But I love how he’s at this party (I think it’s only the third one he’s ever attended in his life if we count the one Nino threw for him while akumatized) and he takes a moment to sneak away and gaze fondly at his Marinette lucky charm. Adrien, what are you doing, you sweet child? XD

Anyway. There was a lot of good stuff in this episode. I enjoyed it.

Thanks for reading! ^.^

[theflopwonder]

Black Tim Drake headcannons nobody asked for by an actual black person cuz I remembered his live action casting and I like projecting

- he's a lil carton of half n half. His mom is black and his dad is white and they were college sweethearts.

- when he was young he wore his hair in a really defined curly afro and his earliest memories are of sitting in between his mothers legs as she styled it for him. She had a special way with her hands to where combing it somehow never hurt.

- In the picture with the Graysons he had his hair in the most adorable little cornrows and Dick complimented them which meant a lot to the little guy at the time

- but when he went to start school, as per the racist dress code, he was forced to cut it and that was his first heartbreak.

- he wore a simple ceaser cut until he became robin and his mom died. When he transferred into public school where they dont give a fuck he cut it into a hightop fade while his dad was in a coma cuz Kendrick Lamar had just broken into the mainstream at the time n he wanted to follow the trend but also as a way to honor his mother

- the overall amount of black people he was exposed to was very limited due to the schools he was placed in, so he dealt with plenty microagressions (and internalized antiblackness he worked through it tho) His mother was never ashamed of her race but she grew up relatively well off in the suburbs and was new money so thus, her ideas of "the best schools" were heavily influenced by white academia standards.

- Jack was one of those "I don't see color" parents so he doesn't realize how important it is for Tim to be around his culture and as a result, Tim is a little unaware. Could only name maybe 3 cookout songs TOPS off the dome. Maybe 4 if you play it by ear. Public school was *definitely* a culture shock.

-now once Tim got used to Young Justice antics he's down for the ride most of the time. But every once in a while they would just do something a little too wacky and him and Anita would always, without fail, find each others eyes and give *that* look to each other

- he considered locing up his hair because given his .... extracurriculars the low maintenence of it appealed to him but Jack and his unconscious bias said no

- he was one of those kids who loved anime .... like was OBSESSED with Naruto, Dragon Ball n Bleach specifically. Parents bought him merch, he naruto ran until middle school, the whole nine yards.

- also probably had a real HEAVY street fighter video game phase

- when he went to public school and started being around more people who looked like him he definitely practiced using slang in the mirror to fit in but had enough dignity to realize how fucking stupid it sounded and just decided to be himself in the end.

- I think that's something he'd end up discussing with Cass at certain points too, wanting to learn about their respective cultures but having no idea where to start

- ppl try to say he looks racially ambiguous and maybe from a certain angle with the mask on, possibly but for the most part, no. he's just lightskin.

- had a supereme and a champion phase. also owns a Gucci belt just because.

- had a sneakerhead phase too till his dad went broke then he just kinda ... tapered off from it (all his shoes are creased now)

- has definitely asked a villain (most likely the riddler) who was in paris.

- has also pulled the "did you just call me a slur" line at multiple criminals. Bruce and Dick have both told him to stop but the faces of terror every time. Worth it.

- his music taste is so chaotic, not because it's bad or anything but because there's literally everything on it. His shuffle will go from Outkast to My Chemical Romance to Carrie Underwood, to Mary J Blige to The Neighborhood he has to queue up a playlist before he gets handed the aux it's that wild.

- but despite all that he still can't fucking dance past a two step which frustrates him bc he definitely has rhythm his body just hates him

- his favorite Kanye album (which says a lot about a person .... trust me) is 808s and Heartbreak but he had a really intense Yeezus phase once

- during red robin era he couldn't bring himself to get to a barber but he also couldn't spend much time on his hair and let's just say cowls and coarse curls do not mix SO he would just throw it into the most sloppy braids for a month n call it a day.

- by the time he started at Wayne Enterprises it was the longest he had his hair since he was child. Everyone said it suited him, but god it was so much fucking work to maintain now that he was public figure and had to look good every second, so he kept the top extra fluffy but faded the sides again as a compromise.

- Kon teasted him relentlessly for stealing his old look.

[send-me-your-hcs]

Mafia boss Tony sends his son Peter away at a young age to live with his aunt and uncle. Every month he goes to visit his son. Maybe he takes Peter somewhere nice like the movies or Central Park. Without fail, their nights together always ends with Tony balls deep in a sobbing Peter. A support check arrives for Peter the next morning.

Oh fuck me I love this prompt. Ty anon

Warnings: Age unspecified Peter but IMPLIED very underage, incest, noncon, creepy dark bio dad!Tony, DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT.

“You’ve grown.”

The boy sinks lower in his chair, attempting to hide behind the other side of the table. He still hasn’t looked Tony in the eyes once since he picked him up from the Parkers’. It goes beyond Peter’s regular shyness - the boy is fidgety, morose. A typical teenager, maybe. Except that he’s not.

When Tony gives him an impatient look, Peter meekly shrugs, responding without responding. He’s always been a very quiet boy, but the silent treatment is especially irritating. Tony takes a sip of his wine in an attempt to crush the feeling. Their visit’s only just begun. It’s too early to fight.

When the waiter comes to refill his glass, Tony says, “And one for him, too.” Peter looks up, shocked, adorably concerned, but the waiter doesn’t bat an eye as he fills the empty wine glass beside his iced tea. This isn’t the first time Tony’s brought his son here. Even if it had been, everyone knows they’d lose a lot more than Tony’s business if they dared refuse his request.

Peter stares at the glass once the waiter leaves. Tony smiles at him as he sips his own, but the boy’s gaze is fixated. “Drink up,” he orders softly, watching the worry deepen on Peter’s handsome face. He doesn’t move. “Drink it, Peter.”

The boy’s hands shake as he lifts the heavy glass to his lips. Everything about it reminds Tony how young his son is - the way his face scrunches up at the taste, the way he carefully lifts the glass by the bowl with both hands, not trusting himself to use the stem. The way his hands look terribly, unbelievably small, his fingers short and thin as they wrap around the wide bowl beneath the rim. He truly is just a little slip of a thing. Bigger than last month, sure, he’s at that age. But only just starting the long ascent into adulthood.

It’s only been a month since they last saw each other, but already, Peter’s hand-me-down clothes are fitting just a little better than they were before, not as loose and baggy around the ankles, not hanging as low down his thighs. The Parkers tried to dress him up, as they always do, but they seem to have some aversion to using Tony’s money to buy his son nice things. The button-up shirt and dress slacks they wrapped him in are clearly Ben’s, trimmed and hemmed amateurishly to fit tighter on Peter’s skinny body. Any charm the look has is only attributed to the fact that it’s Peter wearing it.

“Apparently I need to take you shopping,” Tony muses, mostly to himself. “Drink, Peter. We’ll have a different wine when dinner is served.”

Peter takes a long, deep breath through his nose and lifts the glass to his lips again, then steels himself and gulps the rest of the burgundy liquid down. Tony chuckles, pointedly not mentioning that the alcohol is going to hit him much faster now, and lets the boy go back to sulking, tense and silent, in his chair.

—

After dinner, Tony loads a wobbly, light-headed Peter into his car and drives him to the Hall of Science. Peter is a little more animated as they walk around and take everything in, but Tony suspects that’s mostly the alcohol’s doing. The boy still hasn’t said much and he shies away when Tony wraps an arm around his shoulders, flinching at the contact. Tony buys him a little souvenir at the giftshop and ruffles Peter’s hair when the boy mumbles a quiet thank you.

They don’t say a word on the drive to the hotel. Peter’s never once asked why Tony doesn’t bring him to the penthouse during their visits, and Tony’s in no hurry to tell him. If the Parkers have told his son what he truly does for a living, behind the scenes, Peter’s never acted differently for it. He’s still the same sullen little boy he’s always been.

The room Tony rented is a bright and vast penthouse suite that costs more money per night than the Parkers pay for their monthly mortgage. The California King bed stands in the middle of the main room like a centerpiece, drawing your gaze to it as soon as you walk through the door. Tony suspects that’s not the reason Peter hasn’t taken his wide eyes off it. He stays huddled in the foyer, fidgeting with the toy Tony bought him at NYSCI, looking terribly lost.

Tony pours himself a glass of scotch at the bar and pulls his tie free from his neck. “Come here, Peter,” he calls gently, watching the boy teeter and debate whether or not he should obey. In the end, he knows there’s nowhere else to go. He keeps his head down as he shuffles his feet forward into the room, like he’s dragging himself towards his father.

Tony sips his drink and looks the boy over. He’s growing up. Every month he gets more beautiful, his features filling out to define his gentle face. If he resembles anyone in their family, it’s Tony’s own mother, with that soft head of hair and big, dark bambi eyes.

He cups the boy’s chin, thumbing over his bottom lip. Peter’s eyes are already glazing over with tears. It makes Tony’s skin itch, all the little hairs on the back of his neck standing on end. Peter has always been so receptive to him. Always reacting. Feeling. Submitting.

He takes the back of the boy’s head to hold him still, grip tightening ever so slightly as he leans down and kisses him.

—

Harsh, labored breaths ghost over the pillows Peter’s face is buried in. Tony trails kisses over his shoulder blades, hips still gently rocking as he rides out his orgasm. Peter’s knuckles are bone-white as they clutch the sheets, strangling the soft material for all he’s worth.

Tony pants against his son’s back. The silky clutch around his softening cock is absolutely divine; warm and dripping wet where they’re still sealed together. Peter’s back trembles as he struggles to hold in his hiccuping sobs, making his tight skin dance across Tony’s lips.

“My good boy,” Tony sighs happily against Peter’s glistening skin. He kisses him again and grinds his hips against Peter’s ass, grinning when the boy whines and shivers. “Did you get off, honey? Did you come for Daddy?”

Peter gives him a stiff, curt nod, but when Tony wedges a hand beneath his hips to his pelvis, he finds his cock still hard, the tip leaking. He clicks his tongue in disapproval and wraps his hand around the boy’s shaft. “Peter. Why are you lying to me? It’s obvious you didn’t come.”

“I don’t want to,” Peter slurs into his pillow, pleading. “I just wanna go to sleep now, Dad, please.”

“That would be rude,” Tony scolds, pulling back so he can roll the boy over. Peter is quick to bury his face in his arms, trying to hide his tears, as if it’s the first time he’s ever cried during sex, and not the norm. “Let Daddy make you feel good.”

The whimper that leaves Peter’s pink little mouth when Tony swallows him down is gorgeous. He encourages Peter’s hips to rock upwards, rutting against his face, until the broken sobs turn to pleasure-filled groans. Tony trails his lips up to the head of Peter’s pretty little cock and back down, sucking hard, smiling when Peter’s hips stutter, his orgasm fast approaching.

He pulls back in time to let the boy finish all over his cute little belly. Peter’s labored breaths return to quiet sobs, his teeth sinking into his bottom lip hard enough to pierce the skin. “Don’t do that,” Tony says, pulling Peter’s lip from his teeth with the pad of his thumb. “You’ll leave a mark, Pete.”

Peter drops his arms from his face. His eyes stay glassy with tears and glued to the ceiling as Tony wipes the come from their bodies with Ben’s old dress shirt.

“I’m going to give you a little extra this month,” Tony says as he tosses the filthy shirt away. “I want you to use it to buy something nice to wear for next time. Don’t let May talk you into buying something big enough to grow into - I’m going to give you extra for a tailor, too. I want you to see one before I pick you up next month. Got it?”

Peter says nothing, his gaze still stuck to the ceiling. The goddamn silent treatment. Tony snaps his fingers in front of the boy’s face and says, “Pe-ter. I’m talking to you. Did you hear what I just said?”

A shiver wracks the boy’s body. He turns his wet-eyed gaze back to Tony’s face and nods, sullenly.

“Good. And you’re going to be a good boy and do as Daddy says?”

There’s a beat of hesitation. Then another nod, Peter’s lips parting so he can softly mutter, “Yes, Daddy,” before closing his eyes and turning away.

[morbidly-malicious-muffins]

What Kind of Music Slashers Would Vibe to Headcanons♪

This little thing popped into my head. Fyi, the canon timelines are thrown out the window for this so... Yeah.

Bring forth the bop~

RZ Michael Myers

"Let my weapons be your children, let my armies be your damned. Try to suffer on in silence, try to stop me if you can." --- This Cold Black by Slipknot

I think he'd really enjoy metal in general. I can totally see him unknowingly stomping to some Marilyn Manson and Meshuggah, though the lyrics and message probably will just fly over his head.

He listens to some heavy shit, but probably all the more mainstream bands/artists.

The loudness and organized chaos of the genre fills the void in his soul and reflects the state of his mind, despite his stoic and non-verbal outer demeanor.

Someone please do everyone a favor and introduce Michael to some death metal. Admit it, it really fits his aesthetic.

This is just based on speculation, but I suspect a 70% possibility of RZ Michael resonating with Cannibal Corpse. Fight me.

He hates classical music with a burning passion. Back in Smith's Grove, they played Bach's Air Sul G on tap. (its canon in the first movie lmao) He hates it. Mikey no likey.

Freddy Krueger

"No stop signs, speed limit, nobody's gonna slow me down. Like a wheel, gonna spin it, nobody's gonna mess me around." --- Highway to Hell, by AC/DC

Freddy listens to classic rock, period.

This guy is ngl a supporter of music taste discrimination. You listen to pop? Disgusting. You listen to Jazz? Disgusting. Classic rock is the epitome of all music.

He'll call you music-related slurs you never knew existed.

As stubborn adamant as Freddy is, he does harbor some guilty pleasures, including 70's hair metal and glam rock. Pshh. What a heckin hypocrite.

Some of his all time favorites are Guns N' Roses, Led Zeppelin, Van Halen, and AC/DC.

(Basic bitch)

*Hip thrust movements to go with his 'The Sprinkler' dance moves, Welcome to the Jungle by Guns N' Roses blasting in the background*

OG Michael Myers

He doesn't listen to music, but if he did, he would probably enjoy Jazz.

Michael only listens to Miles Davis because he enjoys his music and can't be bothered to discover more artists.

Oml Michael I know Miles Davis is amazing but don't neglect other iconic artists plzzz. Someone please make him listen to some Teddy Wilson and/or Dave Brubeck.

I imagine him sitting stiff-straight on a rocking chair (he just likes how it moves), knife in his lap, rocking and zoning-out relaxing to 'Blue in Green'. (I love that piece)

#AfterHeFinallyKillsLaurie

#RetirementGoals

He also hates classical music because of the same reason as RZ Myers. Seriously, if either of them so much as hears the opening chord of Air Sul G, expect the speaker to be stomped to a pulp in a split second.

Bubba Sawyer

Alright let's all be honest with ourselves... 70's pop and country is Bubba's shit.

Look me in the face and tell me he wouldn't adore ABBA, The Jackson 5, and Dolly Parton. Thats right you can't

Everytime 'Dancing Queen' starts playing on the radio, Bubba will drop everything and start busting down.

Ain't nothing and nobody stoppin him. Drayton is powerless against the supreme sovereignty that is ABBA.

But let's also appreciate the fact that our Bubster can motherfuckin get down. *wipes sweat from forehead + heart eyes*

He would also do passionate lip sync with his heart and soul, to Dolly Parton's 'I Will Always Love You'.

50% chance of him starting to cry right after he finishes his earnest performance.

*Holding Bubba in your arms, rubbing comforting circles on his back as he bawls hysterically, incoherently babbling on about how much he loves you*

I also feel for some reason he'd really like Joan Jett & The Blackhearts.

Thomas Hewitt

"For one moment, I wish you'd hold your stage, with no feelings at all. Open minded, I'm sure I used to be so free." --- Citizen Erased by Muse

Y'know what I have a hard time imagining the type of music Tommy listens to. Kutos, Mr. Hewitt, you have defeated me.

siKE

(This is where I yeet the timeline out of the window y'all)

Thomas enjoys Muse, Evanescence, and Radiohead. (Fight me)

He just loves how emotional their songs are. He'd have one earbud in as he works away at his projects for hours. The music helps him concentrate, it is also a source of emotional support to him.

Hearing the heart-wretching lyrical content of 'Lost in Paradise' performed so beautifully by Amy Lee's angellic voice is really comforting to him. It's like hearing about another person's experiences. It makes him feel less alone in dealing with his emotional and mental turmoils and burdens.

The first time Thomas heard 'Creep' by Radiohead, he almost cried.

He also listens to My Chemical Romance sometimes. He only knows the Black Parade album, but he loves it. If 'Creep' didn't make him cry, listening to that entire album from top to bottom sure did. He started sobbing half-way through 'Famous Last Words'.

Tommy is emotional boi 🥺

Brahms Heelshire

C l a s s i c a l

No matter how stinky Brahms is, you can't tell me that he's not classy.

Schubert is his bitch. Schubert's style tends to be quite majestic and/or dreamy, (generally) and can change color/sound very abruptly yet appropriately. (This is just my opinion based on experience with Schubert's pieces, but then I only know his piano pieces soo) (let's still cue that maestoso to scherzando transition)

But of course, Schubert isn't the only thing he listens to. He prefers the romantic period, so Mendelssohn, Rachmaninoff, Chopin, Shostakovich, Brahms, Schumann, you get the gist, all the staples. Oh yeah Elgar too. To be a proud English lad.

*Brahms swaying in the living room with the grace of a baby giraffe, engrossed in the beautiful melodies in Schumann's Kinderszenen.*

(Oml please check out 'Von fremden Landern und Manschen' and 'Kind im Einschlummern') (For those who play piano, they aren't that difficult too totally recommend) (Ok sorry I'm done now)

Brahms would totally waltz around alone to Chopin's waltzes and nocturnes.

Oh yeah apart from that classy shit, he likes to jam to meme songs.

"Hey now, you're an all star, get your game on, go play---"

*cut to Brahms passionately fortnite dancing*

Listens to The Strange Man Who Sings About Dead Animals for a good laugh. (Please, all of his songs are gold)

Vincent Sinclair

He'll have 'emo' and 'classical' with a side of metal, thanks.

I headcanon that Vinny McWaxy is an INFJ, so the boy is likely prone to crippling existentialism. It would make sense for some aspects of his music taste to reflect that.

*cut to Vincent sitting rock-still on his workbench/stool, hands hover in mid-air, staring straight ahead, some John Cage piece playing*

You'll never hear this from Vincent but he enjoys sexy-time music. He has this whole erotic playlist he listens to while working. (Boy likes to feel sexy on the job, I respect that.)

I think its pretty much canon that Vinny loves MCR. (Hello fellow emo piece of shit 👋) His favorites are everything by them really. A hardcore fan. He used to have MCR, P!ATD, and 30 Seconds to Mars posters plastered everywhere in his workshop until he had to remove them all to add to the intimidation factor of his waxy hell for passer-bys. For the record, he is very gay for Frank Iero.

On the metal part of his spectrum is mostly classic metal, groove metal, and thrash/heavy metal.

Rammstein, Pantera, Vildhjarta, new and old Metallica, Dream Theatre, Coheed and Cambria. His bitches.

He also uses music to scare victims when bringing them down to his workshop. *cue horror movie soundtracks*

*KI KI KI MA MA MA*

Is a whore for the dramatics when in a good mood.

*Lacrimosa by Mozart plays as he makes a point to bring the wax painfully slowly down toward a drowsy and petrified victim*

A lament for your upcoming death, pitiful human.

Bo Sinclair

"The day has come for all us sinners, if you're not a servant you'll be struck to the ground." -- Beast and The Harlot by Avenged Sevenfold

Bastard boy is into dad-music™. (same)

Dad rock, classic rock, pop punk, punk rock, old school pop, his shit.

He listens to a lot of the same bands as Freddy, but Bo (generally) doesn't discriminate and explores a more diverse variety of music.

Its a fandom canon that Bo loves Avenged Sevenfold. I totally agree.

A7x is the perfect amount of cynical, political, and shred for Beauregard, (I hc that ge hates his full name so plz don't ever call him Beauregard)

He listens to the radio whenever he's at work. Whatever that might be.

Will NEVER admit it, but he thinks Vinny's music taste is dope as hell.

He'll turn off the radio just to strain his ears to listen to Vincent's music downstairs. No one will ever know that though. You don't.

Actually likes classical music too. Its not one of his main genres but there's one piece he really likes, Second Movement of Shostakovich Piano Concerto No. 2 in F Major.

He never thought he'd enjoy this type of music. Its so.... Calm. He discovered that piece from Vinny's playlist. When he first heard it on his brother's speaker, he fell in love. It was one of the extremely rare cases in which he'd be committed enough to ask Vinny the name of the music.

Tiny shuffle for man-kind, huge fuckin step for Bo. Good job Bo, we're proud of you.

Also pleeeeeaaase message me or request stuff, I'm bored and have little inspiration 🦊

I might do a pt2 of this, since I didn't write many of the boys and gals🤷‍♀️

Also sorry if I've neglected some genres/artists (Like i've neglected non-piano classical pieces.... Bc ya girl is just a pianist), a person can't know everything😗

---Zali 🖤

[rfamess]

This cured my boredom for a little bit. Was making a few new music playlists and thought.. hmm. I wonder what kind of music the RFA listens to? So, I made this. For no reason at all.

What Kind of Music the RFA + V/Saeran Listen To:

Saeyoung/707:

- (I always see people writing that he’d listen to all star or other cringe meme songs because that’s what seems to be his entire personality, but I like to think he has more substance than that and listens to songs that don’t have to do with memes.)

- He definitely listens to rap/hip-hop.

- Can you not imagine him driving down the road in his cars, windows down, music blasting?

- He listens to his music uber loud in his headphones while working.

- His favorite artist is probably Tyler the creator, i mean, how could you not love him.

- Listens to Mac Miller when he’s sad :(

PLAYLIST:

Who Dat Boy - Tyler the Creator

Stutter - Freddie Dredd

Evil Fantasy - Freddie Dredd

Sweatpants - Childish Gambino

Bounce - Logic

Dead Wrong - Notorious B.I.G.

Movement - Oliver Tree

Stick to Your Guns - Watsky

Both - Gucci Mane

No Sleep Till Brooklyn - Beastie Boys

Can I Kick It - A Tribe Called Quest

No Limit - G Easy

Circles - Mac Miller

Broke Bitch - TMG (lol)

Bonfire - Childish Gambino

I THINK - Tyler the Creator

Good News - Mac Miller

I - Kendrick Lamar

FACE - Brockhampton

King Kunta - Kendrick Lamar

Lovely Things Suite: Knots - Watsky

Zen:

- (Similar to Saeyoung, I don’t believe Zens entire personality revolves around musicals, he probably doesn’t listen to them that often imo.)

- I like to think he’s a... well rounded individual when it comes to music

- Listens to anything and everything.

- I could see him listening to the same music as Seven, but is also very into 70s-90s rock like the Red Hot Chili Peppers and the like.

- He runs listening to all of his music on shuffle and doesn’t have a specific playlist so there’s never a certain vibe to it— it really is all over the place.

- In addition to Seven’s playlist, here’s Zen’s

PLAYLIST:

Funny Face - Red Hot Chili Peppers

Santeria - Sublime

Badfish - Sublime

The Luck You Got - The High Strung

Dedicated to the One I Love - The Mamas and the Papas

Heart of Glass - Blondie

Come as You Are - Nirvana

Brown Eyed Girl - Van Morrison

Machu Picchu - The Strokes

Dirty Harry - Gorillaz

Love of Your Life - Red Hot Chili Peppers

The Adults Are Talking - The Strokes

Bailee - The Licks

Where is my Mind - Pixies

Hurt Like Mine - The Black Keys

Gap - The Kooks

Give it Away - Red Hot Chili Peppers

Take Me Out - Franz Ferdinand

Hoops - The Rubens

Conquest - The White Stripes

Ten Cent Pistol - The Black Keys

Yoosung:

- Yoosung likes more upbeat music, maybe more new age/alternative pop

- Listens to music every time he tries to study, but usually get distracted by it and starts to sing along instead of actually doing his work

- Is probably trying to branch out of his style, Seven and Zen try to convince him to listen to their favorite genres

- The three of them always argue about who has the best taste in music lol

- He’s constantly wondering if his music is “manly” enough (it’s okay yoosung it’s just music)

- If this dude gets drunk and hears any of this music he goes absolutely wild and dances all over the place

PLAYLIST:

Bambi - Hippocampus

Turn - the Wombats

Paris - Magic Man

Chronic Sunshine - Cosmo Pike

Death of a Bachelor - Panic! At the Disco

Silvertongue - Young the Giant

Brazil - Declan McKenna

Unbelievers - Vampire Weekend

Baseball - Hippocampus

Australia - The Shins

Prune, You Talk Funny - Gus Dapperton

Honeypie - JAWNY

Alien Boy - Oliver Tree

Satellite - Guster

So Young - Portugal. The Man

Blinding Lights - The Weeknd

Circles - Post Malone

Unbearably White - Vampire Weekend

Tiny Umbrella - Coast Modern

Way it Goes - Hippocampus

Electric Feel - MGMT

Jumin:

- this guy has 2 modes and that’s it: classical bitch or music that has words

- He appreciates the fine art of classical music and listens to it when he has work to get done or when he’s trying to relax.

- If he’s in a good mood he’ll put on a playlist that includes “music with actual lyrics!”

- It’s a dad playlist. Billy Joel, Billy Joel, Billy Joel, Elton John, The Beatles, Billy Joel.

- He likes Billy Joel. Jumin has a dad personality you can’t convince me otherwise lol

- He tried to branch out but can get very picky in his interests. “I don’t like this guitar riff— change it”

- Either way his 2 modes are apparent in his playlists

PLAYLIST:

Dreams - Fleetwood Mac

California Dreamin’ - The Mamas and the Papas

Don’t Ask Me Why - Billy Joel

Starman - David Bowie

Miss You - The Rolling Stones

Dancing in the Moonlight - King Harvest

Come and Get Your Love - Redbone

It’s Too Late - Carole King

Movin’ Out - Billy Joel

A Horse With No Name - America

I Want to Hold Your Hand - The Beatles

Honky Cat - Elton John

Vienna - Billy Joel

The Stranger - Billy Joel

Waltz in A Minor - Chopin

Hungarian Dance No. 5 in G Minor - Brahms

Waltz No. 7 in C Sharp Minor, Op. 64, No. 2 - Chopin

Souvenir de Paganini - Chopin

Solfeggietto in C Minor - Bach

Prelude in B Minor, Op. 32, No. 10 - Rachmaninoff

IV. Allegro Molto From Quartet - Yo-Yo Ma

La Fille Aux Cheveux de Lin - Debussy

Porz Goret - Yann Tiersen

Carnival of the Animals: VII. Aquarium - Camille Saint-Saëns

Carnival of the Animals: XIII. The Swan - Camille Saint-Saëns

Jaehee:

- We all know her obsession with Musicals (specifically zens)

- Other than this she listens to...well honestly I don’t know

- Her music doubles as something she can get hyped up with and something she can listen to to relax.

- She loves to dance, so a lot of her songs and just songs that she’ll never be able to refuse to move her feet to!

- She likes the old classics and then she likes Doja Cat. Lizzo? Queen.

- She’s a barb let’s be real please. you can never convince me that she’s not

PLAYLIST:

Adore You - Harry Styles

She - Harry Styles

Call Me - Blondie

Starships - Nicki Minaj

Hey Mickey - Toni Basil

Juice - Lizzo

Say So - Doja Cat

Voulez-Vous - ABBA

Waterloo - ABBA

Cuz I Love You - Lizzo

Killing Me Softly With His Song - Roberta Flack (LOL the memories associated with this song after Killing Stalking..... hahahaha BUT ITS STILL A GREAT SONG!)

Only - Nicki Minaj

Boss Bitch - Doja Cat

Go Your Own Way - Fleetwood Mac

Beez in the Trap - Nicki Minaj

Woman - Harry Styles

9 to 5 - Dolly Parton

Blame it on the Boogie - Michael Jackson

One Way or Another - Blondie

Tia Tamera - Doja Cat

Truth Hurts - Lizzo

V:

- indie boy indie boy indie boy indie boy

- Cmon just look at him he’s an indie boy

- If you’ve ever met a film student that gatekeeps music, they have the same exact taste but V won’t say shit to make you feel stupid. It’s just music bruv

- If you’ve ever been to an indie concert you know the fuckin dance you know what I’m talking about. he does that.

- Rolls a joint, pops the music off and he paints, does photography, whatever. Either way he straight vibes every single time the tunes come on.

- Low key thinks he has the best music taste. that’s just how dem indie kids roll let’s be real here.

- For some reason knows everything about every type of music. will spew facts about artists and songs at random

PLAYLIST:

Shuggie - Foxygen

Necessary Evil - Unknown Mortal Orchestra

Homage - Mild High Club

Another One - Mac DeMarco

Plants - Crumb

What Once Was - Her’s

Heart and My Car - Summer Salt

Cottage Roads - The Walters

Moonlight on the River - Mac DeMarco

Work This Time - King Gizzard and the Lizard Wizard

Like Yesterday - Paul Cherry

Call it Fate, Call it Karma - The Strokes

Knowhere - Nick DeLaurentis

Escargot Blues - Guantánamo Bay Surf Club

A Side / B Side - Tipling Rock

Dark Red - Steve Lacy

That I Miss You - Vansire

Top Tier Love - Lonely Benson

Driving to Hawaii - Summer Salt

Taking Up Space - Mustard Service

She’s the Only One - King Guru

Saeran:

- emo boy emo boy emo boy

- We all know it

- As much as I’d love to say he listens to heavy death metal, there’s a part of my mind saying NO he’s not like that.

- Well he is, but he’s got more than a few single interest

- Probably listens to Nirvana, Cage the Elephant, anything similar

- Is always trying to listen to new music

- Kind of sick of Seven blasting his music all the time and listens to the opposite of hip hop whenever possible

- Honestly enjoys all types of music, but sticks to his favorites

PLAYLIST:

- All Apologies - Nirvana

- Angel of Small Death and the Codeine Scene - Hozier

- Soma - The Strokes

- Black Madonna - Cage the Elephant

- Hysteria - Muse

- Why’d You Only Call Me When You’re High - Arctic Monkeys

- I Got Mine - The Black Keys

- Supermassive Black Hole - Muse

- Under the Bridge - Red Hot Chili Peppers

- Back Against the Wall - Cage the Elephant

- Creep - Radiohead

- Heart Shaped Box - Nirvana

- Demon Days - Gorillaz

- Bulls on Parade - Rage Against The Machine

- Matador - The Buttertones

- Holiday - Green Day

- RIP - The Licks

- London Calling - The Clash

- Loser - Beck

- What I Got - Sublime

[henryspearl]

7. exhausted parents kiss prompt?

Hey!! Sorry this has taken so long. I finally found motivation for the perfect piece to match this prompt!

At last. Callum let out a relieved sigh as he rested his hands against the side of the wooden cot as he peered down at his baby boy who was sleeping soundly. Although both Callum and Ben had spent hours trying to settle their nine month old son as he was going through the teething stage and was trying everything to get him to go to sleep, Callum could not stop the soft smile that pulled at his lips. His precious baby Freddie looked so peaceful as he curled up in his cot with a fluffy cosy pale blue blanket, laying on his side and sucking his thumb continuously. Callum hated to hear Freddie cry. He could only wish that he could take the pain away. But now he is fast asleep, letting his imagination run wild in whatever dreams babies have, it was like Freddie was never in pain or unhappy at all. 

Callum reached out towards the toy monkey that was sat in the corner of the cot and laid it nearer to Freddie to make sure that he could reach out and grab it without making a fuss, hopefully. God forbid if Freddie had to sleep without his monkey. One time when Phil babysat while Ben and Callum were on date night, Ben had forgotten to pack the toy monkey in Freddie’s bag and Freddie practically screamed the Mitchell house down. This resulted in them having to quickly grab the bill at the Chinese restaurant they were dining at and rush back to fetch their son. The perfect date.

Callum ran the back of his index finger down Freddie’s smooth cheek, instantly feeling warm inside at the touch of his baby’s skin against his finger. “Sleep tight mate,” he whispers gently, careful not to wake him before silently padding across the nursery making sure that the night light is switched on before turning off the main light. Callum could see through the curtains how the dark blue of night was slowly toning down to a lighter shade. 

Callum rubbed his eye feeling mentally and physically drained as he entered the main bedroom to find Ben in their bed with no top and one of his legs that was dressed in navy shorts, poking out of the duvet. He was sleeping lightly because as soon as Callum closed the bedroom door, his eyes jolted open.

“He’s finally asleep,” Callum says groggily, as he makes his way across to the bed and practically falls into the covers. 

“Ah well done babe,” Ben commends, tucking his body back into the duvet. He rubbed his hands over his face and let out an exasperated sigh, “Tell you what, I’m so glad that we don’t have Lex tonight, last thing I would want is to drive her to school because she hardly got any sleep and didn't get up on time.”

“Yeah,” Callum smiled thoughtfully as he nestled the back of his head in his pillow, still not quite believing that the little girl who danced to Little Mix with her dad was now in her last year of primary school. “Although with Lex, it’s any excuse really so she doesn’t have to walk these days.” He let out a soft chuckle. 

Ben scoffed humorously, “Yeah.” 

Ben looked over to find Callum looking ahead sadly, like he was in a daze. “You alright?” 

Callum shrugged, “Yeah I’m fine, I just hate to see him in pain you know, and I can’t do anything about it.” He admits, looking down and playing with his fingers aimlessly.

Ben quickly reached out and grabbed hold of the hands that Callum held together, “Hey, you’re an amazing dad. Freddie’s lucky to have ya. Lexi’s lucky to have ya.  I’m lucky to have ya,” he swallowed.

“Oh so you finally agree on how lucky you are,” Callum’s eyes glint with playfulness. Callum’s expression turns warm and soft and loving, he is looking at Ben like he could not be more in love with this man even if he tried. Ben was truly the love of his life. “You’re an amazing dad too, Ben. The best.” 

“I wouldn’t say the best,” Ben chuckled, his cheeks tingeing a slight shade of pink. “You seem to forget that I didn’t bring Lexi up from birth, not even when I came out of prison, I left it all to Lola until Lexi was 5.” 

“Yeah but you have been there for her since,” Callum reminded him softly. “Lexi adores you, she’s a right daddy’s little girl.”

Ben smiled sadly, “That will always be one of my biggest regrets you know,” he confides in Callum, the only person who he can lay his flaws out on the table to and knew he would never judge him. “Not being there when Lexi was a baby. I thought she would be better off without me. After my friend Abi died, it changed me and I wanted to be there and be a part of Lexi’s life. I wanted her to have a dad. The day I got shot and thought I was going to die…”

“Don’t talk about that,” Callum cut in hastily, the experience still cutting through him painfully at the thought of all the potential missed chances he could have had with Ben if he had died. 

“Sorry,” Ben smiled timidly. “Anyway, I thought even if I died or say one day if I got hit by a bus, at least Lexi would know that she had a dad who loved her with all his being and was there for her until the end.” 

“And Lexi does know that, and so does Freddie,” Callum tells him, running his fingers through Ben’s short brown hair. “Even though he’s a baby and has only just managed to say the word dadda.” 

“I bet Freddie loves you more though,” Ben adds playfully, “with all the creative snacks you make him shaped as animals and the Teletubbies.” 

Callum smiles. It’s a tired smile but he cannot help but smile brilliantly, his dimples evidently on display. “I don’t think that’s true, don’t think I don’t hear you sing to him when you don’t think I hear when I’m in the shower or upstairs or in the kitchen.” 

Ben blushes furiously bright pink and coughs distractedly, “I think it’s time we got some sleep now,” he says quickly and shuffles under the covers to get comfortable. “Baby sleeps, we sleep remember.” He turns to look over at the digital clock that is sat at the bedside table. “And I have to be up in 2 and a half hours,” he winces painfully. 

“I’ll make you coffee in a big thermal mug to go,” Callum confirms. “And I’ll run you a bubble batch and book in an early night for when you get home.” 

A lovingly wide smile falls on Ben’s lips, still not quite believing that this man laying beside him was his, forever. He leans forward and despite the tiredness looming heavily over his eyelids, plants a kiss on Callum’s lips, drowning in them and he kisses with nothing but pure devotion. It was the perfect kiss between exhausted parents where Ben had to force his lips to part. 

“You certainly know the way to my heart, Highway,” Ben smiles happily, looking up into Callum’s stunning blue eyes. 

Callum smiles, lifting his left hand up and wriggling his fingers. A silver wedding band was shining proudly on his ring finger, “Highway-Mitchell.” He emphasises.

Ben felt his heart skip leaping, welcoming that warm fuzzy feeling inside that feels like home, which you only feel when you are madly and utterly besotted with your husband. He lifts his left hand up and slots it in Callum’s hand, fitting perfectly like a missing piece of a jigsaw, like it was always meant to be there. Ben’s wedding band was shimmering alongside Callum’s, connecting like a magnet, a significant bond fizzing like fireworks that can only be exchanged between two soulmates.

“Always darlin’.”

[whitecatindisguise]

I’ll Be Right Here

So this idea is once again, my own brain prompt. And, it's a gift for my bff here, @thecinnamonroll-varian. Hope you like it 😊

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It was late. Varian was lying on his bed, hidden beneath the covers. Ruddiger curled next to him, purring softly in sleep.

The boy petted him absent-mindedly. A quiet ping from his left startled him.

He turned over and reached for his phone, the screen lighting up the makeshift fort he created. His lips formed a small smile, as he saw who the message was from.

Blondie0512: Hey, you awake?

He chuckled as he typed the reply, his fingers dancing on the keyboard.

Alchemist0324: I see you are :p

Blondie0512: Stayed too late. Inspiration hit and I had to make use of it.

Blondie0512: [Picture]

Blondie0512: What do you think?

Varian stared at the screen of his phone. The picture showed yet another painting Rapunzel did. She was really talented, he’d give her that. It was Eugene, standing proud in his Captain uniform.

The man was promoted not so long ago, working really hard to get where he was now. Varian smiled. He could really see the amount of love and adoration that radiated from the painting.

Alchemisti0324: Looks great.

Blondie0512: Thanks :)

Blondie0512: ... so...

Blondie0512: How are you feeling...?

Varian’s breath hitched as he read the question. His grip on the phone hardened. He knew it was coming. She was too observant to let it pass.

Alchemist0324: ...

Alchemist0324: I’m in the mood again...

Blondie0512: ... Is your dad home?

Alchemist0324: No. He has a night shift.

Alchemist0324: Don’t worry, though. It will pass.

Blondie0512: I’m just worried about you, Var...

Alchemist0324: Ruddiger is here.

Blondie0512: If you say so...

Varian stared at the screen. He didn’t know what to say. After a minute he locked the phone and put it away.

Ruddiger shifted next to him and he put his hand on the soft fur. It always seemed to calm him down, when he got in the mood. The raccoon, as if sensing his discomfort, shuffled closer and snuggled under his arm.

The boy didn’t know how long did he lay like that. Unmoving, lost in thoughts. Another ping shook him awake. He reached for the phone and stared at the screen, confused.

Blondie0512: Open the window.

Surprised, he sat up, Ruddiger waking up at the sudden movement.

Blondie0512: Var, it’s cold. Open the window.

Shocked, he jumped down from the bed and ran for the window, pushing it open. There, on the tree just outside his window, sitting on one of the branches, was Rapunzel.

“Finally.” She said as she took a step back and jumped.

Varian let out a startled scream as she fell, but she grabbed for his windowsill and quickly climbed inside, closing the window behind her.

“Brr, it’s freezing out there.” She shivered a little, hugging herself.

“What are you doing here?” The boy managed to choke out. Ruddiger chittered from his bed, as surprised as his owner.

“I just figured you might need some company.” She replied, reaching for the bag dangling from her shoulder. “Plus, I brought cupcakes.”

“It’s the middle of the night!” He argued but she waved her hand in dismissal.

“Neither of us was sleeping anyway.” She smiled so brightly he couldn’t even be mad at her.

“Wait!” He said as he remembered something. “Does anyone know you’re here?”

“My parents were asleep and Eugene is working on some particular tough case and decided to spend the night in the office.” Rapunzel replied, smiling mischievously. He couldn’t help but laugh a little.

“You are crazy.” He shook his head smiling. She smiled in response, putting her arm over his neck.

“That makes two of us.” She shrugged.

“No way. I am not that crazy.” He argued, untangling himself from her arm. He sat down on the floor, Ruddiger quickly moving to lay on his laps.

“Oh?” Rapunzel cocked her head and grinned. “Should I remind you how you thought it was a good idea to hide Ruddiger in your backpack just so you can take him to school?”

“T-That was one time!” He blushed in response. “And how was I to know they would serve apple pies in cafeteria that day?”

The blonde laughed, remembering how they tried to pry the greedy raccoon from the box full of treats. Varian’s dad was so angry, when he was called to school. It took some time to persuade the man to not kick out the animal out of the house.

Varian was silent, eyes downcast and lips in a thin line. He petted Ruddiger, the action comforting. Rapunzel’s smile fell and she shuffled closer.

“Hey... wanna tell me what happened?” She nudged his shoulder.

There was a moment of silence, before he finally shook his head. She frowned, but didn’t push. She still remembered the breakdown he had the last time she was too pushy.

She sighed and straighten her legs, staring at the ceiling of his room.

“Sorry...” He mumbled and she shook her head.

“Don’t be. It’s not your fault.” She smiled a little at him, but he didn’t respond.

“... Dad deadnamed me today...” He said so quietly she barely missed. His shoulders started to tremble slightly. “I... I don’t think he did it on purpose. He just forgot. But...”

“It still hurt.” Rapunzel replied and he nodded, dropping his head.

‘I’m just.... I’m so confused sometimes.” His voice trembled, his eyes shone with gathering tears. “I chose this, but sometime I just...”

“Oh, Varian...” The blonde reached out and pulled him to lean on her shoulder. His breath was coming out in sharp gasps, his eyes prickled with tears, shoulders shaking.

“I don’t know who I am anymore, Rapunzel!” He cried. Ruddiger chittered sadly, his paws touching his cheek gently, eyes sad.

“It’s okay to be lost.” She comforted him, turning so she can hug him properly. The raccoon moved to his shoulders, making it easier for him to lean into the embrace. “That’s why I am here. To help you get through this.”

He cried openly now, large drops drenching the soft material of Rapunzel’s dress. She didn’t mind, though, whispering softly comforting words, her hand drawing small circles on his back.

“You want to know who I think you are?” She asked after a while, when he calmed down enough his crying subsided to small hiccups.

He tensed for a moment, before she felt him slowly nodding his head. She readjusted her arms around him and took a breath, before speaking.

“You are my best friend, my younger sibling. You are a genius child, figuring out the most complicated equations in a matter of minutes. You love chemistry and prefer to refer to it as ‘alchemy’.” He chuckled a little at that but didn’t make any other sounds. She released her embrace and put her hands on his shoulders, making him look at her. “You care about your friends and always try to find the solution that won’t hurt anyone. Sometimes you are impulsive, but you’re working on it. And yes, sometimes you feel lost with everything that’s going on in your life. But you never give up. No matter how bad things are, you always do your best, stand up and keep on living.”

Varian was wide-staring at her, mouth slightly ajar.

“Rapu-” He started but she interrupted him.

“Varian, for me it doesn’t matter what your name is, what gender you have, or who are you interested in.” She said, her eyes staring into his, eyebrows frowned and lips in a thin line. “What matters is what kind of person you are. Do you understand?”

He closed his mouth, mulling over the words.

“You... don’t care about it?” He asked quietly, not sure if he understood.

“Varian, you could be a human raccoon with pink fur and interest in trees and I’d love you the same.” She replied and he laughed.

“That’s scientifically impossible.” He choked out. She grinned in response and shrugged. He looked up and smiled. “But thank you.”

“You are welcome.” She smiled back and hugged him briefly again. “Now, I don’t know about you, but I would die for a cupcake.”

“Yeah, that might be a good idea.” He agreed, accepting the sweet treat.

When Quirin came back in the morning, he found them asleep on the floor, blanket covering the two of them, Varian leaning his head on Rapunzel’s laps, a content smile on his face.

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Woah, my first time writing trans Varian. I am not sure I got it right. Constructive criticism is more than welcome :)

Kudos for anyone who figures out what the numbers in Raps and Varian’s nicks mean ;)

[scriptaed]

i’m not your daddy;

genre: fluff and... just fluff; dad!yoongi; parent!au; yes, crack!erin is back;

pairing: yoongi x reader; 

length: 2.5k; (i keep lying to myself that these are drabbles)

synopsis: learning that his daughter no longer wishes to wed him but rather his now-arch-enemy jungkook marks the most soul-crushing day your husband has ever had to endure. no one, and he means no one, is more deserving of his angel than daddy min himself, and he’s willing to do anything to earn his daughter’s heart back.

Daddy; it could mean two completely different things in two very polarizing worlds. The walls of the bedroom have borne witness to the sultry one, and the daughter born as a blessing reminder of the fiery nights persists to chant the beloved title, for there could never be another man she loves more than her father. Your husband, formerly known as your daddy in the sheets, never coveted for a child like the way you did with such passion on each prospective night of conceiving; yet, when you watch him gently cuddle his minion in his lap, tender eyes softening as he plays along to his clone’s daily antics, the whole universe can tell: only she could be daddy’s little girl. 

“Do you want—” the four year old stumbles over her words “—tea, mummy?”

“No, but thank you very much dear,” you chime, nodding a head at the man behind her. “Why don’t you ask daddy if he wants a cup?”

Juria’s doe-like eyes sparkle at the mention of her father as she attempts to crane her neck only to plummet into the soft embrace of Yoongi’s lap. From down below, she peers up to meet the quizzical gaze of her father’s. 

“And daddy?” she laughs over whatever inside joke all four year olds seem to telekinetically share. 

“Hm?” he hums while ever so slightly bouncing his knees in a fruitful method to entertain the child. 

“I ask if you—” the mixture of her giggles melting in the low chuckles of his renders your heart fluttering “—want some tea, daddy? Mummy says to spill you some tea.”

“Oh? Spill?” Yoongi quirks his head, shooting a less than surprised glimpse at you. Unfazed by his glare, you only shrug with a mischievous, pressed grin adorning your lips. Your husband rolls his eyes and returns to where his beloved awaits, “it’s pour, Juria, pour some tea.”

“But mummy says spill.” 

“I swear to God, Y/N,” Yoongi turns to mutter at you under his breath, “if I see a mini me running around and spewing the shit that teens say nowadays—”

“—shit…?” 

The entire room grows silent, Yoongi visibly filled with tension at the consequences of his own vital mistake. The child simply darts her pristine eyes between her parents—better known as sinners, unbeknownst to the child of God. Completely out of the loop yet entertained, she watches your struggle to keep your lips from quivering in the wakes of an erupting cackle. Yoongi, on the other hand, stares at you with those seemingly apathetic glare of his, but you know your husband better than anyone—he’s petrified to the very gut and you can’t help but smirk at the bullets he’s sweating.

“Shit...take mushrooms!” Yoongi exclaims louder than necessary. “Mommy forgot to cook the… mushrooms.”

“So what’s the tea for, Juria?” you ask, laughing after having noticed Yoongi’s slump of relief. 

Your child’s pigtails bob as she “spills” imaginary tea into her cup for Kookie, her favorite stuffed bunny, “wedding.”

“Wedding?” Yoongi practically smiles into his words, eyes lighting up like stars in the dark night sky. Here we go, for the hundredth time… “Is it daddy and Juria’s wedding?”

Yoongi had always suggested having a baby boy if you were so adamant on having children… as if you could choose. According to him, he would be too awkward of a dad to a girl, he doesn’t know how to dress a girl, and he wouldn’t be able to be himself around a girl; but here he is, completely smitten head over heels after that fateful night where his daughter had proclaimed her father’s hand in marriage. 

“No—” your lips fall agape in shock and his in absolute horror “—Juria is marrying Jungkook oppa.”

“Jungkook?” Yoongi repeats, aghast by her adamant nods. “Jungkook? Not daddy? Are you sure?” 

This moment had always been bound to happen someday. The both of you knew it. Her love for her father had been adorably misconstrued in modern times and the boys and you had ran off with it as an ongoing gag; even so, your heart sinks at the ear-piercing shatters belonging to that of Yoongi’s

“Well, Juria,” you interject when Yoongi simply stares at his child, blinking blankly, “you need our permission for your wedding. You can’t just marry anyone—”

“—yeah, no,” Yoongi jolts back to reality, shaking his head with his seemingly chilled composure. 

“Why?!” your child whimpers but Yoongi persists cooly. 

“Jungkook is too handsome. You’ll be competing against too many girls.”

“Uh…” you panic at the flush that arises in Juria’s cheeks and clashes with Yoongi’s lack of awareness. “How about… Taehyung?”

“Too out there, too handsome,” he shakes his head again. “Have you seen him and Jungkook together?” 

This time, your daughter has her own suggestion. “Namjoon oppa!” 

“Way too philosophical,” he ignores the limited vocabulary of his child. “You won’t understand him.”

“Hoseok oppa?” 

“He dances too much. He’ll sleep at work and forget about you. Worst of all, he stinks of sweat. You don’t want a stinky husband, do you?”

You’re baffled by your husband’s brainwashing activities when Juria quickly shakes her head. “Oh, Jimin oppa! He’s is my faaaavorite—”

“—he’s taken.”

“By who…?” you narrow your eyes at him. 

“By… work. Jimin is too dedicated to work. He’s practically married to it.”

“How about Jin?” you say through gritted teeth, shooting him death glares that he bats away at the speed of light. “He can cook for her.”

“Yeah, he can cook,” he deadpans, “and then he’ll keep cooking and cooking and feeding her until her stomach explodes.”

“Explode…?” Juria repeats quizzically.

���Boooooom,” Yoongi drawls with his stoic gaze meeting that of his daughter’s own horrified ones. He then bursts into a gummy smile, “but daddy won’t ever do that to you. Daddy will feed you just right, take care of you when you are sick, and buy you pretty clothes for our wedding. Doesn’t that sound nice, Juria?”

The baby nods happily, a carbon copy of the father whomst takes pride in his evildoing. How nice it must be to have the short term memory of a child. 

“Alright, I think it’s time for bed, Juria,” you unfold your legs and hold out a hand for Juria’s, which she sleepily takes after a drawn out yawn. 

Walking down the halls of your apartment, hand-hand, you shoot a death glare at the man who smirks at you with a shrug. After what seemed to be an eternity, because your child has unfortunately planned out the entire 7 days long wedding and felt the need to make the two of you very aware of her lavish plans, you drag a gummy-smiling Yoongi into the living room. 

“What was that all about?” 

“What was ‘what’ all about?” 

“You know what I mean,” you hiss, careful not to wake the child and her lengthy itinerary, “why are you ruining her image of the boys?”

“Technically, I’m not ruining their image because they’re partially true,” he quips.

“C’mon, you know my heart hurts too. I know she’s your baby girl, but she’s growing up. At some point, you’re gonna have to tell her she can’t marry her own dad.”

“I know, I know,” he nods, eyes lidded and lips pursed. 

You groan, “that look tells me you don’t know.” 

“It doesn’t have to be now,” Yoongi retorts with a sigh, “but why does it have to be Jungkook of all people?”

“What do you mean ‘of all people?’” you frown at your husband’s expression, completely absent and preoccupied by whatever he must be conjuring up in that mind of his. “Yoongi, you should be glad it’s someone as great as Jungkook.”

Yoongi mumbles to himself, “what does Jungkook have that I don’t…?”

“Well, for one, he listens.” 

“This won’t do… this won’t do,” he incessantly mutters, brushing past you as he shuffles into your shared bedroom. 

“Even after Juria grows up, you’ll still have me to call you daddy!” you burst out into laughter when he ignores your advances. “Yoongi! You said you would be fine!”

“I will be! I mean, I am. I don’t care if she doesn’t want to marry me...” he waves you off with his back on you before returning to his mumbling. “This won’t do…”

-

“This is absolutely ridiculous and I hope you know it even through that thick head of yours.”

“You have a thick head and so does Juria. I guess I just love thick heads,” Yoongi’s whispers are muffled by the oversized black cape draping over his miniscule frame. 

With his camouflage denim jacket and, black beanie, golden aviators, and silver chain of an earring dangling from his left ear, you ogle him up and down. “Wow, I don’t think you’ve ever dressed up so much like this since our last date.” 

“Yeah?” he quirks a brow, clearly checking himself out in the bathroom floor-length mirror. “You think Juria will fall for it?”

“I don’t know about falling for it,” you chuckle. “I really don’t get why you’re doing this. The boys are laughing their ass off over this, too, you know?”

“They can laugh all they want. I have to protect my daughter from men like them,” Yoongi mutters, fixing his slightly askew beanie. A boisterous eruption of laughter echoes from the living room and you join along when you notice Yoongi registering the giggles belonging to his daughter. He hastily begins pushing you out of the door, “c’mon, Y/N, do exactly as I told you!”

“You’re overreacting, geez, okay, okay...” your cackles come to an abrupt halt when you emerge from the bathroom and into the living room, all seven pairs of eyes landing on you. The boys immediately begin snickering when the light hits you and the animated wingwoman buried somewhere deep within you sees the day of light, ultimately, signalling showtime. “Juria! Are you having fun with your uncles?”

The child throws her hands in the air and exclaims, “yes! More better than fun!”

“Well…” you take a deep breath and persevere, “did you know there’s one more uncle you haven’t met yet?”

“Yeah!” Hoseok cheers. 

“He’s very handsome,” Namjoon emphasizes.

“Not as handsome as me, though,” Jin interjects with a raised finger.

“He’s as sweet as bees!”

Everyone pauses to throw a confused glance at Taehyung’s direction.

“What does that even mean?” Jimin manages to ask in between his giggles.

“You know, sweet because bees make… honey…” he insists as if it’s a matter of fact, “and honey is sweet…”

“Ah, now I see,” everyone nods in agreement as you kneel to meet Juria’s sparkling gaze at the news. “Do you want to see this uncle?”

“Yes! Yes! Yes!” she jumps up and down.

“Alright!” you clap your hands and stand upright once again. “Drum roll please…!”

The boys begin cracking up but start stomping the floor and thudding the table with vibrations filling every being in this apartment nonetheless. You can’t help but grin at the rowdiness the boys never cease to bring along to the apartment. Today is not an exception, for it’s an especially lively moment you’re sure to cherish for many years to come. 

“Please welcome… Uncle Min!” 

Chest-thumping hollers and whistles ensue the second a pair of Timberlands steps into the light and the mysterious black cape graces along the floor following the silhouette of the heart-throbbing uncle. Everyone except Juria double over in laughter, hands slamming the tabletop and lungs desperately heaving for air. If it weren’t for the shades on Yoongi, you’re dead sure he would’ve been attacking you all with the piercing glare of his. The Yoongi who stands before you at this moment, however, could not risk exposing his glorious persona. 

“H—” Yoongi cuts himself off to raise his pitch “—hi, Juria. You’re even prettier than your dad told me!”

The boys snort at his remark, but Yoongi proceeds to nod his head at you in accordance to the plan. 

“So… what do you think, Juria?” you squat next to your daughter. Narrowed gaze darting to Yoongi’s, you clear your throat and read exactly as the script had entailed. “If you were to marry one person in this room, who would you choose?”

Juria stands there, completely confused by the presence of her dad whom had supposedly switched his name to Uncle Min. She senses are much more acute to her father than the rest of you were. She’s cuddled in his lap enough times before to recognize his scent and she’s watched him stroll past the hallway in that lazy yet cool demeanor of the father she so admires. What exactly does this whole situation mean? She’s much smarter than you all had mistaken her to be, but she’s clearly still too young to understand the purpose of this Saturday night. 

Without hesitation, Juria turns toward Jungkook with a giddy smile plastered across her face and you could feel the panic that spikes from everyone who flinches in fear of the wrath that is Min Yoongi. Eyes flitting to Yoongi, your heart aches at the crestfallen look on the father’s face. 

“Me?” Jungkook’s widened stares seek help from you and the boys. 

If there’s anything the past four years have taught you, it’s how to be a mother who could always think on her feet and bring tranquility to a family of a chaotic child and a kidlike husband. Reaching out a gentle hand to your daughter, you leaned in to whisper into her ear, “Juria, go give daddy a hug.” 

Whether she had forgotten Jungkook and the entire question or whether she had actually understood the reasoning behind your beckoning, you’re still surprised by the bobs of her head as she whirls around and starts running over to her father. She bolts with such eagerness that she nearly falls, but not before her father, who reaches out to her with arms wide open and a gummy smile to welcome her with, tosses her into the air and into his embrace with ease. 

The father rocks his daughter in his arms and it would be impossible for you not to join the boys in their coos of “aw’s.” You can tell how content the father is at the facade of his falsely successful mission judging from the plentiful kisses he plants on her cheeks and how he shares his gaze with no one else but her. You can’t help but smile, that is, until…

“I choose you, daddy!” 

The boys’ laughters transition into ones of nerves when Yoongi lowers his shades and peers at you with the epiphany that had just dawned upon him. He had figured you out and how he would soon claim to be a perfect yet ruined mission. You gulp at the dark, menacing orbs of his that you’re sure you would be drowning into as you scream those oh-so-familiar words in a manner that no one but he could ever hear; but for now, the father gleefully returns to the giggles of his daughter… 

...because no one could flutter his heart akin to the way that daddy’s little girl does. 

[vadaschiquita]

Can i do a reader x rafael prompts 6, 13 & 26 please? =)

6.     having desires was always his downfall 13.   I know things have been off, but I want to come clean 26.   what is your fucking problem?

“Rafael, I’m home! Sorry f—” you stopped speaking once you noticed the folded paper on the kitchen counter with Rafael’s indistinct scribbly handwriting.

Preciosa,

I’m going to be late tonight.  Don’t wait up for me.      I just stopped home this afternoon because I forgot a deposition when I was working late last night.  Know that I love you.

Yours always,

     Rafael

You rolled your eyes and threw the note back on the table, grunting in frustration.  He had been acting weird ever since the two of you found out you were going to be parents a couple of months back.  He’d been nervous, beyond nervous seeing you hunched over the toilet bowl at all hours of the night.  

You had no reason to suspect of pregnancy, you were on birth control after all, but when one month turned to two, then three, and almost four and your appetite hadn’t returned, your eyes kept looking sunken by the second, and you spent more time next to the toilet bowl than Rafael, you knew you had to seek medical advice.

All of a sudden those shortened periods, cramps, and bouts of nausea at the mention of anything raw or under cooked all made sense.

You had skipped work that afternoon after your appointment, walking over ten blocks from the doctor’s office to Rafael’s downtown.  The people at One Hogan Place recognized you from the moment you would step through the outside doors.  Who didn’t recognize Barba’s beautiful girlfriend? He had you in every corner of his desk and at every chance he had, there he went, talking about you or alluding to your home life.

How you had gotten to the DA’s Office that day, you couldn’t remember, but what you did remember was Rafael’s sunken look when he saw you approaching his assistant, passing him by as if he was not standing there.  It wasn’t until he reached for your elbow that you reacted.

“This is your fault!” you shouted at him, shoving his chest.

“Mi amor,” he grunted, taking a step back.  “W—What is my fault?  What happened?”

You shook your head in amusement, parting your lips in a grin.  Of course he was going to deny this!  You grunted in exasperation, throwing your fists down by your side, and stomping the ground simultaneously.

He wanted to snicker, he really did, but he knew better than to mock you when you were upset… no matter how beautifully petulant you looked.  He held his smile as much as he could, reaching a hand towards you, “Want to tell me what’s wrong… in private?”

You narrowed your eyes at him, bouncing with anger when you started past him, pushing his forearm aside with a click of your teeth.  You heard him mumble something to his assistant when he shut the door.

“What is your fucking problem?” he said with hilarity.

You scoffed, turning to scowl at him, “You want to know what my fucking problem is, Rafael?  Do you really want to know?”

“I did ask…”

You grunted again, turning to pace the office.  How exactly were you going to introduce this topic to him?  You’d already lashed out at him… and for no reason apparently. You were happy about this!  You’d been crying with excitement not even half an hour ago, so why exactly were you upset now?

You ran your fingers through your hair, attempting to think quickly.  To Rafael you looked like a caged animal, pacing back and forth without an escape.

He stepped forward, putting an end to your pacing, and almost causing you to collide with him.  You looked up at him and opened your mouth to… what? Yell at him? Berate him a little longer?  You had no clue because before you could do anything, his lips were on yours.

It wasn’t forceful, it was exactly what you needed: gentle, slow, reassuring, but before you could savor it, he pulled back, feeling your breath on his chin.

“Whatever it is you want to tell me, do it.  You can’t scare me away, preciosa,” he smiled wryly, bringing his hand to cup your cheek.

“You’re going to be a dad,” you uttered quietly, closing your eyes.

You don’t remember much after that other than you could never look at Carmen the same after that day.  You smiled, bringing your arm out through the hole of the t-shirt you used for sleeping purposes.

You didn’t even notice when you had walked out the shower with your mind having wandered into months back.  Now, here you were, getting into bed without Rafael… once again.

He knew you’d be asleep once he got in, yet his excitement existed.  He watched you sleep; pouty lips, furrowed brow, and that hand that had grown accustomed to resting on your stomach every night.  He presumed that it brought you comfort, to know that there was some type of something that could link you to him in his absence.

Having desires was always his downfall, yet all of his desires prior to having met you were purely career oriented.  He always desired more out of his political affairs, but he never went about them the wrong way.  Rafael had always been meticulous and calculated, thinking and rethinking everything with scrutiny.  He had never stepped in that courtroom without having been thorough beforehand yet meeting you had been a desire of the universe.

Now he dared to be different in his approach with victims and survivors.  He not only fought for them, but he fought because of them.  Between you and Olivia were bound to be his demise.  And now, he had to worry about the growing piece of the of you in your stomach, and he prayed that it would be a girl so that he could be surrounded by you in every sense of the way.

He chuckled, shaking his head, and giving a step forward towards the closet.  His desires had changed, now they all involved you and the baby.  You engulfed every part of his life in the most beautiful way ever.  He had you here in his apartment, sharing his limited closet space, tripping over your boots by the door, moving over a multitude of shampoo bottles, beauty, and skin care products just to reach his favorite cologne at the back of his bathroom vanity; why would he want to change that now?

He got in bed next to you, sighing when he heard you mumble his name faintly under your breath.  He smiled, glancing and admiring your profile. He wanted this forever, and he would do anything and everything under the sun to give you both everything you could ever desire.

Rafael awoke with a jostle, the sun creeping through the mini blinds of the northeast window of his room.  His eyes attempted to focus, but all he saw was you, pacing, and stomping back and forth from the dresser to the bed.  What the hell were you doing?

“Mami, w—what are you doing? What time is it?”

You scoffed. “What time is it?” you said with feigned mockery, shaking your head.  Of course he didn’t know what time was it, he had crawled into the bed at God knows what time last night.

You stomped towards the dresser, yanking a shirt out angrily, and folding it whilst pacing back to the bed, “W—Where are you going?”

You sighed, “This was a mistake, Rafael; us, moving in together.  It—It was too soon.”

Rafael jumped the bed, reaching your side in a matter of seconds, “Tell me to my face.”

You faltered, gnawing at your bottom lip as you hesitated to close the small duffel bag, “Rafa—”

“No.  Look at me and tell me to my face that you’re done with me—that you’re done with us.”

Rafael was holding on to his composure by sheer dedication.  He could feel his world slowly crumbling yet he would fight you tooth and nail before he would let you walk out of his life like this.  He needed to explain… if he could just—

“That’s not fair, Rafa,” you said, seeing as his feet shuffled in your peripheral.  He knew you couldn’t resist him.  Your love for him was far too big and deep-rooted for you to walk away like this.

“Where are you going to go?”

“To a hotel… for now.”

“To a hotel,” he scoffed. “Look at me and tell me to my face.”

You took a deep breath, shouldering the bag on, and lifting your head to notice the collection of tears at his bottom lash line.  You didn’t know what else to expect, but this was definitely not it.

He looked completely adorable with his pajama pants hanging on his hips, his hair disheveled, and a deep frown between his brows at all the confusion that had woken him from his peaceful slumber.

He took a step forward, extending his arm tentatively.  “I—I know things have been off, but I want to come clean,” he brushed his knuckles against your jaw.  Taking a shaky breath, he continued, “Please, just let me explain.  It will all make sense.  Please.”

You watched his eyes as they dance frantically across your face and you wondered, what exactly merited him to be this… distressed.  You nodded and he smiled sheepishly, running to dresser for a change of clothes.

Twenty minutes later you stood with Rafael underneath a black canopy with the numbers 715 etched in gold.

Why would he bring you to another apartment building? Was he planning on dropping you off here?

“What are we doing here, Rafael?” you stopped right before going through the oak doors.

He chuckled, looking over his shoulder to you, “If is the last thing you do today, trust me.  It’s all I ask.”

You regarded him for a few seconds and took a step forward, walking past Rafael.  He guided you to the elevators, taking a trip to the tenth floor.  He kept chancing glances back at you as you made it down the hall.

You stopped in front of a door and he inserted a key and pushed it open.  The place smelled of recent woodwork and paint, and you took the liberty of walking through the foyer.  The short hallway opened to the living room to your left and dining room to the right as well as the kitchen.  Through the kitchen was a room equipped with its own bathroom and between the dining room and living room was a set of spiral stairs.

Up the stairs was another level with a master bedroom with adjoined balcony and across a room with beautiful views of the city and the skyline.  You were confused as to why you were there.  Rafael hadn’t said a word as he watched you run your fingers down walls and random spots around the duplex.

You turned, standing in the middle of the room upstairs that smelled of fresh paint, and you admired the tasteful mint color coating the walls.

“What is this, Rafael? Why did you bring me here?”

He smiled wryly, glancing at the floor, and up at your face.  “This,” he said, opening his arms.  “This is for you… and them.  This, is ours.”

You furrowed your brow momentarily, having everything register quickly, “Raf—”

“I wanted it to be a surprise,” he said, gathering you in his arms.  “It’s why I’ve been late.  It’s why I’ve been ‘working’ on the weekends.  It’s w—”

You interrupted his reverie with a crash of lips.  What ever made you doubt him?  What ever made you think that he could possibly be done with you?  He was here, working for his child, for a better future for all of you, and you couldn’t have been more grateful.

“Rafa,” you breathed against his mouth and felt his smile against your lips.“

Could you—maybe—say something else?”

You snickered, throwing your head back, “I hate you.”

“Something that I haven’t deduced already, preciosa.”

You shook your head, “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Wouldn’t have been a surprise then, would it?” he smiled, leaning forward to kiss your lips once more. “Y—You like it?”

“I love it, Rafa,” you said, swallowing a wince as your child kicked your belly.  “And, someone else likes it too.”

He placed his hands on your stomach, watching his smile spread across his face as the baby kicked once more, “I love you.”

“I love you, too, Rafael. We love you, too.”

tags: @scarletsoldierrr

[r-ahh-mi]

Oh Baby, You.

An Epilogue to the ‘You Got What I Need’ Series.

Part One II Part Two II Part Three II Part Four II Part Five II Part Six

Warnings: Light Smut, Light Angst, Loads of Fluff Word Count: 6.4k

A/N: Hi all! Just a reminder, I will be writing a Prologue to this series as well, which will highlight how Rami & Reader came into this funky FWB situation. Hope you enjoy this little ending to the series & thanks for reading xx

“I know it isn’t your weekend to have them, but I have a raging migraine right now and-”

“You don’t need to explain Y/N, i’m on my way.”

He was so understanding, but then again when wasn’t he? Always compassionate and thoughtful and attempting to see the best in everyone -- including in me. He always, always, always tried to see me out for the better, even when I didn’t deserve it and for that, I am truly grateful. Even more importantly, I am elated that he looked past my faults and past mistakes and decided to keep a healthy relationship with the mother of his children. 

Although we broke up shortly after receiving news of the twins, we made it work. He was there every step of the way through out my pregnancy and was the best father that I could have asked for. Take now for instance, it is my time to have the twins and here he was, without hesitation, rushing over to watch them so I could have a mere moment to rest and gather myself while this massive migraine decided to rain down on me out of nowhere.

I missed him, but then again I did very often..and when I say I miss him I don’t a simple, ‘oh i haven’t seen you in awhile’, type of feeling, I mean I missed him as in when he was mine. Whenever he’d come by to pick up the twins, I always made sure I looked my best; applying makeup, doing my hair, getting on a cute, yet appropriate outfit to wear while lounging around the house. Making an effort for him was the least I could do and, although I know he had his share of partners since we had parted ways romantically, I still held on to him and that tiny idea that we would find each other.

Embarrassingly thinking about the ‘what if’ for our future, way too often, but it was something I couldn’t help. I hadn’t realized it at the time, but in present time it is clear to see that I loved him way back then and although things got fuzzy, mainly me making said things fuzzy, we still always made it work somehow. He dropped out of a movie so I could take on an acting role, and me doing vice versus for him as well and somehow, everything was working for us right now.

Even now, the harsh screams of our two year old’s running a muck through out the condo was something that I was usually just fine with, but today my head was throbbing and begging to be left in a dark room with utter silence and, when you have a boy and a girl, both in the toddler age group, then silence and darkness are nowhere to be found.

I decided on a seated position on my living room floor as the twins walked back and forth, showing me their prized animal toys as I quizzed them on the names and sounds that the animals made. Thankfully, Rami lived a short distance away and I heard his pounding feet coming down the hall in less than 15 minutes while the kids were doing their best ‘moo’ and ‘oink’ sounds.

As the door opened, our children greeted Rami with squeals as their, newly accustomed to running, legs pounded over to him and hugged either of his calves -- a sight that always made my heart soar. Not to mention it was summertime, making Rami’s skin much darker and his hair pitch black as a grey fitted t shirt hugged his torso so well, a little too well for his ex girlfriend and ‘baby mama’ to handle. Regardless, he looked good, very, very good.

This instantly made me size myself up. In the thick of my pain, I hadn’t even remembered to put at least some sort of effort into my appearance..but hey, at least I had a matching short and shirt pajama combo on..that was good for something right? Meanwhile, he was dressed like a casual Greek god with a leather jacket slung lightly over one of his shoulders as he swooped up our two children in his arms as they both hugged him tightly and repeated ‘daddy’ to him as a way of showing their admiration and excitement to be seeing him.

For the first couple minutes he paid sole attention to our children, something I adored watching, as he asked them how they were, what they had been up to, and returning the conversation to his day and how much he missed them. However, they would eventually want to be set down on the floor, no doubt, so they could run around in a destructive prance and then would Rami turn his attention to me and this time was no different.

“You look tired”, Rami said as he eyed up my form, probably wondering how on earth he could’ve let a walking disaster, much like myself, see him naked once before.

“Ya know, saying ‘you look tired’ to someone is just a nice way of saying ‘you look terrible’.”

“Hey”, he threw his hands up defensively, “I never said that. You look fine for someone who has a migraine, not to mention someone whose popped out two kids.”

I didn’t reply to his attempt at swooning me, but rather just sent him a smirk as I turned around and walked towards my kitchen. Thankfully, this gave me plenty of time to wipe the redness from my blushed cheeks.

He always did this. This sort of flirty banter, but nothing ever came of it, no matter how much I wanted it to. Even though our time as a labeled relationship was short, make that 24 hours kind of short, I still devoured and treasured every minute that I could of it and still longed for the time I would potentially be able to call him mine again. Although, that was much too far fetched; i knew that much was true.

I heard Rami follow behind me as  two pairs of feet came thumping directly behind him, not to mention a few giggles accompanied with the little symphony our toddlers were creating. Our little girl ran directly into my shin, gazing up at me as she lifted both of her arms high up in the air.

“Up?”, I questioned her as she nodded her small bed of brown curls with a smile while I shuffled the toddler into my arms and let her rest against my chest.

I found myself gazing at her little eyelashes and then her face, taking in the beauty that was this child that me and Rami created. She was very much the perfect mix of the both of us. She had lightly tanned skin, her fathers hair, and my eyes paired with his facial bone structure, even though, it was admittedly hard to see underneath those chubby cheeks of hers, but I saw them. I had studied his face for so long that I knew him when I saw him and I saw him a lot in her. Even when it came to her personality. She was much more calm then her brother and always seemed to be listening to thinking about something. 

In fact, although she was a toddler and had a short attention span, she always made sure to hold eye contact with me as I talked with her and seemed like she was genuinely listening and attempting to process things as she waited for me to end my conversation or phrase. 

Now her brother, on the other hand, though he was the spitting image of Rami, was very hyper and creative; always attempting to gain attention from wherever he went, which was entertaining to say the least. Whether it be waving to everyone he saw at the grocery store, or stopping to do a little bop (his version of dancing) when any upbeat music came on, he was an angel and him and his sister seemed to balance each other out perfectly.

“Mama?”

I peered over and glanced at my son who was now sitting on top of Rami’s shoulders as he reached out for me to hold him.

“Sounds like someone wants mom hmm?”, I smiled at Rami smugly, much enjoying the natural tight bond I had with the children I once carried in my womb.

“You know dad exists to? Dad’s not that bad.”

I laughed as our son practically forced his way off of Rami’s shoulders as I shifted my body so I could hold both of them in my arms. I began bouncing each of them, sending giggles vibrating off of their tongues as I hummed a nursery rhyme I knew they both loved.

“I’m so lucky.” I looked up to see Rami smiling affectionately at the three of us.

He always seemed to happy now a days, which was great to see despite him working many hours and showing up looking as if he just got done with work and had had zero sleep (which was a very real possibility). Never did he refuse to see his children when it was his asserted time to, nor did he ever say no in times like these when I wasn’t feeling my best and needed some time to myself. I admired that about him a lot. I admired a lot about him though.

“We are so lucky”, I smiled at him, emphasizing the ‘we’ part.

“Very true. Thanks for making them with me.”

I bit my lip to contain the grin that was daring to spread all the way to my cheeks as I focused my gaze on the floor, avoiding eye contact with him at all cost. Because, if i didn’t think of having sex with him enough while I was alone, I surely didn’t want to think of it when he was standing right next to me.

“Alright, what do you say we got to the park and let mom rest a bit!”

Without hesitation, the twins wiggled their way out of my arms, nearly making me drop their short bodies as they ran around, chanting about the park in the process.

“Thank you, again, for doing this so last minute”, I thanked him.

“It’s the least I can do. Plus, spending time with our little destructive twins isn’t all that bad.”

We both shared laughs as we kept our eyes fixed on one another for a little too long, something we would do often whenever we had to see each other. To most, it could seem like we were just taking in the others expression, but to us, at least on my end, I was replaying the past. Our past that was filled with so much good and a whole lot of complicated, but eventually it all seemed to work and fit together in this terribly awkward puzzle of a family we have going on here. Of course, if I had it my way I would’ve loved to be a proper family, and when I saw proper family I refer to mom and dad at least being in a romantic relationship with each other, but I understood his decision to not want to be in a relationship with me after finding out I was pregnant.

He couldn’t trust me and I didn’t blame him a bit for that. His reasoning was severely valid and, to this day, I still mourned what could have been had I told him right then and there despite whatever terms we were on at that time, but there was no going back, no changing of the past that I could do to fix it and that was fine; I accepted that a long time ago. However, it didn’t rid me of my utter adoration for him and deep longing to be his. I don’t think anything could ever do that.

We both finally broke our gaze off one another as our daughter came into view while she sat directly at the foot of her father while her tiny hand tugged on his dark jeans.

“Park?”, she said so softly and patiently as her small smile covered her face.

“Yes baby girl, park”, he said as he swooped her up in his arms and placed a kiss to her forehead. Immediately, she giggled and rested her head on his shoulder and I felt my heart sing just at the sight of the two of them. 

“Do you need anything else before I go lay down?”

Rami shook his head as he slung the diaper bag over his shoulder while still holding our daughter in the other arm.

“Go lay down babe.”

Babe. God, the fact that he still called me that always made me swoon even though it had been a couple years now that he’d been calling me that...it still did so much to me and I think that spoke for my feelings perfectly.

I nodded, but as I walked past Rami to go down the hallway, I felt a strong hand playfully smack against my ass.

Although Rami was always flirty with me, we had never had physical contact quite like that. In fact nothing more than a friendly kiss on the cheek and hug were all we had shared..but his touch was leaving me feeling so needy right now and i wasn’t sure how to feel about it.

Our little girl broke out in a fit of giggles as I turned around and glared at Rami, all the while he had a playful smirk on his lips as he caressed his daughters back.

“What?”

“Mhmm”, I hummed as I hovered in the doorway of my bedroom.

“Didn’t know I wasn’t allowed to admire how hot the mother of my children was”, and with that, Rami urged our little boy to hold his hand as all three of them made a bee line for the front door.

“Hope you feel better”, Rami said just before he closed the door behind him leaving me in silence.

God, I hate how he made me feel even to this fucking day and I hate that I fell onto my bed and just laid their with my eyes glued to the ceiling as I pictured how our life would be together. I was being such a high school girl with a massive crush on the most popular jock and it was god awful because we had already been down this road and it was clear that there wasn’t another fork or side street I could take for us to join each other once again.

I hated that I secretly dreaded and craved the times he would come pick the kids up or anytime we both had to be at a family function together because I knew this feeling would flutter back in, as if my heart was its resting grounds, and make me feel this heart wrenching pain and constant reminder that I fucked up. I wonder if he felt it too.

I wonder if he ever did the very thing I’m doing now, picturing our lives together had everything not taken such a wild route, but I would be so lucky for him to even fathom the thought. I knew he was living life up as a successful Hollywood bachelor -- I wasn’t oblivious to tabloid photos and I was still involved in the acting scene so word got around about who was kissing and sleeping with whom. The fucking hilarious thing is that it always hurt. The sting never faded, just kept bubbling and bubbling until I would have to slam my computer shut or excuse myself from the conversation regarding the father of my children and, more privately, the love of my life.

Eventually I had exhausted myself and my thoughts as I felt my eyelids grow heavy. Wincing a little, I pressed my finger to my temple as I reached for the medicine on my bed side table and popped a pill into my mouth while gulping down a drink of water. My head hit the pillow and, in an instant, I was out as my body attempted to cooperate with me, or rather, comply with the drugs I just fed it.

-

You know those moments when you fall asleep and wake up with no knowledge of falling asleep? This was one of those fuzzy moments as I felt myself start to wake up as I heard loud screeches and shrills from somewhere in my home. Admittedly, I was a bit scared at first, until I heard Rami’s deep voice soothing the children from, what I assume to be, a tantrum that ensued. My hand slipped out of my warm blanket to grab at my phone, that i’d placed on the charger just before slipping into a deep sleep, as my eyes focused on the numbers listed on my lock screen. 

11:45 pm usually signaled nap time for the two bundles of joy -- this must be the cause of all the loud voices which, i’m sure, Rami was trying to prevent so that I could rest comfortably, but with two kids, it’s hard to get any sort of volume control over them, I knew that all too well.

Suddenly, it went quiet just before I heard a door shut. Rami was hopefully getting the twins settled and calmed so they could take their naps and then he’d be free to go. I hated when he left. Every time, I wanted to reach my hand out and tug on his arm and beg him to stay and just hang out with me, sort of like old times. Maybe we could watch a movie? Maybe we could make some food together and attempt to chat over the various sounds of things being cooked over a stove? On more simpler times, maybe we could just make out?

My bedroom door was suddenly cracked, letting the hallway light peek through as I saw a tuft of dark hair and glimmer of tan skin become illuminated. I barely moved, but it was enough for Rami to notice that I wasn’t asleep.

“Did you rest at all”

“I did yeah. Just woke up actually.”

Rami nodded as he left the door slightly open and came to sit on the edge of my bed.

“Twins are sleeping.”

“Thank you”, I smiled at him genuinely as he smiled back at me before dropping eye contact and fixing his gaze onto the shapes and textures of my duvet.

It was like this for a couple minutes -- unbearable and awkward silence was making my breath quicken as I fiddled with my fingers set on top of my duvet.

“Did you want something?”

Rami jerked his head up, shaking it slightly, as he looked at me with a look i hadn’t seen in awhile. I almost couldn’t remember what this look was for..until he spoke.

“I miss you.”

I was speechless as I just stared, something I was all too well at doing.

“I just wanted to spend some time with you while we didn’t have any interruptions. You know, talk and catch up; we don’t get to do that anymore.”

“You’re right we don’t..”, I nodded agreeingly, “we definitely don’t.”

“So..”

“Soo”, I reiterated.

“Tell me what you’re up to..any new roles you’re excited for?”

I shook my head. Although I loved acting and saw it as my purpose in life, right now my purpose was my children, so I hadn’t been very antsy to go after any new roles; only taking ones that were offered to me and seemed to fit into my busy schedule.

“Is this because of the twins?”

You shrugged, “Being a mom is important to me and I don’t want anyone else raising my kids like a nanny or some bull shit.”

“Yeah, but I thought we promised each other that we would accommodate. I don’t want it to just be me taking roles, if that means you can’t.”

“We’ve promised each other lots of things Rami.”

I knew I shouldn’t have said it. The second the words left my mouth I coward and slumped my body as instant regret smothered me.

“I’m sorry,” I whispered.

Rami didn’t say anything, which made me look back up to find him looking at me with a type of hurt in his eyes as he ever so slightly scooted closer to the middle of my bed.

“You know that I wish things were different right? This isn’t my ideal situation, I hope you know that.”

“Yeah, I know..believe me, I know. It’s not mine either.”

“It’s just..you know I can’t trust you.”

Loudly, I huffed with tears threatening to leave my pupils. “Its been two years Rami.”

“That doesn’t change what you did Y/N!” His voice was loud and angry as I shushed him and encouraged him to fully shut the door.

He shut the door, a little too loudly for my liking as I shot him daggers with my eyes. “You’re going to wake them up.”

His facial expression immediately softened as he took his seat on the bed again as my eyes took in every movement he made while he brushed a hand through his thick dark hair and let out a loud sigh. “I’m sorry.”

“Just--”, I stopped the words that were attempting to betray my conscious that was currently screaming at me to just be honest and open with him.

“Say it. Say what you’re thinking.”

“No Rami It-”

“Fucking say it.”, although, his harsh language would make anyone think he was angry, his soft tone and facial expression were mirror images of a puppy with the brightest and biggest brown eyes, dying for you to take them home. Except, Rami was dying for me to be open and honest -- simple, yet a task in my eyes.

Suddenly, Rami scooted even closer on the bed until his crossed legs were parallel to mine that were covered by the duvet and as Rami placed his palms on the tops of my covered thighs, we resembled that one scene from the beloved 80’s movie Sixteen Candles. You know, the one where Samantha Baker and Jake Ryan finally are able to bask in their puppy love, at the very end of the film, as they sit on top of a dining room table with the room illuminated only by candles. The film encaptures the perfect, yet, intangible ending because love is never ever that easy. I wish it was, I truly do, but what me and Rami have isn’t puppy love and, sadly, me and Rami weren’t just two teenage misfits trying to find our place in the world and loving each other in the process. No, we were grown adults with children, that we created together, paired with a bittersweet past to match our even more bitter attitudes towards where we both stood with each other.

“Talk to me”, Rami said as he flipped his hands over, palms facing up and awaiting for my own hands to fall into place with his and I let them do just that.

Rami squeezed my hands, encouraging me as I nodded. “I just don’t get why you won’t give me another chance... No, give us another chance because this isn’t even about just me anymore Rami, clearly you are feeling this to-”

“What are you feeling?”

I shouldn’t have assumed i guess. He could very well just be trying to keep a good and open relationship with the women who mothered his children, but somehow I didn’t think that was true. This time I was confident he was feeling what I was feeling and I wasn't’ risking passing it up.

“I feel...I feel like we both want to be together but...but we are fighting each other on it. Which is crazy! Isn’t it crazy? We both want the same things and yet we are too scared to say anyt-”

It felt like the wind was knocked out of me or that ‘this couldn’t possibly be happening’ feeling, but it was happening. His lips quickly punctured my rant, that I had been rehearsing for months, as his hand came up to grasp the back of my neck to deepen the long, passionate kiss we were tangled up in. His lips, my god his lips; they were soft and oh so familiar as we both synced our movements as the hot smooches persisted.

I wasn’t even think, I was purely doing what felt right and natural as I gripped the collar of his t-shirt and pulled him closer to me, making him fall forwards, knocking me flat on my back and taking him right down with me, but never did our lips pull apart. Even when we laughed and nibbled on each others bottom lip, we never disconnected because we wanted nothing but to be touching and indulging in the others presence.

Rami’s hands soon found the bottom of my pajama top as he, without hesitation or second guess, pulled the fabric up and over my head. His mouth jumped onto my bare chest as his lips enclosed around my nipple, sucking and biting while his other hand massaged my other breast.

Our breaths were hot and loud as my hands fumbled with his shirt, making him pull his face away from my chest, but only long enough so I could leave his upper half naked. My eyes devoured him and my hands took advantage of this time as they smoothed up from his happy trail, to his stomach, were I felt his muscles tense up below me, until they left to rest on his chest.

Everything was fast and needy and exactly how I wanted it right now because I too was needing him and, judging by the growing bulge in his pants, he was needing me just as much.

My hands smoothed down and over his crotch, feeling the material covering his erection as I kneaded him, making Rami moan while he grinded his hand against my palm.

“You have no idea how often I've thought about doing this to you”, Rami’s breathy and growl-like words dug straight into my ear as he took a small bite into my earlobe while I fumbled with getting the zipper and button on his jeans to cooperate with my efforts to get rid of them.

“Mmm, tell me”, Rami pulled away from me, looking slightly confused as I pushed his jeans down his hips.

“Tell me how often you think about this.”

Rami seemed to grow a bit bashful at my request as he willingly kicked the rest of the denim from his legs, leaving him nearly nude in front of me as I got several layers deep in a deadly sin just eyeing him and appreciating that right now he wanted me just as badly as I wanted him; whether that be purely sexual or romantic, I didn’t give a single fuck, because we were both on the same page at this moment.

Instead of answering my question, he returned his mouth to my neck, leaving open mouthed kisses to the tight skin while one of his hands slipped underneath my shorts and went straight to the top of my underwear. His finger tips danced straight down in between my legs as one of his fingers glided along my covered fold, sending my back arching into his touch.

“Don’t tease. I’ve waited long enough, haven’t I?”, I whimpered.

Rami’s smile could be felt against my neck just before he rearranged his body so that he was resting between my legs with his knee’s holding him up as his hands found the tops of my shorts and panties and dragged both of them down my thighs as I assisted him by bending my knees, allowing him to easily get rid of the rest of my clothing.

“You didn’t answer my question.”

“Yeah, cause i’m a little more focused on other things right now like the naked girl laying under me.”

He attempted to distract me by pulling down the remainder of his clothing; discarding the light grey briefs and pushing them down his thighs with the help of his foot as he rested both of his hands on either side of my head. Sure, the distraction worked for a while as I reached my hand between us and began stroking his hard member, but I quickly recalled my question once he closed his eyes and began moving his hips so he was thrusting into my hand.

“You still didn’t answer my questions.”

Rami’s eyes peaked open as breathy moans still kept panting off of his tongue as he pressed his forehead against mine.

“Why does it matter?”

“Because..”, my hand moved the tip of his shaft against my folds, letting him feel how wet he had gotten me with the minimal touching we had already done. “Do I need a reason?”

“God you’re so wet.”

“Hmm?”, Rami’s voice was so soft and deep that you almost wouldn’t have heard his filthy words, but I heard them. I simply just wanted to hear him utter them louder.

Instead, he groaned, swatting my hand off of his erect cock as he gripped his shaft and pressed his tip to my entrance, making me involuntarily arch my back into him, causing him to enter me ever so slightly.

We were both moaning messes as Rami looked at me, silently asking if he could continue.

“You know I want it, jus-”

Before I could finish my thought, he was fully entering me at a slow pace as he winced above me, keeping his teeth latched tightly onto his bottom lip.

“Fuck.”

“I second that ‘fuck”, I whined as Rami tried his best not to laugh, but failed miserably.

“I hate you so much sometimes.”

I frowned, taking his lighthearted words much too literal for what they were because it was exactly what I had thought for the past couple years. I thought he hated me and was just putting on a happy show for our kids to see so they wouldn’t grow up knowing that there parents royally fucked up, or rather their mother royally fucked up any chance they had at loving each other.

“Hey, i’m joking. You know that, right?”, Rami let his thumb brush against the peak of my cheek bone, just below my eye, as he look at me intently.

I nodded, keeping my eyes out of the line of direct contact as I fumbled with the hairs on the back of his neck; twirling them around my finger.

“Look at me.”

I obeyed and looked at his sincere eyes as he continued stroking my cheek, just before he pressed a kiss to my lips.

God, this had to have been the best kiss i’d ever had the pleasure of indulging in. Not only because it was hot and heavy, but it was sincere and like a full glass of water on a hot summer day in Texas. It was filling me up, physically and emotionally, and the dripping emotions it carried through his lips to mine were like tiny endorphins making me smile again -- making me love him again and again.

“I want you”, I mumbled against his lips, both meaning his heart and soul and everything he had to offer as well as his body moving inside of me.

He definitely understood part of what I was saying as he moved his hips so that his cock moved completely out of me, before he roughly slammed back inside of me, making me latch my hands onto his biceps with a death grip.

“You still haven’t answered my-”

“Are you fucking kidding me”, Rami said breathlessly as he smiled down at me, not fully believing that I was so hung up on a question so petty in his mind.

“Did you think about it when you were kissing other girls?”, Rami had now gotten a slow, but steady thrusting rhythm as he filled me up -- feeling every inch of pleasure I had to offer him as he nodded his head.

“Yes, I--fuck--I always thought of you.” His words were spaced out, interrupted, and breathy, but I could still make out entirely what he meant.

“Even whe--shit--when you were fucking them.”

“Especially...”, gradually, his thrusts sped up until he was at an even, medium pace; just enough so I could really, really feel his warmth and every twitch of pleasure,”...especially when I was fucking them.”

My eyes rolled to the back of my head, both from pleasure as well as from the erotic words spewed from his mouth. Rami’s eyes, however, were wide open, watching my every reaction as they grew grey, a much darker shade then they normally were, as his one arm held himself up, while the other picked up my thigh, bending it and pressing it towards my chest so I could feel him deep -- so fucking deep.

“Ever--every time I buried myself deep inside someone..it was you. All I really wanted was you.”

I hadn’t noticed, but a single tear had slid down from my eye, making Rami’s eyes grow puppy dog like as he swiped the tear away. His thrusts slowed down a bit, most likely due to his attention being geared toward me and why I was crying, but it still felt so good. Just to be with him and near him felt so incredibly good and right.

“Anyone I dated, anyone I kissed; it was to find someone like you and no one”, his lips trembled slightly as they hovered over mine, “no one could touch you. Its always been you baby.”

I simply nodded, feeling much too overwhelmed with sexual pleasure and emotional contentment to muster up any words as I closed the gap between our lips; pressing them together in a hard kiss, hoping that did the trick in delivering the words that I couldn’t seem to find right now.

From then on, our lips never disconnected. Not even after we both were desperate, moaning messes, not even when I reached my high with a high pitched moan, and especially not when Rami reached his climax with a few sputtered thrusts and throaty groans. We never broke apart, not even to catch our breath as we clung to each other while coming down from the highs due to our orgasms; we merely just breathed in one another, mixing salty tears and saliva with one another as we relished in this feeling and this action that we were both so terribly involved in.

The only noise that caused us to move apart was the sound of one of the twins crying. Without hesitation, me and Rami pulled apart to stare at the baby monitor set on my side table as we both looked at the infant that was awake much too early from their nap.

“I’ll go check on her”, Rami said as he wiggled his sweaty, naked body off of mine.

“No, i can go. You did enough.”

“How about we both go?” I nodded with a smile as I managed to get my equally sweaty and sore body up to a sitting position as I tugged my pajama top and panties back on, but skipping the shorts.

Rami had grabbed his briefs and tugged them back on, but leaving all of his other clothing scattered on my floor where we had thrown them in the heat of the moment. I smiled, thinking back to how familiar this was, how carefree we both were before our babies and before the pregnancy and before all the complications had ensued. Rather, here we were, half clothed and comfortable as we pranced around my home, down the wood floored hallway as we shuffled, with quiet feet, to the door of the nursery.

Rami gently, turned the handle, attempting not to disturb the other twin who was sleeping soundly, as he scooted towards our little girl who was red cheeked and a crying mess. He scooped her up in his arms gently and pulled her out of the nursery, closing the door behind him, and cooing in her ear to try and soothe her.

“Shh, honey shh. It’s okay, daddy's got you.”

Her hicupped cries began to settle as he rocked her gently back and forth in his arms and I just gazed on, acknowledging that right now was Rami’s moment to be the dad that I knew he was amazing at. So, I took my role as a smiling mother in the background, grinning from ear to ear as I watched our little girl fall back asleep as her sniffles began to quiet.

“Should I put her back in bed?”, Rami whispered.

I shook my head, “She can sleep with us in our bed.”

“Our bed, huh?”, Rami waved a cocky eyebrow as he took note of my mistake -- calling my bed our bed, no matter how small, was still vastly incorrect...for now at least, but I could feel things were changing. Changing for the better.

“You know what I-”, Rami interrupted me as he waved his hand, well, to the best one could while holding a sleeping soundly two year old.

Silently, we both walked back to my bedroom as Rami plopped onto the bed gently, placing our little girl next to him and me curling up under my duvet right next to her so that she was sandwiched between the two of us.

We both curled up on our sides, facing one another as we smiled at each other, either one of our hands occasionally brushing against our daughters sleeping body, until we both reached out for her at the same time, but instead Rami took a hold of my hand in his, gently holding it against his palm.

I looked up towards him to see a grin plastered on his face, taking note of the single little curl that was glued to his forehead from the prior passionate “activities” we had indulged in. I took on a grin to match his as his thumb began playing with the skin near my knuckles as we both just relished in this moment; not really knowing what it meant or what was happening, but one thing we both knew was that we were moving in a direction that felt right and suddenly, I was happy things didn’t work out a couple years ago, because now I was going to get to re introduce myself to this Rami. This new man that stood before as a loving human being and even more loving father.

I loved him like this and now, I knew for sure that, he loved me to.

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Pom Pom

Anon asked: RICHJAKE FLUFFY FLOOF FLUFFISHLY FLUFY LIKE A FLOOFY DOGGO

Anon asked: Rich ‘n Jake being cuties because fluff

Anon asked: Richjake f l u f f

Idk what it is but something tells me you guys want richjake fluff so here goes nothing

—

When Jake woke up a few years ago on Halloween in the hospital he was almost certain his friendship with Rich was going to be a full stop. Words couldn’t describe how pissed off Jake really was when he figured out what happened. Who could blame him? He spent his first few days in the hospital mentally venting out his anger to Rich. He planned all the things he’d say, the grandest most emotional fuck you he’d ever come up with.

And somehow things turned out the opposite. He remembers it clear as day. He rolled into Rich’s hospital room with his rant burning on the tip of his tongue, filling his mind like a smoke in a room on fire. But when he saw Rich in a full body cast he felt everything he’d been building up rush out of him. That only got worse when Rich instantly started to apolgize.

It was in that moment Jake’s life was changed forever. He found himself somehow closer to Rich than ever before, they became the greatest two bros Middbourough High would ever see. And two years of awkward no homo jokes they somehow slipped into a comfortable relationship as boyfriend and boyfriend.

Jake was worried that college life would separate them. And Jake was worried for nothing. Because of his house burning down Jake found himself settled in a nice motel. It wasn’t the best, especially since it also meant he had to drop a lot of sports and clubs for part-time jobs, but he didn’t mind the independent living. Especially when college came around and Rich told his dad he was going to live in a dorm. Dorm meaning Jake’s little motel room.

His dreary living was instantly lit up with his boyfriend’s constant presence. Rich had a lot of energy and excitement, there was never a dull day with him around. Even on study days when they sat in a pleasant silence he found himself laughing every now and then at Rich’s stupid jokes. Rich even helped pay for food, phone bill, and the motel, all in exchange for being the big spoon.

Jake sighed at the memories, a smile tugging at his lip as he stared up at the ceiling. He rested his eyes for a moment, trying to dig deeper into the bed sheets that felt colder without Rich laying by him. Jake called out of work today, he was having a very bad leg day. The pain was flaring up badly and needed a refill on his pain medicine. If he had to go out today it’d definently be in a wheelchair. When he opened his eyes again he focused on a little orange smudge on the ceiling. From the time Rich was dancing while making a sandwich and flung peanut butter right from the knife to the ceiling. He chuckled, Rich always cheered him up.

Jake hummed and sat up in the bed when he heard the door unlock, “Hey Rich.”

Jake was instantly set on edge when he didn’t get an ethusiatic reply. He wondered if maybe Rich was having a bad day, one where he fell into a depressive mood. He listened closely as he heard the boy shuffle around from where he couldn’t see , every now and then whispering something he couldn’t make out. He seriously considered risking the pain of walking to go check on him.

“Rich? Yo, you alright babe? What’s goin’ on?”

There was pause in the shuffling, followed by footsteps. Rich’s head poked around the doorway with a cheeky smile, his red stripe strong against the bland motel wallpaper.

“Hey Jakey Baby” that playful tone only meant trouble. It meant Rich was trying to lighten him up before a shitstorm was unleashed.

Jake took a deep breath “…what did you do? I swear if you got kicked out of another Dick’s Sporting Goods I’ll-”

“Oh no no, Jake I’m personally offended. How dare you have such little faith in me.” Rich paused for a moment to look back at something he was holding out of Jake’s view, “This time, even though you’re gonna be mad at first, I did something great.”

“Mad? What do you mean-…? Rich what the fuck.”

Rich had fully stepped into view, and in his arms was a small little white puppy.

“Oh my God Rich.”

Rich smiled, petting the dog and rubbing through the agressive curls and puffs to rub her ears, “isn’t she cute! She’s a baby Pomeranian! I wanna call her Pom Pom”

Jake gave the dog a strange look. It wasn’t that he hated dogs but he su ked at taking care of himself, how was he gonna take care of an animal too? “Ok but where the fuck did Pom Pom come from from?”

Rich smiled, showing off his adorable tooth gap as he trotted over to sit on the bed next to Jake. “I was fucking around when Christine forced me to go get something she left at the shelter, y'know when she last volunteered. And she told me this little gal pal hadn’t been adopted in so long they were planning on giving up.”

Jake watched as Rich stared down at Pom Pom as though she were his newborn child. He had this smile curling up his cheeks that sent his heart racing. God he loved this goofball. Rich pet her up and down, then held her out for Jake to hold.

“Seriously man. Pet her, her fur is so fucking soft.”

Jake sighed and shook his head, failing to hold back a grin. He held Pom Pom in his lap and…well Rich wasn’t wrong, she was fucking soft as hell. His fingers ran through her fur, taking out small knots and curls.

He looked up at Rich, his hand moving in a back and forth motion over her head, “you need some impulse control.”

Rich shrugged, hopping onto the bed, “if my impulses are this awesome then maybe we should let them free”

Jake smiled, fluffing up the fur around the dogs face and watching as her little eyes curiously stared at him. She let out a little yap and god dammit that was adorable. Jake almost completely forgot about how much his legs hurt. How did Rich always seem to make things better?

Jake felt chapped lips press against his cheek and he rolled his eyes, “you know if they find out we have a dog up here we’re gonna have to find a new motel right?”

Rich shrugged, not caring even a little as he reached into a PetCo bag for a dog treat, “then I guess they won’t find out.”

Rich then placed a little bone shaped treat into Jake’s hand, “feed her dude. It’s amazing”

“Uh, ok?” Around Rich, Jake just couldn’t stop laughing.

Jake held his hand out and little Pom Pom nibbled on it, going so far as to lick his hand when she was done, “…ok so maybe she’s cute”

“I fucking told you! And I know it’s not a golden retriever like you’ve always wanted but I mean you really want a dog so”

“Wait, I don’t remember telling you that”

“Yeah,” Rich took the dog back, holding her in his arms like a baby. “You didn’t have to, I’m the, yknow, best fucking boyfriend ever? Duh?”

“I bet Michael doesn’t have to worry about Jeremy bringing a dog to their dorm”

“You kidding? Once Jeremy has an idea what’s to keep him from doing It? You give him too much credit. Why am I even with you, honestly.”

Jake hummed, rolling in the bed to face Rich, “because you’re hella gay”

“Hella bi”

Jake rolled his eyes, “How about you put that dog down-”

Rich gasped, holding a hand over his heart dramatically, “that dog is our daughter, Jakey!”

Jake flicked his forehead, dorky smile never leaving either of their faces, “put her down and make out with me.”

Rich hummed in thought, slowly putting Pom Pom on the ground so she could trot around the place. He looked back at Jake, a mischievous and loving look in his eyes. He put a hand down on the bed near Jake and leaned over his face.

“No homo?”

“No homo.”

Rich then captured up all that Jake never thought he’d have.

–

“Hey Rich?”

“Yeah dude?”

“You know you’re taking her on walks right?”

“…ugh”

“Love you, Richie”