#oh baby baby how was I supposed to know??

[norrisainz33]

baby blue || cs55

☆ summary: carlos sainz is married to famous pop star y/n who has been connected to the f1 world for years having been a mercedes ambassador and good friends with lewis hamilton. after a video of y/n and lewis surfaces, y/n shares some big news with the spanish driver.

☆ pairing: carlos sainz x famous!wife!reader x lewis hamilton

☆ fc & warnings: rihanna! a little angsty, mentions of pregnancy, translated spanish

☆ requested: yes! thanks for this idea and for your patience. had to add in some written parts to this to tell the story! hope you enjoy xxoo

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user1: pink is your color

dualipa: real! miss u my sweet gorgeous girl

user33: you just gonna post like we didnt see the video from the paddock

user18: no for realllll like girl be soooo for real

user1: nah nah nah you guys need to but out you know nothing!! they're just friends. we dont need to scrutinize everything they do

tatemcrae: my icon fr

user2: ynlewis supremacy

user8: seems like shes a ynlewis truther herself bsed on that video

user3: lewishamilton come get your girl

user4: more like carlossainz55 come get your girl yikes

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staring down at your phone you watched as the video played over and over each replay making your stomach twist a little more. you cursed yourself for not remembering where you were before having your very public breakdown in front of lewis at ferrari hospitality. what was supposed to be a quick visit to tell lewis (one of your closest friends) that red suited him and say a quick hello to alexandra had spiraled into something entirely different. one moment you were complimenting him and the next you were sobbing in his arms. of course, the media caught every second of it and in true fashion they plastered the video everywhere. the rumors started flying almost immediately with the world convinced you and lewis were more than just friends as they have been for years.

but here's how the conversation really went:

"hi lewis!! god that red is doing wonders for you right now," you smiled as you took in the sight of your best friend decked out in ferrari gear.

"thanks, y/n/n. i think so too," he grinned - his confidence and happiness clear.

"you ready to hop in that car and show everyone you’ve still got it grandpa?"

"absolutely. you know better than anyone how much i want to make this work." his voice was full of sincerity and something about the way he said it made your chest tighten and tears started welling up in your eyes.

"oh no, don't cry on me now…" he said his hand gently brushing at your cheek.

you laughed but it was shaky as the tears fully spilled down your face. "sorry, sorry… i just - i'm so excited for you, and i miss danny and checo," you rambled suddenly feeling overwhelmed. he gave you a confused look not exactly sure where all of this was coming form.

"something tells me there's more to this, y/n/n," he said his tone shifting as he took a step closer.

without thinking, you blurted it out. "i’m pregnant."

lewis froze for a split second before pulling you into a tight hug, letting you cry into his shoulder. the kind of cry that left you feeling both raw and relieved at the same time.

"hey, hey— the cameras are loving this," alexandra’s voice suddenly broke through and she frantically pushed both of you toward the ferrari hospitality area her tone full of urgency.

as she led the way you couldn’t help but feel the weight of everything.... the unexpected turn your life had taken and the way the world was watching every moment unfold and it was too late to take it all back now.

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user1: wow a rare carlos sighting on a story.. awk timing after that vid....

carlossainz55: wow posting me? surprised its not lewis.

ynuser: carlos don't start please. you know its not like that

carlossainz55: then why was it lewis holding you while you were crying and not me? and why won’t you even tell me what happened?

ynuser: i did tell you. it’s just been so overwhelming lately especially with the pressure from my label to release new music. on top of that i haven’t been feeling great which makes everything harder. you literally held my hair while i threw up all night. come on carlos please.

carlossainz55: mi amor you know I’ve had a hard time with your relationship with lewis. and now that he’s taken my seat… it just gets harder to see him in ferrari red while comforting my wife. it’s hard not to feel jealous!

ynuser: i’m really sorry carlos. i can’t even imagine how that feels. focus on your last practice session and get the data you need. we can talk properly when you’re back at the hotel ok?

carlossainz55: fine but you’ll explain everything word for word right?

ynuser: of course. now go -- i see on tv that the power’s back on

carlossainz55: yeah yeah ill go. i love you -- even when im upset

ynuser: i love you too. always

user33: damage control?

alexandrasaintmleux: love you pretty girl. please let me know if you need anything both charlie and i are here for you too

ynuser: i love you more alex 🤍 thank you for always supporting me. oh and for noticing the cameras before they got too much

alexandrasaintmleux: thats what friends are for. please please please keep me updated

user10: i just know everyone's tearing u up in these replies so im here to say i love and support you bb

lewishamilton: did you tell him yet?

ynuser: considering you’re both at the same testing... no I haven’t

lewishamilton: oh don't give me that. you could have told him last night!!

ynuser: yeah well i was scared!!

lewishamilton: sweetheart, the faster you rip off the bandaid the faster he (and everyone else) stops getting the complete wrong idea

ynuser: i know i know i know!!!!!! easier said than done here lewis.

lewishamilton: he tried to approach me this morning and i was able to avoid it but if he comes to me and starts asking what is up... i'm not going to lie

ynuser: alright message received. him and i agreed to talk everything out tonight.

lewishamilton: good.

user11: idc abt this man release new music pls im begging its been ages

schecoperez: mi amiga what in the world is going on?

ynuser: too much honestly... i'll call you bc BOY do i have a lot to share and ALSO i miss you SO MUCH

schecoperez: will be impatiently waiting :)

user44: tbh idc abt f1.. id rather see pics of u. free my queen from this nonsense sport!!!!

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you flopped back onto the giant hotel bed letting out a big sigh. alex and lily had just left after giving you the pep talk of a lifetime and dropping off the cake. if it wasn't for them and all the effort they’d put into running around bahrain to find someone who could make you this cake, you probably would’ve chickened out of telling carlos altogether. it wasn’t something either of you had planned for yet. you’d only gotten married a few months ago and between carlos switching to a new team and the insane pressure your label had been piling on you, it felt like the wrong time to be having a baby. hence, your breakdown in the paddock with lewis. but like alex and lily said everything happens for a reason and maybe this was just the moment it was meant to happen, no matter how daunting it all felt.

you quickly sat up when you heard carlos fumbling with the door to the hotel room and immediately, tears started to well up. you tried to hold them back but they came rushing down as soon as carlos stepped through the door. his brow furrowed when he saw you crying on the bed.

"mi amor..." he sighed setting his things down on the couch and shrugging off his williams jacket. "what’s going on with you?" he asked gently kneeling in front of you and placing his hands on your bare knees.

you were fully sobbing now desperately wiping away the tears as he watched you in silence. "i just... i..." you tried to speak but the words got tangled up in your sobs making it harder to get them out.

"cariño take a deep breath," he said softly taking your hand in his and giving it a firm squeeze. you obeyed and took slow, deep breaths, trying to calm yourself down. which wasn’t easy these days with all the changes your body was going through. eventually you shook your head not being able to calm yourself enough and pointed toward the box on the table hoping he would understand. carlos’ eyes followed your finger and he stood up walking over to the table. "y/n, what is...?" he stopped mid-sentence struck silent as he stared down at the contents of the box—a small cake with 'we’re having a baby' written on it and a pregnancy test sitting next to it.

you kept focusing on your breathing summoning the courage to look at your husband who stood completely still. in the endless seconds it took for him to react - guilt, panic, and despair began to settle in. "i’m sorry, carlos, i know this is a horrible time. i should’ve told you earlier, we should’ve talked about this first, and i just—i’m sorry this—"

"stop, y/n," he interrupted, his voice thick with emotion. you couldn’t tell if the tears in his eyes were good or bad. but then in the blink of an eye, his face softened and his expression lightened up. "don’t apologize for this, my love." he picked up the test and glanced back at you. "this is real?"

"yes," you whispered.

he dropped the test moving swiftly toward you and pulling you into a tight embrace. "we’re going to have a baby chili," he mumbled into your neck holding you like he never wanted to let go. and with that all of your worries melted away.

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lando: what u posting close ups of food for

ynuser: you’ll find out when you’re older

lando: tf that supposed to mean

ynuser: means you can’t keep a secret to save your life

lando: a man accidentally includes a photo from a wedding in 1!!!! photo dump and he can’t ever come back from it

ynuser: exactly

lando: 🤨

lilymhe: THE CAKE HAS BEEN EATEN???

ynuser: it has!!!!!! and everything is ok

lilymhe: i’m so relieved

carlossainz55: the best cake i’ve ever had 🤍

ynuser: i'm really quite glad you think so

carlossainz55: of course gorgeous. i am so excited that we get to be parents

ynuser: i'm so happy that you're happy

carlossainz55: over the moon actually. i already called the florist and local bakery near casa de mi familia to get everything sorted for when we tell them in a couple weeks. i also sent you room service and some special deliveries so if you hear a loud knock on the door this morning, just know its from me

ynuser: carlos 😭😭😭😭

carlossainz55: i also may or may not have already slipped and told teto..........

ynuser: I THOUGHT WE WERE TELLING HIM AND GIGI AT DINNER ONCE YOU OFFICIALLY FINISHED TESTNG

carlosainz55: ....... i mean that was the plan originally but we were cycling this morning and he could tell something was up and well i couldnt lie!! i swore him to secrecy it is ok

ynuser: i'm making my lawyers send him an nda

carlossainz55: LOL

ynuser: i'm serious

carlossainz55: oh... well in that case… whatever makes you feel best my love!!!

alexandrasaintmleux: details mon ange

ynuser: he finally got back after testing and i completely broke down into tears bc of course i did—im a mess with these hormones. he immediately was worried ofc and was like “mi amor, what’s wrong?” but I couldn’t even stop crying long enough to explain. so i just pointed at the cake box instead and then be opened it, stared at it for what felt like an eternity… honestly, it was probably 8 million years and then HE started crying. which just made me cry even more. but honestly after we got everything out it felt like really good. he was beyond excited like already talking about the little one and brainstorming names and looking up where to buy baby clothes in spain and already planning how to tell his family and mine

alexandrasaintmleux: 🥹😭 see!! it was all ok!!! i’m so so so glad he was excited. i knew he would be!! he wanted so badly to be dad

lewishamilton: so?

ynuser: i told him

lewishamilton: thank god!! now i can assume uncle duties without getting my face bashed in

ynuser: you’re so dramatic

yourbff: i’m so happy for you guys 😭

ynuser: thank you sweetheart 😘

dualipa: assuming i’m missing context here

ynuser: i’ll face time you baby girl

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anasainzvdec: mi hermano i am so excited for you. i can't wait to be an auntie 🤍

carlossainz55: i love you ana! you will be the world's best aunt

user2: PINON!!!!!!

carlossainzoficial: ¡tal vez la mayor alegría que hayas podido compartir con nosotros! [perhaps the greatest joy you could have shared with us!]

carlossainz55: me alegro. no puedo esperar a que seas abuelo, papá. [i am glad. i can't wait for you to be a grandfather, dad]

carlossainzoficial: estoy muy orgulloso del hombre en el que te has convertido y de la vida que has construido con y/n. [i'm so proud of the man you have become and the life you have built with y/n]

carlossainz55: ¡no me hagas llorar papá! [don't make me cry dad]

user4: sharing joy??? with your family..... what does this mean?

lando: google translating this as we speak

lando: and what joy are you sharing and why are you not also sharing it with me?

carlossainz55: i will be on sunday muppet. you are coming to dinner at my house no?

lando: oh heck yeah ill be there

user18: what an interesting wording you have here mr.sainz - what are you talking about?

ynuser: petition to bring pinon with us everywhere

carlossainz55: jajaaj i don't know that she would like that

ynuser: 😭😭😭😭😭 fair ig. tho i think a baby and a puppy would be a perfect pair......

user55: the world is healing youre back with pinon

alexandrasaintmleux: EEEEEEK!!!!!! y/n filled me in on how it went. truly so excited for you. i can't wait for the big dinner party where you're telling all of us 🤍

carlossainz55: i am very much looking forward to this weekend. we'll see you soon mi amiga

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carlossainz55: spent the weekend celebrating the news with some of my favorite people. you are so loved already baby chili. you're mommy, daddy and loads of aunties and uncles can't wait to meet you so very soon 💙🌶️

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user55: crying my eyes out rn you have no idea

ynuser: thankful for you, our baby boy, and the amazing people we have supporting us 🤍

carlossainz55: even more thankful for you for giving me the greatest gift i could have ever asked for my beautiful wife

user85: may a love like this find me expeditiously

user1: well…. a baby wasn’t on my bingo card

lando: dibs on teaching baby chili how to drive

charlesleclerc: i already called dibs

georgerussell63: no i believe i did

carlossainz55: frankly, i dont trust any of you to teach him

charlesleclerc: WOW

user4: congratulations 😭 i'm seething with jealousy 😭

alex_albon: can't wait to be the favorite uncle

lilymhe: with me as the favorite aunt

alexandrasaintmleux: um hello? i'm going to be the favorite aunt

lando: FALSE I AM THE FAVORITE AUNT

ynuser: guys please lets not fight

user23: carlando having their own pic at the end is sending me. classic carlando behavior

user13: man this vroom vroom got my girl and now they’re having a baby? smh

lewishamilton: congratulations you two! overjoyed to see two of my favorite people becoming parents ❤️

carlossainz55: thank you 💙

user88: tea

user56: so many of the drivers being at their baby shower has me in genuine shambles im not ok this grid baby is going to be so loved

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Girl Errands

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Synopsis: You try to distract your husband from the multiple bags piled up in the back of your car, which was the result of you running "errands"

Pairing: Husband!Joe Burrow x Wife!Reader

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Glancing down at your dashboard in your car, you saw that it was now around two in the afternoon and figured that Joe would probably be making his way home soon.

So, that left you with one task.

Beat him home so that he doesn't see the multiple bags that are a result of you telling him that you were going to run “errands”. 

You in fact did not run one errand according to Joe if you were to ask him since they consisted of Target, TJ Maxx, Starbucks, JoAnn Fabrics for more things to crochet, and last but certainly not least browsing the Savage Fenty website for new lingerie which you knew would end up getting torn and would make Joe buy you more. 

As you pulled out of the Target parking lot, you were met with a stop sign before turning on the main street and coming to a red stop light. You just so happened to glance to your right to see no one other than your husband drumming his fingers on the steering wheel and waiting for the light to change.

“Shit!” You muttered as you glanced behind you to look at the multiple bags in the backseat.

When you turned back around, Joe just so happened to catch your eye and you smirked before you gestured for him to roll down his window.

You might as well distract him.

“Hey handsome! You got a girl? I'm trying to go on a date with you tonight.” You said as you winked at him while he couldn't help but to laugh at your horrible attempt at a pick up line.

“I have a wife actually and I highly doubt she would like that very much.” 

“Well, I won't tell if you won't.”

“I'm trying to save us both from ending up being six feet under. She's short, but don't let that fool you.” He replied as you turned up your nose and glared at him.

“I'm sure I can take it. So what do you say?”

Before Joe could respond, he glanced in the backseat of your car and made a face before turning his attention back towards you.

“Uh oh.” You said quietly before you heard your husband's voice.

“Baby! What do you have in the backseat!?”

“Nothing! Bye!” You told him as the light turned green and you pulled off without another word.

But your luck ran out when you were once again caught at a stop light literally less than a mile from your house right next to Joe as he gestured for you to roll your window down and you shook your head no.

So as soon as you told him no, your ringtone for him started blasting throughout the car and you hesitantly hit accept.

“Princess….”

“Oh thank goodness. There's this weird dude who keeps following me in his car and pulling up next to me every time I'm at a stop light.”

“I am not doing this with you today. I refuse.” Joe said as he pinched the bridge of his nose.

“Refuse what, babe?”

“Don't act dumb. Now what is in the backseat?”

“Stuff.”

“What kind of stuff?”

“For me to know and for you not to find out because I was supposed to beat you home and hide everything.” You honestly told him.

“Hmm, and how's that working out for you?”

“It'll be fine once I get home before you do.” You replied as you hit the gas once more and sped away from him.

“I am literally right behind you and you better slow down before you get a ticket.”

“I'm pretty and I'll be let off with a warning. Works every time.”

“Why do you love to stress me out on a daily basis?”

“You're the one who asked me to marry you so you did this to yourself.” You replied as you pulled into the garage with Joe right behind you.

Joe got out of his Porsche before coming over to the driver's side door of your car and opening it, seeing you smiling at him, but he did not look amused.

“Hi baby!” You greeted him as you wrapped your arms around his neck and your legs wrapped around his waist.

Placing a kiss on his lips, he didn’t return it which made you frown. 

“Give me a kiss and fix your face.”

Joe rolled his eyes before kissing you and continued to make a face at you as he pulled away.

“Is this supposed to be serving as a distraction?”

“A little bit, but I can take my clothes off if it isn't working. Now how about that date you promised me?”

“I never even gave you an answer.”

“You're undressing me with your eyes so that's a good enough answer which obviously translates to yes.”

“We can go on a date... right after you show me what's in the backseat.”

“No.”

“Fine. I'll just get my hair cut and run errands in my gray sweatpants.” Joe told you as your eyes then went wide.

“I… Just get the bags please and I'll tell you.”

“That’s exactly what I thought.”

[sainamoonshine]

That is my exact experience with sports.

In high school I used my dad’s old badminton racket. When the strings broke he would replace them with fishing string. Until my gym teacher noticed and basically begged me to buy a new one, even got me a deal at the local sports equipment store. (My parents felt shame that their stinginess had been noticed, that is the only reason they agreed to buy the new racket.)

It turned out that modern rackets are WAY lighter now and also badminton racket strings make the bird BOUNCE, and those two things were so strange and surprising that all my meager skills in the sport evaporated because I just wasn’t USED to that. But on the other hand new skills were MUCH easier to pick up afterwards.

Same with skating. My mother believed that paying 1 Canadian Dollar to get skates sharpened was a waste of money. I was also using her old skates from when she was a teen until a couple years ago. When I finally brought them to be sharpened, the guy at the shop DID NOT BELIEVE that I could actually skate on them. Flat out refused to believe it. Because it turns out skate blades are supposed to be curved on the bottom. I never knew that because mine had always been flat. (Until that moment I had also not understood how you could acquire a cut from skate blades lmao). Anyway after he sharpened them I fell flat on my ass every time I tried to skate that winter because OH MY FUCKING GOD are these things slippery. For fifteen years I knew how to skate but it required will, it did not just HAPPEN the moment your skates touch the ice what the actual fuck. Anyway I bought new skates now and I suck at skating because I have to relearn it from the ground up.

Walking shoes. Did you guys know that there exists shoes with curved bottom? Rocking sole shoes they are called. Oh baby when you have those on your feet it’s so EASY to walk. The shoes WANT to walk and they’ll leave with or without you. Also you can purchase a thing called an arch support sole which you can put IN your shoes and your back and knees magically stop hurting all the time.

Also modern snow shoes are long and thin, and when you are three feet tall they aren’t half your height in width and they don’t require you to hobble awkwardly with your feet so far apart it looks like you’re riding and invisible horse. Walking with snow shoes adapted to one’s height can in fact be easy and perhaps even quite pleasant. You can even go faster than a snail’s pace with them!!!

All this to say: I often wonder if I would have learned to enjoy sports if I had learned ANY sport with decent equipment. Because it is INSANE how much of a difference it fucking makes.

My roommate thought she hated cooking and then she moved in with me and started using knives that were actually sharp and realized cooking is fun. Sometimes I wonder how many other situations are like this. It's not you, or your skills. It's just the lack of correct tools. Everyone knows you need a knife in the kitchen but no one mentions a sharpening stone.

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𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗂𝖽𝖽𝗅𝖾; 𝗍𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗒𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗎𝗇𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗈𝗅𝗏𝖾𝖽 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾, 𝖻𝖺𝖻𝗒

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“you keep backing away.”

a string of curses loops in your head at the observation — most of which are directed at your own self. you’re more than well aware of the fact that there’s no one to blame but you for ending up in this situation.

yang jungwon’s gaze is steadily locked onto yours. you hate the effect that the simple action has on you.

it’s quite literally the bare minimum but it has you barely even being able to bring yourself to meet his eyes, your body curling into itself like you could actually disappear under the weight of his attention.

he’s right, of course. you only realize it after he actually puts it into words, but you’ve managed to back yourself up against the wall completely.

it’s not as if you’re scared, obviously, but something about this — about him — is overwhelming in a way you aren’t prepared for.

(also, the way your heart is racing at the proximity is decidedly not helping.)

“and you won’t even look at me.” his words are as straight to the point as always. your boyfriend’s never been one to beat around the bush, after all. 

you scramble to think of excuses. the absolute least you can do is attempt to defend yourself, “it’s not like that–...” but you trail off, not really knowing where and how to start explaining.

“then what is it like?,” he tilts his head slightly, expression unreadable, “i don’t want to force you into doing something you don’t want, baby – you know that, right? but you have to talk to me. i need to know what’s going on with you.”

what’s going on with you? oh, not much. you’re just in the middle of a mild (read : full blown) crisis.

you can understand where jungwon's coming from.

one can only avoid so many of their boyfriend’s attempts to kiss them before said boyfriend starts getting suspicious. 

it’s not like you don’t want him to kiss you.

you do. you really, really do.

based on the scenarios you’re constantly plagued with, of him teasing kisses along your jaw, your neck, the corner of your mouth; the trail finally ending with your lips on his…, that’s clearly not the issue.

you blink, shaking your head to bring your focus back to the present only to find that jungwon is somehow even closer now. his arm is braced against the wall beside your head now, his eyes still resolutely fixed on you.

…

the thing is … you’re scared. 

scared you’ll be awkward. scared you won’t be good at it, not good enough. scared it won’t be the way you imagine, that it’d be messy, clumsy, disappointing.

and really, you know it’s stupid.

first kisses aren’t supposed to be perfect anyways, are they? there’s bound to be some … complications.

“it’s more than fine if you want to take things slow.” he’s always been rather perceptive, hasn't he? “we don’t have to do anything if you aren’t-”

but before he can finish, before the subtle worry in his voice can settle—

you kiss him.

… there are no fireworks. no birds singing, no spontaneous confetti.

and yes, it’s a little rushed, a little shaky. 

but it’s real. 

his breath stutters for only a second before he recovers, hands finding your waist, pulling you closer. the warmth of his lips is soft against yours, sending a wave through your system.

and — oh.

maybe you had nothing to be worried about, after all.

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Bestie hehe whose pullout game is worst and whose is best out of the characters Evan plays???

𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑬𝑽𝑨𝑵𝑺 — 𝑷𝑼𝑳𝑳-𝑶𝑼𝑻 𝑮𝑨𝑴𝑬

ft. tate langdon ‧ kit walker ‧ kyle spencer ‧ jimmy darling ‧ james patrick march ‧ kai anderson ‧ peter maximoff ‧ colin zabel — nsfw ; MDNI 18+

a/n: hey bestie i love your mind

⟢ 𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐃𝐎𝐍. (3/10)

his intentions are good. his execution? terrible. pull-out game is WEAK purely due to incompetence.

“fuck—wait, wait, oh shit, i was supposed to—”

feels guilty as hell afterward. “you don’t think i did it on purpose, right? you believe me, don’t you?”

⟢ 𝐊𝐈𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐊𝐄𝐑. (2/10)

kit TRIES to be responsible. really, he does. but he’s also a man who fucks deep and loves even deeper.

a very passionate lover and in the heat of the moment, he forgets everything else.

honestly, he doesn’t even try that hard.

if you reminded him, he’d listen. but if you didn’t? yeah, he’s finishing inside.

if you got pregnant, he’d step up immediately. his pullout game is terrible but he’s a great dad.

⟢ pre death .ᐟ 𝐊𝐘𝐋𝐄 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐑. (10/10)

doesn’t take risks; he’s got a good head on his shoulders.

his timing and self control are actually great. the pull-out game is strong with this one.

even before he met you, kyle doesn’t sleep around like most of his frat brothers, even though he totally could.

⟢ 𝐉𝐈𝐌𝐌𝐘 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆. (6/10)

jimmy knows he can’t afford to be reckless. he’s working in a freak show—not exactly the best place to raise a kid.

he also worries about passing on his ectrodactyly. even though you tell him constantly that it doesn’t matter.

most of the time, he cums on your tits or ass.

but when he’s drunk, he’s super impulsive, emotional. all self control flies out the window.

if you got knocked up, he’d have a mini breakdown and go on a two day bender but would also step up.

he will also propose immediately (after he gets his shit together)

⟢ 𝐉𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒 𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐊 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐇. (10/10)

he is nothing if not disciplined.

if james ever decided to give you an heir, that decision was made long before the act.

lowkey has reservations because of bartholomew.

⟢ cult leader .ᐟ 𝐊𝐀𝐈 𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍. (0/10)

kai never pulls out. he never intended to in the first place.

at first, he’ll act like it was an accident—just for plausible deniability. he’ll moan about how tight you are, how good you feel, and then when it happens:

“fuck—couldn’t help it. you feel too good, baby.” he’s fake guilty, kissing your shoulder, murmuring “next time i’ll pull out, promise.”

next time never came. (but he did. inside you) at some point, he just stopped pretending.

“this is how it’s supposed to be. why would i waste it anywhere but inside you?”

if you tell him you’re not ready for kids, he’ll say “women are biologically wired to want children. you’re just brainwashed by feminism.” (i hate this guy)

0/10 cos he’s actively TRYING to fail.

if you got pregnant? he’d be ecstatic.

⟢ 𝐏𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐌𝐀𝐗𝐈𝐌𝐎𝐅𝐅. (5/10)

thinks he has great control, but he really, really doesn’t.

he’ll pull out last second. but he cuts it close EVERY. SINGLE. TIME.

sometimes he miscalculates timing.

“uh. okay, okay—don’t freak out, but I MAY have just—wait, are you on the pill?”

⟢ 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐈𝐍 𝐙𝐀𝐁𝐄𝐋. (9/10)

very responsible. colin respects boundaries and never pressures you into risky sex. always wears condoms unless you explicitly ask not to.

“you sure? ‘cause, uh, i got condoms—like, a lot. not a weird amount, just… y’know, normal.”

lowkey wants to have kids with you… but suppresses the “selfish” fantasy.

his one weakness? when he’s tipsy.

the one time you were both drunk, making out on the couch, which led to hot and sloppy sex. you felt so good and he was so lost in it, and then—

“oh, shit.”

immediate panic. full-body guilt. buys you plan b, also flowers and coffee because he feels guilty.

overall he’s very reliable, just that one slip-up.

[theartofsimpatry]

Yandere Thragg Headcanons!! 🔞

I wrote this without reading the comics so if this is OOC for Thragg… oh well ｡ﾟ(ﾟ´ω`ﾟ)ﾟ｡

-You probably got his attention by either 1. Being extremely strong or 2. Being extremely fertile. Im going with option 1!

-Your strength intrigued him, he knew if you two fucked, you’d give him strong children, maybe even stronger than a pure-bred Viltrumite.

-You decided to not make the Viltrumite empire your enemy and you couldn’t help but find Thragg attractive~

-He was a lil surprised (and turned on) by how willing you were to be his breeding mate.

-You’re taken to Thraxa after he took it over and are introduced to all of his other breeding mates…

-The Thraxan doctors have your ovaries under a microscope 24/7 due to Thragg’s thirst to have you impregnated.

-Turns out you’re not as compatible with Viltrumite DNA as Thraxans are, so you convince him that he needs to put all of his DNA and time into you. As your potential offspring would be much stronger and live longer than the Thraxan-Viltrumite halfbreeds he’s been making.

-Next thing you know, you’re the only female he sleeps with now. It will take many many many times to get you pregnant after all.

-His libido is out of this world, he’s ready to go 25/8 and he would be going all day every day if it wasn’t your own tiredness.

-Originally he found this annoying, how you’d stop the fucking, have one of the servants bring food and drinks then would sleep for hours instead of being his impregnable fleshlight.

-He’d learn to wait for you to wake up, he’d lay in bed next to you watching you sleep and grew… to like it….

-He began seeing your needs as important too, not just his and the empire’s.

-He gets frustrated with himself when he realizes he’s beginning to feel the same “weakness” and affinity for the “lower lives of the universe” that his underlings had.

-He WANTS to kill you, to destroy this weakness, he needs to be strong for the empire… you’re supposed to only be his breeding mate after all.

-While he’s thinking about killing you, you’re almost killed by another alien and he finds myself protecting you. No one else is allowed to kill you, only he is! (He’s not gonna do it)

-He finds himself staring at you after you two fucked, you’re sleeping peacefully and he raises a hand to try to quickly kill you. You roll over, feeling his arm missing from your grasp and cuddle into his chest… he can’t do it, he lowers his arm and wraps it around you.

-When you do finally get pregnant, his protection and yandere-ness gets stronger.

-You won’t be able to leave the palace without him by your side, servants are with you 24/7 for whatever you may need.

-You guide his head to your baby bump and with his sonic hearing, he can hear the baby move and kick around inside of you.

-Yeah… he loves you…. He even loves that lil baby in you despite never meeting them.

-he hates how stupid and uncontrollable he feels when he realizes he truly loves you.

-His thoughts are consumed by you and your child now

-Even the empire now comes second to you ❤️

[kpop---scenarios]

Girls Night

Pairing: Lee Know x Reader

Summary: You're supposed to go out for a girls' night tonight, but Minho has other plans.

Warning: Unprotected sex, minor fingering, creampie etc. [18+ ONLY. MDNI]

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A/N: I'm feeling rusty, don't come for me if it's awful lol

You couldn't wait to go out tonight. Earlier in the day you had gone shopping, getting yourself a little black dress, something that every girl should have. The way it fit you and made you look, made your own head spin. You looked in your mirror, running your hands over your curves in the dress and how it just flattered the fuck out of you. Your makeup was done, hair was done, heels on and you were ready to party with your friends, while your boyfriend did his own thing with his friends.

You were doing some last minute preparations, when you heard a rapid knocking at your door. You assumed it was your friend Lisa here to pick you up, but when you opened up your door, you were pleasantly surprised to see your boyfriend standing in front of you, eyeing you the fuck up.

“Minho?” You laugh. “What are you doing here?” You ask.

“I think the better question is, where are you going?” He asks, unable to take his eyes off your body.

“Girls night.” You grin.

“Mhm, baby.” He whispers, wrapping his arm around your waist. “I don't know about that.”

“You don't like the dress?” You ask.

“No, I love the dress. I love you in the dress. And I love to think about all the jealous motherfuckers who can't have you, seeing you in the dress.” He mumbles, pulling you away from the door and further into the apartment.

“But?” You giggle, as he kisses up and down your neck.

“I think you're going to have to call your girls and tell them you aren't gonna make it tonight.” He whispers, licking up your neck, making your knees feel weak.

“Oh?” You gasp, exposing your neck more. “Should I?”

“Uh huh.” He groans. “You absolutely should.” He murmurs, placing kisses down your neck again, down to your chest before pulling away. He gives you a smirk as he grabs your dress, pulling with both hands, Effortlessly ripping your dress down the middle to your belly button. Your tits are exposed, and that's the first thing he goes for. Minho leans down, wrapping his lips around your nipple, gently sucking, making you throw your head back. “Oh fuck.” You moan, feeling your pussy throb.

Minho wastes no more time. He pulls away from you, swiftly turning you around, bending you over your kitchen table. He hikes up the bottom half of your already ruined dress, over your ass, groaning at the fact you had no panties on. He leans over you, grabbing a clump of hair to pull your head back to him. His lips brush up against your ear.

“What were you planning tonight, mhm?” He grunts, kicking your foot to spread your legs. He runs his fingers between your lips, grazing your clit ever so slightly before releasing you back onto the table. You can hear the jingle of his belt from behind you, the anticipation of waiting for him was killing you.

“Were you gonna be a little slut tonight?” Minho murmurs, pulling his cock from his pants.

You don't answer him, instead, wiggle your ass slightly, waiting for him to fuck you. Minho chuckles as he lands a hard slap onto your ass, making you yelp. He rubs it gently, then leaning forward, putting his hand in front of your face and sticking two fingers into your mouth. You suck on his fingers, swirling your tongue around them before he pulls them out, shoving them into your cunt.

“Fuck.” You hiss. He presses himself against you, letting you feel his cock against your ass. “Oh my god, please fuck me.” You beg.

Minho silently pulls his fingers from inside you, using your juices to wet his cock before he lines himself up with your entrance.

You and Minho had fucked multiple times, but you still never got used to the way he stretched out your cunt, or the way he made you feel so fucking full. He pushes his cock inside you, making you scream while gripping the edge of the table. Minho grabs your hips, holding tightly as he thrusts repeatedly into you, slowly increasing his speed. You reach between your legs, placing your fingers between your lips to touch your throbbing clit. Your body jerks in response, but Minho holds you steady as you whine beneath him.

“You feel so fucking good, baby.” Minho groans, throwing his head back while he rams himself into you.

“Please Minho… Faster.” you gasp. “Fuck me harder.” You pant. Minho slowly pulls out of you, before doing exactly as you asked, ramming his cock into you, harder and faster than before and with such a relentless force. Your face is pinned down to the table, tears forming in your eyes as they roll back. Your orgasm was so fucking close and building faster and faster.

“P-please.” You stutter, gasping as you feel your knees getting weaker, like they're going to give out on you.

“Please what, princess?” Minho groans. “You wanna cum baby?”

“Yes, fuck, yes.” You cry out, rubbing your clit faster.

“Then cum.” He grunts. “Cum on my fucking cock.”

Seconds later, your orgasm hits you like a tonne of bricks, radiating through your entire body as your knees finally give out on you, your body trying to fall to the ground but Minho doesn't let you. He digs his nails into your sides to hold you up, fucking you harder, chasing his own high.

“That's a good fucking slut.” He grunts, reaching around you, grabbing your throat, pulling you up against him. He squeezes your neck, breathing heavily into your ear with each thrust. You tighten your cunt around his cock, making him moan even louder.

“Shit, I'm gonna cum baby.” He groans, holding onto your throat even tighter. One last thrust, sends Minho over the edge, groaning loudly as he spills his load inside you, filling you up.

You and Minho breathe heavily as he pulls his cock from inside you, fixing himself up, before he helps you off the table. He scoops you up, taking you into the bedroom where he lays you down on the bed.

“You can still go out, baby.” He smiles.

You pout, crossing your arms, glaring at Minho.

“What?” He laughs. You look down at your dress, motioning to the giant tear in your new dress.

“I'll get you a new dress, I promise.” He laughs. “You have other dresses to wear.”

“Yeah, but I'd rather wear nothing and spend the night in bed with you.” You giggle, pulling him down on top of you.

“I guess I'd better call the boys and tell them I'm not fucking coming out tonight.”

“I guess you should.”

[authorscurse]

Tw: murder, blood, thoughts about getting in prison, yandere!Caleb, yandere!reader, disposing of bodies, police looking for a missing person, reader mentioned to be wearing a dress, reader thinks Caleb is going to break up with her, slight angst??.

You knew Caleb was possessive and jealous from the start. It wasn't something you just found out months into your relationship. No, you've known it even when you both were still friends. Your friends told you Caleb displayed an unhealthy obsession towards you. They told you about the way he'll glare and sometimes even get physical with others who he thought took interest in you.

"Break up with him that's so toxic"

"He's not good for you"

"Imagine what he would do to you! If he could get physical with others, what about with you?"

They told you to end things with him, that he's toxic. You would if you were them, but the thing is, you loved it. You loved the way he'll get so possessive and jealous because to you, it showed you that he is crazy for you and only you.

Or maybe because he's just like you.

You didn't know what got over you. It was as if your brain had turned itself off, and all you could remember was blood. The pristine white rug that you had beg Caleb to buy you has been stained with red crimson liquid.

You stared at the lifeless body of a woman that you had invited into your home for tea. Blood has stained your hands and the dress that Caleb gifted you just recently.

The air was suffocating you and your mind was racing. What do you do? How do you hide this from caleb? How do you dispose of a body without anyone knowing? Without the police knowing?

You're supposed to be at work right now yet you're here. You have 2 hours to dispose of the body before Caleb comes back home. You know you should be moving right now instead of staring at the body laying on your rug.

The rug. How are you going to explain the rug to Caleb?

Your train of thought was interrupted as you heard the front door opening. Was that Caleb? What if it's the neighbour? How are you going to tell them about the body? Or maybe it's the police? How could they have known that you have a dead body in your home so fast?

You heard the key turn and realize it's Caleb. But it still doesn't help! Caleb would see the body! What if he'll be disgusted at the sight of it and realize how crazy you are! That you killed an innocent woman! But she was flirting with Caleb! She was eyeing him up so seductively and the way she tried to get him away from you! She isn't innocent! She tried to take your Caleb away!

Once Caleb opened the door and found you sitting across a dead body in the living room. His eyes went to the body then back to you then back to the body then back to you then— yeah...

Tears gathered in your eyes and were threatening to flow down your face. You stare at Caleb's face and shock was on his face. He's definitely breaking up with you now.

"Caleb—" you start but your lips wobble and tears flow nonstop down your face. "Oh, pipsqueak," Caleb immediately runs towards you and crouches down to embrace your shaking form. "I-im so sorry I don't know what happened it was all so fast and then it just happened I don't know what to do—" you babble out an explanation but you couldn't form an coherent sentence without sobbing and stuttering.

"I'm so so sorry—"

"Shhh, it's okay, baby."

Your hold onto Caleb tightens as you sob into his shoulder, soaking his colonel uniform with tears and snot but Caleb couldn't care.

He wiped away the tears that wouldn't stop flowing down your cheeks and kissed your forehead oh so gently. How could he still show affection to such a horrible killer. "It's okay, did she hurt you?" Caleb asked, concerned and tried to search for any shown injuries. You shook your head no and sobbed, your cries dying down subtly.

"How about you go upstairs and clean yourself up for me, darling? Get all comfy and clean, yeah? I'll clean things down here okay? You go relax," Caleb said softly, ushering you upstairs to the bathroom.

As soon as he made sure you were okay, he walked back downstairs and prepared to take care of the body in your living room. While moving the woman he started to notice her features and realized who she was. She's the cadet that tried to make a move on him not so long ago. He could vividly remember how she touched him and made inappropriate jokes and comments about him during a party at skyhaven.

Caleb grinned at the thought that you had done such an act because of that. Oh his sweet innocent girlfriend is not so innocent at all.

Once the body and the mess has been disposed he went back up to check on you. You were sitting on your shared bed, wrapped in your soft pink robe, your hair wet, and your cheeks and eyes still slightly red from all the crying.

"Hey pipsqueak, you alright?" Your eyes widened when you saw Caleb. Your lips start quivering again but Caleb was quick to come over you and kiss you gently. "Why haven't you dressed? You'll get cold, baby," he told you with a soft voice as he kissed your cheeks and forehead.

You nodded and was about to get up but Caleb beat you to it. He made you sit back down as you watched him pick out your clothes. He chosen your silk nightwear and even helped you put it on.

"You okay now, baby?" Caleb asked and you nodded looking up at him with wide eyes. "A-are you going to b-break up with me?" You asked, your voice laced with fear and worry. Caleb's eyes softened at your question and cupped your cheeks with both hands and kissed you softly on the lips. "No, never," he assured you and you could only nod at his words.

That night you slept soundly knowing that Caleb was there to protect and care for you no matter what. In just a span of days you completely forgot all that happened. Your rug was quickly replaced leaving no reminder of the incident.

Caleb never told you that then police dropped by recently to ask about a missing person. No need to stress or worry you. Caleb never told you where or how he disposed of the body, he just assured you it was all taken care of and you shouldn't worry about anything and that you did.

Now, everything was back to normal and Caleb love knowing his girlfriend whom he know would hurt a fly had a much darker side of her. He wouldn't have it any other way.

Knowing he was just the same. That if he had to, he'll kill for you too. But he already has. You don't have to know that he disposed 2 bodies that night. Or that his uniform had smudged of blood that was there even before he hugged your bloodied form.

He loves you and he knows now how much you love him too.

[kagaintheskywithdiamonds]

oh I'm glad I'm seeing this post again because I'VE BEEN THINKING ABOUT IT A LOT and what it would mean the rest of other stanley's upbringing would look like. and honestly the rest of ford's life too

like maybe at some point the baby calls him "dada" and ford gets all flustered like "what? no no no, I'm not our father-" but then, he mentally adds, "even though I'd be a better father to you than filbrick was."

and that's when it kinda sinks in that like. he's going to be the one to raise this version of stanley. up until that point he'd sort of been thinking of himself as some kind of babysitter, but babysitting is temporary. this isn't. he'll be watching over new stanley until he's an adult, probably. for all intents and purposes, he basically is new stanley's dad

and that's weird, he realizes. it feels weird and kind of wrong. but what else is he supposed to do about it? obviously this stanley would be too young to understand if ford tried to tell him the truth. so, he'll let new stanley grow up thinking that he's ford's son, weird as that feels, and tell him the truth when he's older. because he's definitely going to tell him the truth... eventually. he deserves to know the truth

"I'll tell him when he turns 10." Ford tells himself. But new Stanley's 10th birthday comes and goes and Ford doesn't have the courage to say anything. besides, he's still so young. just a child. this would be too much for him to process. "I'll tell him when he's 13," but that day passes as well. "I'll tell him when he's 16," and so on. he keeps pushing it off

because how is anyone supposed to start that conversation? "Hi, son. Actually you're my twin brother. But you died so the time police brought me a younger version of you from a different timeline because you're destined to save the world apparently"

and Stanley does believe that Ford is his father. he has no reason not to believe it. this is the man who cared for him as far back as he can remember, and the family resemblance is undeniable. Stanley's the spitting image of his old man. if Ford tried to tell Stanley he was adopted (which was technically what happened, Ford supposes), Stanley would never believe it

and Stanley loves Ford as a father, too. At one point Ford thought he would never get used to hearing young Stanley say "I love you, Dad". but as the years went on, it came to feel as natural to him as any other father-son bond. and Ford loves Stanley, of course. he isn't sure anymore if he loves him just as a brother or sort of also, weirdly, as a son. but that doesn't matter, he tells himself. they're family, and they love each other as family, and that's what's important. he'll explain the details of their strange relationship to his not-son... someday, for sure.

And he knows he definitely won't abandon this version of Stanley. His heart still aches for the original. And fate gave him... a weird second chance, but a second chance nonetheless. He would make sure this Stanley never doubted that his family loved him.

Ford proved to be a much better father than Filbrick. Granted, that bar was so low it was practically in the earth's core. But he raises new Stanley with more love than Filbrick ever could've. And he was much gentler with his punishments, of course. He might have to give Stanley a stern talking-to now and then. At his worst, if Stanley somehow made him really angry, he might yell. But he would never physically punish him. And even after an (exceptionally rare) father-son shouting match, Ford made sure to check up on Stanley after they had both simmered down. And he would apologize, and assure Stanley that he loved him, and that everything he did and said was because he loved him.

Ford was somewhat of an over-protective parent. That might've been the biggest flaw in his parenting style, aside from the secrets he was keeping. But who could blame him, knowing what he knew? The Stanley from his childhood with had been tossed out on the streets and suffered a slow, agonizing death, scared and alone, locked in the trunk of a car. And the Stanley he'd been given to raise was apparently destined to save the world. Well, really, the Stanley from his childhood was supposed to do that, until he died young. And Ford never knew what sort of world-ending threat Stanley was destined to defeat. And he never told Stanley about this supposed destiny, either. The circumstances of new Stanley's upbringing were strange enough without Ford throwing a "chosen one" narrative into the mix to loom over the boy's head. And Ford never knew how Stanley was supposed to save the world, but he had the sinking feeling that it would all culminate in some heroic act of self-sacrifice, and Ford's heart ached at the thought...

I COULD GO ON but I don't have any coherent way to wrap this all up. But this has been bouncing around in my brain for like 24 hours and I had to get at least some of it on paper (so to speak)

Stanley has an important role in the grand scheme of things, specifically saving the universe. His role is so crucial that if anything were to happen to him it could lead to not only the destruction of his universe, but also lead the destruction of others. So what would happen if Ford had lost Stanley somewhere during the ten years they spent apart, only for Ford to be met face to face with the time police and what appears to be 2 years old Stanley.

His ears feel muffled as he’s handed the toddler.

Death by asphyxiation

Trunk of the car

Far too late

Paradox

The child’s timeline was already gone

The fate of the universe

His hands

The baby coos in his arms babbling as he grabs Ford’s pinky.

[xiepheer]

hello i was thinking this so does the Beast's have nicknames for Y/N like cute sweet and silly nicknames for them just for them to be very embarrassed about when they got older as well If the Beast's show any baby photos or videos of baby Y/N being very cute and i very much headcanon mostly Shadow Milk Cookie taking thoese photos/videos just to embarrassed Y/N

By the way now i can't stop seeing Y/N as a little owlet being born from a egg and being very fluffy and cute as well for them being a snow owl or something like that

Their Tiny Owlet

Beasts x daughter/son reader!

Scenario: Their nicknames for you and them showing your baby pictures!

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 ₊✩‧₊˚౨ৎ˚₊✩‧₊𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝

Hello guys! As you can see, I have decided to open my Tumblr again!

Honestly I'm more active in tiktok rather than other social medias!

But here! 💗

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 ₊✩‧₊˚౨ৎ˚₊✩‧₊𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝

Mystic Flour cookie

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 ₊✩‧₊˚౨ৎ˚₊✩‧₊𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝

For Mystic Flour, her nicknames for you as her duaghter will be 'Dear', 'Dear daughter', 'Dearest', or 'Child'.

Why?

She sees you as one of the most important things in her world.

Of course it's because you're her offspring and she knew if she loses you, then she loses the very thing she created.

And of course, creations can be fragile if not watched properly.

Shes not the type to be teasing you.

The fact she's as quiet as the wind flowing in peace.

The wind is quiet but can be strong.

She's the mother where actions speak well.

She would take care of you but teach you less about words.

She would rather teach you how to act polite and be polite.

And she would assign you a private tutor or give you dictionary simply because she's not too fond of words.

Or maybe is that (headcanon) she speaks in her ancient language when English wasn't a language yet.

When she was walking around, cleaning and organizing the things that aren't supposed to be there,

She stumbled upon a box.

But not just any box.

The box full of your memories.

She took the stuff out and nostalgia hit her.

She could see how fast you've grown.

From a tiny sprout to a sprout that is able to stand on its own.

She opened her eyes to stare at the photos and after centuries, she manages to smile.

It was small but it was noticeable.

She decided to take these and show you this.

She didn't see anything wrong to seeing your old baby photos. Why you are embarrassed seeing your old photos.

She didn't see anything wrong to you at all.

You claimed it was because you used to be chubby or fat or ugly but she didn't see anything wrong with that.

"Dear child, your appearance when you were young was how any normal person would look like. Do not feel embarrassed for seeing a natural part of a cycle"

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 ₊✩‧₊˚౨ৎ˚₊✩‧₊𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝

Burning Spice cookie

You, being his only child means you have to go through ridiculous things.

Such as nicknames.

His nicknames for you was 'Warrior' or 'Sprout' or 'Little thing'

He didn't see much into you but put more work into making you the heir of the throne.

He he doesn't even know who the mother is.

He trained you to fight and wield a sword.

To win every battle you've come crossed.

That is his true desires with you.

He never really liked children much.

Why?

He sees them more as a nuisance and a pain in the ass.

But you, you live for a purpose.

And that purpose was to fight and be the next head of the throne.

When he found your baby pictures, he could only feel proud at how you went from a weakling to a warrior.

He would show you and tell you how much you've grown and grown strong.

You, on the other hand, couldn't help but feel embarrassed at you old weak state.

You were weka but it all takes progress.

"Oh I definitely understand why you feel embarrassed! You were weak!!! But nows the time to feel proud for as you've grown twice as strong as you were when you were young!!"

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 ₊✩‧₊˚౨ৎ˚₊✩‧₊𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝

Shadow Milk cookie

Being the daughter/son of this jester clown means you also have to go through his nuisance tricks.

But mainly, he calls you by the names 'Lil clown' or 'Little girl/boy' or calls you by your name. Sometimes he even adds 'ily' in the end of your name. (Similar to Vanilly)

He never actually did it with anyone but created you as a mere puppet.

But to his surprise, he's created more than a puppet.

A puppet with a brain of its own.

At first, he was shocked to even find out that you were learning.

Most of his puppets would stay brainless and wouldn't even process the things around them.

But you, he considers you as his daughter because you were created by him not by blood but was created by his own will.

He taught you things and even taught you to embrace deceit itself.

You weren't just a brainless puppet, you have memories, emotions, feelings, sensations.

Those were the things that his other creations couldn't get.

Of course, it's your brain or mind was what was growing.

Your puppet body never actually grows.

Your body stay as it is but you improve.

Like a robot or AI.

Ai or robot stay as a robot or Ai and computer but it's their minds that improves.

Their body may not show and improvement, but it's the mental mind that is improving.

When he was lurking in his spire, he was surprised to find old photos of you.

You when your mind was 5 months old, 5 years old, or 10 years old.

When he showed this to you, you honestly didn't see any difference.

Why?

Well obviously it's because it's you mind that changes.

But of course he still teases you for being naive and innocent back then.

You never truly desired to feel embarrassed but it's what he says that makes you feel embarrassed.

"Oh don't feel embarrassed now! You're my greatest creation! You should feel proud that you're unique! Or you would've been thrown in the pit where my other puppets lay!"

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 ₊✩‧₊˚౨ৎ˚₊✩‧₊𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝

Hi everyone! So sorry if this one is short but I hope you like it!

Also school is almost ending!

Might update more in the summer if I pass! (My grades are low but they're still passed)

Let's see if I'm going to pass or pass away!

Anyways guys, byeee!

[brie-annwyl]

Tim and Damian always being at each others throats, but always the ones that are most there for each other out if all the siblings.

Dick, bless his heart, is the mother hen of the family. His hands are always full with everyone else and their feelings, that sometimes people get.. forgotten.

Damian was never forgotten. He was Dick’s baby. He told Bruce as such during an argument (“he’s MINE Bruce. I don’t care if you were presumed dead or not. He’s MY son more than he’s yours!”) Damian was his top priority.

Until he wasn’t.

Damian didn’t realize how lonely life felt when he wasn’t the centre of Dick’s world. He didn’t realize how much it would actually hurt when Dick would eventually forget to come to one of his school award ceremonies, or to take him out on their weekly lunches so Damian could spend special one-on-one time with him.

It was 3 hours past when Dick was supposed to have picked him up for lunch, yet Damian was still dressed up in his Nightwing hoodie (a hoodie he stole from the elder). Except he was no longer waiting in the family room like usual, he was up in his room, hiding from the prying eyes of Drake that glanced his way every ten or so minutes when he’d check the time. Lines of worry clearly etched on his face.

Damian tries to call Dick, his call gets sent straight to voicemail. He frowns as he gets a text a few seconds later.

-Sorry Dami, can’t talk right now. I’m out with Steph and Cass for a girls day (yes, I’m invited to those. Lol)-

“Oh.” He forgot. Set plans they have every week. Plans that never diverge. He forgot them for a “girls day”. Damian checks his calendar for the 8th time, needing to make sure he hasn’t mixed up the days (even though he knows he never mixes it up, and it’s always Dick that forgets). He shouldn’t be surprised anymore, their lunches had been canceled the past few weeks due to Dick’s unrelenting schedule, but he had promised Damian that they would go to lunch today, and that he would make up for the past few weeks with staying at the manor and having a sleepover with him.

Damian isn’t sure when he threw his phone, nor when he curled up into a ball in his makeshift reading nook in his closet. His cheeks feel wet and the reality setting in makes him all the more embarrassed. Crying over something so juvenile was so beneath him he might as well change his last name to Drake.

Speak of the devil, Damian internally groans when he hears a soft knock on his closet door.

Maybe Drake is like a dinosaur, if he doesn’t move a muscle or make a sound, he’ll move on and leave him alone.

“I can hear you, demon brat.” An unintentional groan escapes Damian as he buried his face further into his arms. He can hear the closet door open and feels Drake shuffle into his hiding spot, his safe space.

At first, it’s quiet. Neither of them dare utter a word in fear of breaking the calming silence that only exists inside this closet. It’s not the first time the two have found themselves here. Tim is the only person with the amount of audacity to enter Damian’s not-so-secret nook in the back of his closet. It’s the only place the two of them don’t argue, an unspoken boundary that holds together this fragile development in their relationship.

“Is this how you felt?” Damian eventually breaks his silence, casting a subtle glance to Tim, only to realize Tim was already looking at him with an indiscernible expression on his face. It’s a look Damian doesn’t see directed towards him often. He isn’t exactly sure what it means either. It’s a facade, it’s meant to look soft and happy, assumably meant to calm him down before approaching any meaningful conversation. There’s an underlying sting of sadness and pity entwined within it. Damian decides he hates it.

“How I felt?” Tim’s a little closer now, maybe 2 meters away from Damian, his head tilted and eyes questioning. A sigh escapes Damian.

“Is this how you felt when I arrived here? Did he forget he loved you too?” Something in Tim’s expression breaks, and that’s all the answer Damian needs. He feels an urge to apologize, but brushed it away. Him and Tim just being able to talk like this - it’s so new, it started maybe 3 weeks ago. He doesn’t believe he can break down all these walls just yet. He isn’t ready to accept and atone, by looking at Tim, he knows he isn’t ready for that either.

And suddenly the elder robin is a lot closer, almost bumping shoulders as he settles in the same position Damian rests in, staring blankly at the same spot on the wall. It’s his collection of “adopted” animals, the ones where they give you a plushie for sponsoring an animal. Damian had over 30.

“You know, I’ve never been to the Gotham animal sanctuary.” Tim subtly added, hoping Damian took the bate, hoping he didn’t catch on. If he had caught on he managed to hide it very well under a sudden angered gasp.

“You’ve never been?! I have a full exhibition there dedicated in the dangers of housing exotic animals and imploring those to donate to the different charities at each animal exhibit!” Tim threw his hands up in defeat, chuckling slightly.

“Well then boy wonder, we need to go then, don’t we?” Without so much as another word, Tim is pushed out of Damian’s closet. For a moment, he believes he screwed everything up. That Damian will forever live his life as a recluse, only seeing the light of day when physically pried from his hiding place. He’s pleasantly surprised when his little brother emerges in a plain tee shirt and shorts. Tim smiles, not listening as Damian warns him that the exhibits are interactive and imploring him to change his clothes as they will get dirty.

Tim just had to learn that the hard way when elephant snot gets on his new bomber jacket.

[gregheiferly]

LOVEY-DOVEY

first comes love

ft. leon s. kennedy x fem!reader

tags. established relationship, hurt to comfort, angst, fluff, leon’s mental problems, future smut, ddlg

note. the first of hopefully 3 chapters?!! i have lost the ability to write im ngl,,, i promised this fic over a year ago and never got it out but i forced myself thru it bc it’s been sitting around like unfinished for a year LMFAO so it’s clunky.. doesn’t make sense… and also i do want to make clear this isn’t supposed to be a baby and marriage = happy marriage sort of fic i just see that ending for this couple in particular.. anyway ignore typos,, ignore any mistakes and pretend it makes sense. feedback / rbs always appreciated!

i would also appreciate if you read this post about plagiarism by a user on both tumblr and ao3

lovey dovey

“I used to hear Hola! and jump—Oh, gosh, I’m not racist or anything, I voted—“ Ashley adjusts her monogrammed scarf, looking at him with her new face. It’s the same, but different. Tighter, brighter, when her eyes widen her brows don’t raise and when she pouts her chin doesn’t dimple. 

“Ashley.” Leon interrupts to get her back on track before it gets any worse. 

D.C. does its best to dampen his mood, torrential rain soaking him to the bone, but you’re wearing these tiny winter booties that make his day a little better. 

“I just bet, I mean I know Leon never tells you anything about Spain, or anything at all.” She waves her hands in a flourish, not a hair out of place. “I signed an NDA, I don’t know how long they last, but I’m sure it must be over by now, I don’t really believe in them to be honest–What is a piece of paper going to do? I mean, it’s not like the piece of paper knows who I’m telling.” 

“She’s too little to know,” Leon says out of instinct. He takes the role of Daddy very seriously these days. 

“Leon.“ You frown at him, it’s so cute he’ll think about it for hours. 

“Sorry.” Is all he can come up with. 

“Anyways, I wanted to ask about plans,” Ashley says, the exchange going unheard by her. 

(If she’s not talking she doesn’t really seem to care about the conversation at hand.)

“Plans?” Leon doesn’t follow, and neither do you.

“Oh, you know.” She dabs at the corner of her lip with a handkerchief that matches her scarf, her lipstick leaves a pink smear on the edge of her cup. It’s heart-shaped. Fucking Cupid over here. “Haven’t you ever thought about babies, Leon? You’re pretty old now.” 

That’s not her card to play. Shouldn’t he be asking her about babies? She’s only getting older, not many eggs left in her basket. But, y’know, that’s not very PC, and Leon really isn’t that bad. He’d like nothing more than for her to move at her own pace - it was hard enough seeing Sherry grow up, passing her off to a guy nearly ten years younger than her—And Leon is in no place to talk about age gaps, but guys are immature and stupid, he would know.

“Ashley,” he interrupts once more, though he has nothing to say at all. Marriage. Babies. Jesus Christ, you are the baby. He’s got jackets older than you. 

“We haven’t thought about it—I mean, I ask him about it sometimes, but nothing serious,” you tell her honestly, the corners of your mouth drooping downwards in a frown.

You are one unhappy little girl and he is in for one hell of a ride back home. 

“I never make plans that far ahead,” he says, rehearsed, before your soured mood runs off the edges of your face and into the rest of the room. Distemper in a dogfighting ring. 

“Hm.” You make a noise beside him, knee bumping his under the table. It’s a touchy subject. An untouchable subject, actually, because he refuses to sit down and talk about it, he shuts it down immediately. You can’t make babies with a baby, that’s just plain wrong. 

(But you can fuck said baby every which way. You can spit in the baby’s mouth and spank her raw. That’s perfectly normal.) 

“The next time I see you, Leon, it better be at your wedding,” Ashley warns him, a burnt orange blazer draped over her slender shoulders as she primps herself up enough to face a camera or two. “I’m happy to help with, well, with everything, I have a lot of time and money to waste so don’t think you’re bothering me. Oh and another thing—Leon?”

“Yeah?” He shifts from foot to foot, the arm circling your waist drops to his side limply. 

“You can call me anytime, you know that, right?” She stares at him, right through him with her big brown eyes. “And you know I can see when you’ve read my texts, right?” 

Leon nods stiffly, he stands there like a fucking scarecrow when she wraps her arms around his neck.

“I know,” he mumbles into perfumed hair. 

When you ask him, “Why didn’t you hug her back?”

He tells you, “I didn’t want to make you jealous.”

“I don’t get jealous.” That’s right. You’re a very self-assured little girl with your head screwed on right, he can’t go around telling such obvious lies. 

“Dunno, just felt weird,” Leon admits, plucking the fuzz off your sweater to keep his hands busy, “haven’t seen her in a long time.”

“That’s your fault.” You walk ahead and he knows you’re pissed. 

“Yeah, I know.” 

The air crackles with tension, heavy enough to shift the layout of Leon’s home a little to the left—Or maybe you really have gone and done that without telling him, taking over his world with parts of your own - it wouldn’t be anything out of the ordinary. That’s got to be some form of gaslighting. He can’t even see the TV from this angle. 

“Baby?” Leon calls out.

You poke your head out of the kitchen. 

“Did you move my chair to the left or am I losing it?” He shifts in his seat, moves from left to right, leans back to try and understand what has gone on. 

“You’re losing it, I moved it to the right.” You wipe your wet hands on your skirt, it borders on frumpy, makes your hips look even wider. He pretends that he hasn’t ever thought about knocking you up. 

“Why, baby?” You’re testing his patience, being short with him, huffing and puffing and sticking your nose in the air.

“Because it looks better, but I can’t do it when you’re home ‘cause you never get up.” Carefully, you edge towards him, skirting around the room until you find yourself in daddy’s lap. 

The weight is grounding, his hands find your hips in no time, fingers dimpling the fat as he squeezes down to ease whatever is going on inside of him. “You can’t stay mad at me, baby.”

“Yes I can.” 

“Who’s gonna take care of you then, hm?” Leon asks, sliding his cold hands under shirt to grope your heavy tits. He pretends that he hasn’t thought about running his fingers over your lace bra to find milky wet patches. That he hasn’t thought about you, glassy-eyed and in desperate need of daddy’s help, pushing your leaky tits against his chest and begging him, pleading with him to take on the role of dairy farmer for the day.  

“I can take care of myself.” You shrug. So cold, so cute. “But you, daddy.” You kiss his nose. “Without me, you can’t even remember to take your meds.” 

That’s right. You did well without him. You didn’t need a daddy until you found the right daddy. You wanted a daddy so dearly, but you can take care of yourself just fine. You can pour your own juice and you can tie your laces and fix your hair just fine, it’s just better when daddy does it for you. 

“True,” Leon mumbles, he kneads your breasts contemplatively,  “but it’s good to ask daddy for things, I don’t want you getting hurt doing it on your own.” 

“I have bandaids.” Comes your rebuttal. 

“Baby, you’re being mean.” Leon’s voice verges on a whine. 

“I’m not being mean, Leon.” You let yourself melt into him, fat tits spilling through the gaps in his fingers. His hands are small and there’s too much of you to contain. “Why don’t you want to marry me?” 

That’s a loaded question. One he can’t quite answer because there’s no real answer and he doesn’t really want to answer it.

“You’re too good for me.” 

“Oh my goood,” you groan, rolling your eyes so hard you age backwards, and it really makes you look like a teenager—A little girl—It makes him feel like your father. Not your daddy, but your father. And hell, he’s old enough to play the part. 

“What?” 

“It turns me off when you say shit like that, like ohhh I’m such a old loser, I can’t even get it up, baby, why are you even with me?” You do your best Leon impression, it almost makes him smile. “You literally want everyone to feel bad for you all the time, and you know what, Leon?”

“What?” Leon says again. He’s feeling parched. Lightheaded. Sick. Psychotic. Bad. Just fucking bad. Everything gets so bad when you’re not smiling at him.

“I can’t feel bad for you if you don’t tell me what’s going on—You don’t tell anyone what’s going on so nobody feels bad for you.” You stand up, his hands are left cold and empty. “Only you feel bad for yourself, you literally sit around all day drinking and feeling shitty about sitting around and drinking—You don’t even want to do anything anymore, you didn’t even want to see Ashley today! She loves you so much, she’s your friend and you can’t even text her back because, because… Well, I don’t even know!”

“Baby—“

“You don’t go to therapy and you forget to take your meds, and, and I have to remind you all the time and—“ You take a breath, your lips moving soundlessly as you count to ten. “I don’t mind doing that for you, I like taking care of you and I like when you take care of me—It makes me happy that you let me y’know do that…” You gesture to a stray pacifier on the coffee table. “And I love you, Leon, but it’s just like you never want to fix anything, you just want to stay like this and I don’t want that, Leon—“

“Babe–“

”I told you that I wanted to get married, I told you that it would be a problem for me if you didn’t want kids, Leon—I don’t want to be with you if you don’t want that with me, I told you that before we got serious and you said yes and now—“ You throw your hands in the air, cutting yourself off with a half-aborted sob and splitting his heart right down the middle.

“It’s not like that, baby,” Leon starts gently, pushing up out of his armchair so he can hold you like you need to be held, “I didn’t… It’s not you, you know that don’t you? You’re perfect, you’re a good girl, it’s just…”

“What?” You press your face into his chest, searching for comfort as you run your hands over his back. “It’s what?”

“It’s me.” 

“Oh my god, Leon.” Your voice breaks, and you look up at him. For a minute it’s like you’re in soft-focus, like you’re a love letter gone yellow with time, sepia-stained and unspeakably tender and—and the reel is burning away because you’re too beautiful to last forever. You’re the most fragile little package, stamped to handle with care and he’s tossed you onto someone's lawn and you’re going to be plucked away by a porch pirate and—God, he’s such a fuck-up. “I can’t believe you just said that to me.”

Might be cliche, but it’s true. It’s him, not you. It’s always him. It’s why he’s been alone for so long. It’s not work, it’s not what happened in Spain or Talk Oaks, not even Raccoon City—Not mom, not dad, not Ada or Jack or Ashley or the fucking President, it’s not some grand, tragic circumstance—It’s just him. 

“If I marry you…” Leon’s mouth dries up while he flicks through a mental Rolodex of excuses. 

I drink too much. I’m depressed and probably bipolar. I’m infertile. You’re a baby, I can’t have babies with a baby. You’re too young. I’m too old. Especially for kids. I look like I could be your dad. I’m suicidal and needy and if we have kids what if you like them more than me? I work a lot. What if I put our kids in danger? What if I put you in danger? What if I’m a shit dad? What if you stop liking me after we tie the knot? You’re so young, you have your whole life ahead of you and you want to marry an old man? You should leave me for someone younger. Please don’t leave me. 

All of it is true, although none of it is an honest answer to your question—The answer is quite simple really—Leon won’t marry you because he refuses to be happy. 

“If I marry you,” he says again, eyes flickering from your eyes to your pout, “what will Sherry think?” 

Your hands are in tight fists by your sides, bottom

lip trembling as you struggle to remain impassive—And he knows you like the back of his hand, like the veins in his dick—That wrinkled nose could only mean one thing. You’re not about to cry, you’re mad at him. 

“Leon.” Your jaw tightens, grinding your teeth into a fine powder. “You know Sherry isn’t thinking about you, right?”

“How could you say that?” He asks, somewhere between hurt and confused. 

“I’m just… Like, fuck, Leon!” You angle your face away from him, cycling through every stage of grief as you gather your thoughts. “It’s not about what Sherry wants or what she’s thinking or whatever, it’s about what I want and what you want.” 

“But—“

“She isn't a part of our relationship, Leon, nobody is.” You tilt your head back, looking up at the ceiling and squeezing your eyes shut. Praying or doing a breathing exercise. “Like… Like you don’t like Jake and she still married him because he makes her happy, Leon—Why don’t you want to be happy with me, Leon?”

“I am happy,” he lies. 

“Don’t lie to me, Leon—Do I not make you happy, is that what it is?” You look at him helplessly and he stands there with nothing to say. 

“You do make me happy,” Leon insists softly, you’re the only thing that makes him happy. Light of his life, apple of his eye, the centre of his whole entire world.

“I just don’t get it anymore, Leon.” 

Oh, god.

“I don’t… I made it clear that I wanted something serious, I want to marry you and I want to have kids with you—I don’t get why you would lead on me like that.�� You cross your arms over your chest, bracing for his answer. “Has all of this been for nothing?”

To be entirely frank - Leon is being selfish. 

He’d rather keep you in limbo than let you move on with someone else. He doesn’t want to think about you in bed with someone else, calling someone else daddy, letting them touch you and take care of you—It makes him dizzy, he’s getting jealous of a guy he made up in his fucking head. You’re the only good thing in his piece of shit life and he has no intention of letting you go—He really should, and he probably would if you asked him a year ago, before the D word but now—

Leon feels out of place. 

If he’s not your daddy, then who is he? 

“You’re just… You’re just freaking out ‘cause Ashley put it in your head,” Leon retorts childishly, “we don’t need a baby to be happy.” You’re the only baby he needs to be happy. 

“Are you kidding, Leon?” Your nose is running and you wipe at your face with balled up fists. “Don’t make this about Ashley, you know that isn’t the problem—I really can’t believe you, if you're not serious about me then why are you still with me?”

Truthfully, he didn’t mean for all of this to go so far - then your toothbrush joined his, your Sylvanians found a nice spot on his mantle next to the potpourri, the whole daddy thing happened—

And all of that means that this is not a midlife crisis or a fling or a distraction. 

It means that you’re his girlfriend, the woman he loves.

“I am serious about you.” 

We just want different things, would be the right way to put it. It’s not entirely true, but Leon doesn’t know how to tell you that peace is unrecognisable to him. He doesn’t know what it feels like, it scares him, the finality of marriage and kids and all of these childish dreams he had so long ago—It’s scary, and it takes a lot and Leon could shoulder the whole fucking world if he had to and the whole fucking world is a lot. He’s done it before. Jesus Christ, he’s fought creatures that go beyond the scope of human understanding, but all of it comes to an end. Fights end. Missions get completed. Damsels are saved and monsters are slain and Leon gets home okay as he can be. 

But this… Marriage. There’s no way out—Like, there’s divorce, obviously, but something about marriage is permanent. He can’t shoot a gun and get out of a marital dispute, and he can’t outrun a missed birthday because ultimately he has to come home to you.

Coming home to you sounds good. It is good. It’s the reason he bothers coming home after work instead of bumming around in bars like he used to. But, but, but it’s about trust and working together and while nothing will really change you’ll legally own him and he’ll legally be yours and that’s a lot of responsibility for someone so young to take on and technically you’re already doing all of these responsible things for him and—Marriage is just different, okay?

“I don’t think you are, Leon.” You blink at him slowly, sadly. 

“I am,” Leon insists because he is serious about this. About you. He loves you and he knows that, but he’s fine with what you have now. Girlfriend-Boyfriend. Daddy and baby. “I am, baby, but don’t you think that we're moving into this too fast?”

“It’s been two years, Leon.” Another slow, sad blink, you look off to the side. “I told you I was dating to marry, Leon, I told you what I wanted, I want kids with you—And I’m sorry but you’re not getting any younger, if you’re just wasting my time—“

Something sharp and ugly takes hold of his chest. ”You just think I’m gonna blow my brains out before I give you a baby, that's all you want from me.” That isn’t what Leon wanted to say, but the room is getting too small and that struck a fucking nerve. 

“Excuse me?” 

Oh fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. A rotten sole-crushed peach, that's all he is, it’s true. And he doesn’t deserve you, but he doubles down selfishly. “You think I’m gonna blow my brains out before I give you a kid,” he repeats, “that’s why you’re freaking out about this now.” Leon’s so very talented at fucking things up. Paperwork, his liver, his entire fucking life. 

“No… That’s not—Are you kidding me? Is that all you got from this, Leon?” You’re looking at him with these accusatory eyes and you’re not calling him daddy or tugging at the back of his shirt for attention. “How could you say that about me? Is that what you think of me?”

Leon would like to say no and he’d like to apologise, instead he fumes silently, teeth clenched so tightly they’ve started to ache. “C’mon, use your big girl words and tell me the truth.” He’s not very tall, but he’s taller than you - he looks down his nose at you. 

“Don’t talk to me like that, Leon.” The shift in his behaviour is new, you’re used to his self-loathing, his laziness and reluctance and his general unlikeability, but this—Leon has never been mad at you, and he doesn’t want to be mad at you and he’s more mad at himself than he is you—But still, like, he looks mad at you and he can see the way you’re trembling, puffing out your chest and standing your ground to appear so much bigger than you are. It breaks his heart, he’s the worst daddy ever. The most dick-headed jerk of a boyfriend and you’re still here. Fighting for him, well, with him, you’re here and you’re fighting with him, that’s still something. 

“Why not?” Leon tilts his head to the side, his face softening in faux confusion. “You like it so much, don’t you?”

God, maybe he’s not so normal after all, and you haven’t fixed him, and bad thoughts always come back, and if he was normal he wouldn’t be wanting to jump off every balcony and walk into every main road and disappear into bodies of water.

Leon isn’t normal. Big surprise.

He’s just starting to realise that it doesn’t matter how many people love him, it doesn’t matter how many medals he’s awarded, it doesn’t matter that he’s a treasure to some degree, an old gun worth keeping—None of it matters, Leon realises, none of it will ever fucking matter because he is who he is. 

Leon is going to lead a miserable dogshit life because he can and he will and it doesn’t matter how many good or bad things happen to him, it doesn’t matter who he falls asleep next to - he’ll still feel shitty in the morning. 

(At the end of the day, he’s a Kennedy, and no Kennedy has ever been particularly lucky.) 

“I’m trying to be serious, Leon, and you’re acting like a child!” Your bottom lip quivers, and you’re probably wondering where your daddy has gone. “I can’t… I can’t believe you’re talking to me like that right now.” 

Neither can Leon. 

Guilt coils in his gut like a snake, constricting and hissing in the back of his head that he should know better, he’s so much older, he’s your daddy, and he’s meant to take care of you. That’s what daddies are for.  

“I don’t want to… I don’t want to force you into this, Leon, I don’t want to make you marry me if you don’t want me—“ He does want you. He wants you so bad. “—I don’t want to force you to have kids with me if you’re not ready, I just wish you had told me before I moved in with you—“ The hurt that crosses your face strikes him right in the heart, teardrops beading your gossamer lashes. 

“No, no, no, I’m sorry, baby,” he says softly, quietly, earnestly, not daring to take a step closer because he doesn’t deserve to feel you or smell you or touch you, “I want to be with you, I love you.” 

“I don’t know anymore, Leon.” You look to him helplessly, blinking up at him with these big doleful eyes. “I don’t know what you want me to do.” 

“I’m sorry, baby,” he says, equally as helpless, “I don’t know.” 

He’s your daddy, he’s meant to know, but he doesn’t, so he just stands there like an idiot. 

“I’m sad,” you tell him honestly, “I’m going to go upstairs now.”

Leon goes to follow you.

“Don't follow me.”

Leon goes back to standing there like a fucking idiot. 

[chimielie]

"I wish we had been brave enough to make our love public. Maybe that way we might have lasted." With Daichi (or someone else, if you're not feeling him)

Daichi doesn’t even bother to tell you.

You have to find out from Sugawara, the only one of his friends to even suspect something has been going on in the years you had been together. Still, you know he doesn’t know that you haven’t slept alone in two years, that you spend your days together, too, that it’s not just best-friends-with-benefits.

You bump into him in the street and he whips his sunglasses off his face, putting a dramatic expression on.

“Daichi didn’t mention you were coming,” you say, doing the uncomfortable dance of do-I-hug-you, are-you-an-acquaintance-or-a-friend? “What brings you to Tokyo?”

“Oh, he didn’t?” Suga says, his gaze sliding away, maybe a little embarrassed. “I’m helping him look into real estate listings back home. He’s interested in buying a house sometime soon.”

You temporarily lose your grip on the bag of groceries in your hand, the handle almost slipping through your fingers.

“…Wow,” you manage. “That’s amazing! You’re a good friend.”

“Thanks,” he puts a hand on your shoulder. The look on his face is pitying; you wish he would put the sunglasses back on. “You be well, okay?”

You nod tightly, biting down so hard on your inner cheek you taste blood.

It hits you on the train, the worst place to be upset. You want so badly not to cry it makes it way, way harder.

You’re an experiment. You’re a representation of the most exciting, exotic parts of Daichi’s life, the ephemeral youth he’s gonna look back on after a lifetime back in his hometown and say those were the best years of my life.

The best years of his life, but not good enough for him to stay in them. To stay with you.

You didn’t mind remaining private, knew that introducing you as a partner meant something significant to him, something akin to a vow. You understood that you were young, that making that kind of commitment wasn’t something your relationship was ready for. You didn’t realize that he was getting ready to hole-punch you out of his life, that he was about to forget you so neatly, that his mother would probably never know your name.

You go back to his apartment anyway, autopilot guiding your leaden feet. You drop the bag on the counter; it vomits its contents in a spray of vegetables and snack packs, but you don’t have the energy to care.

“Hi, baby,” he comes up behind you, startling you out of the spiraling of your mind. “Long time no see.”

How were you supposed to see, when this is how he acts when you’re hidden from the rest of the world?

“Hi,” you return, turning in his arms, looping yours around his neck. “I saw Suga on the way back.”

He stiffens slightly.

“You did?”

You nod. “He mentioned you’re moving back to Miyagi.” He winces, a twinge of the muscles that you feel in your heart.

“I meant to tell you.”

Maybe if you begged him, he would have. Maybe if you had the courage to ask anything of him, he would give it to you.

Instead, you take a deep inhale, not even able to let go of the breath.

“It’s okay, Daichi,” you drop your head against his shoulder, not able to look at him when you say it. “I get it. Your life is there.”

“My life is with you,” he says, and you cut him off with a bitter laugh.

“No, it’s not,” you say. “You’ve kept me separate from almost everything else. For this moment, right?”

“No,” he says, looking wounded. You almost laugh. “No. You said…”

“I know what I said,” you snap your head up, unable to keep the tears from running down your face. “But I think we took things different ways.”

He chokes on air, trying to get words past the thickness in his throat. In lieu of saying something—anything—he crushes you to his chest, letting you feel what he feels, his arms strong around you like he’s not the one letting go.

Maybe if you had been braver, he would have stayed.

Maybe if he had been braver, you would have gone with him.

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[rottenpumpkin13]

In a more chill way, would ASGZC want kids and if so, how many?

Zack: "Totally! I want seven kids! One for each day of the week, I'll be the best father ever."

Sephiroth: "……You're expecting your future partner to bear seven children?"

Zack: "No, dude, I'll bear some of them too, duh."

Sephiroth: "That doesn't— that doesn't mathematically add up—Zack, you're not a—biologically—you can't—"

Zack: "I believe in science, man. We have Hojo. Anything's possible if you lack ethics."

Sephiroth: "STOP TALKING."

Genesis: "I would maybe like one child. A single child. A prodigy to inherit my legacy and carry on my brilliance."

Angeal: "…You realize they could be a completely average person, right? And you'll have to love and care for them either way?"

Genesis: "If they refuse to be extraordinary through talent, then they'll be extraordinary through infamy. I'll buy them their first weapon at age three and encourage theft."

Angeal: "DO NOT HAVE CHILDREN, OH MY GOD."

Sephiroth: "I'm not sure. I suppose children would be nice, in a future where my life is stable. But the amount would be entirely up to my partner. I don't know. Sometimes, I worry I'm not qualified to care for children."

Angeal: "I've decided I want three children!"

Sephiroth: "What a coincidence, I also want three children."

Angeal: "Oh! That's—wait, hang on…"

Cloud: "I dunno. Maybe one, maybe two….it's not entirely up to me to decide, after all, my partner will be the one carrying the baby."

Zack: "Cloud, I love that attitude! And if science advances far enough, maybe we'll be the ones carrying the babies! Imagine it, bro—me, you, waddling around, pregnancy buddies, craving pickles and ice cream, glowing with the miracle of—OW OW OW OW OW OW OW—

*Sephiroth has removed his boot to terrorize Zack*

[pbueckerss]

something about you-pb

“ smoke on some weed while i’m sippin, “

“vent to me baby, “ ( 4x)

“after that we should get intimate baby im tryna do something explicit”.

inspired by oldluvnoir.aep’s edit on insta lol?? started on 2/28/25 let’s see if i finish.

this is very short btw lol kind of a blurb sorry i js needed to finally post something. plus paige 40 points today and hildago flop? well deserved post and proud of my girllll, hope you guys don’t hate it???? okay bye.

contains: smoking, smut, ( strap p, possessive p kind of?? ) depression.

——————————————————————————

you honestly did not even know how the fuck you ended up on paige’s bed, passing the blunt around to her,

when you only came over because you were feeling desperate.

desperate for someone to talk to, to vent to, to finally let out what you’ve been feeling and carrying for so long,

for somebody to comfort you, to hold you, instead of you residing in only yourself.

you always found comfort in paige, just her presence bringing you this feeling of security, you felt safe with paige.

her automatically being your comfort person; so of course, when you were on on the verge of tears overflowing your eyes as you let yourself feel the pity and despair take complete, and utter control of your body,

you had grabbed your phone from the nightstand, asking paige can you come over, letting her know that you needed someone to talk to.

and now??? you were just….distracted from the main reason you came here,

like as soon as you seen paige it went away.

but it never really went away, did it?? it always never did. it just was replaced by a different feeling.

a feeling you couldn’t quite place, a feeling that was barely there but not going unnoticed.

is it joy?? happiness???desire???

honestly you didn’t even know, you just knew that black tee and cross chain combo was making you go literally insa-

“yo, you good??? you just spaced out hard asf, “ you heard the blonde say, permanently bringing you out of space as she placed the blunt in between your two fingers.

“ uh yeah P im good, just. wondering how i came over here to vent, and i ended up….like this, high on your bed. “

“ honestly?? idk after I heard everything you were saying, I js thought you needed it. you definitely needed a distraction, and idk jana had some left over and said i was free to use some, so. why not?”

“ also, the thought of you being fucked up in my bed isn’t the worst idea in the world,”

the blonde immediately had caught herself when she said that,

“ woahhhh pause. “

“ oh? so the thought of me being “ fucked up in your bed” ain’t the worse??” you said, a teasing remark. that’s all it was supposed to be.

“ nah, it ain’t. in every context. “

“every context? what other contexts you thinking about?” you said a quick response to paige’s words,

“ you know what im talking about.”

you knew exactly what context she was talking about, you knew she was thinking what you were thinking, but you also knew if you didn’t continue this, she would never act on it.

she would never let her feel the feelings you make her feel, she would distract herself from all of it.

your body,

your face,

your scent,

your personality,

everything, use some girl on her roster to try and fill that urge of temptation and hunger she felt whenever you were around.

so, you js decided to act oblivious.

“nah, you gon have to show me, p. “

you can then see the blonde’s eyebrow raise playfully as she chuckled, before she said: “ nah, you don’t know nothing about that, don’t know what you finna get yourself into.”

“ who don’t?”

you can then see paige’s mouth form into a deep smirk, as she said:” alright then”, before she pulled you into her lap, facing her.

—

“ paige, more”, you started to whimper, as you slowly took another inch of the silicone into your body, your face in a pillow while your back was arched up.

you could feel paige’s right hand slowly start to run circles around your bare hip, her other hand holding onto you tightly as she pulls out,

then you felt as the head of the strap immediately goes back in, giving you every inch that the toy had,

“c’mon, you can take it”, you hear the blonde’s husky, rough voice say, the words said throughout her panting.

no- you literally could not take it, you never thought you would say this about anyone, but…

you could literally feel into your fucking stomach, paige was relentless with her pace,

and she made sure she used the biggest strap she had on you,

because she wanted to destroy you. to claim you. to make sure you were hers and only hers,

in every aspect.

mind,

body,

and soul.

but for today? the body aspect was working just fine for her,

paige’s eyes admirable and full of a hunger that she was even scared to explore herself,

as she watched the way your ass moved on her strap while you were taking it from the back.

her free hand then moved from your hips, to in between your legs,

rubbing the top of your nub as she felt you throb against her fingers.

“oh my g-“ you whimpered, the noises and words coming out of your mouth guttural and out of your control,

you needed this.

you needed paige, specifically, to be the one to do it.

to make you come undone,

and she definitely was, you can feel that knot in your stomach tightening as she started to whisper sweet nothings in your ear.

“ you m’look so pretty taking me from the back”,

“ you’re doing so good for me”,

and all you could do is nod, but your ears immediately perked up as you heard her whisper:

“ you mines, you know that?”, in that possessive and breathy voice, which made the goosebumps on your skin crawl up, the voice that made you even wetter,

if that was even possible at this point.

you then shook your head yes reluctantly, before you felt that strap thrust in again and the momentary shock you had was no more,

a loud moan eliciting from your lips,

before you felt it.

you felt that knot break, your eyes involuntarily rolling back, that tension you felt gone,

your legs shaking, your body letting go.

you heard paige let out a sigh of relief, you didn’t know if she came too or she just loved having you face down, ass up, but she started to slow down,

letting you ride out that high that she knew affected you immensely.

after a couple of thrusts, she slowly pulled out, before she let your hip go gently, and moved her free hand from between your thighs.

she watched as you had turned yourself over, laying flat down on her pillow , as your legs shook and you were panting.

“ you good?” the blonde asked playfully.

“ yeah, im good, thanks, “

“ you know, im starting to think you knew what context i was talking about. you js wanted to get fucked didn’t you?” you heard paige say, the teasing clear in her voice.

“ and you fell for it, didn’t you?”

“ nah, you wasn’t slick, i js been wanting to see you face down, ass up for a while.

and i definitely, got that.”

-

[sturnsblogs]

A BOY WHOS JACKED AND KIND

Nerd!Chris X Mean!Girl!Reader

—

This was supposed to be cute.

You had practiced the trend with Chris at least five times. Each time, it was a little shaky, but you were sure when it came time to record, he’d get it right. The challenge wasn’t even that complicated—all he had to do was pick you up onto his shoulder when the song hit “A boy who’s jacked and kind.”

But when it was actually time to film, something went wrong.

Chris bent his knees, his hands gripping your waist, ready to lift you.

The beat dropped.

And then—

His arms shook.

His grip slipped.

And before you could even register what was happening, you were barely off the ground before he almost dropped you completely.

The music kept playing.

Chris immediately burst out laughing.

You, however, did not.

Your stomach sank. Your chest tightened. Your hands shook slightly as you grabbed your phone and ended the recording without a word.

Chris was still wheezing, his hands on his knees. “Oh my God—”

Then he looked up and saw your face.

Your arms were crossed, your jaw tight, your brows furrowed.

Chris blinked, the laughter fading from his lips. “Babe?”

You turned on your heel and stormed out of the room.

Chris’s stomach dropped.

“Baby?” He followed quickly, watching as you disappeared into the bathroom, shutting the door behind you.

He stood there for a second, processing. Then, with a sigh, he knocked lightly.

“Baby, what’s wrong?”

You didn’t answer.

Chris hesitated before slowly pushing the door open, stepping inside. The second he saw you—sitting on the toilet lid, arms crossed, eyes slightly glossy—his chest tightened.

He walked over, crouching in front of you. “Hey, hey… why are you upset, baby?”

You turned your head away. “Just say you want me to die, Chris.”

Chris’s brows furrowed. “What?”

You swallowed hard. “You couldn’t even pick me up.”

Chris sighed, moving closer. “Baby, I just—”

You cut him off.

“I don’t know why I even bothered,” you muttered, blinking rapidly, trying to stop the burning in your eyes. “I should’ve known you wouldn’t be able to do it. You’re not some gym guy. You don’t lift. You’re just…”

You hesitated.

Chris was watching you so closely now, waiting for you to finish.

“…Just Chris,” you finally mumbled.

The second the words left your lips, you regretted them.

Chris’s jaw tensed. His fingers twitched slightly against his knee. His lips parted, as if he wanted to say something, but nothing came out.

You exhaled sharply, rubbing your face. “I don’t even know why this is making me feel like this.”

Chris swallowed, voice quieter than before. “I do.”

You looked at him, and God, the way he was looking at you—like he understood exactly how you felt, like he knew what was running through your mind before you even said it—made your chest ache even more.

“I get it, baby,” he murmured, his hands gently finding your thighs. “You just wanted it to be effortless. You wanted it to feel easy. And it wasn’t.”

Your throat felt tight.

Chris squeezed your legs gently. “But that doesn’t mean it’s you.”

You stared at the floor. “Still felt like it.”

Chris sighed, pressing a kiss to your knee. “Let me try again.”

You scoffed, shaking your head. “Chris—”

“Please?” His voice was so soft, so genuine. “I just picked you up wrong, baby. Let me do it right.”

You hesitated.

Chris rubbed his hands up and down your thighs slowly, his lips brushing against your skin. “Please, angel?”

You exhaled, still not looking at him. “If you drop me again, I’m breaking up with you.”

Chris snorted, standing up and tugging you with him. “Understood.”

You followed him back into the bedroom, your stomach still twisting, your emotions still all over the place.

Chris rolled out his shoulders, shaking his hands out dramatically. “Alright. Let’s do this.”

You gave him a look. “Chris.”

He smirked. “Just lightening the mood, babe.”

You huffed, but secretly, it did help a little.

The music started again.

Chris braced himself.

And this time—when the lyric hit, he lifted you perfectly, throwing you over his shoulder in one smooth, controlled motion.

You yelped, gripping his shirt on instinct.

Chris grinned, holding you securely. “See? Told you.”

He gently set you back on your feet, looking at you expectantly. But you didn’t react right away. You weren’t laughing, or beaming, or excited.

You just… sighed.

“Okay,” you mumbled, brushing off your clothes. “Guess it worked.”

Chris’s grin faltered.

You felt his eyes on you, felt the slight shift in his energy.

“…That’s it?” he asked softly.

You hesitated. “…Yeah?”

Chris nodded slowly, running a hand through his hair. “Right.”

Something about the way he said it made your stomach drop.

You glanced up at him. “Chris—”

“No, it’s fine.” He forced a small smile, reaching for your phone. “I’ll edit the video for you.”

You frowned. “Wait, what’s wrong?”

Chris exhaled, tossing your phone onto the bed before rubbing his hand over his jaw. “I just… I don’t know.” He finally looked at you again. “I know I’m not some gym guy. I know I’m not the strongest guy in the world, or whatever. But when you said I was just Chris…” He let out a breath. “I don’t know. That kinda sucked.”

Your chest tightened.

“I love being me, you know?” Chris continued, voice softer. “I don’t mind being nerdy, or a little scrawny, or whatever else people wanna say. But I don’t wanna be just anything to you.”

You swallowed hard, looking away. “I didn’t mean it like that.”

Chris nodded, stepping closer, his voice still quiet. “Then how did you mean it?”

You clenched your jaw, trying to find the right words. “I just… I wanted it to feel easy.”

Chris searched your face. “And it was. We just had to do it right.”

You exhaled shakily. “I know.”

Chris sighed, reaching for your hand. His grip was warm, steady—like he was trying to hold everything together.

“I don’t care if I can lift you above my head,” he murmured. “I don’t care if I can’t throw you around like some jacked dude from TikTok. That’s not me. But I love you, and I’d do anything to make you feel safe with me.”

Your throat felt tight again, but this time, for a different reason.

Chris squeezed your hand. “I just want you to love me for me.”

You sighed, staring at the floor. “I do.”

Chris let out a breath. “Then act like it, baby.”

The words were gentle, but they hit deep.

You nodded slowly, squeezing his hand back. “Okay.”

Chris exhaled, giving you a small, tired smile. “Good.”

Then, with a smirk, he tugged you toward him, wrapping his arms around your waist. “Now, are we posting the video or not?”

You let out a small laugh, finally relaxing against his chest. “Fine.”

Chris chuckled, kissing the top of your head. “That’s my girl.”

—

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