#loves his daughter and maybe showers her with more love than usual because of what he did to his other kids but at times he doesnt know how

[nonuggetshere]

I need to draw something with PK and Hornet there's not enough of these two together in my art

[ch6sos]

✧.* nanami headcanons <3

He hums/sings while showering and feels embarrassed when confronted about it.

When someone he enjoys talking to speaks to him, he usually appears serious, but his expression is always unreadable. The expression conveys pure fondness for the person!! He enjoys hearing them ramble about their day, their lives, etc. He gives them a warm look.

Definitely a listener more than a rambler. He listens to people all the time, and remembers the small details about them. He tends to bring them up sometimes, which surprises the other person. But, he is extremely attentive to detail and loves getting to know people.

You know how in Korean dramas, the male lead is always a jack of all trades or something? Nanami is exactly that guy. Need assistance with your plumbing? He is there. Do you need to fix a lightbulb? He is there. Need help building a house? He is there.

He plays an instrument. He would play either the piano, violin, or flute.

He definitely enjoys watching movies in his spare time. When he is not doing anything, he enjoys watching movies. If he existed in the modern world, he would for sure have a Letterboxd account.

In a Modern AU, Nanami would undoubtedly be an English/History major. I do not care what anyone says. Maybe philosophy or business. But he would be one of those fine humanities majors you notice and immediately fall for.

Books are his specialty. He probably has several places where he goes to relax and read a book he recently purchased.

Speaking of books, if he gets a partner, he will read to them. He would cuddle them in bed, holding them in his arms while he read silently to them, pressing his lips against their ear, the soft, deep tone of his voice sounding like a musical masterpiece in their ear.

Pottery!! He enjoys pottery so much. He probably went to a pottery event/class when he was bored (he failed, the bowl looked like a deformed apple) but he really enjoyed the process. He definitely began to watch more videos on pottery and probably got himself a pottery wheel.

He is definitely an animal lover. he doesn't look like it, but he loves, LOVES, LOVES animals. If he sees a dog, his heart flutters but he doesn't touch it just in case. But, he's an animal attractor of course. The dogs are all over him at the dog park, and he smiles a little while petting them.

Speaking of animals, he probably has a cat. The cat is named after a food for sure. It is most definitely a type of bread or sandwich or a nut. For example, Pistachio or Baguette.

Super gentle with children. He genuinely enjoys being around them. Ask him about having children He will Be On Board.

HE WOULD NOT BE MEAN. The amount of people I have seen mischaracterize him by making him mean just because he's serious. No. He is just introverted and serious and needs to be comfortable around a person.

During relationships, he genuinely enjoys checking in on the person he is dating. He is always there for them, comforting, cherishing, and listening. He tries to get off work as soon as possible so that he can spend time with his significant other.

If he is shown too much affection, he does not snap or become angry with the person. He just blushes. He just lets out a soft "hm" and pretends to be serious, but his heart is racing, and his cheeks, ears, and neck indicate otherwise. He also gives them a slightly surprised look that quickly turns to his stoic look.

He definitely bought baby shoes at a store just because he thought they were so cute. Mans just wants a baby.

He would be both a girl and a boy dad. I do not care what anyone says; he loves both. If he has a son, he will do everything in his power to raise him as a gentleman while also showing him a lot of love and affection. If he has a daughter, he will be so gentle with her while also raising her to be a sophisticated, strong young woman.

Genuinely would be the grandpa of the friend group. Come on. Just look at him.

As a teenager, he probably would do the emo hair flip thing because his fringe kept getting onto his eye. Gojo probably laughed his ass off.

Secretly really touch-starved. People think he is not affectionate, but he is, just not in public. He would most likely grab his significant other while they were doing something and attack them with kisses. He probably likes being a little spoon sometimes even though he looks like an old man. He is clingy, okay? But not overly clingy. Sometimes he needs his own space.

Loves kissing their partner's beauty moles. The ones under their nose, the ones on their ear, the ones on scattered around their face, the ones in other areas... Wherever they are located, he will kiss them.

Sometimes he needs to be reassured. He needs to know if he is doing okay, if he is treating a person well. It looks like he does not need it, but he genuinely sometimes gets insecure about how others perceive him or how well he treats them. He worries about hurting someone's feelings.

Loves to try and hype up his partner with extreme amount of compliments. He is truly the number one simp and hype man.

I am a strong advocate for the fact that Nanami loves people of color. Like he will date a person of color. I don't CARE. I am Afro-Latina let me have my headcanon in peace : (

Once again. He is NOT mean. He will not yell. If he is angry, he is calm. He does not yell and if he does it is extremely rare. But he would never in his life yell at his partner or children if he has any. The only way he shows disappointment is by staying calm.

Speaking of being angry, he is not the type to show silent treatment. He would much rather talk rather than give a cold shoulder. He is a grown man. He knows how to communicate, people.

Old-fashioned nicknames. That is all. My love. Darling. Sweetheart.

He is probably fluent in several languages. I understand he is overly perfect, but he is perfect in my eyes. He probably takes the time to learn languages so that people feel included. Plus, he genuinely enjoys learning about different cultures.

Owned a bakery or worked as a chef at some point in his life. Maybe even a barista.

Helps old ladies cross the street, assists people with heavy bags, is courteous to his neighbors, and is the grandson of every old neighbor ever.

Probably is the type of guy to sit down on the couch and not try at Just Dance, and ends up winning.

Despite being serious, he would genuinely be bad at the game Among Us. This is so random but hear me out.

Favorite ice cream flavor is probably coffee or pistachio. Maybe even basic vanilla. He is not a big fan anyway.

Jazz music, classical music, old music is his speciality. In high school during his emo hair era he more so listened to 90s rock/punk rock.

His most used app(s) on his Samsung Galaxy S24 Ultra is WhatsApp and Candy Crush.

Definitely has a whole closet of clothing and browses through them every night to see what suit he wants to wear for the next day.

When he shops or gets food, he goes to local family owned shops. He does not go to Starbucks for his coffee. He goes to the local family owned coffee shop.

Dry texter but if he gets a partner who is not a dry texter, he genuinely begins to pick up their habits. If they type with emojis he begins using emojis. I apologize but he'd unironically use the laughing crying emoji. "Haha! 😂". Okay but genuinely, he would actually keyboard slam at some point. He sends them a photo, they go like "jshekehdkehdjdlsjdl" and one time they did the same thing and he was like:

"....Kshskshdjxbsnab." You know?

He is low key sassy. He was affected by sassy man apocalypse. He hides it in that serious exterior of his but he gives the biggest side eyes sometimes, crosses his legs too.

Snores like a dad. Bro was probably recorded by Haibara while he was in the dorms and bro was snoring like a regular ol dad. Drooling too. What a silly guy.

Anyway...

Overall, the best man ever. He is the man ever and that is why he is not real. Unfortunately.

forever angel <33

[wokelander]

trailer park trajectory

ft. jimmy x fem!reader

tags. daddy-daughter incest, smut, mention of vomit, mentions of pregnancy and abortion, anal, piv sex, creampie, daddy kink

note. not liking this but whatever who gaf! unedited per usual. feedback n rbs always appreciated :3

The year Jimmy spent with his high school girlfriend might’ve been the best year of his life. Man, he had it fucking cushty. He had a pierced ear and she had a bad boy fantasy, but Jimmy isn’t bad he is just a piece of fucking shit to be entirely honest. Columbine bad maybe. He’s sure any dentist would be delighted to drill the rot out of him, it goes deep.

She had lotion-smelling rich-girl skin and a velvet cunt, fit like a glove. All round and soft, shaped by a silver spoon. He liked her heated toilet and fluffy pillows and fuck-proof bed. He liked using her walk-in shower, body jets included, it felt nice to go to school not stinking of ammonia and wet dogs.

It was their senior year and he had never been particularly popular, maybe because of his shitty shoes and shittier attitude, but she liked him more than he ever liked her. He liked having something he couldn’t have. Jimmy liked that look on her dad’s face anytime he came over, somewhere between constipation and resignation. He had tried to talk it out with his daughter, but she was so hopelessly in love with Jimmy, stubbornly so, she seemed to take his flaws as a personal affront. It didn’t matter what clothes he wore, the bands he liked, his postcode—She loved him, trailer-trash scum and all.

Jimmy didn’t get it, but he wasn’t complaining.

Then she went and got knocked up. She spent prom night in the bathroom hacking up her guts. It was disgusting. She was disgusting; vomit caked around her pink mouth, face crumpled like a used tissue as she clung to the leg of that fancy tuxedo she got him. He couldn’t believe he had ever fucked her, wanted her, kissed her. 

Whether it was Jimmy’s or not it didn’t matter. She had something inside of her. He had fucked her and she had that thing growing, taking up space in her abdominal cavity like an alien parasite. He had fucked her and it was in there. At the time killing her crossed his mind, once or twice, thrice at the very most. Jimmy came over one day with a coat hanger and opioids from his mom’s makeshift pharmacy in the bathroom cabinet. He told her it was going to be okay, that she didn’t have to worry any longer. Unfortunately, that did not work out. She kicked and screamed and her parents came in and it was a big mess really. They found out with a little coaxing of course, as if the hanger wasn’t a big enough hint, and it was an even bigger mess really.

Paternal tests were taken so Jimmy couldn’t get out of it. He prayed every night to gods he didn’t even fucking believe in, took up Buddhism during the third trimester. Much to his dismay it wasn’t stillborn it was a fucking girl.

Before you were born, Curly had asked him several times if he was sure he wanted to be inside the delivery room. Obviously he fucking did not. Nobody wants to see their girlfriend’s fucking guts. No man should have to see a pussy that isn’t intact. But it felt like a dig at Jimmy, the implication being he wasn’t able to handle it.

(He threw up when he saw the epidural, passed out when she got split open in all the wrong ways.)

Her father pushed him out little by little, Jimmy was glad. Fresh out of the womb and you were living newborn life in circles Jimmy has never belonged, making connections with toddler oligarchs. You didn’t need him and he didn’t want you. What was the point of sticking around? Parenting is not his forte, children are not his niche, in fact Jimmy would prefer for them to be kept fifteen feet away from him at all times. They’re leeches - eat your food, drain your savings, complicate your sex life, and worst of all they cry.

Jimmy finds no point in pretending to be nice, but to you he is deliberately cruel. Precise like he is cutting into you with a scalpel, surgeon-steady hands tearing you a new one. He doesn’t think you remember what he told you growing up—I never wanted you, I never wanted you, I never wanted you—because your laughter is light like the world has never been cruel to you.

“You can’t even do this for me, James?” She is using his full name so he ignores her, but she continues looking at him expectantly, wanting something from his empty pockets.

After all these years, his ex has still got it, that’s what money can get you. Her tits are in the right place, high on her chest, like the two halves of an evenly sliced melon were stuffed down the front of her blouse. Her ass is tight courtesy of her newest doctor. It could’ve worked out if she had just got rid of you.

Jimmy is sitting at his dining table rolling cigarettes to light on the stove. The table is round and white like a giant bottle cap, foldable to make extra space inside his trailer. He eats breakfast, lunch and dinner here, there’s no room for two plates. There is no room for you here or anywhere, especially no room in his life.

“She’s not gonna like it here.” He shrugs, and he’s not wrong. You’re going to go running for the hills the minute you step foot in the trailer park. “I heard they got nice things to do in England for Christmas.” Jimmy doesn’t have a single clue on what goes down in England and whether they’re even that big on Christmas.

“There’s nice things to do everywhere, but you won’t be there.”

“Why does it matter if I’m there?” When has anybody ever wanted Jimmy to stick around for longer than absolutely necessary? When has she ever wanted him to stay? Everything was made clear to Jimmy when she decided to have you, she didn’t want him then so why does it matter now?

“Because you’re her dad? If I needed a babysitter I could drop her to Candy, but she’s an adult and she doesn’t need one, Jim.” All of her friends have stripper names, Jimmy had told her that once. “I am asking you to spend time with our daughter, your daughter just for a week and you can’t even do that for me?”

“She’s a big girl now, sure she can handle a week on her own.” Jimmy does not look up once, you’re simply not interesting to him.

Defeated, she lets out a laugh. It’s half-aborted and exhausted. “Fine. Fine. Whatever. She’s never going to speak to you again when she finds out about this, I’m serious.”

“Good,” Jimmy bites out, gritting his teeth so hard they feel as if they’ve come loose.

“Don’t say that, Jim.” The toilet flushes and Curly steps out of the bathroom wiping his hands on a tea towel. “You should let her come over, he’s spending Christmas at my place this year.”

Oh, fuck off.

Fucking Curly and his hard-on for good deeds.

“I didn’t know you were here, Curly.” Her eyes light up because Curly is the saviour of the masses, he is modern day Jesus fucking Christ and Jimmy is useless as tits on a nun. “Are you sure? I wouldn’t want to intrude, it’s different if it’s just Jim, but…”

“Course not, kid’s like family to me.” He smiles, all bright and cheery, a burning ball of gas that is blinding and clearly noxious because he’s making Jimmy sick.

“That’s sweet.” She sighs, her voice taking on a dreamy tone, head tilted to the side as she smiles at Curly sweetly. Like she wants to fuck him. “You’re sweet. Thank you, I didn’t want to leave her alone, but dad’s going to be in hospital and I just need her to have fun, I mean it’s Christmas.”

“I get it.” Curly pats her on the shoulder, she side-hugs him and Jimmy watches like some sad sack of shit cuck. “See you soon, alright? You take care now.” He sees her off like a gentleman.

“If you want her so bad you take her.”

“Who, the kid or her?” He nudges Jimmy playfully. It’s a joke, but Jimmy does not take it as one. He knows that Curly is perfectly capable of doing both.

Jimmy scoffs. “The kid—She’s not a kid, y’know?”

Curly waves his hand dismissively. “C’mon, she is to me.” Swooping in like a saviour and he hasn’t even seen you since your sweet sixteenth. Curly doesn’t know that you zip around town in a shiny sports car now, it whizzes down the road like a bullet. He doesn’t know how you wear your hair, what clothes you wear, that you drink and smoke and fuck.

Jimmy knows.

“Are you kidding, she’s big as fuck, man.” Jimmy makes a motion with his hands, gesturing to his chest lewdly. “Like her mom.”

“Knock it off, Jim.”

“There’s no snow this year because of global warming, Uncle Curly.” You’re as dull-witted as ever this evening, helping yourself to the expensive wine you brought along. Nothing on your plate has been touched apart from a single grape and half a cracker. “The ice caps are melting, we should cut down on our meat consumption.”

Showed up at Curly’s doorstep decked out in your tightest cashmere sweater and smallest skirt, no holes in your stockings and one of those expensive scarves that don’t leave fibres all over the rest of your clothes. An American Girl doll all grown up, dabbling in cocaine and Saturday night DUIs, mouth painted red like a whore. He doesn’t know what part of you is him, that’s something to be glad about.

Jimmy looked through the peep-hole and double locked the door.

Curly let you in because of course he did.

“Is that so?” He’s such a phoney, pretending to care about what you say while he loads his plate with glazed ham, lamb and turkey. “Don’t know if I’ll be able to do that if I’m honest.”

“Everybody knows that, you don’t have to sound so interested.” It’s just a little bit ironic that they’re getting lectured at by a girl who’s luxury is polluting the ecosystem. Curly could cut down on meat and Jimmy could start cycling everywhere he goes but that still wouldn’t make a difference. Your million-dollar smile is shedding microplastics, and you have an arsenal of beauty products with enough chemicals to run a fucking meth lab, but sure Jimmy is supposed to pedal himself half to death and Curly is going to eat tofu till he gags all in the name of the environment that you are using as a playground.

“Jim.”

“Sorry,” says Jimmy, who is very unsorry. It’s less about remorse and more about keeping peace. He knows how Curly gets, that he likes to keep things rainbows and sunshine, he likes apologies. Treats them as a currency of sorts. “Weren’t you in Paris last week?”

“Yes, dad, I was really stressed out about finals.” Right. Right. Jet-setting is amazing for the planet of course. “Mental wellness is so important, that’s why mom still looks so young, she looks good, right?”

“Her doctor did great.”

“That’s not funny, dad.” You wag your manicured little finger at him. He wants to break it. The irony isn’t thick, it’s suffocating. Recycle, reuse, reduce all you want but somewhere in the world there’s a girl like you with a closet full of clothes you have worn once to show off online, taking last minute trips to tropical destinations for spa treatments you could get down the road. “You get it don’t you, Uncle Curly?”

“Oh yeah.” Curly smiles, blinding. “You only live once, gotta make the most of it.”

“Exactly!” Your chirp, leaning towards him as you smile, equally as blinding. “It’s a balance, you have to enjoy yourself in moderation and recycle.” Moderation says a girl who hasn’t worn the same pair of socks twice, a girl whose hands have never touched a vacuum, and neither have Jimmy’s but for different reasons. You’ve never had to. He’s just lazy. “Oh, you know, Uncle Curly, I thought you would be married by now.”

Sheepish, Curly shakes his head, messing with the curls at the nape of his neck. “Not yet, not had any time really.”

“I think you’re a catch, Uncle Curly.” Little bit weird, but okay. Jimmy says nothing. “You have those big working-man hands.”

“Oh, I guess I do.” He laughs it off, but it’s taut, a faint tension in his square jaw.

“Yeah, they’re huge, Uncle Curly—Look!” You hold yours up, blinking at him expectantly to do the same, and Curly cannot say no. Not when it comes to Jimmy and not when it comes to you. “See!”

“I do.” Curly’s smile is doing its best not to fall.

“Mom always sets me up with, like, losers, I mean they don’t know how to do anything, I doubt they could screw a lightbulb in—I can’t screw a lightbulb in, but that’s not my job is it, Uncle Curly?”

“No, it’s not.” Your hands have intertwined, you’re giving him this smile that is making Curly uneasy, and Jimmy thinks for the first time that maybe you really are his.

“You turn forty next year, right?” You ask, a hidden intention behind your seemingly innocent question. Curly hums, nodding slowly. “We should get together if you don’t get a girlfriend by your birthday, Uncle Curly.”

Curly splutters, his words tangled in his throat, looking at Jimmy for help. “I don’t think—“

“No, really, I’m serious, Uncle Curly.” You squeeze his hand tightly, eyes sort of crazed. “I’ve got a thing for, like, blue-collar guys, and mom likes you and I mean your dad’s best friend so…” You’re a child who hasn’t been denied anything, you don’t know what limits are. “I just think it’s sexy, all that heavy-lifting and sweating, it’s so different.”

Jimmy snorts, the corner of his lip lifting in amusement. “You go right ahead, got my blessing for sure.”

“Jim,” he strains, jerking himself out of your grip, “I think you should get her home, had one too many drinks, didn’t you, sweetheart? It’s okay, happens to the best of us.”

“I’m fine actually, Uncle Curly, don’t worry about me—“

“Jim.”

Jimmy groans as he stretches, taking his time getting up and putting his boots on. “C’mon, we’re going home.”

“But dad—“ You’re pouting, that doesn’t work on him like it would your mother.

“We’re going home,” Jimmy tells you, making it clear there’s no room for any ands, ifs or buts.

“Are you going to murder me?” You blink rapidly as if trying to wake up from a nightmare. Jimmy’s rusty pick-up clunks and clanks down the narrow dirt path that leads home.

“Nah, not worth it.”

“Then why are you taking me here?” You take in the deconstructed metal structures, washing hung on lines that span the whole field. “This isn’t where you live is it, dad?”

See, this is why he used to babysit at your place. You’re a prissy piece of shit. He pulls up beside his trailer, undoing his seatbelt. Nails dig into his arm, you cling to him like you never have before. “Dad, I don’t want to sleep here!”

“Then sleep in the car.” Jimmy sighs deeply, inconvenienced by you like he has been his whole life, a faint vein throbbing in his forehead.

“Are you serious?” You hold onto him tighter. Fucking parasite. Ungrateful, good-for-nothing, la-di-da sorority girl. “What if get raped, dad? Do you want me to get raped, is that really what you want.”

Jimmy thinks on it, he smiles for the first time that night. “If it shuts you up, yes.”

“That’s awful! You’re awful!”

You end up following him inside, sniffling into the arm of his jacket and making little noises of disgust. “Can I sleep with you?”

“Will you be quiet?”

“I will, I swear, I won’t make a peep, dad.”

You do move a lot though so Jimmy traps you under his arm, it curls tight around your waist like a snake and you let out a soft whimper. “Stay still.”

“Sorry…” You whisper, and then you proceed to move again, the curve of your soft ass pressing against his crotch.

Women are either beautiful or not, and it might be bad to say—When has that ever stopped Jimmy before? You’re hot for a girl that’s supposed to be his daughter. Like Pornstar Barbie and Ken bumped plastic uglies to make you. It’s why he doesn’t fully believe it, you could be Curly’s for all he knows.

(The paternity test says otherwise. It says you are his. His baby, his parasite, his responsibility.)

“What are you trying, little girl?” Jimmy hisses in your ear, the hand on your waist slides up to grope your breast through the fabric of your silk nightie.

You don’t seem upset. Which is what a girl should be when her father touches her fucking tit. “Nothing.”

“Bullshit.” Jimmy squeezes tighter, fat tit caged in by his fingers like netted meat. “You’re soaking your panties over some fucked up poverty fetish, you weird little bitch.” Just like your mom and her weird fucking trailer park princess fantasy. Look where that ended up. “What did you say to him? Working-man hands,” Jimmy recalls, and he can’t help but laugh, it’s so fucked up. What is wrong with rich girls? “Uncle Curly didn’t want to fuck you so you’re trying it out on your dad, hm? Is that what this is?”

“You’re my dad…” He thinks something normal is going to come out of your mouth for a split second, and then you say, “Of course you were my first choice.” Defying all expectations as usual.

“I never wanted you.”

“Do you want me now?” You take his hand and guide it between your thighs, his calloused hand gliding over your rich-girl skin. It feels like hers used to.

”No.” Jimmy cups your cunt, the heat coming through your panties.

“You do… I can feel you, dad.” You wriggle your ass, hard dick slotting perfectly between the two peachy cheeks. “You want me.”

“I don’t want you.” He’s never wanted you, and he won’t start now.

“Then why are you touching me?” You sound all smug, and he’s glad he can’t see your stupid face in the dark.

“Because.” You’re another hole to fuck, that can never do a guy any harm. Jimmy slides your panties to the side, two fingers on your stiff clit, rubbing it from side to side.

“I can feel you.” You whine in your whiny little voice, and he’s too taken by the faint sound of your squelching pussy soaking his fingers to be irritated.

“Yeah.” His breath comes out sharp, grinding his dick into your ass while he gets you off. “Dad started thinking about spoiled little pussies, think you could help him out?”

“If he asks nicely—Oh!” You yelp when Jimmy flattens you to the creaking bed.

This is what you wanted, so it’s what you’re going to get. No milky-soft, sappy rich boy shit. Jimmy isn’t going to kiss your ankles and tell you that you look beautiful tonight, he’s going to fuck you how you want to be fucked.

“Look at you, you’re asking for it.” Jimmy drags the neckline over the swell of your full breasts, they droop slightly when out of their confines and that’s how you know they’re real. Porn tits.

You nod, wide-eyed and pouty-lipped. “I’m asking for it, daddy.”

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. What the fuck. Daddy? God, he doesn’t even like being dad let alone daddy.

Beneath him, you shift, spreading your legs as far as they go and reaching down to part your plump pussy lips with your pink nails, it’s so soaked your fingers slip when you try to spread your labia. “I need you right here, daddy.

Jimmy’s cock throbs. Hard as a diamond. He fumbles to take off his boxers. Whatever you’re doing to him, fucking around with his brain like the little parasite you are, it’s downright wrong. He’s going to fuck right through you. A silvery strand of pre trickles down the underside of his shaft, his dick twitches, balls tightening the longer he watches your soft cunt flutter around nothing.

With your ankles behind your head you’re infinitely prettier. You part your whore lips and whine, still spreading yourself open for him, this time with the addition of your cute, bleached asshole. It’s puffy and tight and he wonders if you’ve ever let anybody in.

“Slut.” Jimmy spits on your cunt, it’s unneeded, but this is how real men fuck. His spit dribbles down your crack, wetting your tighter hole. “Is this what you wanted?” He asks, voice low and rough as he drags the head of his cock up and down your slit, swiftly sinking into your tight cunt. A single, fluid thrust and he’s buried to the hilt, pussy sucking him in because you’re greedy.

“Yes, yes—Yes, daddy.” Your fingers tremble as you hold yourself open for him, bottom lip jutting out as a moan builds in your throat. “I wanted it so bad, daddy—Needed you.”

You get everything you want. Of course you do. Here he is giving it to you, eating out the palm of your hand. Jimmy can’t think when you tighten around him, sweating like he’s in a fucking sauna. His mind blanks, driving his hips forward like nothing else matters, the mattress nags at him with each thrust, creaking noisily. Stupid rich-girl cunt taking every inch without hesitation, wet and warm and so fucking tight he can’t breathe.

Somewhere between each frantic, feverish thrust of his dick, Jimmy slips out and the fat head presses to your asshole. You don’t say anything. That’s like giving him the go-ahead. So when you are too busy whimpering about the loss of his cock in your stretched little cunt, Jimmy breaches your ass, the head pops in no problem. You’re dirty. You’ve been used over and over. So many dicks before him even in your tightest hole.

“You’re a slut,” Jimmy mumbles into your neck, hips jerking forward, pushing against the resistance your hole puts up until he is sheathed inside of you.

“I’m sorry, daddy.” You like it. You like the burn as he forces his way in, breaking open your asshole so no one else will ever want to use it.

“No you’re not.” All you do is take and take and take. Parasite. Spoiled. Stupid whore. He fucks into you, riled up by your fucking audacity. His daughter is a slut. All because he didn’t stick around, you had to rely on your incompetent airhead of a mother.

The fat tip of Jimmy’s dick pops out of your hole, you cry out, begging him to put it back in. Give it to me, dad. Please, daddy. I want it, daddy. Dad. Dad. Dad. I want it now. Daddy. You don’t even know how to say please, he doesn’t think you’ve ever had to say it.

“Shut up,” Jimmy groans, face strained like he has a terrible headache, “shut up.”

You pout, that’s all you know how to do. Want. Want. Want. You’re holding yourself open for him still, he can see your insides. Jimmy guides his cock back up, slapping it against the puffy rim, watching your hole wink at him. “Fuck me,” you demand, whinging at him, brown drawn together in a scowl that’s almost his.

“Do it yourself.” He levels you with his glare. “Slut,” he adds for good measure, “c’mon, work for it.”

You must be a natural because Jimmy knows you have never worked a single day in your life. The way you work his cock, lifting your hips up and humping upwards, taking him deeper each time, it drives him crazy.

Absent-mindedly, Jimmy’s fingers find your clit, eyes trained on your asshole stretching open around his shaft, his hips have started to move again. He can’t help himself. He does it better. Faster. Harder. Makes you cry, cheeks wet as you sob for him.

Daddy, daddy, daddy.

Jimmy hates it, but he tunes you out, pinching your clit so hard you wail and swear to fucking god the whole park must hear it. Your cunt gushes all over his hand, dripping into the cupped palm of his hand while he pounds into your ass, the slap of his balls on your skin getting louder the closer he gets to his high.

With a strained noise deep in the back of his throat, Jimmy’s dick gives a few last thrusts into your hole, the wet click, click, click of your throughly fucked asshole drives him nuts. He spills his load inside of you, it dribbles out when his cock slips out.

Jimmy flops down beside you. “I never wanted you,” he mumbles, hoping you know where he stands on your existence, still one of his hands finds itself rubbing your hip tenderly.

“You do now.” He almost misses the cheeky smile on your face in the dark. You’re clearly satisfied, preening and cuddling into his chest like you’re his girlfriend, tingling from head to toe, draping yourself over him like he is a trophy he’s won.

“Go to bed.” He taps you sharply on the ass.

“Okay, daddy.” Jimmy feels you tracing hearts into his skin, soothing him to sleep. “I love you,” you say, pressing a kiss to his clavicle, you smell like your mom. Rich-girl skin. He pretends to be asleep.

[kingofbodyrolls]

Friendcation (m) | myg | baby special

Yoongi spends time with your daughter 💜

→ Pairing: mechanic!Yoongi x reader (female) → AUs: roadtrip!au, non idol!au, established relationship, mechanic!Yoongi, dad!Yoongi, married!au → Genres: slice of life, humor/crack and so much fucking fluff → Rating: mature/explicit/R18 (this is mature/explicit content, so minors, please do not interact.) → Word count: 3.5k → Warnings (explicit): this is just pure fluff, so nothing smutty in this one! But there’s mention of pussy, if that is a warning? I swear, it’s just funny, sweet and lovely 🥹 it's written completely in Yoongi's pov, just because... you'll see 💜 → Author’s note(1): the last extra for friendcation that I’ve planned 🥳 I don’t think I’ll write more for this series/couple so please consider this officially completed (but you never know, lol). But I really don’t know what more I could add to this. I hope you enjoy this one too! 💜 And thank you all so fucking much; thank you for reading, commenting, reviewing, reblogging—everything means so much to me, you truly don’t know. Knowing what you think, and that you like reading my stories matters a lot to me, and essentially that is what keeps me going (especially when I’m struggling). So thank you 🫂 → Read on AO3? [link] ✨

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The gentle patter of tiny feet echoes through his dreams, a soft cadence pulling him from the depths of sleep. Not fully awake, yet not entirely asleep, he hovers on the fragile edge of consciousness. The sound of those footsteps—familiar, beloved—grows louder, closer, until a tender warmth touches his cheek.

“Daddy! Daddy! Wakey, wakey!” Mee-Yon’s voice bursts with joy, her excitement bubbling over as she bounces on the balls of her feet, her laughter a melody that could rouse the sun itself. 

He groans, stretching the stiffness from his body as the couch protests beneath him. Slowly, he opens his eyes, and there she is—his daughter, beaming down at him with a grin so pure it melts away any lingering weariness. How could he be upset when faced with such a sight? That tiny, radiant face is too full of life, too full of love.

“Hm?” he groans again, as Mee-Yon’s tiny fingers press against his cheeks, her eyes wide and insistent, sparkling with the boundless energy only a three-year-old could possess. She bounces still, a little ball of endless enthusiasm, and he marvels at how so much vigor can be contained in such a small body.

“Uncle Minnie is here,” she announces, her voice dropping just slightly, though no less vibrant, as if she’s sharing a grand secret. Her eyes shine with excitement, practically glittering—no, bursting with rainbows, if only this were a cartoon. And in this moment, he thinks, maybe he’s been watching too many cartoons lately, breathing in too much of that magic.

“He is?” he murmurs, running a hand through his dark hair, now cropped shorter than usual—a change he knows you’ll notice. He remembers how you prefer it longer, but for now, this is how it is.

“Mhm,” Mee-Yon confirms with a dramatic little stance, hands on her hips. That flair for the dramatic—definitely not something she got from him. Him, dramatic? Never.

He chuckles, gently patting her head, his fingers tracing through her soft hair that hasn’t yet been tamed into the neat bun she usually wears. Should he tie it up? He hesitates, knowing she’ll just pull it out moments after he’s finished.

Looking up, he sees Jimin standing in the doorway, a soft smile on his face as he watches Mee-Yon with an adoration so profound it almost makes the room glow. Jimin, the ever-dedicated godfather, has taken his role to heart, showering her with a love so abundant it spills over, warming the whole house. He spoils her endlessly, and though he’d never admit it, he’s grateful for it. It’s nice. It’s more than nice. It’s love, in its purest form.

“MINNIE!” Mee-Yon cries out, spinning on her heel to race toward Jimin, arms flung wide. He scoops her up effortlessly, lifting her high into the air, the room filling with the sound of her gleeful giggles and his playful airplane noises. As his arms tire, he lowers her gently to the ground, and she wraps herself around his legs, claiming him with a possessive “Mine.”

Jimin grins, glancing over at him. “I see she’s as possessive as you,” he teases, and Yoongi responds with a playful scoff, rolling his eyes in mock exasperation. But deep down, his heart swells, knowing these moments—these precious, fleeting moments—are what make everything worthwhile.

He rises from the couch, stretching the remnants of sleep from his limbs, and finally, the sweet, intoxicating aroma of dinner weaves its way to him, causing his stomach to rumble in anticipation. The scent is warm, rich, filled with love, and it beckons him forward like a siren’s call.

As he moves past Mee-Yon and Jimin, their laughter like a soft melody in the background, he follows the trail of that delicious fragrance into the kitchen. There you are, immersed in the ritual of cooking, your focus entirely on the simmering pans before you. You’re making dinner—far more than necessary, as always, though tonight it’s just you, Yoongi, Jimin, and little Mee-Yon. But since becoming a mother, you’ve taken to preparing meals that last for days, an act of foresight that saves time and allows for more precious moments together. He loves this about you, this quiet efficiency that carves out more space for family, more time to bask in the warmth of togetherness.

You haven’t noticed him yet, lost in the rhythm of your work, the soft sizzle of the stove and the gentle clatter of utensils. He knows better than to startle you, aware of the way you lose yourself in the dance of cooking. So he deliberately makes his steps audible, the floor creaking underfoot as he approaches. “Smells nice,” he murmurs, his voice a low rumble as he slides his arms around your waist from behind, resting his chin on your shoulder.

“Yoon,” you sigh, your voice dripping with affection as you lean into him, and he presses a tender kiss to the curve of your ear. He can feel you melt under his touch, the way your body instinctively relaxes into his, a soft giggle escaping your lips—music to his ears. He lives for these sounds, the small, intimate noises you make, even the ones in your sleep that pull him from his dreams but awaken something else within him, something that fills him with love and desire.

His fingers trace gentle patterns on your skin, lifting the edge of your blouse to feel the warmth of you beneath his hands. His calloused fingers draw circles, savoring the softness of your flesh. You moan softly, your body swaying slightly as if moved by an invisible melody, a song only the two of you can hear. His hands drift lower, brushing your hip, pausing as if savoring the moment.

“Dinner! Dinner!” Mee-Yon’s excited shout rings out behind you, shattering the tender moment with her boundless energy. He can’t help but chuckle as he turns to see her cradled in Jimin’s arms, her little face glowing with joy.

“You know she can walk, right?” he teases, grinning at the pair of them.

“Yeah, but this is more fun,” Jimin replies, bouncing her gently, drawing out another round of her infectious laughter.

“You’re spoiling her too much,” you chide playfully, turning off the stove and casting Jimin a mock death stare, your eyes twinkling with mischief.

“I have to stay her favorite uncle,” Jimin retorts with a carefree shrug, his smile widening as he carries Mee-Yon over to the table, already set and waiting. Mee-Yon giggles, sticking her tongue out at you, and in that moment, the room is filled with warmth—a perfect snapshot of love, laughter, and family.

Yoongi can’t help but smile, knowing that none of your other friends stand a chance at becoming Mee-Yon’s favorite—not with the way Jimin spoils her, showering her with endless affection. There’s something special between them, an unspoken bond that binds them closer than the rest. Mee-Yon seems to naturally gravitate toward Jimin, drawn to his playful spirit and gentle heart.

Of course, she enjoys the company of the others too. She adores playing with Seokjin’s kids and his wife, their home a haven of laughter and warmth. Jungkook, with his eternal boyishness, is always ready to dive into whatever adventure Mee-Yon dreams up, his energy a perfect match for her wild imagination. She lights up when Namjoon reads her stories, his deep voice weaving tales that captivate her young mind. Once, when Namjoon’s girlfriend was over, her belly round with the promise of new life, Mee-Yon innocently asked how babies were made. Yoongi was relieved not to be on the receiving end of that question, watching with a mix of amusement and sympathy as Namjoon fumbled for the right words—balancing truth with tact.

Then there’s Taehyung, who spoils her with gifts from his travels as a photographer, bringing the world to her in the form of exotic trinkets and stories that transport her to far-off lands. Each friend brings something unique into Mee-Yon’s life, and while they all have their place in her heart, it’s Jimin who holds the brightest spot.

“Dinner’s ready,” you call out, wiping the sheen of sweat from your brow, a testament to the steam rising from the pots on the stove. The meal is a labor of love, and as you all gather around the table, it’s no surprise that Mee-Yon instinctively takes her place next to Jimin.

The first bite is met with murmurs of approval. “It’s so good,” Jimin exclaims, and Yoongi nods in agreement, his eyes catching the soft blush that spreads across your cheeks. He knows how you are with compliments, especially about cooking—something you usually leave to him. But tonight, you’ve outdone yourself, and it’s clear that your efforts have not gone unnoticed.

Then, out of nowhere, Mee-Yon’s small voice cuts through the comfortable silence like a bolt of lightning. “Vagina!” she shouts, slamming her tiny hands on the table for emphasis. “Vagina!” 

All eyes snap to her in stunned disbelief, the room frozen in a moment that feels suspended in time. Yoongi isn’t sure if he heard his daughter correctly, but as she repeats the word with gleeful abandon, there’s no mistaking it. Your gaze darts frantically between Jimin and Yoongi, as if deciding who to unleash your wrath upon. Fortunately, Jimin ends up as the target.

“What the fuck did you teach my daughter?” you demand, your voice trembling with incredulity and a hint of anger. Yoongi, relieved not to be in the line of fire, watches as Jimin blinks back at you, utterly bewildered.

“What?” Jimin stammers, shaking his head in denial. “I didn’t teach her that! She must have picked it up at daycare,” he says, his tone calm but defensive, trying to deflect the blame.

Yoongi, ever the realist, can’t help but let a remark slip, one that’s more truth than tact. “Just be glad she didn’t say pussy.”

You sigh, a mix of exasperation and reluctant acceptance, realizing that he has a point. Better to let it go, not to give Mee-Yon’s newfound vocabulary too much attention. After all, the more focus you put on it, the more she’ll repeat it, and there’s no need to make a spectacle out of a word that, to her, is just another part of the world she’s discovering.

“Pussy! Pussy! Pussy!” Mee-Yon’s voice rings out with glee, her innocent delight filling the room as she proudly chants the forbidden word. Your stern gaze snaps to Yoongi, and in that instant, he knows he’s made fucked up. The realization hits him like a wave, and the weight of it is evident in his sheepish expression. “You taught her to say pussy. Why would you do that, Yoon?” you groan, frustration lacing your voice, a trace of self-doubt creeping in as you wonder if this makes you a bad mother. But Yoongi knows better—shit happens, and he reckons this isn’t the worst thing she could have picked up. After all, with the amount of time she spends with Jimin and Jungkook, he’s surprised this is the first explicit word to slip out.

“Peeing from my pussy!” she sing-songs with abandon, and you all groan in unison, only for the tension to break as laughter bubbles up, impossible to hold back. It’s bad, he knows it, but it’s also undeniably funny and, in a way, just a little bit cute. 

Mee-Yon soon loses interest in the word, her attention drifting as she begins to babble a stream of playful nonsense, her laughter joining yours in a chorus that fills the house with warmth. As the evening settles into a comfortable rhythm, Yoongi helps clean up while Jimin entertains Mee-Yon in the living room, the sound of their laughter echoing through the walls. He silently hopes Jimin isn’t teaching her any new vocabulary, knowing full well that the daycare likely isn’t to blame for this latest outburst.

Later, Jimin takes on the task of putting Mee-Yon to bed—a routine she seems to prefer whenever he’s around. Neither you nor Yoongi mind, as it offers you a rare moment of peace, a chance to sit together in quiet companionship while Jimin’s gentle voice carries through the door, reading her a bedtime story. When he emerges, his face softened by a tender smile, he bids you both goodnight and slips away into the night. It’s late, and Yoongi can’t help but curse the fatigue that overtook him earlier, leaving him to doze off on the couch. 

He’s been working more than usual lately, picking up the slack as you scale back your hours, determined to keep your finances steady. He doesn’t mind, knowing this is just a season of life, a phase that will pass. There may come a time when you’ll work more hours again, and he can step back. What he truly appreciates is the flexibility you both have in your work—his garage at home, a sanctuary where he can manage his own time, and your ability to work from home, offering you a reprieve from the relentless stress of your marketing job and the demands of your boss.

Tonight, though, you’re both too exhausted to stay up, even though the allure of a new K-drama tugs at your thoughts. Yoongi knows better—you’ll both likely fall asleep on the couch, and while it’s sleep, it’s not the restful kind. Better to retreat to the comfort of your bed, where real rest awaits.

So that’s what you do, slipping into a simple nighttime routine, brushing teeth, and taking care of your skin before crawling under the covers. Yoongi loves these moments, spooning you for the warmth and comfort it brings, not just for the obvious reasons but for the pure joy of being close to you. He nestles into your neck, breathing in your natural, sweet, and earthy scent—a fragrance that grounds him, that makes everything else fade away.

He doesn’t know how much time passes before he’s jolted awake by Mee-Yon’s piercing scream. His heart races, the familiar surge of fear gripping him—always worried that something terrible has happened. But as he listens, he realizes it’s likely another night terror. With swift, practiced movements, he’s out of bed and crossing the short distance to her room, just opposite yours. 

The room is bathed in the soft glow of a unicorn night lamp, casting gentle shadows on the walls. The rest is cloaked in darkness, except for the faint hum of white noise playing in the background, a melody that usually soothes her into sleep and keeps her there through the night. But not tonight. Her screams persist, shrill and heart-wrenching, as he approaches her bed. She’s calling for you, her mother, her small body trembling in the dim light.

“Mom! Mom! Mommy!” Mee-Yon’s cries pierce the quiet night, her voice tinged with distress as her tiny body thrashes beneath the sheets. Her eyes remain tightly shut, yet it’s as if she’s caught in a battle with unseen phantoms, lost in the throes of a bad dream. Yoongi’s heart aches at the sight, a deep, primal need to protect his daughter surging within him. 

“Mee-Yon,” he whispers, his voice soft as a lullaby, “it’s okay, sweetheart.” But his words are like echoes in a canyon, powerless against the storm of her nightmare. She continues to scream, panic tightening her small frame, and Yoongi feels a pang of helplessness. He hates seeing her like this, hates that there’s nothing he can do but wait it out, knowing it’s just a part of her growth, an inevitable phase that will pass. Yet that knowledge doesn’t ease the knot in his chest.

He places a gentle hand on her stomach, feeling the rapid rise and fall of her frantic breaths. “Mee-Yon,” he calls out again, a bit more urgently, but she’s still far away, lost in the dark corners of her dream. Then, suddenly, she stirs, her tiny body moving in fits and starts until she sits up, her eyes still closed, arms reaching skyward as if begging to be held. 

“Mommy,” she whimpers, her voice a broken cry, and Yoongi’s heart twists in response. “It’s Dad,” he says softly, reaching for her, lifting her delicate frame into his arms. “I’m here. It’s okay.” 

“Daddy,” she murmurs, still caught between sleep and waking, her small arms wrapping tightly around his neck. For a moment, Yoongi just stands there, holding her close, unsure of what to do but knowing he can’t leave her alone. He knows the experts say it’s not ideal for her to sleep in their bed, but sometimes, practicality takes a back seat to love and the desperate need for rest. Nothing has ever gone wrong before, but there’s always a flicker of fear that lingers in the back of his mind, the thought that one of them might roll over her in their sleep. Thankfully, that has never happened, and they are super careful.

With gentle care, he carries her into your bedroom, placing her tenderly between the two of you. He tucks the duvet around her, ensuring she’s warm and secure, then arranges her favorite bunny plushie—Jungkook’s sweet gift—beside her. The tension in her small body slowly ebbs away, replaced by the soft, rhythmic sounds of her breathing as she finally begins to relax. Mee-Yon snuggles closer to him, her little form instinctively seeking his warmth, and Yoongi wraps an arm around her, holding her protectively, careful not to press too hard. Her heartbeat, still quick but steadying, pulses against his chest, and with that comforting rhythm, he drifts into sleep.

His dreams are light and whimsical—cotton candy clouds, pink skies, and the sensation of soaring on the back of a white and blue pegasus. But his slumber is interrupted by the sharp prod of a tiny foot to his face. With a groan, he tries to nudge the offending limb away, slowly opening his eyes to find Mee-Yon sprawled across the bed, her feet in his face and her small hands clutching your waist. Despite the rude awakening, Yoongi can’t be mad—how could he be, when his daughter is so undeniably adorable?

You catch his gaze, your hand gently caressing Mee-Yon’s back, and without a word, you communicate a world of emotion. Words aren’t needed between the two of you anymore; the years have woven a deep understanding, a silent language spoken through glances and touches. He reads you like a well-loved book, its spine softened by countless readings, and in your eyes, he sees the depth of your love for him and your daughter, the way you cherish these fleeting moments of family life.

As Mee-Yon stirs awake, she wraps her arms around both of you, pressing soft kisses to your cheeks. Yoongi’s heart swells with joy, savoring this precious moment he wishes could last forever. Life with a three-year-old is a rollercoaster, equal parts delightful and exhausting. Yoongi’s patience, his temper, and his love are tested daily, but he wouldn’t trade this for anything. Mee-Yon has a knack for pushing his limits, as all children do, keeping him on his toes with her boundless energy and curiosity.

But it’s these moments he treasures the most—the time spent together as a family, whether on picnics, trips to the zoo, or simple walks in nature. Teaching Mee-Yon to ride a bike, watching her little legs pedal with determination, fills him with pride. He loves witnessing her growth, her wit, and her ever-present cuteness. There’s never enough time to soak it all in.

On a crisp autumn day, Yoongi finds himself in the garage, working on a customer’s car, with Mee-Yon by his side. She loves being there with him, her curiosity as vast as the sky, her eyes wide with wonder at the sight of tools and car parts. He explains everything to her, pointing out the coils, tubes, and wheels that make the car run. His hands are stained with oil, but Mee-Yon doesn’t mind; she grabs his hand, her own tiny fingers getting smudged as she points at something.

“What’s this, Dad?” she asks, her voice full of earnest curiosity.

He grins, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “That’s the battery,” he explains, “the heart that keeps the car alive.”

She hums thoughtfully, turning her hand over to inspect the oily smudges. “Dirty,” she declares, but there’s no disgust, only fascination.

“Yeah, that’s oil,” he says, reaching for an old rag to wipe her hands, though it doesn’t do much to clean them. Maybe it’s time for some new rags in the garage.

“Like paint,” she giggles, her fingers now exploring every surface under the hood, leaving tiny handprints on every rube and rusty surface.

Yoongi chuckles, unable to resist her infectious joy. “Daddy?” she calls, looking up at him with a bright, mischievous smile.

He kneels down to her level, ruffling her hair with a fond laugh. She giggles and cups his cheeks with her small, oily hands. “Love you, Daddy. You my best friend.”

He doesn’t care that his face is now smudged with oil; he just pulls her into a warm embrace, holding her close. “I love you too, Mee-Yon,” he murmurs, his heart full to bursting.

Author’s note(2): Thank you so much for joining me on this wild ride that friendcation has been! And can you believe it’s been over a year since I first published this??? It’s so crazy. I’m so happy that so many people love it, and still read it. Truly, it means the world to me 🫂✨

[thecameronchronicles]

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TW: mentions of kidnapping, torture, blackmail, and violence against a female character. Heavy angst. No smut.

*REQUESTED*

@rafemothetfuckingcameron

Request: rafe and Y/N are in a great relationship, but ward hates her and doesnt like her hanging around with his son or daughter her best friend sarah. y/n leaves early one morning to go to work and ward kidnaps her and tortures her to stay away from his family. kiara texts sarah to say y/n didnt come into work. sarah asks rafe where y/n is. rafe gets worried. middle part up to you. Rafe, sarah, kie save y/n from ward. thx

A/N: changed it a bit, hope that's okay!

SUMMARY: Your boyfriend, Rafe enlisted the help of Kie and Sarah to find you. They aren't prepared for what they find.

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You can barely walk. Your chest feels both too tight to inhale and too heavy to exhale. Your skin burns from the layer broken and bleeding. And this is just the tip of the iceberg.

Still, you could walk into the Killdare County Police Station and you know any statement you make will be flipped to make you the guilty party. So instead, you manage the distance home, walking inside well after your broken curfew two days prior, without a parental worry as it has been drowned in Valium and Vodka.

It aches to move and yet you can't stand the sight of the blood splattered clothes or dirt beneath your nails. Any makeup that you had on has since been cried off and you long for your own bed.

Only everything feels tainted. You feel like you still have eyes on you as well as a threat hanging over your head.

Why are you doing this?

Because you aren't good enough. Not for my son. To be friends with my Sarah. Or to take my name. You're all the same and I won't let you take what's mine.

I just want to be with Rafe.

If you don't stay away from him, I'll make sure he stays away from you. I'll send him off somewhere so far away you won't even be able to Google him.

New tears fill your eyes as you climb beneath the shower's waterfall. You brace on the wall and see the blood color the water at your feet a rose hue until it is all washed in all but your memory.

You don't sleep tonight or the ones that follow as you ignore those you love to keep them safe.

KIE: don't make me text Rafe, Y/N. Everyone is worried about you. Call me!

SARAH: Rafe is even more unhinged than usual. Did you two get in a fight or something?

RAFE: Baby? Babe! ANSWER YOUR DAMN PHONE!

You can't pay for the foundation to cover what Ward did to you in the same way you can't face your friends. You feel sullied and it makes Ward's words true. You feel undeserving and close yourself away hoping if the bruises fade so will the overwhelming heavy that is slowly crushing your esteem.

"OPEN UP!" Rafe demands as you leap up from your bed and see him at your window. You sprint for the fact you can't let your parents find him here because of Ward hates you it is nothing compared to the loaded shotgun your father has waiting for Rafe.

"Rafe-" He climbs inside, pacing with his fingers through his hair.

"Why the fuck haven't you called baby? I have been everywhere and then I thought maybe you just didn't wanna see me anymore and it made me crazy." He rubs his eye with the ball of his hand. "And then Kie tells me you haven't been at work and I know you're the responsible one between us so something had to be wrong and-" Hearing you sniffle calls his eyes to you.

"Baby?" He sees you cover your face with your long sleeves. "What...what happened?" His brutality dissolves to only care as your face is between his hands. He gently rubs your cheeks until slowing all admiration as you wince against him.

"What happened, baby?"

"Please Rafe, I need you to go."

"My girl is black and fucking blue, I'm not going anywhere!"

You look over your shoulder towards the hallway where your parent's door is only a few down from yours.

"Please, Rafe."

"Did he do this?"

"No!"

"Then tell me. Nobody hurts you and gets away with it! Nobody..." He pushes his forehead against yours and footfalls down the hallway drive your hands against Rafe's chest.

"Please Rafe, I need you to go." He climbs back out the window, waiting for a explanation. "And don't come back." Your words stun him as you cry yourself to sleep. Your heart has forever been intertwined with Rafe and now it feels like it was untethered from the roots and blended until left in ruins.

You are sick.

You are tired.

You feel desolate.

A FEW DAYS LATER

Rafe comes into The Wreck as Kie rolls her eyes.

"I know she doesn't want to talk to me but I need to see her. When is her break?"

"She didn't come in today."

"Again?" Rafe sighs. "Who hurt her around, Kie?" Kiara's eyes widen, surprise validating this is the first she's heard of this.

"I don't know what you're talking about...Is she okay? Was it one of your meatheads?"

"Nobody would hurt her. Everyone loves Y/N."

"Everyone?" Her brows raise.

"What do you mean? Spit it out, Kie..."

"Maybe there's someone she tries to impress that no matter how hard she tries, is never enough for? A specific paternal figure?"

"What?" He glares.

"Your dad, Rafe. Your father is horrible to her." His eyes fall and his fists form.

"You-"

"What are you doing?"

"Shit!" He hits the surface of the bar, drawing attention he ignores. Sarah comes in with intrigue to the scene.

"Where are you going?"

"To get Y/N..."

"You found her?" Sarah asks with hope as Kie is already tearing off her apron.

"No. But I know Dad rented a boat this morning and said he had a meeting..."

"And?" Sarah sighs.

"What meeting of Dad's do you ever remember him getting up at four in the morning, packing gloves, and without taking you or Rose?"

"You think he took her?! But why?"

"We're wasting time! Let's go?" Kiara pulls them outside where Sarah's car is waiting. They speed through town and get to Tannyhill to find the boat and all evidence of Ward, gone.

"Where is he, Rose?" Sarah asks as her stepmother sips on her mimosa and looks towards the dock behind the plantation.

"It's for the best, honey. Just let them talk."

When Sarah realizes her pleas are silent, she goes to Wheezie instead. Her younger sister having heard a conversation with a memorable address pays off as she kisses her on the head and they travel to the private docks. Enlisting JJ to help as a diversion, they get inside with his dramatics, until they come to an empty dock.

"What are we doing here?" Rafe asks in frustration, "They aren't here!"

"Waiting for a ride." Sarah waves as if signaling for rescue as a beat up tin can for a boat comes to dock.

"It looks-" John B glares as JJ finally joins the group.

"Is it too late to toss him overboard? I hear Kooks make good chum..." JJ mutters loudly as he is ignored, although Kie smirks at his comment.

"It's for Y/N." Sarah reminds everyone as they set for the water.

"Where are we going?"

"It can't be too hard to find them... Dad has a flare for the-"

"There!" Sarah calls as a large yacht is spilled sideways, taking on water.

"Y/N!" Rafe calls to you as you keep your head just above the surface of the flooding cabin. Hands bound to the fixed railing, your calls are drowned out by the sounds around you.

"Sarah! KIE!" You hear John B before the sound of water being stroked comes towards you. The threat of water comes beneath your nose as you take a deep breath and wonder what will be the reason for your end.

The water or your broken heart.

"Got her!" JJ calls as Rafe tears him out of the way and dives into the narrow passage to free you. Using his own pocket knife, he cuts the plastic ties used by his father before he takes you in his arms.

"We have to get away from this boat. When she sinks, she's taking us with her!" Kie exclaims as Rafe doesn't let you go for even a second as you rest against his chest, sputtering water and tears.

"Rafe..." You choke.

"Shhhh baby, it's okay. You're safe."

"But Ward..."

"I know. He won't get away with this." Sarah interrupts. "We'll make sure if it." You take comfort in the conviction of your friends, knowing you can trust them.

"I'm sorry Rafe. I was trying to protect you. He said I wasn't good enough and I-" Rafe silences you with a quiet kiss that is a way to stabilize himself to not react in anger. You feel the tension leave his body as your hand comes behind his neck.

"Can we make a no pogue-on-kook macking rule?" JJ winces as Sarah and John B both say "no!" in unison.

"You are good enough. You are enough, Y/N. I'm never going to let you question that again, baby. But right now, just focus on this." He tugs you against his chest and you agree. You feel enough in his arms, surrounded by your blending of friends, and the serenity of your home makijg a beautiful sunset backdrop as you sail on.

Whatever is to come you know you'll endure together.

And that, for you, is enough.

MASTERLIST

[astrid-sama]

Carmilla Carmine x fem reader

Carmilla is acting strangely and reader believes she is cheating on her.

"Those three are hiding something from me"

This was the thought you had in your head for a while; it all started about a month ago, the first to behave strangely was your girlfriend Carmilla, she went from avoiding you even for a whole day to showering you with attention, other times it seemed like she wanted to tell you something important and in the end she pulled back; After a while Clara and Odette also began to behave strangely.

At first you didn't worry too much about the strange behavior that Carmilla and her daughters had adopted, believing that perhaps they were just stressed due to the anticipated extermination, but, as time passed, the more your mind speculated about the reasons for their behavior.

-She's cheating on me, I'm sure of it! How can she do something like that to me I thought she loved me-

You are currently at your best friend's house crying while eating a big tub of ice cream.

-Don't say that, I'm sure it's just a misunderstanding-

-No, she's definitely cheating on me with that overlord Zestial-

-Come here-

Stolas spread his arms and you immediately went to snuggle into your friend's arms, finding it very comforting.

-Carmilla loves you and everyone in hell knows this, what makes you doubt it?-

-Well he's been behaving strangely for a while, at first I thought it was due to the stress caused by the early extermination but as time went by I realized that that couldn't be the reason, so I started to think and ...-

-And this crazy idea of ​​betrayal came to your mind-

-Maybe I exaggerated a little-

-Decidedly; I think you should talk about it with Carmilla, I'm sure that everything will be resolved that way-

-Thank you Stolas, you always know what to say. Now let's stop talking about me, tell me how the date with Blitzo went-

The next day you decided that you would talk to Carmilla to find out the reason for her behavior. You found your girlfriend in her study, absorbed in work; you knocked on the door and waited for permission to enter.

-Enter. Mi amor, do you need something? -

-Yes, I need to talk to you-

-Tell me everything mi amor-

-I've noticed that you've been acting strange lately and I want to know why-

-It's nothing don't worry-

-No, you can't tell me that nothing is happening! If you're cheating on me, at least have the courage to tell me!-

Tears were starting to form in your eyes, you're not usually this emotional but a month of doubts and having said your biggest fear out loud had shaken you a lot.

The look on Carmilla's face was shocked to say the least, she really couldn't understand how something like that could come to your mind, it's true that she's been a bit strange lately but it certainly wasn't because I was cheating on you.

-Mi amor please let me explain-

-Speak, I'm listening-

You said crossing your arms over your chest and trying to keep a cold look.

-What is this important thing you have to tell me?-

Carmilla went to her desk, took a small black box from one of the drawers and after taking a deep breath she knelt in front of you.

-Mi amor, the first time I saw you you captured my thoughts, the first time you spoke to me you captured my heart and being with you forever would make me the happiest woman in the world because where you are is the my paradise; mi amor, will you marry me?-

For a second you were speechless, when you finally managed to process what Carmilla had said you couldn't stop smiling.

-Of course I want to marry you! I want it more than I've ever wanted anything in my entire existence!-

Carmilla stood up and after putting the ring on your finger she gave you a passionate kiss that made you feel butterflies in your stomach.

-Come, let's go and tell our daughters-

Carmilla took your hand and together you went to tell the wonderful news to Clara and Odette.

I hope you like this fanfiction.

[morinuu]

☢｜tamaki x reader. 2,4k words. sorry this is so late i literally forgot to post it last week anw the next n final part is coming in 2 weeks while i work n post some other stuff hehehe

“mum?”

“yes, love?”

“how did you not lose it when you realised dad was going away for good?”

that was the first thing you’d asked your mum on a saturday morning after waving her good morning. needless to say, the woman was taken aback to hear this question from you. she knew her daughter never asked about her parents’ divorce, not wanting to dissect those wounds.

it took her some time to come up with a response.

“i had you to look after.” she lied, not looking at you and instead focusing on her cake. “you kept me going.”

“but how was i helping in that situation? wouldn’t i make it worse?” you pressed on. if there was one thing your mum knew about you, it was that you were weirdly emotionally intelligent for a teenage girl.

she frowned, putting down the fruit she was decorating her cake with, and sighed deeply. she didn’t like lying to you.

“well.” she inhaled, “your question is phrased wrong.” she finally looked you in the eye. “because i did lose it. but before i was too far gone, i got back up. i couldn’t have you suffer like i did.”

the conversation replayed over and over in your head for the following week back to school. you wondered if heartbreak ran in the family. while not knowing much about your parents’ separation, you knew your grandparents also had a bad history. maybe love was just something the gods didn’t want to bestow upon your bloodline.

tamaki’s visit had, surprisingly, not been very pleasant. partly because your sickness made you… well, sick, and partly because tamaki was distracted the whole time. he’d brought you commoners’ food (haruhi’s recommendation), along with some more commoner candy ‘to sweeten your mood’ (what haruhi’s dad would take to work, according to haruhi). oh, and of course, you can’t forget how he would glance at his phone every so often. you ignored it at first, figuring out it’s the host club group chat, but your patience had its limits.

he’d come to your house, to check up on your health - his friend. supposedly. had you already been demoted to client status? well, you had the entire week to think about it as you rested.

during that time, tamaki seemed to reach out a bit more than usual, and once more, you believed he cared. you believed he realised you were important to him, even if your feelings weren’t exactly reciprocated.

and once again you’d been wrong.

because as time passed and you started making weekly appointments again, you began to feel that something was off. what exactly it was you couldn’t tell, but your gut was telling you to be suspicious. ‘suspicious of what, or who? tamaki?’ you didn’t like that feeling one bit.

no matter how many times he screwed up and misunderstood or failed to satisfy you in a host-client setting, you couldn’t give up on him. your mum’s words echoed in your ears, reminding you that men are a waste of time, that they just suck the soul out of you, that they’re not worth the heartbreak — but you were weak. and especially weaker than your mother. she disagreed, of course, but what did she know?

time seemed to start flowing normally again, tamaki wasn’t distant, haruhi and you never spoke to exchange more than greeting words, and your obsession was flourishing once more. you’d shower the halfer with gifts, spending a stupid amount of money — which the host club’s “mum” greatly appreciated — and you didn’t regret it one bit. everything was going smoothly, except for that tiny voice in your head.

it wasn’t until one of the host club’s organised excursions at the beach when your gut proved to be right. you wore your favourite swimwear for tamaki, and his compliments became straight up electricity up your spine. and just as you went to flirt with him like always,

“yo milord don’t forget about y/n’s gift today!” a familiar voice echoed by the palm trees. you could immediately tell it was hikaru, but you didn’t really understand what he meant. ah! perhaps they were expecting you to bring tamaki a gift again? well, you did, but this one felt a bit more personal so maybe you should tell him not to talk about it with the hosts— “even if it’s something stupid again, you ought to thank her for—”

the twins emerged from the bushes only to see you standing by the corner, hidden by the wall from their previous view. tamaki stood there, next to you, frozen. his facial expression almost screaming at the ginger to shut up but he’d been too late.

you furrowed your eyebrows at the two boys before turning your head to that stupid boy you were head over heels for.

“what?” you asked, obviously confused. but it didn’t take long to understand the situation.

tamaki thought your gifts were stupid, and he discussed it with his friends. and none of them thought to tell you. at least that's what the situation told you.

for what reason? well it could be a) manners or b) they didn’t care enough to.

but jokes on you because it wasn’t any of the above, it was c) they had to keep you happy because your mother asked for a favour. the favour being to make sure tamaki didn’t abandon you.

well, that’s not exactly what tamaki said when he pulled you to the side to explain, but it’s what the twins confessed to when you started poking for the truth.

you were more than disappointed with the news, your gut feeling now transferring to your throat and making it so tight you couldn’t get any words out, so you returned to your beach bed, dragging it away from tamaki’s. but the universe seemed to really hate you that day.

“miss l/n, is everything okay?” haruhi’s ever-annoying voice reached your ears and all you wanted to do was turn around and strangle her small little neck until it snapped. it was her fault. it was because of her that the boy you swore would become your boyfriend before graduation would no longer be apart of that plan. her. her, that stupid bi—

“i’m fine haruhi.” you smiled at her and continued dragging your bed across the sand to get away from this madness. you didn’t bother with any formalities.

“do you need help? i could bring your things so you don’t—”

“for fuck’s sake will you shut up?!” you snapped, raising your voice at the host. she didn’t say anything, just nodding and bowing before leaving. thankfully nobody else had been around to witness the scene, or you would’ve been involved in ouran gossip. only gods know how tiresome that is.

tamaki didn’t come to talk to you after that, you wanted to believe he wanted to and the hosts told him to give you space, but at this point you gave up all hope. he wanted haruhi, some cross-dressing nobody, a commoner, and you could do nothing about it.

the bracelet you had in your bag stayed there, and there it would remain for the rest of your trip. you’re kind of glad you never got to give it to him, at least it saved you the embarrassment of possibly being ridiculed by a bunch of boys calling themselves “hosts” with no shame.

but you guessed you were the one who should be ashamed; for wanting a host — a man notorious for seeing women as bank accounts.

when you went back home, you didn’t talk to your mum about the twins’ confession. sure, you were angry, but you knew she just wanted you happy. as for tamaki, he’d texted you a couple times but you knew if you called him you’d just burst into tears, so you went straight to bed, not bothering to wash the sand and sea salt off your body.

—

the following month had been… weird. you didn’t bother dropping by the host club anymore. kyouya, expecting this, just sighed and deleted you from the list of clients. he didn’t think you’d come back again after the fiasco at the beach.

haruhi, however, felt bad for some reason. like, okay, yeah, you were a bit more than mean sometimes and yeah, you barely looked at her if not to glare at her to get lost, but you didn’t seem like a bad person. your affection toward tamaki seemed genuine, and your last interaction didn’t sit well with her. it wasn’t the usual glare, eye roll, scoff, avoidant gesture or whatever else you “greeted” her with. this time it seemed more hurt, more… defeated. and she was right. because you’d been defeated.

haruhi had won.

she didn’t know, but she didn’t have to. because at the end of the day, it was all one-sided. one-sided affection, and one-sided dispute.

the twins both had different reactions to this revelation. kaoru (being the emotionally intelligent one) felt guilty for not handling the situation better but hikaru (the… other one) told him not to bother, and that they did what they could. he’d miss having you around, but you were never super close to begin with.

as for tamaki, he didn’t really register what had happened at first. when his hosting routine started again but without you in it, his clients had some questions.

“is it true that you kicked l/n out of the host club?”

“i mean what did you expect, she had it coming after harassing haruhi like that.”

“yeah, i agree. i mean, i understand some jealousy, but wasn’t that a bit too much? it’s not like tamaki’s her boyfriend.”

“i don’t think she was too harsh, but i guess the hosts know better…”

tamaki didn’t know what to make of this. he’d never kicked you out of the club, he thought you’d come back. you always did. if you were jealous, all you had to do was say you wanted more attention and he’d give it it to you. after all, you were a client, you had every right.

wait, what was that?

“whatever do you mean, princess?” he questioned in that melodic voice of his. “haruhi and y/n are on perfectly good terms, we’re all friends here!” he smiled widely and sat his cup down, using his pinky to erase the klank! noise.

“come on tamaki, you don’t have to keep such appearances around us.” one of the clients giggled. “we could all see it. to be honest, i never really noticed her much until haruhi came around.”

another girl continued, “yeah, totally. i hope it wasn’t a repeat of anayokoji, at least.” she rolled her eyes. “she seemed nice… such a shame.”

“i… don’t understand, ladies. what are you saying?” tamaki looked puzzled. the four girls looked back at him and at each other. it was times like these that tamaki showed he was a little dumb.

“tamaki… l/n is totally into you. she’s, like, super jealous of haruhi.”

tamaki didn’t know what to do with this information. he was pretty annoyed when kaoru made fun of him for not noticing until now. and really, he didn’t notice. he was told.

“why do you think our mums got involved? this is what the female sex calls ‘girl issues’, sir.”

tamaki resisted biting their heads off; he had no time for their bullshit. he had to meet with you and apologise, right?

y/n>.< : y/n? can we talk please?

you didn’t respond. neither to that, nor to the other 10 messages he spammed you with. calling you sent him straight to voicemail, and he swore if he heard that damn automatic message voice again he would explode.

why did it happen this way? why were you even jealous of haruhi? did he look gay to you? but then you wouldn’t want him, right? his head was filled with so many questions, until haruhi answered them all with a single sentence.

“don’t sulk too much senpai, it was inevitable that she’d find out about me and get suspicious.” she patted his shoulder, “i guess that’s what happens when you’re a popular boy surrounded by women.”

tamaki’s head rose from his knees, his eyes wide staring at haruhi’s. “wait, what do you mean ‘she’d find out about you’?”

haruhi sighed and sent him a look of pity. “oh yeah, you guys don’t know. y/n’s known about my sex for a while now.” she shrugged. “she saw me changing.”

a light bulb went off in most of the hosts’ heads (wait, i’ve seen this before) before they all glanced at each other in mutual understanding.

“i wish we would’ve gotten closer since we’re both girls and you’re so obsessed with me having female friends, but i would feel horrible if i made her feel sad whenever she’s around me.” haruhi continued.

oh, so he didn’t look gay, you just knew haruhi was also a girl.

but why would you get jealous of his little girl? he was just protecting her like a father would.

“oh will you stop with that crap, milord?” hikaru whined “we all know, there’s no point in denying it anymore.” he stopped when his brother slapped him on the head and they left the room.

“well, club activity’s over. we’ll see you guys tomorrow.” they all waved goodbyes and soon enough so did haruhi, but tamaki just sat on the club couch, thinking about his (very) recent discovery.

so he came to the conclusion:

you like(d?) him → he likes (???) haruhi → you realised and grew jealous → he prioritised her over you → he ended up looking like an asshole.

because he is an asshole.

“guess that’s what happens when you’re just too pretty.” he joked to himself, but he had a feeling you wouldn’t find it funny if you were here.

“mum, why did you and dad divorce?” you finally found the courage to ask the woman when she was relaxing in her bedroom one night. she sighed and looked at you, putting her book to the side and patting the spot on the bed next to her. you got in, looking at her expectantly.

“i didn’t want to tell you this because you were so young. you looked up to him very much.” she gave you a sad smile and caressed your cheek. “your father fell in love with someone else, darling.”

you stayed quiet for a bit, and your mum grew worried. should she not have told you?

“is that why you asked tamaki not to leave me?” you asked and your voice cracked. your mother sighed and apologised, wrapping her arms around you.

“i want you to be happy, y/n. don’t be like me. please.”

maybe love really wasn’t something the gods wanted to bestow upon your bloodline.

[quitealotofsodapop]

I absolutely adore Tang River Water au!

I really like the idea that Tang accidentally drank water from this river and became pregnant just out of carelessness. It's too hilarious. An even funnier thing was that now their child is the rebirth of jade emperor. They can never have a break. Poor guys.

But for some reason it became very interesting to me what type of Tang will be during pregnancy? Will it be easy or will he be terribly emotional? Or something else, I would really look at it. I also think that he would really not like that when he tried to eat his husband's food, and then he started to feel sick just from the smell. He would definitely look at his stomach with anger and disappointment "you. traitor". And he would absolutely ask Pigsy to hold his belly in the later months of pregnancy.

I also really wonder how they would behave with their daughter. I know they love her, but I'm sure they're absolutely scared and DON't know what to do. I just want to know what they're planning to do. Will they overprotect her because she is the rebirth of the most powerful being in all of heaven? Or will they hide it? Maybe they will ask for help from heaven?

referencing.

Hehehe! I'm glad you like it!

Tang was just so thirsty after being in the desert (I believe is meant to be the Gobi) that he just leaps into the first water source he can find. Pigsy yells after him but Tang's already gulped down the yucky muddy stream water before Pigsy reminds him that there's a water purifier in the TEA. By then, the remnants of the Mother-Child River had already begun the process.

After his body adapts to the major magically-induced change, Tang ends up using his condition to get out of work/to get pampered on. Emotionally he's ok, just a little more worried than usual. And Pigsy is such an adoring spouse that Tang's symptoms rarely go unattended. Lots of cuddles and tummy rubs in the later months.

Ankles swell: "Oh Piggy~ My feet hurt." Morning Sickness: "I need tea and kisses!" Cravings: (Tang: "I require oranges, bao buns, ramune soda, takoyaki sauce-" Pigsy: "How about I leave you inside the Speedy Panda with 500 yuan and I close my eyes while you go shop?" Tang: "I love you so much piggy.") Smells: "MK you stink. Take a shower or I will literally barf." Painful Kicking: "Cuddle time." >:3

And if the *cicada* part of the Golden Cicada is acting up; he gets into carving/whittling - cicadas etch tree bark to lay their eggs. Pigsy now has many tables in the restaurant defaced with Tang's "masterpieces".

And I absolutely hit Tang with what (he believes) is the worst symptom on Earth; Food aversion. Specifically towards NOODLE SOUP. His husband's own cooking! He's distraught! Something about the combination of broth and noodles makes his stomach turn! Broth and noodles separate? Ok. Together? Instant morning sickness. He suspects its something to do with the texture of the noodles when their soggy.

Wukong: "Maybe your brain thinks its worms." Tang: *turns green and retches*

Pigsy goes out of his way to prepare dishes for Tang that don't set off his nausea, even if it means altering his traditional methods.

Pigsy: "Ok, I've been experimenting with a new dish for a while and I want your opinion." Tang, delighted: "Ooo hoho! You know I'll always be your taste tester, Piggy." Pigsy: *presents the elements of his noodle recipe* Tang: "Huh?" Pigsy: "You seemed really sad to not eat noodle soup, so I made a dry version so that you can still enjoy the flavours. The broth is on the side so you can drink it. The guy from the somen restaurant gave me some pointers." Tang, getting emotional: "You... you changed your recipe for me!?" Pigsy, grabbing Tang's hands: "Our family recipe, Tangy. That includes you and our little critic." Tang: *bursts out sobbing and shovels the dry noodle fixings into his mouth*

The baby - "Bao/宝/treasure or bundle" (also bao buns were one of Pigsy's cooking Tang could eat) - ultimately looks similar to a baby orc from Dungeon Meshi. A mostly chubby human baby with pig features. She has a puff of Tang's dark hair that becomes little black stripes on her back like a wild piglet.

What the baby takes after Pigsy in appearance, she takes from Tang in greediness. Before she's even off milk she'll try taking bites of other people's food. She's bold and confident, hilarious to anyone seeing a tiny piglet chasing Celestial soldiers like she's her own army.

And of course theres the issue of Bao being the reincarnation of one of the oldest and most powerful deities in taoism...

Pigsy and Tang are def the overprotective types, not so much for Bao being a powerful baby, but because every immortal seems to forget that she's still an uber-fragile preemie. Her health wasn't great when she was born (worsened by the circumstances around the birth). The freenoodles parents atleast have experience raising the little chaos monkey that was MK - the only difference being that Bao can't climb so good. Though she does seem to have control over the weather for some reason.

The Celestial Realm has to catch on quickly that she isn't the Jade Emperor anymore - she gets kidnapped atleast once by Heaven's officials needing the Emperor to approve paperwork. Bao screamed and grunted, rampaging around the imperial Palace the whole time.

The Queen Mother is saddened but adoring - her husband truly has passed on, but this little angel is a wonderful new beginning for him. She hopes to reunite in a later life.

Demons in general are pretty hopeful of Bao''s existance. Now that the Jade Emperor has been reborn on one of their kind - perhaps demonkind will be elevated once more? They'll have to wait until she's out of diapers before they start placing bets.

Princess Iron Fan's immediate reaction (after dealing with the shock of losing her estranged father) is to burst out; "HAH!" at the irony. Her father disapproved of her marriage to the Demon Bull King for his race - only to be reborn as a pig demon! The coincidence is hilarious! The Demon Bull fam does visit the baby girl to send their blessings, and offer advice based on how chaotic little Red was as a calf. Bao adores her giant uncle Bull since he's fluffy and big and smells like her baba when he cooks. She also gets super attached to Red Son for similar reasons - though Tang suspects it's because she smells grilled meat on him.

MK adores Bao, and will kill everything in the three Realms if anything happened to her. Bao in turn loves her big bro - even if she bites him and steals his food.

[theconfusedacorn]

Alright, FINE

I've made a tf2 OC (who is 100% a shameless self insert. Shut up).

This is Engi(neer) 2 (or, as Scout calls her: Hobo), the resident Canadian. She's around 22, SLIGHTLY taller than Scout, and doesn't like talking about her past.

She is SUPPOSEDLY Engineer's neice, though according to Medic, they share NO blood relation.

After being kicked out of university because she was quote: "failing miserably." (at least thats what she says is the reason), she was recruited at request of Engineer.

She's a filthy mongrel of a woman, often getting so lost in her work that she forgets to shower or eat for weeks, not uncommonly working until she starves herself and wakes up at respawn. Medic has absolutely HOUNDED her for abusing the respawn system, and more importantly, HER BODY in such a way. She doesn't see the issue, but he has INSISTED on setting curfews and meal times for her, which Engineer (and the rest of the mercs) are quite strict on enforcing. She's pissy about it, but doesn't have much of a choice.

Ms. Pauling was a little pensive about a new merc being added to the team, but her tune changed once she met her. Ms. Pauling hangs around Engi 2 whenever she can, much to Scout's annoyance. Engi 2 is DECIDEDLY not straight, but she is UTTERLY OBLIVIOUS, and doesn't read Pauling's subtle flirting as as flirting.

Fun fact:

Despite not being trans, she did have Medic preform what was effectively top surgery the moment she was recruited. Truthfully, she was just tired of the back pain and wearing bras, so Medic was more than happy to chop em' right off at her request. She was OVERJOYED.

Much like her "uncle," she has an affinity for severing limbs and replacing them with robotic ones, except she does this whilst out on the battlefield.

Doing this will ALWAYS cause her to bleed out within a couple of minutes, a little longer if she can get Medic to tag team with her, but can give her a RANGE of boosted abilities from strength, speed, defense, more gun power, and just about everything else.

Note:

These alterations aren't permanent, as after death, respawning replaces the severed limbs, leaving little more than the occasional scar. Truly a WONDER of modern science!

Relationships:

Engineer: Practically family. Father/daughter vibes. They play music together sometimes (her on violin, him on guitar). Love building stuff together.

Medic: Close friends. Medic is constantly trying to fix her jacked health and force her to take care of herself. The results have been mixed.

Heavy: Friends. They make sandwiches together sometimes; it's one of the only things Engi 2 eats, and doing it with someone else makes it easier for her to remember.

Demoman: Friends. They drink together sometimes and love discussing ways to improve Demo's explosives. They also have deeper conversations, but they usually don't remember those.

Pyro: Friends (?). Pyro is odd, but in a good way? They like fire, and so does she, so she supposes they have that in common.

Sniper: Friendly. She thinks he's cool. They have a mutual distaste for social situations. Don't talk much aside from the occasional "good job out there".

Soldier: Neutral. She doesn't really interact with him and, frankly, avoids him so that she doesn't get dragged into one of his workout regiments.

Spy: Dislike. She respects his abilities, but it pisses her off that he is continually digging through her past. She's not the sharing type and has, more than once, punched him for bringing up things she never told him. She never wins these fights, but that doesn't stop her from trying.

Scout: Dislike (?). She doesn't really have an issue with HIM, but he DEFINITELY has an issue with HER. She's not sure why, maybe because she somewhat rudely turned him down early on (she had thought he was joking), or maybe something else, but most of their interactions are untamed yelling. She honestly thinks it fun, up until a point at least. Scout can get pretty mean.

ALRIGHT, THERE

That's everything about Engi 2 for now, but there will PROBABLY be more

Anywho, thanks for sticking with me! :D

[creedslove]

JOEL TAKING CARE OF YOU WHEN YOU HAVE A MIGRAINE 🍓 - HEADCANONS

No outbreak!Joel Miller x f!reader

A/N: Guess what: I had a migraine and suffered double because it was no only the pain in my head but also the pain in my heart for not being Joel Miller's wife 💔

Migraines weren't unusual for you: whenever your period was coming, you would suffer from it at least for a day, sometimes two

It was also a sign that baby Miller wasn't there, which wasn't necessarily a bad thing, you and your husband Joel had discussed the possibility of having a baby and came to the conclusion you wouldn't try but if you ended up pregnant it would be good as well

And as usual when you had your migraine you took a few pills that didn't work at all, so you did your chores like you normally did because the sooner you started them, the sooner you would finish them

You didn't have energy to cook dinner for your handsome husband and though you wanted to take care of him, you also needed to take care of yourself, so you just baked a chicken pot pie and left it in the oven so it would be warm when he got home from work

You grabbed one of Joel's shirts from the wardrobe and put it on, lying in bed and hugging his pillow so you could try to sleep your migraine off surrounded by his scent

When Joel got home, it wasn't very late, but it was already dark and he thought it was very odd there were no lights on in the house. Perhaps you could have gone out to run some errands but then you would've texted him and he checked his phone and saw no missing calls or texts, and your car was in the driveway

He stepped inside and called your name, having no answer, maybe you were asleep, though he knew you never went to bed that early, he climbed upstairs as silently as possible and found a wave of relief when he saw you asleep

Joel hadn't told anyone other than Tommy and you, but he found out Sarah's mom had left when he arrived home from work and found his daughter peacefully asleep in her crib while her mom had simply gathered her stuff and disappeared leaving only a shitty note telling him to take care of their baby

And since then, a small part of him feared coming back home to an empty house after being dumped by the woman he loved. Again.

He sat on the edge of the bed and caressed your hair gently; he didn't mean to wake you up but you were looking so lonely and fragile even in your sleep, he knew something wasn't right

"What's wrong baby girl?"

"I have a migraine, Joel"

You answered him in your low voice, your eyes still half closed as you hugged him and let his big hands caress your hair, your face and your body

"I'm sorry I didn't make dinner, but there's chicken pie in the oven, I hope it's enough"

Enough? Joel wanted to burst out laughing, you had taken your time to bake him a pie that was more delicious than his own mother's - and she should never know that - even if you were in pain and you were apologizing and worrying it wasn't enough for him? He didn't even know if he deserved you in the first place, you were definitely too good for him

"It's wonderful baby girl, everything you do is amazing, you should relax, I'll be back later"

Joel kissed your lips gently and placed a soft peck on your forehead, covering you with a blanket and went to do his own stuff

Joel kept silent while having dinner, showering and watching some TV. When he felt tired he went upstairs with a glass of water and some headache pills just in case you needed them

He got under the blankets and quietly wrapped his arms around your body, pulling you closer and falling asleep

Later that night, Joel would wake up to the bed empty, he would see the pills and the glass of water were gone, so he goes downstairs and finds you eating a slice of your pie. You explain you felt hungry and he feels better knowing that your migraine was closer to its end now that your appetite is back since you get very nauseous during your crisis

He makes sure you drink a lot of water and washes your plate so you don't have any trouble

He sits on the couch with you and decides to give you some clit rubs, hoping it will help you forget about the pain

It does but you are now so wet and needy for him, he decides to eat your pussy, enjoying the fact it's just the two of you at home

Once you cum for him, you try to please him, but he assures you he doesn't want to, as you both can enjoy once you are feeling better

You and Joel go to bed and you fall asleep in his arms, knowing you would feel much better once morning came, because you had a loving husband who takes care of you just like you take care of him ❤️

_____

A/N: I spent my whole day yesterday struggling with a headache and I know my life would be a lot easier if Joel was my husband 🥺😭

[havenmoon1369]

It's Personal- Chapter 2

Drew and his family drove back to their hotel after leaving suddenly from Survivor Series, no one said a word the entire time. Drew was really angry and did not want to talk about CM Punk returning after all these years, Amber and Quinn were in the dark as to why he was angry. He had never mentioned him at all, but they both knew he would tell them once he had calmed down. Once they got back to their hotel room Drew took a shower while Amber and Quinn got changed into more comfortable clothes. Drew got done quick and got dressed for bed, Amber got up and gave him a big hug, "Are you okay baby?" Amber asked softly, "No, I'm not" Drew said with no emotion in his voice, "Dad, why are you so pissed that Punk is back? I don't ever remember you having issues with him when he was here before?" Quinn asked him straightforwardly. Drew took a deep breath "I don't like him, he's a terrible person. Needless to say he's one of the many reasons your mother took off after I got fired Quinn. Back in 2010 I caught him cheating with her after I had proposed to her. She promised to break things off with him and she did so I gave her another chance but he took it personally and he made sure my career started declining not long after. Everything led up to me being fired and your mother taking off thinking she had a chance with Punk but she didn't realize he was getting married and it was too late. She went back to Scotland and haven't heard from her since. He took a lot from me when I was young and tried to make it for my family so yeah I don't like him, and the only people that know about this are us three, Stephen, and Stu. I'd like to keep it that way for the time being" Drew explained, fighting back tears. "Oh honey, I'm so sorry that happened to you" Amber said giving Drew another hug, "So what's gonna happen now dad? Are you leaving WWE again because of this, or are you staying and just dealing with it? Quinn asked, "I'm definitely staying, and I'm definitely getting my hands on him somehow, I don't know when or how I just know it's going to happen one way or another. For right now I'm just going to focus on the championship until the holidays are over and see where everything goes." Drew said, reassuring his wife and daughter. "Well it's been a long day for everyone, why don't we turn on a movie, and try to relax" Amber suggested, "That sounds amazing" Drew said, "Well I'm going to go back over to my room and just play video games until I get tired, goodnight y'all." Quinn said as she headed towards the conjoining room, Drew and Amber had been getting conjoining rooms since she turned 18 to give her some independence whenever she traveled with them. "Night Quinn, love you" Drew and Amber said. They both snuggled down in bed and turned on a movie, they soon however started cuddling and kissing one another, Drew climbed on top of Amber and began stripping their clothes off. "Need to blow off some steam?" she asked grinning as Drew kissed down her body, "What do you think love?" Drew said, catching his breath. Once they were both naked, Drew dove right in and began making love to Amber, slow and sensually.

The next morning, Quinn woke up a little earlier than usual. Drew and Amber were still asleep so she decided to go down and get some breakfast, and maybe get a little bit more sleep before having to check out and head to the house show. She went downstairs got herself eggs, a muffin, and some orange juice before setting off back to the elevator, she got in by herself but before the door could close a hand stopped the doors, the hand belonged to CM Punk. Punk hopped on the elevator with her and smiled at her, "Uhh what floor?" she asked him, "Same floor as you Quinn", Punk said. Quinn looked at him weird, "Yeah I remember you Quinn, you've grown up a lot, you're 18 now right? You probably don't remember me, you were little when I wrestled here a while back, I'm Phil Brooks also known as CM Punk" he said. "Yeah I remember you, it's just weird you somehow remember a co-workers kid after almost a decade" she said. "Yeah well I remember your mom and dad really well, not much has changed around the company since I left" Punk said making small talk with her as the elevator reached her floor. Quinn was really uncomfortable and she got off as soon as she could, but Punk followed her off to go to his room, Quinn turned to confront him "Look my dad really doesn't like you, and it's probably best that you stay away from me and my stepmom" Quinn said, "Oh you got a new mom now huh? Sucks that the other one was so obsessed with me, she couldn't be a proper girlfriend or mother anymore and abandoned you and Drew." Punk said smugly. That hurt Quinn in her heart but she chose not to argue back "Look just leave me alone okay" she said turning to go to her room, but before she could Punk grabbed her by wrist, "Listen here kid. Your dad better get used to having me around again and not storming out of events just because he's not getting his way. He better just leave things in the past because I'll make sure to end his career once and for all. Got it?" Punk asked angrily. "Okay okay just let me go!" Quinn said panicked, Punk let go of her and she began running to her room, "Bye Quinnley, tell your dad and his pretty wife I said hello!" Punk said with an attitude, Quinn looked back with a terrified look as Punk walked in the opposite direction. She got in her room, put her breakfast down on the table, and ran to the bathroom shaking and hyperventilating. She was going into a panic attack and started looking for her medicine, but she was too upset and felt dizzy and light headed, she collapsed to the floor.

[helldustedstories]

Okay, but I want to talk about Stolas and his relationship with touch, affection, and praise, because they're all kind of wrapped up in one another. Under a cut for length.

When he was younger, he barely saw his father. The day he received his grimoire was the first time he'd seen him all year, and Paimon didn't even tell him 'happy birthday;' he just greeted him, completely forgetting his name, and told him that it was finally time for him to 'become a true part of the Goetia family. Good for you.'

After that, he very quickly told Stolas what his duty in Hell was going to be, gave him the grimoire, and then announced that he was destined to 'sire a precautionary heir,' which meant that he was never going to have any say in how his life turned out. It was all planned for him right from the start. The picture that Paimon showed Stolas of his future wife was one where she was abusing her pets, something that was understandably upsetting on top of the news he'd just received. When Stolas starts crying in reaction, Paimon pats him on the head, the touch condescending and anything but comforting or affectionate. Stolas even flinches when he pats him, which suggests he's used to less than gentle touch, by that point.

He's used to his father not being there or being less than gentle, which sets up an expectation for other. Because if his father, who loves him (because fathers are supposed to be loving, right?) treats him that way, of course other people are going to as well, right?

And then later, when Stolas bows to Blitzo, being the polite young gentleman he is, Paimon hits him to correct him, calling him an idiot in the process. It definitely wasn't the first time, and it wouldn't be the last. Paimon's simply not around as much as he could be, but Stolas almost certainly had physical correction applied whenever he did something wrong (a rap across the knuckles with a ruler, a smack upside the head, like when he bowed to Blitzo; little things that add up).

He was also very isolated, mostly only interacting with the household servants and his tutors, none of which showed him more than cursory attention, the way one does to the son of their employer. So he grew up touch-starved, isolated, and desperate for any sort of attention or affection.

Additionally, he was frequently belittled and told that he was stupid, ugly, worthless, that he wouldn't amount to anything, which very much stuck with him and he started to internalize. He's used to just kind of ducking his head and going along with it, to minimize any attention on him, because so frequently when people are paying attention to him, it's negative.

He's more likely to expect a physical blow than any sort of gentle affection, especially when it's preceded by raised voices. Stella was more likely to throw objects than to throw hands, at least at first, but he still flinches sometimes when someone is upset with him, just out of habit. Though he's gotten pretty good at keeping any physical reaction to a minimum, as a means of self-preservation.

Stolas also got very good at deflecting and defusing situations because he had to after Via was born. He showers her with love and affection, because he doesn't want her to end up like him.

Because as much as he craves touch, affection, and praise, actually receiving them is another matter. When he's comfortable with someone, he very much wants to be touching them frequently, even if it's just something simple like the brush of his hand against theirs, because it reassures him, fills part of the hollowness that he constantly feels because he wants to be held, to be cared for.

So he channels that into caring for others: usually his plants and his daughter.

But as is a theme in his life, everything changes when Blitz shows up again. Stolas tries to joke and flirt, not really expecting anything to happen, but he'd had something to drink, and the first person he'd ever called his friend had seemed to enjoy his company when they were children, maybe that hadn't changed. Maybe he really was here to see Stolas.

The two of them sit down on the nearby chaise lounge and talk a little bit, until Blitz is the one that initiates any sort of touch between them. Stolas is immediately flustered and doesn't know what to do, going so far as to back away from Blitz. Because at this point, he's never experienced any touch that is romantic or positive in a sexual nature; he's been married to Stella for quite some time, and he disassociated whenever they had physical contact. So he's understandably a bit flustered because he's experiencing attraction for the first time, too.

Blitz pursues him, putting all of the attention on Stolas, which he is not used to, especially in this sort of situation, but he doesn't push him away. It's new, it's exciting, and he finds that he actually wants what Blitz seems to be offering. He has no idea how to put that into words, and he stammers over an answer when Blitz asks him what he wants him to do to him. Which is the point that Blitz bites him, tipping that needle over from "I want this but I'm uncomfortable" to "oh my god, I want this."

When Blitz pushes him back down onto the bed, he latches onto that, immediately asking Blitz if he likes to be in charge, to command. He goes right into playing that up, going from the idea of commanding to kinky in seconds, because any of the knowledge he possesses about this sort of situation came from books. Blitz tells him to stop, and he immediately does.

It's at that point that Blitz blindfolds him and ties him to the bed, which Stolas takes to mean that more touch is coming, something he says he's craved for a very long time. Blitz could have just left him there, but he didn't. He stayed and he fulfilled that desire: he gave Stolas what he'd been craving, showed him what it was like to be touched and wanted, which also served to show him what he had been missing.

Because up until that point, he thought there was something wrong with him. I've talked about it a little bit before, but my interpretation of Stolas is that he's both gay and on the ace spectrum, specifically demiromantic and demisexual, which means he needs an emotional connection to feel more for someone than just appreciating them aesthetically. He hasn't necessarily come to terms with this sort of label yet, which was why his initial night with Blitz meant more to him than some casual fling would have, because he already had an emotional connection, which made the physical that much more intense.

Things with Stella got even worse, at that point. He was able to block her blow so easily the one time he stood up for himself because he was expecting it, because she'd done it before.

So while he craves touch, there's also part of him that expects the worst when he actually gets it.

Which is part of the reason he leans so much into the BDSM side of things with Blitz, especially in the beginning. Because if he expects pain, if it's controlled and given out as part of the touch, part of the experience, and not just a negative, then that's fine. It's something he expects and can handle, and even find pleasurable, because it's controlled and it's not coming from a place of anger, of fear. It's actually coming from a place of trust and of care, which is an entirely new experience for him.

He can handle being touched, leans into it, because he so desperately wants and needs it.

Affection, on the other hand, is harder for him to deal with because it's so foreign. He frequently feels that he's not worth the time and attention it takes to reach some level of caring for him, even if he's desperate for it.

The same sort of thing goes for genuine praise. If someone tells him he did something well or he's good at something, his first instinct is to pick apart whatever they're complimenting, because he clearly could have done better. They're not actually complimenting him; they're trying to show him how he failed.

It's even worse when someone tells him he's pretty. He wears nice clothes and does what he can, but he's been told from a very young age that he's ugly and disgusting, which is definitely taking some time to unlearn.

But the more he spreads his wings (so to speak) and experiences more and comes to terms with the fact that his treatment wasn't okay and wasn't his fault, the more he unlearns the things he was told. It's been a long road to get to where he is, and he definitely still has days where he doesn't feel like he's worth anyone's time or attention, but he is definitely trying.

[blvckqwz]

Faith

The fabric of her jeans was beginning to feel uncomfortable on Isabelle’s skin, the blood soaked material clinging to her legs everytime she moved. Maggie had given her a wet cloth for her neck and face, but Isabelle still felt dirty. She was starting to think that the feeling wasn’t going to go away even after she showered.

Her eyes fell on the three latest members of the newfound group, Carl’s baby sister Judith, a big man named Tyreese and the woman from Terminus. 

Her name was Carol, Merle told her as they watched her dad run towards her, hugging her really tight. Rick made her go away from where they were before because she did something that seemed bad then, but that now was normal. 

Her uncle refused to tell her what the woman did. He also didn’t want to tell her where he was during that time. He didn’t want to tell her a lot of things. 

Buzzzzzzzzzzzzzz her head ringed. Isabelle closed her eyes. The buzzing stopped. He must have really changed, Isabelle thought, because before he would tell everything that was in his mind, even if it was very rude. He seemed a lot more calm then before too, which surprised the girl. 

Her uncle was bad, she knew it, but she loved him anyway. Because he was family, and family loves each other even if they are bad, and dirty, and rude, and probably had rabies in Merle’s case. 

That was why she loved her dad, even if he was bad. He was a different bad than Merle, because Merle was bad to everyone but her, while her dad was bad to her and her only, at least now. 

He probably had another family now, so he forgot about his old, bad and dirty one. Maybe he had already found a place in his heart to replace his old, bad and dirty daughter too. Maybe that was why he was holding that little baby in his arms instead of her. 

But Isabelle thought that it would be selfish of her to be jealous, because little babies needed to be held in someone’s arms, and she wasn’t a little girl anymore. And little Judith was probably happier to be in Daryl’s arms than Isabelle would be. She probably felt safe too, which was good. Her daddy’s arms used to make her feel safe too, a long time ago.

Isabelle’s thoughts went back to the woman, Carol. She had recognized her for the second time, the first being while they were both at Terminus, when she was still talking to Rick and Daryl, Isabelle could see it in her eyes as they wandered on her as she was still clinging to her uncle’s side. But she didn’t say anything, and for that the girl was grateful. 

She knew that she would get in trouble with her dad if he found out that she was putting herself in danger like that. He probably already knew, but still she was glad that the topic was being avoided.

Her dad wasn’t used to being a dad even before it all came down, Isabelle could only imagine how the end of the world would affect his parenting skills. He also looked like he changed, but Isabelle couldn’t really place it. He just seemed different, nothing like the man who left her standing in the trailer park years ago. 

“Hey.” Carl said as he walked next to her, a smile plastered on his face. He was always smiling. Isabelle wondered why, because he couldn’t be much happier than her, considering the current situation they were both stuck in. She didn’t really understand him. 

“Hi.” She murmured, occasionally glancing at him with the corner of her eyes. Sometimes when she looked over at him she noticed that he was already looking at her, but he quickly looked away so she wasn’t really sure. 

Isabelle usually didn’t look away, which used to get her in a lot of trouble, especially with the grownups. They always thought that it was to challenge them, but Isabelle always said that if they felt challenged by a kid looking at them maybe they were the problem, not her. That also got her in trouble. And trouble only meant one thing. 

Buzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz 

“How are you keeping up?” The sheriff boy asked. Isabelle looked at his hat. He still looked silly with it on his head, like a kid who missed the memo that halloween had been canceled a long time ago. But the hat itself wasn’t silly. It was just Carl. 

“I don’ know.” The girl shrugged, “My head hurts a bit.” She said, “But you can’t tell anyone.” “Why?” Carl asked in confusion.

“I don’t want to get in trouble.” She explained, her gaze returning to her shoes. 

“You get in trouble because you are hurt?” He asked like it was the silliest thing he ever heard. He was used to walking around with a big sheriff hat on his head, a baby strapped to his chest and a gun in his belt but he found that hard to believe. He was really silly.

“You don’t?” She was also confused. 

Carl shook his head, “Maybe Maggie knows what to do, her dad was a doctor.” “Really?” Isabelle asked. She also wanted to ask where he was now, but she had already figured the answer. He was probably with Naomi and Carl’s mom in Heaven. 

“Well technically a veterinarian.” He explained, “But he healed me when I had been shot.” 

Isabelle fully turned to look at him, her eyes wide in surprise, “You got shot?!” Carl shrugged like he was talking about the weather, “It was a really long time ago, before Judith was even born.” He explained. 

Isabelle wanted desperately to ask him a question that kept ringing in her head since they reunited with the group, but decided otherwise. Instead they spent the rest of the walk talking about their previous injuries, and the girl almost forgot that she was covered in blood and that the dead were walking on the Earth. 

Carl made everything feel like how it was before. 

*

“You want to talk about it?” Carol asked Daryl as they walked behind everyone else, her hands carrying the two bottles she had previously filled up with Tyreese, their conversation flashing back on her mind. 

I just need to forget about it.

Carol was glad that at least her demons showed up just in her sleep and not in the middle of the woods like Daryl’s did. Of course she knew who that little girl was, she had already thought that it was her when she saw her at Terminus, Daryl only confirmed it.

Daryl had told her about her right after they had found Sophia in the barn, when he was still just a redneck and she was just a scared housewife. He got really angry at her, for losing Sophia, for not attending her funeral. For not being able to protect her. And Carol knew that it was because he saw someone in Sophia, someone that was long gone just like her daughter. So seeing her alive and well was quite a shock. She didn’t really look like the picture Daryl carried in his vest’s pocket. She was older, rougher and her eyes were chopped shorter. But Carol knew it was her. And she could only imagine what it meant to Daryl, to see the girl he had to mourn without even a body to bury. 

“Nah.” The man grunted, shaking his head. There was nothing really to talk about. His daughter was alive. And Daryl still didn’t have the guts to talk to her. The sky sent him a fucking miracle, it resurrected his daughter from the dead and brought her back to him but he still couldn’t bear to look at her without guilt washing over him. 

She was alive, but she was hurt. She was alive, but she was hungry. She was alive, but she hated him. It haunted Daryl, how he inevitably became what he swore he would never be like. 

“It’s fine if you don’t want to tell me about it, but you should really talk to her.” The short haired woman insisted, “The universe is giving you a second chance. Don’t ruin it.” 

Daryl wanted to tell her to mind her own business, but he knew that she was right. He had to swallow his pride and cat like a man. Otherwise he would lose her forever.

But what if she didn’t want him to reach for her? What if she didn’t want him to be her dad anymore?

There was fear in Daryl’s eyes as they watched his daughter walk in front of him. Fear of rejection, fear of what he has been doing, or mostly what he hasn’t been doing, has caused a permanent stain on their relationship. 

“I don’t think she wants me to talk to her, y’know?” He finally admitted, his head low. He didn’t have to glace up to feel Carol’s sympathetic eyes, “I’m not made for this shi’, don’t know how to be a father.” 

“You can’t hide from your own daughter. She doesn’t feel loved by you, but I know that she’s wrong. Just show her that.” The woman said, “Now. Before shit hits the fan again. Before you risk losing her again.” 

Daryl’s eyes went up again, his gaze again on the girl. She moved her head to look at Carl, and for a second Daryl was afraid that she was going to turn around and catch him. But she didn’t and Daryl felt stupid. 

His daughter had for a long time been his greatest strength. She was the only reason he kept going all this time, the only reason he was still fighting. If it wasn’t for her he would probably have been dead a long time ago. But Daryl recognized that she was also his worst weakness. He was weak if he was with her, because he would sacrifice everything just to not have to look at her teary eyes. And the fact that he was the reason why she cried was driving him insane.

The anguish he felt when he thought about her being hurt welled up in his chest, risking to explode any second. And he could only imagine what he might do if she really did end up hurt. 

He had already noticed the way she dragged her limp arm, he wanted to ask her about it, but she would probably shoo him away like the rabid dog he was. He wanted to ask her about a lot of things, but he didn’t know how to.

Daryl wondered if what Carol said was true. Did she really think that he didn’t love her? He was never good with words, he believes that never in his life he had ever said I love you to someone, but now that he was beginning to think about it, his actions didn’t really reflect much love either, at least not when it came down to her. At least not the ones she knew about.

He knew he was a shitty father, but he didn’t know how to fix it. He never saw what it meant to be a father, he never knew what it meant to be loved by a father. And he sure as hell couldn’t improvise after years of neglecting his child. 

Oh god he neglected her. 

He neglected his child, his baby. He became everything he hated about his father. He had yelled at her, he had left her for days. He hadn’t provided for her, he hadn’t done anything to protect her until it was too late. He even hit her at times.

“I don’t deserve ‘er, y’know.” Daryl said, snapping Carol out of her own trance. He wondered what she was thinking about. It was either Sophia or whatever happened while she wasn’t at the prison, he thought. 

Carol shot him a questioning glance, which made him awkwardly clear his throat. He needed to let it out to someone, and Rick already had too much on his mind. There was his other brother, but somehow Merle was getting along with Isabelle better than he was, which concerned him. Was he really this shitty? 

So he had to suppress the urge to say whatever and go back to his business and instead started talking again, “I never deserted ‘er. She’s kind, and I don’ know where it comes from. Surely not from me.” He lets out an empty chuckle, “She had always been too good, never knew why. And it scares me.” He admitted, “Because good people don’ get far, y’know? Good people sacrifice themself, and I don’ wanna see ‘er hurtin’ no more.” 

Carol nodded, “That’s why you are here Daryl. So you can protect her. So she can keep being good.” That was why he was here.

*

A scream echoed through the forest, making Isabelle’s blood run cold. She turned around to look at her dad, but he was already looking at her, his face all serious. Did he figure out that she was hurt? Was she in trouble? Their eyes met, and Isabelle wondered if he wanted to tell her something. But she doubted it. He was probably just mad. At what she didn’t know. She didn’t understand eye-language, she barely understood when people spoke with their mouths, understanding the eyes seemed impossible. 

But grown ups spoke with their eyes more than they did with their mouths, Isabelle knew that. It was just another reason she didn’t want to grow old. She didn’t want to worry about saying something she didn’t mean to with her eyes. She already did when she spoke with her mouth. 

Sometimes really mean things exited that mouth, and her mama always said that she would have to wash it with soap, which sounded awful to Isabelle, because she had eaten soap before and it tasted disgusting. 

She didn’t know why she said bad things, maybe it was just in her genes to be bad. She hoped it wasn’t true, because she really tried to be good. 

Buzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz

A hand grabbed her bad arm and she let out a yelp. She only then noticed that Carl wasn’t there, and she thought that he probably ran towards the noise with his dad. Still she was beyond surprised to look up and see her dad holding her arm as they ventured inside the woods. His grip loosened but Isabelle tensed up. 

She would be lying if she said that she didn’t want him there, but at the same time she didn’t want to talk to him. Isabelle just wished that her dad was good like she always thought him to be. 

She would like to think that if he said sorry to her right now she would yell at him, but in reality she would probably run to him and hug him really hard, like she did when he first saw him again. 

Nothing would ever be the same again. Even if the goofy man that was with Abraham really had a cure, nothing would ever be the same again. Even if her dad said sorry a thousand times nothing would ever be the same again.

But for Isabelle a single sorry would be enough. She just needed to know if he still cared. If she was still his little girl, even if she wasn’t little anymore and even if she had killed a man. She wanted to be his little girl. She wanted to be her mom’s little girl. She wanted a lot of things. That must have made her very selfish, because she wished for too much. 

She should just appreciate the fact that her dad was holding her, even if it was just because he had to drag her across the woods. She should just appreciate the fact that her mom loved her, even if she was far away and probably dead. 

Buzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz It was getting louder.

“Com on, come on!” Carl yelled from the front of the line, followed by his dad and other people as they all looked at the walkers surrounding a high rock, a man on it, screaming. Carl didn’t hesitate to put out the first walker, shooting it dead in the head. Isabelle admired him, not even she had that much of a good hearth. But Carl did like it was the most natural thing in the world. 

Michonne’s gun smashed another dead’s skull and as Isabelle watched Rick kill another she understood that it would be over soon. So she looked up at the man. He was wearing all black clothes, with a white collar. 

Was he a priest? Isabelle hadn’t seen one in a long time. She used to go to church, even if her dad thought it was stupid. But she still wanted to. 

She didn’t know if she believed in God anymore, but she knew that she liked listening to the stories her priest used to tell everyone every Sunday. She only liked the ones with a good ending and where people were good though, the ones where there were bad men scared her. She still had nightmares about the story about that man that almost sacrificed his son for God. His name was Canine or something like that. 

Buzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz

“Isabelle, are ya okay?” Her dad asked, concern spreading across his features as he held her arm really tight. She needed to throw up, she realized.  

Isabelle shrugged his hand off her, and she could see a flash of hurt in his eyes. Good, she thought, that’s how I’ve been feeling for the last thirteen years. 

God she was really awful. “Just forget it.” She murmured as she went to Carl. 

“We’re clear, keep watch.” Rick said as he turned his full attention to the priest, just like Isabelle did before. He didn’t look like someone who survived that apocalypse at all, more like someone who was having a really bad nightmare. The girl wondered if it was all an act, if he was pretending to be weak just to come down and kill them all. Terminus had left an unfading scar on her trust.

“Come on down.” Rick spoke again, this time to the trembling man, who hesitantly came down his rock. 

“You okay?” He then asked the priest, who had this unreadable expression. The man stood still for a few seconds before bend down and began puking. Isabelle scrunched her nose in disgust as she looked away, the rancid smell of the vomit making her sick. 

But she understood him, because she also puked when she was nervous. Such a waste of good food, her mom used to say. Isabelle missed her.

Buzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz

“Isabelle.” Carl lightly shook her shoulder, snapping her out of her confused state. The girl hummed as she closed her eyes, trying to shake the current pressure on her head. She felt foggy, like everything around her was just a confused daze. 

“Gabriel said he has a church, come on.” He said as he began walking after the group, who Isabelle noticed was following the priest, “Garbiel is the priest?” She asked in confusion. She didn’t hear him say that. Or that he had a church. Or anything at all. Carl shot her a look between worried and confused, “Yes.” He replied. 

“Oh okay.” The girl murmured as they walked. Her eyes fell on the pool of vomit where the priest was standing until a few minutes before, and she felt sick again. 

Buzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz

“Isabelle.” Carl called her again, making the girl turn her head to look at him, “Did you hear what I said?” Isabelle looked away embarrassed. She didn’t hear anything. 

“That’s it. I’m telling my father that you are not well.” He announced.

“Don’t.” Isabelle pleaded, “It’s nothing, really.” “This could get you killed.” Carl urged, “We didn’t come this far just to see you die because of a headache.” 

Isabelle fought the urge to roll her eyes because she knew that it would only worsen her pain, “Exactly Carl, it’s just a headache.” Carl eyes her suspiciously, “If you don’t get better in a day you have to tell my father, okay?” The girl nodded, “Yeah sure whatever.” She grumbled before speeding up.

[alba8688]

Love hurts

Chapter 35

Word count:2382

Warnings:smut ,pnv ,unprotected sex ,

"Dani sweetheart I'm

Coming in." Mrs.Henderson said opening the door to the bathroom.

My heart started beating faster by the minute .

I think I was gonna die today of a heart attack .

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Eddie's pov

Fucking shit this is not the way I wanted to meet my mother in law .

What the fuck do I say now ?

"Hello ,Mrs.Henderson you know me As Dustin's friend but I'm also your daughter's boyfriend and also I'm just here casually taking a shower in your daughter's bathroom so nice to finally introduce myself."

"Mom!!" Dustin my savior

"What's wrong Dusty ?are you feeling ok ?" Mrs.Henderson has always been the type of mom that worried to much especially with her youngest one Dustin especially because he suffers from cleidocranial dysplasia so Mrs.Henderson is really protective of him.

I think she is a little bit more

Than the usual even with Dani that she is already grown up and has a child .

"Nothing I was just looking for you ."I hear Dustin say .

Thanks God I was save by Dustin.

I wonder if he knew I was here .

"Mom!!!" A crying Dani walks in her room

Fucking great a family reunion while I'm naked in the shower .

I'm telling you my luck.

"Jesus Christ Sweetie what's wrong ?"

Poor Dani she sounded devastated. She was crying so much that you could barely make out what she was saying .

I couldn't leave her like that .

"Wait ,so who's in the shower ?" Mrs.Henderson ask her two kids

Shit ,I guess I'm meeting her mom now .

I got out of the shower drying myself and changing into my clothes to meet my mother in law ,Well she knows me already but she doesn't know I'm Dani's boyfriend.

Jesus Christ

I took a deep breath in and out and open the door slowly ,and walk out the bathroom.

Dani saw me and her eyes widen her beautiful reyes where red ,her makeup mess up by her tears.

"Baby!!" Dani ran to my arms crying uncontrollably.

"Hey sweetheart." I coo,wrapping my arms around her waist .

I couldn't stand seeing her like this ,I know that house meant everything to her.

"Baby?"Mrs.Henderson questions then she looks at Dustin who just gives her a grin and sits down in Dani's bed eating his popcorn.

"This is gonna be interesting ." Dustin says

"Eddie my h-house ." Was all I could make from what Dani what's telling me .

My poor girl was devastated,she was so excited about moving in to the new home in June and now all her plans were ruined .

"Is ok baby will figured something out ." I comforted her ,I actually had something in mind but I don't know if she would like the idea.Wayne and I had already talk about it and he was ok with it .

But I would talk to her about that later ,first I have to deal with introducing myself as her boyfriend to her mom.

"Danielle care to explain to me why Eddie here was in your shower and you calling him baby?"

Oh shit !!

Was she mad ?

I thought she wanted Dani and i to date ,maybe she takes it back .

Maybe she thinks I'm not good enough for her .

Dani takes my hand on hers and stands next to me.

"Mom ,you know how I told you I was Dating someone younger than me ?" Dani wipes her tears with her other free hand smearing her makeup even more.

"Yes, I remember." Mrs.Henderson crosses her arm over chest raising a brow

"Well it's Eddie ." I didn't know what to say .

Was I suppose to talk ?

What was I supposed to say ?

Nobody said anything for the longest time. I was getting anxious by the minute .

The silence was killing me ,things ran through my head .

She doesn't accept our relationship ..

She thinks I'm not good enough for her daughter and grandson.

"Damn it i have no more popcorn!" Dustin breaks the silence.

"Dusty language !!" Mrs.Henderson raises her voice at her youngest son.

Which to be honest I don't think it's a bad word but I guess .

"Mom ,I love him."I turned to see Dani who started speaking first, breaking the awkward silence after Dustin tantrum of Not having popcorn .

Yeah she loves me ..

I felt like the proudest guy whenever she told anyone else about me .

She truly does love me and I love her too .

Her mom doesn't say anything she looks at me then at Dani then at our intertwined fingers .

"Mrs.Henderson I love her too ,Nate and her are my whole entire world and I would do anything for them ." Holy shit !! Did that come out of my mouth ?

I actually I did talk .

Mrs.Henderson sighs and chuckles softly "I'm not mad ,I'm just surprised,I didn't expect this at all ." She smiles and walks towards us.

"I'm happy for both of you I see how happy he makes you sweetie."

"He does make me happy ." Dani says looking up at me "you also make me happy sweetheart ."

"This is getting boring im leaving ." Dustin walks out of Dani's room closing the door behind him

"So Wayne is coming over then ?"

Dani and I nod yes "so I better get dinner started ." She smiles happily

"I'll leave you two alone ." She waves goodbye before closing the door.

"Holy shit !! "I said out loud

She didn't get mad or told me shit about not being right for her daughter .

"That went well ." Dani says softly

"I know ." I kiss her temple "so you want to talk about it ?" I ask her meaning about the house that wasn't going to be ready for another few months .

"No." She says softly "come ,let's go lay down for a bit ok." I said sweetly

"Ok." She follows me to her bed and we both lay down ,not saying a word until the picture she had on her wall comes to view perfectly where I'm laying down.

Should I ask her about it ?

Yeah ,maybe if would take her mind off the house .

"Sweetheart,that drawing ." I point to the drawing in her wall next to her vanity, the one I drew for her "Yeah." She picks up her head from my chest looking up at me.

"Do you remember who gave it to you?"

I ask nervously,hoping she remembers it was me the one that gave it to her weird old me as a sophomore who was obsessed with her and completely and utterly in love with her.

But she wasn't nothing but a dream to me back then .

"Yeah,it was my senior year This cute boy with beautiful chocolate brown eyes ." She smirks looking at the drawing.

"Yeah,and did you know his name ?"

"Nope ,back then I didn't ,but now I do ." Her hand starts sliding down to my jeans and to my belt .

"Yeah ."

"Mhm." She unbuckles my belt then goes to my jeans button popping it open "oops ." She says playfully making me chuckled

"He look kind of nerdy to be honest ." Now she was teasing me ,so she did know it was me .

I wonder when she found out .

"How is that ?" I ask going along with her

"Well,I remember him always wearing black and band tees and I think he was a mute ." She giggles straddling me ,I look down and realized she had pull my jeans down to my ankles. I didn't even feel it .She was that good .

What if she does things to me while I'm asleep??

Well I actually don't mind ,she could do whatever she wants with me .

Am at her knees .

"Mute ??" I scrunched my brows "why mute ?"

RealizIng what she just had said .

"Because every time i saw him he wouldn't talk he would stay quiet looking at me with those beautiful doe eye wide like a deer stuck in headlights ."She chuckles .

Damn I must have look like a total idiot staring at her probaby popping a boner every time she saw me. Who am I kidding? I did pop a boner once or twice .

What can I say I can't control him down there it has a mind of its own.

"That's because I was nervous as shit and is like if someone was trying to torture me when i saw you ,you always had that damn cheerleading outfit on."She suddenly stands up without saying anything leaving me in my boxers in the bed and oh yeah really hard as well .

"Where you going?"I ask following her with my eyes as she walks to her closet .

"You'll see . " she grabs something from her closet then walks to the restroom.

I wonder what's gotten into her ?

After a few minutes I hear the door from the restroom open slightly .

"Ed's baby close your eyes ."slightly peeking her head out through the door she tells me .

"Ok." I said softly closing my eyes ,

"Lay down ,and don't you dare open your eyes ,not even a peek ?" She tells me ,she sounded closer so that means she was out of the bathroom .

I feel her get in the bed and back to her old position on top of me straddling me .

She gets my hands placing them on her thighs ,I felt her bare skin and my eyes pop up

Open .

My mouth was wide open no words coming out I felt the same way I would feel back when I use to bump into her in school .

Dani was my Angel ...

And to make things even better she was wearing her hair the way she use to do it back in high school: a high fucking ponytail.

She was trying to kill me right now ,I was gonna cream my pants just by looking at her one of my biggest fantasies coming true.

"Told you he was a mute ." She says in a seductive voice giggling.

"You leave me speechless sweetheart ." I finally spoke "fuck ,how did you know it was me ?" I ask her

"Well those eyes are hard not to remember ,they mesmerized ,me those chocolate button eyes ." She leans in kissing the side of my eye.

"Yeah ,you like my eyes ?" I flutter my lashes

"Yes ,I love your Dr.Pepper eyes ." That's a new one .

"Dr.Pepper ?"

"Yeah ,like the color of Dr.Pepper my two favorite things your eyes and Dr.Pepper ."

"You do know flattery works with me ." I grip

Her thighs tighter flipping her over for me to be on top and crashing my lips on hers .

I should really get up and check the door ,but I mean I don't think no one would come in.

I pull away and look down at her ,her lips where plumb and rosy from our kissing and that's when I remember something embarrassing.

"Did you know ,you where the reason I started jerking off almost everyday ." I chuckled of embarrassment .

It was that damn cheerleading uniform that drove me crazy me being a horny teenager going through puberty and shit when ever she wore that outfit it would drive me crazy.

"Yeah,and what did you think of ?" She ask biting her bottom lip

"Your eyes ,Your lips ,Your breast and don't even get me started with those fucking hips and your damn ass baby ." I squeeze her ass hard making her moan.

"You like that ?" I ask in a a low voice she fucking turn me on more than I was seeing her in her old Cheerleading outfit and now her beautiful moans .

"Fuck ,you don't know what you do to me ." I crash my lips onto hers and started moving my hips trying to feel some friction on my dick but it wasn't enough for me .

I flip her around on all her fours picking up her skirt up her hips and Fuck she didn't have panties I pulled down my boxer grabbing my dick on my hand rubbing it against her folds and her clit feeling how wet she was for me I didn't even had to get her ready for me because she was always so damn ready like the good fucking girl she is.

My girl .

I teased her a few more times before pushing myself into her without letting her know .

"Fuck Eddie ." She moans,my name sounding so sweet in her mouth that angel voice that drives me crazy and made those beautiful sounds only I made her do.

"Yeah, scream my name let the neighbors know who is making you feel This good ." I was so fucking turn on that I didn't remember her mom was in the kitchen.

I wanted the whole world to know who was making her feel this good let the neighbors hear her moans let them Know that you belong to me to Eddie The Freak Munson.

Dani was moaning and screaming my name. I immediately cover her mouth, getting back to my five senses "disregard what I said wouldn't want mama Henderson hearing us ." She nods no but I can still hear small Moans coming out muffled by my hand covering her mouth.

"Fuck ,you take me so well sweetheart ." I groaned

I took my hand off her mouth kissing her sloppily ,fuck she felt amazing I could feel myself getting closer but I try to hold it just for her .

My priority is her first ,I make her cum as many times she was able too but I don't think right now I was able to hold it any longer because she felt so fucking good and she was so fucking tight making it harder for me right now to hold it may longer I was going to bust at any second.

"Fuck ." My hands failing on me of how weak she made me ,falling on top of her, my head on the crook of her neck, feeling my release, feeling her up all the way inside completely, her walls tight on my dick .

I continued moving my finger down her clit, rubbing it slowly until she came undone on my dick biting her bottom lip to control her moans.

And she look beautiful when she came undone ,only for me.

I was lucky to see her like this .

"I love you ." She said breathlessly

"I love you too, my Angel ."

Next chapter

[write-feel-live-love]

Depression Dump

Trigger warning out the gate on this one. Just... don't read it.

Good evening, Void.

I feel like a void tonight. It was my last day of Spring Break and quite frankly, I've never been more not rested before returning to work in my entire life.

This break sucked. It wasn't a break at all. Because moms don't get breaks. Even when I'm off work, I'm to be with my kids. And that's fine. That's what I signed up for when I had them. I got maybe two good days out of the kids and got to see one friend, twice. I didn't go out. Nothing special. My husband tried to take some time off to be with us, but that never goes great. I love him, but he has his own issues that he doesn't always cope with well. Us being home while he's working from home didn't help.

The last few days my depression kicked up really hard core, just in time for my wee baby boy to really kick up his screaming game.

Today was the cherry on top with my daughter catching a stomach bug during her nap (effectively cutting short the last break I had for the day), and then my husband getting the same bug later in the day! So instead of having the night off like usual, I'm on wee one duty. Last bottle of the night. Wake up when he cries. The whole shebang.

I tried talking to my parents. They were great with the advice on my sick kids, but sympathy? Nah, who gives a fuck about that. "Put your big girl pants on and deal." Can we stop with that fucking shit? I'm so devastated that this is how my last day ends. My head is killing me, I'm probably going to catch that bug, I have to go back to work tomorrow, and (here's that trigger by the way) I have never wanted to slice open every vein I have more than I have today.

It's probably safe now. I cried in my shower. I cried so hard. Even has I write this, my stomach is acting up and I can tell I'm about to get sick. Puking for hours, when I have to get up for work at 6am.

I'm so god damn sick of being tired. I'm physically exhausted all of the time. I'm mentally fried. I'm burnt out from work and have literally no desire to work in this field at all anymore when it used to be my life's purpose. I'm sick of being alone and feeling alone and that there's no one to talk to.

But I guess that's where you come in Void... You're always there. Just waiting for my dump of random rants and writings.

[joinmeinenvy]

Francesca tilted her head, a small smirk playing on her lips as she watched Nico. “You know, for someone who claims they’ve been through hell, you have a knack for keeping things light. I’ll give you that.” She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, the teasing tone in his voice momentarily softening the edges of her usual guardedness.

Francesca pressed her lips together, debating how much to reveal. Nico didn’t know her full story. Her surname carried a weight that loomed large in their shared world. “Have you ever looked up to someone? Maybe even idolized them—only to find out they were tied to something awful?” she asked, her tone measured. Most of her childhood was painted with memories of a serious man who showered her with gifts instead of affection, a father who dealt with problems in ways that were as effective as they were terrifying. Once, when she got in trouble for shoving a boy who pulled her pigtails, Daddy D’Amiano himself showed up at the school. That day, she’d witnessed the kind of fear her father could instill. The teacher didn’t meet her eyes for a month after. “My dad… he was involved in things—criminal things—that I couldn’t accept. It drove a wedge between us, and let’s just say neither of us handled it gracefully. I’m sure I looked cute, mostly ridiculous trying to lecture him like a little kid calling out her dad, but it didn’t matter. Our relationship was never the same. I’m pretty sure I ended up being his least favorite because of it,” she admitted, her voice quieter now. It wasn’t easy to say out loud. Francesca loved her family, but the knowledge that her father seemed to value the daughters who stayed loyal to the Serpents stung. She blinked quickly, chasing away the prick of tears. “It’s hard when people you care about don’t feel the same way,” she said, her voice tinged with a sadness she couldn’t quite hide. Not wanting to linger on her own vulnerability, she tilted her head and changed the subject. “I’m sorry about your friend. What happened there?” she asked gently, her curiosity genuine.

When the conversation turned to the center, Francesca’s mood brightened noticeably. “It really is rewarding. I know I can’t truly understand everything they’ve been through, but being a steady presence? That means a lot more than people realize.” Her smile widened when Nico mentioned volunteering.“You should. The kids would love you. They don’t get to meet a lot of people who understand what it’s like to struggle and still keep going. And if you’re serious about helping out, you better be ready to sweat. We don’t take freeloaders.” She laughed softly, shaking her head. “And if you’re planning on shedding layers, Nico, you might want to think twice. It’s a family-friendly environment.” Her tone was playful, but there was something warm in the way she looked at him—a rare glimmer of trust in her usually cautious demeanor.

Nico let out a bitter laugh, "You're telling me." He said shaking his head. "Tell me about your dad. What did he do to make you so angry?" Nico knew Francesca did a lot of community work, helping those who needed it. That kind of selflessness stood out to him. He wanted to know more about where she came from. "Though, I'm not sure I can picture you actually angry. I bet you are super cute looking all frustrated." He lightly teased hoping to lighten the mood a bit. "It is often that in our lowest points, we learn who the real ones are. I hate when those you trust betray you. That happened to me once with a childhood friend. Totally blindsided me." It was that friend who caught him out, and got Nico to trust him before his family abducted the young preteen at the age of twelve. He was so young and naive. "Don't apologize. I like the word baggage. You explained it well. Makes it seem more manageable. And it's true. It's that shit you carry with you at all times. It must be hard trying to help all those people. They probably have seen so much hardship." Nico knew he went through a lot but he never let himself forget that others had their own shit. Probably a lot worse than him. "Must be rewarding at least. You'll have to bring me around at some point. I'd love to check it out, and maybe talk to some people, some of the kids. I have a lot to offer." Though he wasn't ready to share his story yet but he knew a thing or two about the coping, attempted recovery. Truth be told, he was still struggling with some of the things that happened himself. He felt a smile tip on his face as she bumped his shoulder. "I promise to break a sweat with all my hard work. Might even have to take off a layer or two while trying to prove myself."