#man can heal my daddy issues so hard im not even joking

[minhosimthings]

skz is so strong because if Bang Chan ever looked at me with that much adoration and love, i would faint and die

[hockeylvr59]

do you think you could do a blurb about sidney or paul bissonette running into an ex and finding out they have a kid? and wanting to help out and maybe there are still lingering feelings between the mother and sid/biz? im thinking about writing a series about this and i wanna see what someone else could do with the idea first - tseggy

So I know you’ve already started yours but I promised you a twist on my own prompt so this is what I came up with. It’s not really a blurb but since it’s cramming a lot into a stand-alone piece the length is what it is. (1,478 words)

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You were 17 when you’d found out you were pregnant and at first, you couldn’t believe it was true. 

You hadn’t been seeing anyone…in fact, you’d only had sex once. You’d had one too many drinks celebrating the fact that your neighbor and best friend Paul Bissonnette had been named captain of the Saginaw Spirit for the upcoming season. Most of the people from the small party had cleared out, leaving you and Paul relaxing in the basement of his parents’ home. His hands had drifted and one thing led to another. 

Now there was a little plastic stick in your hands telling you that nothing was ever going to be the same. 

Almost immediately, you made the decision that you couldn’t tell Paul about the baby. He had such a bright future in hockey ahead of him and this was something that you couldn’t weigh him down with. And seeing as you lived next to Paul’s parents, the decision not to tell him meant that you also needed to hide your pregnancy from the world. 

So for four months, you managed to hide the growth of your belly by adjusting your wardrobe so that you were always seen in overly large sweatshirts. And for four months, that facade worked. 

It worked until one untimely moment where a slick patch of ice on the sidewalk in front of the Bissonnette house got the better of you. You’d cried out as your feet came out from under you and immediately upon making impact, Paul’s mom Yolande was by your side. As she questioned whether or not you were okay, the shock of the moment caused you to spill your biggest secret. 

“The baby.” You’d mumbled, your hand immediately drifting to your stomach. One look into Yolande’s eyes told you without words that she knew exactly what was going on, she had always been a smart and intuitive woman. As she insisted on taking you to a local clinic she never once questioned whether your parents knew. They didn’t. She never questioned who the baby’s father was. It was obviously her son. And she never questioned what you were going to do. 

Instead, after assurance from a doctor that the baby was okay, Yolande Bissonnette let you make all of the decisions, providing whatever support you needed. She never insisted that you needed to come clean to her son, though her motherly looks implied that she wished you would. 

By the time that your belly was too big to hide from anyone, Yolande had helped you gain early admittance to college, had helped you move into an apartment, and had helped supply you with everything you needed to get off to a fresh start with the baby. She was by your side as you delivered a little boy who looked just like his daddy. 

Years passed and you basked in raising your rambunctious little boy. He was everything you remembered Paul to be as a kid but he had your brains and introverted temperament making him a little bit more well-rounded than his dad. Throughout it all, Yolande and eventually Cam were there to watch as your little boy grew up. 

You never hid who his father was from your son, watching Paul’s games on tv whenever you could. It was hard on all of you keeping this secret, but as you watched Paul live his life from afar, you knew that this was what was best. Paul seemed happy with the life he was living and that was all you had ever wanted for him. 

But now your son was 16 and the game was finally up. You’d gotten the call that your baby had been in a car accident and without thinking things through like you normally would, you’d called Yolande immediately. In the heat of your emotions, you’d forgotten that Paul was in town for the weekend to see his parents. 

Upon reaching the hospital you were informed that it wasn’t as bad as you’d feared. A broken leg and concussion plus a few scrapes and bruises were all that your baby had suffered, though the car had been totaled. That didn’t matter so long as he was okay. Doctors declared they wanted to monitor him overnight but that he should be released tomorrow. 

You’d been sitting with him for a bit when his girlfriend arrived and you sent her in to sit with him while you waited for Cam and Yole. As you peered through the glass of the hospital room door you watched as your son consoled his girlfriend. They hadn’t told you yet, but your gut told you that history had repeated itself and despite how many times you warned your son about safe sex, that he was now about to be a dad. It was some sort of sick joke from the hands of fate, furthered by the fact that the man you had spent almost 17 years hiding a child from had just walked through the hospital doors with his parents. 

You weren’t sure what had been said to him as you basked in Yole’s arms, letting the remainder of your fearful and anxious tears out. 

“He’s okay.” You eventually whispered. “Nothing time won’t heal.” A relieved laugh was shared between the two of you before she sent you a soft look while peeking behind her to where Paul was standing, his eyes boring holes into you. “He’s in with Taylor so let’s give him a few minutes before you go see him.” You whispered having previously shared your suspicions with the woman who was basically a mother to you. With a nod, she mentioned going to get some coffee and after dragging Cam with her you were alone with Paul for the first time in over 16 years. 

You expected him to be mad if he had been told what was going on. You expected things to be awkward whether he knew or not. What you didn’t expect was for Paul to slowly approach before gently tugging you into his chest and wrapping his arms around you. 

“What can I do to help?” was the first phrase to leave his mouth and though you’d thought you were okay, the weight of the past 16 years, the weight of your son becoming a father, the weight of Paul finally finding out just became too much and you found yourself crying in his arms. You didn’t understand how he was holding you right now. How he wasn’t pissed off beyond belief. When your breathing had finally steadied, Paul pulled away and your eyes met his, the same eyes you saw every time you looked at your son. “Don’t get me wrong. I’m pissed off right now.” He mumbled. “I’m pissed and I’m hurt but this isn’t the time or place for either of those to be dealt with.” 

The man standing in front of you now had clearly matured some with the years and all of the feelings you’d pushed down for so long bubbled up to the surface. He was even more attractive now than he was then by leaps and bounds and you sighed. 

“Come meet him?” You whispered and when Paul nodded, his hand slipping down into your own, you pulled him gently into your son’s hospital room where Taylor was now sitting beside him on the bed, his hand on her stomach. The second they heard the door they both scrambled to part and you took a deep, steadying breath before speaking. “Don’t bother. I already know.” You stated softly. “But that’s an issue for tomorrow…today there’s someone I think you’re overdue in meeting.” 

Your son’s eyes widened almost comically as he took in the sight of his dad standing behind you in the hospital room. 

“Dad…” He said, his tone showing disbelief at the fact that his father was standing in front of him. At first, Paul responded with silence but after a moment he stepped toward the bed and leaned down to pull your son into a hug. You could hear the two of them murmuring softly to each other and for a moment you just watched before noticing Taylor shifting nervously in the corner. Moving to her, you eyed her for a moment before pulling her into a hug. 

“It’ll all be okay.” You assured her. “It’s not ideal but if any family can make it work, it would be us.” 

The sight Cam and Yolande returned to was one filled with the tensions from lapses of judgment, years of secrets, and new beginnings. There were questions to be asked and answered, hard conversations to be had but now that things were laid bare for the first time, it was a time to move forward and to make the best of things, and maybe…just maybe…the best of life was yet to come.

[recklesslyconscious]

(not changing names)

First thing... sorry for the spelling and grammatical errors im not perfct and dont have the paitience or following to proof read.

As im sure many of us deal with but never express the bridesmaid syndrome, i do so much work so hard towards an end goal yet will always be second in line. 2021 i was a doormat, a door knob, hell the door that closes for the other one to open. I consumed myself with different love interest, disguised myself to be whoever i thought would please them, i did what in my chaotic mind thought was right, granted all wrong, and yet still came up short. Faked an orgasm or 50 just so he’d think i was satisfied, lied about love just to keep one around, hell i lowered myself to a woman id never even speak to  all for some preconceived idea that hes the one. 

So i started the year off dating ronnie (if thats even his real name if you can even call it dating) but the story behnd him deserves a lifetime move and we dont have that kinda time but after ten months of waiting for me, a three day cash app arguement, and some iight sex, i realized i deserved more. i started to look like a joke and fast but dont you worry i was cheating THE WHOLE TIME. Honestly i might give this lil pomerainian (Panamanian) his own post. 3/10

On my birthday i met my husband Phil yall i dont know if its my daddy issues the henny or the fact hes missing like 7 teeth but i love phil. Hes maybe one of the most genuine men of the year i so bad at realizing who really likes me i let him slip away but hes never to far, and from time to time the occasional bang. 710

Yallllll i had a pimp on my trail, for the sake of my safety we will refer to him as the pimp. Ofcourse i met him at the strip club but i toke his number we went on a few dates, and then he introduced me to people and it was cool i guess.  I already knew hewanted this fne bbw amazon for something more then companionship and i found out he knw people i thought were my people so i ghosted him for my safety. EHHHHH 5/10

THE SERAL TRANNY RAPIST,AKA MILS,AKA RAMILES,AKA the worst fucking choice i ever made in my life he was the sum beneath my shoes. This guy hits on me at a bar ofcourse i go for it bring him home, keep him here the next day, go to eat with him, bring him to my job, just the fucking most.Im head ver heals for this guy see him every weekend for like a month. Cat comes out the bag he has a pregnant girfriend who he lives with in her grandmothers motel two cities away he like to do obscure things and it was definely an eye opener i needed to chill out lets say that. -9000/10.

Yo honestly i dont know what i did with christian but he ghosted me. damn near had the best dick in the world on him but that was his only good quality to me.

CHJ is and will forever just be my lil baby i dont care how many times we fall out how long we dont talk its on sight and thats on gang

Blame it on the henny...... javi, you i dont know but 260 crew just do something to me besides get me faded 

I went in for the three pointer with this guy at the gas station one day litto and hey its twerking here and there and hes pretty cool... lets see how i fuck this one up 

THE MOST HONORABLE this man here getting his own post im not even going into it the love of my life the alpha the don he aint shit and its amazing T mother fucking J

My neighbor who love cheating on his girl friend and he ate my box (next time dont come for my dog) i can careless bout this one his brother a jugg and he just weird. but i wont say your name outta respect or whatttevvverrrrrr

welp thats it folks these them lets make 2022 more memorable. honestly writing it out help me realize i was giving to much of my self to all these men. I let all these men take a piece of me and none of them filled the void. its crazy to look back at the mistakes and how they really changed my outlook on men. it wasnt all bad have some good memories just hope i finally learn from my mistakes

[axelsagewrites]

"How Do You Love Someone" Magnus Bane

Ashley Tisdale Lyrics

Warnings----Swearing, implied sex, implied abuse/rough family life

Hi! My names (y/n) and I’m 97….. yeh I’m a vamp sooo yeah. I was turned at 17 in the late 1930s. My parents knew because my mum was a mundane with the sight and my dads brother was a werewolf.

Momma never told me how to love

They hated each other. They both blamed themselves at first when I was turned.

Daddy never told me how to feel

Even before that they weren't close. There marriage was a mistake.

Momma never told me how to touch

They never hugged, kissed or would even sleep in the same bed.

Daddy never showed me how to heal

After I was turned dad stopped talking to me as much because what his brother told him about vampires.

Momma never set a good example

Dad was away more and more on business trips or at political meetings so Mom  went out a swell. She started sleeping around and got the name town slut. Also because I didn't go out during the day (because duh) they thought I was dead. They said my mom killed me when she was drunk or that id moved away pregnant. That hurt because now it was physically impossible.

Daddy never held momma's hand

When dad got back he never talked to mom.  It was like they were strangers who shared a kid.

Momma found everything hard to handle

Mom would scream at him for anything cause she was always drunk. She would yell at me for everything. If I folded a shirt wrong or she had a crease on her dress she would break down crying.

Daddy never stood up like a man

Dad was enlisted in ww2. He didn't want to but had no choice. When he left he didn't even say goodbye. My mom had to work in the factories and I was alone all day in the house and had to go out to feed at night.  My father tried to desert the army and was killed. When my mom got the letter she was happy to be free of him and moved. She left me behind though.

I've walked alone, broken I didn't know what to do. It was getting harder for me to hide the fact that I was feeding of villagers. I found another vampire named Camille in the 1950s and she offered me passage to her clan in new york. Emotionally frozen I went with her and didn't talk to any of the other vampires. One night in the 60s a fledgling I had barely spoken to invited me out to the pandemonium. Getting it on I decided to go to try find some form of love or even just friendship. I went every night with these fledglings and later on with other vamps. Every night I would hook up with someone new. I just wanted to feel loved or wanted. Getting it wrong It didn't work. If anything it made me lonelier. Even though I would ‘talk’ to people of every gender and species (apart from werewolves) but I was to scared to get close to them.

How do you love someone Without getting hurt I didn't have any close friends because every other friendship had went badly. How do you love someone Without crawling in the dirt My first and only (boy/girl)friend had cheated on me and had left me in the middle of nowhere 10 minutes before the sun was to rise. So far in my life Clouds have blocked the sun How do you love, how do you love someone How do you love, how do you love someone

I was always the chosen child The biggest scandal I became I was kind of notorise in New York and Brooklyn clubs because of how often I was there. I was invited to one of Magnus Bane’s parties and thought I might as well go. They told me I'd never survive But survival's my middle name “Oh (y/n) is that you?” I turned around to see the fae that had cheated on me and to fry. “Oh hey, (Lillian/Lawrence)(fem/male)” I grimaced walking away. “I assumed you were dead” they shouted over the crowd gathering attention. I turned around and glared at them walking back, mad. “Wouldn't blame you. I mean you did leave me in the middle of a fucking field 10 minutes before the sun rose. Im bloody lucky I didn't fry!” They laughed looking down then they looked at me dead in the eyes “You didn't die then but anyone who has met you thinks that you wont survival much longer. Your not capable enough.” “Fuck you” “Don’t forget I cant lie” they smirked. By this point we had gathered a small crowd. The fae and werewolves were all behind him backing him up and anyone else was just watching. “Maybe not but your manipulating bitch.” I spat at them. My whole body felt hot even though it was impossible and I was clenching my jaw and fists. “You act tough but I doubt that you've ever been in a fight” he walked closer and his entourage was egging him on. I walked in closer as well, only about a feet apart. We now had the attention of most of the party and Magnus was just starting to notice. “Want to try huh” I shoved him and people behind him moved back “Fucking try it. Im done with your shit so either hit me or a drain you dry” I yelled the first part but the last threat came out as a deadly whisper. He just smirked looked past my shoulder and said barely audible “Try it” As I bared my fangs about to lunge at him a wave of magic flew me to the side and bellowed “ENOUGH”. I was lying against the wall and quickly sat up. “What is going on here?” the glittery man demanded “Well?” “The vamp threatened me and went to attack me”  (Lillian/Lawrence)(fem/male) Spoke calmly. Magnus looked at me then at them when he added “I cant lie” The warlock looked at me “Out. Oh and next time don't drink as much”

I've walked alone, hoping Just barely coping Getting it on Getting it wrong I looked at him in slight confusion, I hadn't drunk anything since my mothers abuse. Not a drop. “You heard me, out and sober up before you think of coming to another one of my parties.” I just looked down in disbelief and lightly laughed. I got up and started walking to the door, the fae and werewolves looked at me in disgust. Other vamps in shame and warlocks in sheer unamusement. They thought it was me. Right as I grabbed the door handle to open the door I turned round and looked at the man and said “Its a good thing you cant have kids.” How could someone be a father without listening to both sides of a story? I slammed the door and left.

How do you love someone Without getting hurt How do you love someone Without crawling in the dirt So far in my life Clouds have blocked the sun How do you love, how do you love someone How do you love, how do you love someone I got back to the hotel dummort went to my room. Later on after the sun had risen and vamps were trapped inside Raphael burst into my room. He was the only person I had considered a friend in the last 50 years and what he said broke me. “you need to leave” I looked up at him from were I lay reading on my bed and said “what? Why?” Quietly laughing thinking it was a joke. “You cant stay here after what you did at Magnus’s” “That fae started it!” I stood up defensisvley. No one would even ask what I had to say about it. “Its what you said that's the issue,” I looked down remembering what I had said “after the sun sets you have to leave.” I packed up as much as I could into a backpack. I had nowhere to go and a crushing time limit. When night fell I walked to the exit to see Raphael standing there with his arms crossed. Other vampires were there, some out of anger because of way I did/say and some just to watch as I was tossed out. I just looked at him and silently nodded walking out. Why would I even try to stay if he hated me? For the next few nights I slept around just so I would have somewhere to stay when the sun was out. I went to the pandemonium 1 week after being evicted from the hotel. I had my backpack on and was walking around trying to find someone horny enough to let me stay over when I saw Magnus sitting on a couch with 5 empty cocktail glasses. I froze when I saw him. I knew if I wanted to be able to move on id have to talk to him. As if sensing someone was watching him he looked at me and stood up, walking over. “You” he said as if I had just murdered his whole family. “You” I responded with an icy glare. He grabbed my arm and dragged me to a room in the back. “What type of stunt was that back at my party?” he asked “what did you mean its good I cant have children?” “I mean you have to listen to both sides with kids,” I responded looking awing from him “its the same with adults. You need both sides of the story.” “You started the fight why would I need to ask you what happened?” “Because he egged me on,” I snapped, voice raised. He flinched a little. “He left me to die and was tormenting me. Then you had the audacity to say that I was drunk. I haven't drunk in 80 damn years. Not after what it did to my family” I yelled. My chest was heavy and then my eyes widened.

It's hard to talk “What did it do to your family?” he asked softly but still in his normal volume. To see what's deep inside My eyes started watering as I remembered what it did to my mom. It's hard to tell the truth “Nothing” I whispered When you've always lied “it dosnt seem like nothing” I burst out crying at they words. I leaned against the wall and slid down it. After about 5 minutes he spoke “You should probably go. The sun will be up soon so I'll make you a portal.” “I have nowhere to go.” “You can stay with me” he softly said down to me slightly smiling. How do you love someone Without getting hurt How do you love someone Without crawling in the dirt So far in my life Clouds have blocked the sun How do you love, how do you love someone I stayed at his that day and just lay there doing nothing. As soon as the sun left I went to walk out. “Where are you going?” he asked. I just looked down. “alright” he huffed slightly “but come back before the suns out” I left in silence. I couldn't stay, I didn't know what he was planing but I didn't trust it. No one was just nice to me.

How do you love someone And make it last How do you love someone (love someone) I did the same the I had always done and crashed at a ransoms house. I was all alone in the house when a portal appeared and Magnus came through, “Where the hell have you been? I thought you whether coming back.” “There was no point, you didn't want me there” I lied “How could you know that? I was just trying to be nice to you. Maybe even become friends.” he asked angrily. Without tripping on the past So far in my life “We cant be friends.” More lies, truth is I didn't know how to love or be friends with some one. I was too scared to try. “Why not?” Clouds have blocked the sun How do you love, how do you love someone How do you love, how do you love someone, someone

“I don't know how to alright,” silent tears came out as I yelled. He looked at me in shock “I don't know how to be friends with some one. Im always scared their going to die or leave or hurt me like (Lillian/Lawrence)(fem/male). My mom was a drunk and my dad hated me. I don't know how to love some one and I cant feel a damn thing! Why do you think I sleep with so many strangers? Its the only love I know.” I yelled with all my pent up aggression. “Let me teach you,” he whispered, grabbing my hands “Let me show you how to feel again.”

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