#they bond over hating their dad 🫶

[shakeybird]

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[starryriize]

heyyy!!!! idk if you've already done it, but if not, can you please do anton delulu thoughts? love your work ♡♡

delulu thoughts | anton

a/n: oh em gee this was so fun to write!! mainly bc i wrote it with @chiiyuuvv in mind <3 his smile is so so so pretty :( also big thanks to @kehnarii for giving me ideas 🤭! i’m so glad you love my works :( thank you so much, nonnie

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༘ ✧₊ the type of bf to tease you for your height!! stands up straight when you want kisses and then smirks saying, “oh you should’ve have asked” gives you a small little peck in response (if you ask for more kisses, he’ll fold bc it’s you) 🫠

༘ ✧₊ laughs at your jokes even when they’re lame and then makes an even lamer joke 😭 gets shy you don’t react the way he hoped

༘ ✧₊ after practice, calls you to come over and sit outside with him :( gets ramen for you both from the convenience store and talk about how your day went !!

༘ ✧₊ after all the years of swimming, he still loves it so he often asks you to join him (even if you can’t swim!) he teaches you the basic strokes and shows off tricks for you 😌

༘ ✧₊ takes you to the symphony orchestra to appreciate music! whispers to you, “honey, this is the best part of the performance.” and then afterwards, talks about how good the cello playing was (performs a solo for you when you get home)

༘ ✧₊ takes you to a cat/dog cafe as well bc they’re just so cute!! thinks it’s funny how the dogs gravitate towards him more than you and you’re sitting there like 🤨

༘ ✧₊ always and i mean always gives you the last bite of food! it doesn't matter if he likes it or not and if he bought it or not. he will give you the last bite!! (his hyungs tease him bc the favoritism is real guys)

༘ ✧₊ the type to tell you his childhood stories over lunch and shyly giggle when you say he’s cute!! he gets so invested especially when you tell him your childhood stories !! he just wants to know all about you and thinks you’re just as cute 🥹☺️

༘ ✧₊ the type to completely switch up in the bedroom! he may seem shy and reserved but he knows his effect on you (and uses that to his advantage) 1000% pleases you first

༘ ✧₊ “i hate you (affectionately)” and “no, you love me🤭” type of relationship! lots of teasing but oh my god, are you guys just blissfully in love

༘ ✧₊ keeps a picture of you both as his wallpaper!! he may be shy but he’s proud to say that you’re his 🫶🏼

༘ ✧₊ sings you to sleep when you can’t sleep at night or when you happen to stay up too late! most likely tells you about how yawning is contagious too 😭

༘ ✧₊ instagram bf!! takes ALL of your pics and hypes you up by saying things such as, “you’re so …” and “you look gorgeous.” basically, you have him forgetting words and blushing so hard 🤭

༘ ✧₊ insta bf BUT the camera never eats first! you can take food pics of him drinking a shake or smth but you both have a rule about eating before pics! he takes pictures of you when he thinks you’re cute (i.e. mid chew and 0.5) (also these are the pics he keeps for himself and puts in a special album) he’s very in love, okay?

༘ ✧₊ lastly, i genuinely think he looks up to his dad a lot, so he wants his relationship to be just as strong and lasting as his parents are. he probably views falling in love as an incredibly special bond, and often looks at his parents and thinks, “one day, i want a person who can love me and lean on me in hard times but i can also do the same when i have a hard time.”

༘ ✧₊ 10000000/10 green flag! if you have him, don’t let him go. ever.

[aventurineswife]

HEYY!! I just wanted to start off by saying i absolutely ADORE your work 🫶 also i have never requested before so i hope im doing this correctly lolol 😭

Could i please request a teen reader with parental figure! Aventurine?? I was thinking maybe the reader could be like Ratio's student but they don't like him all that much, so when they meet Aventurine they sorta cling to him instead. The reader follows him around, loves to give him hugs or presents, just very affectionate overal.

I feel like that'd be sooo cute. The whole Dad!Aventurine thing has been stuck in my head for days now.

Anyways, thank you!!

The Gambler’s Heart

Summary: Disillusioned by Ratio's cold, clinical demeanor, you find yourself drawn to Aventurine, one of the IPC's enigmatic Ten Stonehearts. Captivated by his charisma and warmth, you begin following him everywhere, showering him with affection, hugs, and small gifts. Though caught off guard at first, Aventurine grows into a reluctant yet protective parental figure, finding solace in the bond you share. As you help him confront his own vulnerabilities, Aventurine realizes that sometimes, the best gambles are the ones that involve the heart.

Tags: Aventurine x Reader, Teen!Reader, Parental Figure Aventurine, Found Family, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff and Angst, Mentorship, Emotional Vulnerability, Protective Parental Figure.

Warnings: Mentions of past trauma (Aventurine's backstory), Light angst (themes of self-worth and vulnerability), Mild language and references to intense emotions.

A/N: OMG THANK YOU!! 🤭💖 ALSO, DON'T WORRY YOU DID PERFECT FOR A FIRST REQ, AND I HONESTLY LOVED THIS AND I HOPE YOU TOO!!💕

The first time you met Aventurine, it was like stepping onto a stage where the lead actor suddenly took notice of you. He was magnetic, his voice weaving through the room with a charisma that demanded attention. But what caught you wasn’t his charm—it was the warmth in his gaze, a flicker of something genuine beneath the layers of practiced bravado.

Ratio had introduced you as his “protégé,” though you hated the label. Ratio was cold, clinical, and calculating in a way that left you feeling more like a pawn than a student. His mentorship, if you could call it that, felt transactional—like he was shaping you into a tool for his own ends. So when Aventurine strolled into the room, all flair and easy smiles, you latched onto him like he was a lifeline.

“Ah, Ratio’s ward,” Aventurine greeted, his eyes glinting with intrigue as he looked you over. “Tell me, do they teach you how to smile in his classroom, or is that considered extracurricular?”

You couldn’t help the laugh that bubbled out of you, surprised by his wit. Ratio scowled, but Aventurine only winked.

From that moment on, you decided you liked Aventurine far more than Ratio.

Weeks later, Your affection for Aventurine blossomed quickly, and to everyone’s surprise—his included—you made a habit of sticking to his side whenever he was around.

“Gambler, you’ve got a shadow,” Ratio remarked one afternoon, his tone clipped as he gestured at you trailing after Aventurine through the IPC’s marble-floored halls.

“I don’t mind,” Aventurine replied, grinning down at you as you walked beside him. “Every gambler needs a lucky charm, after all.”

You beamed at that, practically skipping to keep up with his long strides.

It wasn’t just his charisma or the way he made you laugh that drew you to him. Aventurine had a knack for making you feel seen. When Ratio barked orders or critiqued your every move, Aventurine would swoop in with a sly quip or a kind word, diffusing the tension with an ease that left you in awe.

You started bringing him small gifts—things that reminded you of him. A shiny card-shaped pendant you found at a market. A peacock feather pen. Once, you even baked him cookies, though they turned out slightly burnt. He ate them anyway, ruffling your hair as he said, “Risky move, kid. I like it.”

But your favorite moments were the hugs. You weren’t sure why you started hugging him—it just felt natural, like he was a safe harbor in a stormy sea. At first, Aventurine seemed caught off guard by your affection, his body stiffening slightly before he returned the gesture. Over time, though, he grew accustomed to it, even leaning into your embraces.

“You’re gonna spoil me, kid,” he teased one evening after you wrapped your arms around him in the middle of the crowded mess hall.

“Good,” you replied, grinning up at him. “You deserve it.”

At first, Aventurine wasn’t sure what to make of you. He’d never been anyone’s role model—not intentionally, anyway. His reputation as one of the Ten Stonehearts painted him as a man of ambition, not affection. But you… You were different.

He saw pieces of himself in you—the yearning for connection, the fear of failure lurking behind your determined eyes. It was in the way you hesitated before speaking up, as if bracing for criticism, and in the way your shoulders relaxed when he offered a kind word.

You reminded him of a younger version of himself, before the world had stripped him down and rebuilt him into something harder, sharper. Protecting you, in some small way, felt like protecting the part of himself he thought he’d lost.

It was late in the evening, the halls quiet as Aventurine worked in his office, poring over the latest reports from Penacony. He barely noticed when you slipped in, carrying a steaming cup of tea you’d made for him.

“Hey, kid,” he greeted without looking up. “Burn the midnight oil too often and you’ll end up with bags under your eyes like Ratio.”

You set the cup down beside him and leaned against his desk. “I wanted to check on you. You’ve been working a lot lately.”

He paused, finally meeting your gaze. There it was again—that unwavering concern you always showed him, as if you truly believed he was worth worrying about.

“I’m fine,” he said, but the words felt hollow even to him.

You frowned, crossing your arms. “You don’t have to pretend with me, you know. You always say I’m your lucky charm, but you’re mine too.”

Aventurine stared at you for a moment, the weight of your words settling over him. Slowly, he reached out and placed a hand on your shoulder, his usual smirk softening into something more genuine.

“Thanks, kid,” he said quietly. “That means more than you know.”

That night, as Aventurine watched you doze off on the couch in his office, wrapped in a blanket(aka his coat) he’d draped over you, he felt something he hadn’t in a long time—a sense of peace. For all the gambles he’d taken in life, this one—letting you into his heart—felt like the best bet he’d ever made.

[lowkeyrobin]

hiii! hope you’re having a good day/night/whatever :D i was wondering if you could do something where the reader was fives (almost ?) s/o and then after learning about him and lila theyre upset. and then reader and diego sort of bond over the feeling and find solace in their friendship with each other. i mean this in like a thing for diego sort of way, the five thing is just a backstory. sorry if this is hard to understand english is hard

oooo okay this is cool!! ; and don't worry it's not hard to understand at all! your English is very good 🫶 ; but we are gonna pretend five wasn't trapped in his teenage body for all the time reader would've known him or wtv 💀 cause the physical and mental gap between diego and five is diabolical and idk how else to make it not weird. I usually say and enforce that I won't recognize the five/lila thing as canon but this is relevant to the story and I need diego requests lol. ; but uh yeah!! thank you for requesting, I hope you enjoy!! ; also the ending part lowkey sucks I'm sorry

DIEGO HARGREEVES ; it's called moving on

summary ; after Five and Lila get trapped in the subway, they have a double affair on you and Diego. after saving the world, you both bond over it and move on (to each other)

warnings ; language, cheating, arguing / physical fighting, knives, alcohol

disclaimers ; five is in the physical body of a 30-ish year old to make this not creepy as hell on any parts. I have a distinct hatred for whatever tf happened w Lila and Five so don't expect to see anything nice about them... ; also reader is a sparrow, didn't wanna get incest-y in here...

word count ; 1.5k

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Klaus, Allison, and Luther sit on the couch, watching over the kids while you and Diego rush to the door. Five and Lila had been MIA for hours now, you were both growing worried. Luckily, it was them standing at the doorstep.

"Where've you been?" Diego asks, slightly worried. "It's been hours"

"Seven, at that" you raise an eyebrow at Five. "You've never just gone MIA for that long. Did you find anything out on how to stop all this shit? Cause we did"

Five is unable to look you in the eye. "Uh, not really. What'd you learn?"

"Well, for one, Dad's alive, so is our mother... I think?" you begin, pulling him inside. "She's not really our mom, but she's Dad's wife, or whatever. Our actual birth mother's are alive in this timeline. And your Ben died because your Reginald shot him in the head! We think fate is coming together cause my Ben and Jennifer are together and we have to stop them-"

Diego and Lila step in behind you, joining you all in the living room. Lila's family stand in the kitchen, coming together to make some Christmas dinner food for the upcoming days. You can't help but notice both Five and Lila can't look you in the eye, how they look tired and haven't spoken damn near a word.

You four stand in the middle of the living room, shoes off to Lila's family's rules, your socks digging into the carpet. Allison, Luther, and Klaus part their attention between the kids and you four.

Diego looks down at Lila's wrist, seeing a glare from the sunlight outside on something she was wearing. He quickly grabs her wrist, confused of what she could've been wearing, as she didn't like bracelets, at least not store bought ones. She wouldn't have gone on a run to get herself a bracelet, right? I mean, what?

Diego furrows his brows at her while you press a chaste kiss to Five's forehead.

"I thought you hated bracelets?" Diego mutters, grabbing the attention of the siblings who sit on the couch.

Lila looks at him with fake confusion, trying to brush it off. "No, I don't"

"Yeah, you do" Diego nods. "I got you one for Valentine's Day and you traded it in for a Dyson vacuum."

You and Five look to Diego and Lila, listening in.

Lila is silent. "I don't like store bought ones. I kept the bracelet you made for me in that mental institution"

She had him on that one.

"Who made it, then?" Diego asks firmly.

She's silent. Five looks away from Diego.

Diego looks to him, then back at Lila. He frees Lila's wrist from his grasp, staring Five down. You look between him, Diego, and Lila, connecting the dots.

"Five?" You question, eyebrows furrowed, your voice unsure.

Diego reaches for his back pocket.

Five stuffs his hands in his pockets, head held low.

"Is there something going on between you two?" Diego asks nervously, looking between Five and Lila.

"Diego-" Lila speaks

"Holy shit, wow" Diego scoffs, looking down at her.

Klaus' jaw drops, Luther and Allison beside him share shocked expressions. You look back at the three, unable to react as you're caught frozen in the moment.

"Woah"

"Holy shit"

"I didn't see that one coming"

"Holy shit, I was right" Diego looks between the two, "I knew you were cheating on me!"

You shove Five into the wall, far enough away from the TV and the kids to not effect them physically. Diego hurls a knife at him, just missing his skull by a few centimeters, a purposeful act. He merely did it to scare Five. The knife creates a hole in the wall and a loud thudding noise that catches the family's attention.

Diego turns his attention back to Lila, you looking over your shoulder to listen. "I knew you were cheating on me at that book club"

Lila sighs. "I wasn't cheating on you... not when you thought I was"

You turn back to Five, lips slightly parted, your expression soft yet heavy. He isn't able to speak a word to you. He steps away from the stabbed wall, walking toward you. He reaches for you and you push him away.

"Y/n-"

"No!" you shudder, then speak firmly. "Get away." you back away toward Diego, unable to look at him.

"Maybe we should go-" Luther speaks, seeing how the three were witnessing an awful thing right now.

"No, we're not going anywhere" Allison replies, an arm over him to prevent him from going anywhere.

Diego steps forward, looking at Five in the eye. "Five, did you s-k-r-e-w my wife?" he spells out 'screw' since a bunch of kids under thirteen sit no more than six feet away.

"Screw is spelled s-c-r-e-w" Grace chimes in with a smile, unaware of the situation because of her small little mind.

Klaus snorts, failing at holding back laughter. Allison bites her tongue while Luther deeply sighs, keeping his laughter at bay.

Five bites his lip before slowly nodding.

"What the fuck?!" you exclaim, slinging a quick punch to his face, causing his nose to bleed.

He groans, holding a hand to his nose. He doesn't rebute, knowing he deserved that and much more.

"Are you kidding me?" you question, looking between Five and Lila. "What the actual shit is wrong with you two?!"

Lila's family peers through the kitchen door, halfway understanding what you all were saying as they weren't perfectly fluent with English. You wished you could speak Punjabi to tell them how their daughter cheated and how your boyfriend was a fucking homewrecker.

"Y/n, please," Lila speaks, trying to calm you, holding a hand out to you.

You slap her hand away, and back up toward the siblings on the couch. Klaus holds a hand over his mouth, Luther watches in silence, Allison bites her tongue.

"You're fucking unbelievable."

You cut contact with Five, Diego cut most contact with Lila and kept the kids 70% of the time. Lila paid child support, the extent of their conversations other than the kids.

It'd been a few years since your brother had to be killed. You'd been struggling a lot. In between Ben's death and the whole Five and Lila thing, you weren't okay, you didn't think you ever would be.

Most the family didn't talk to either one after the whole incident. They'd luckily sided with you and Diego. Allison still talked to Lila, but she'd created herself a whole new life, so the two didn't talk that much.

Life moves on, shit happens.

You lived near Diego, the two of you often going out with the kids to still create some sort of happy family dynamic for them. From lunch to movies, to road trips and rollercoasters, you'd do anything for those kids. You felt so bad knowing there was no way to repair Diego and Lila's relationship, wishing the kids got to have more time as a proper family.

Diego sat with you on the couch, no kids in trail this time. They were with Lila this weekend. Fruity concoctions rest in your hands, the television in front of you playing some dumbass action movie.

"People clearly don't like three children on the man they're going on a date with," Diego chuckles. "My kids come first, sorry."

You smile. "At least you're humbled and know what you're living for, what's important."

He raises an eyebrow, confused about what you're implying.

You see that look and clarify. "I dunno what I'm living for anymore. My brother's dead. My ex cheated on me and all I feel is fucking angry day in and day out. I don't know anymore"

Diego's face grows soft. "Moving on isn't easy."

You nod. "It's harder to do it alone"

He's silent for a moment before speaking up. "Maybe we don't have to do it alone?"

You raise an eyebrow. "What're you implying, Di?"

He shrugs, looking into your eyes. "Whatever you want to think I'm implying"

"...but the kids, that's gonna be so confusing-"

"You love the kids. I know you do. Otherwise, you wouldn't have been on all these adventures with us, you wouldn't have asked me yourself to make plans and come over. I know you feel the way I do."

You're both quiet, thinking over your own and the other's words.

"Maybe" you shrug.

"Maybe? I'm allowed to get my hopes up?"

"Calm down, pal" you chuckle. "Not so soon, let's like... ask the kids. I'd feel bad not asking how they felt. They're my priority, they come before us"

Diego nods. "Glad you feel that way. We should get married ASAP." he chuckles, nudging you with his shoulder.

You smile, taking a sip of your beverage. "Feels wrong to even think about this, y'know?"

"It's called moving on. It's normal, I promise"

[starsxblazing]

Could i request and azriel fic where he had a crush on reader for years but didn’t act on it because he wss fixated on this whole three brothers and three sisters thing. But he realised that he and elain don’t have anything in common so they stay friends and he tells her about reader. When he sees her again she had a child with another illyrian but they aren’t together. Her son is maybe 2-3 years old, he starts to spend more time with her as friends but he knows that he still loves her. The bond snaps for him but he doesn’t say anything yet. He basically moved her into his home because he wants them to be together every minute. (Some dadaz and son time would be cute. ) They all sit at dinner with the inner circle and readers son calls him dad, cassian and rhys are both happy for their brother and thats when the bond also snaps for reader. Just fluff and daddy az ? Where he shows him how to fly and tell the babe how he is going to be a big brother.

That may be long, so if you don’t want to write something that long, then thats also fine 🫶🏼

a/n: I can't say enough just how much I love seeing the batboys being fathers

Azriel x Reader

Yours Truly

Azriel hated going to the war camps and always avoided it whenever he could. Despite his feelings, Rhysand had ordered him to go with Cassian to check in with them since the war was drawing closer. He glanced around as they made their way into the heart of the camp, noting the variety of women and children scattered about. There were far more here than at any of the other camps and whereas all Illyrians treated their women horribly, it wasn’t as bad here. 

He sat back in the meeting and let Cassian do the talking, being merely backup if it was needed. It was all that he could do to keep his attention on the conversation but his need to leave had him restless. No sooner than his brother could turn to leave the tent, Azriel beat him to it. They all knew how he felt so Cassian continued on behind him in silence as they gauged the training.

They hadn’t made it halfway to the training rings before a body collided with his. He took a step back before kneeling down and extending a hand to help. When you looked up at him, he noted the beauty in you that was much different than any other Illyrian female. You smiled sheepishly at him but placed your hand into his. His eyes scanned over you briefly and hoped that you didn’t notice it but when he met your gaze again, you were grinning. It took him off guard because everyone in the camps usually shied away from him but here you were, unafraid of his intimidating stare.

“Thank you,” you said breathlessly.

“You’re welcome,” he mumbled as his eyes locked on your hand that you hadn’t pulled away.

“I’m Y/N.” You gave him a smile that he could have sworn was apologetic. “Sorry about-”

“Y/N!!” 

You spun on your heels to see the male calling your name. He watched your body go tense and could taste the fear coming off of you in waves. There were similarities between you and the male and judging by the scowl, you weren’t treated well at home. The male grabbed your wrist with an iron grip that caused you to wince and he instantly bristled in anger. This was one of the main reasons that he hated being around other Illyrians.

“I was just going to-”

“I hope you had the good decency to apologize for your carelessness,” the male growled as he pulled on you.

He wasn’t sure why it was you in particular that he suddenly felt so protective of but chalked it up to the fact that he usually didn’t see the mistreatment right in front of him. Without thinking, he wrapped his hand around the male’s wrist with a force that had him immediately letting go. A growl escaped him and the man that he assumed was your father stumbled backwards.

“You can leave,” he snapped and the male had enough of his own sense to scurry away.

“Thank you,” you whispered, your voice soft as you rubbed your wrist.

“Pleased to be of service,” he replied drily, earning another smile from you.

“I really didn’t mean to run into you.”

Glancing behind him, Cassian had disappeared and he wasn’t sure if he had seen the interaction. It didn’t matter either way but he suddenly didn’t have the urge to leave. There was something about you that had him debating whether he should leave or not, knowing that you would suffer repercussions once you returned home. You shifted your body when he glanced at your wings. 

“Do you want to fly?” he asked suddenly, surprised with himself for such an outburst.

“I- Uh- Can’t,” you mumbled, the words almost incoherent. 

“With me,” he corrected.

Azriel watched you carefully and felt hope blossom within him when you turned to look behind you. There was a hopefulness in your eyes but the reluctance was written in your body. A silent sigh of relief passed his lips when you nodded slightly. He chuckled when he grabbed you quickly and shot into the air and a quiet scream left you. 

Once he leveled out in the air, your eyes immediately scanned the landscape with awe and wonder on your face. It eased some part of his heart that he hadn’t realized had tightened as he watched. There was no questioning the peace that you were now feeling for a partial experience of what you could never have yourself.

You had difficulty tearing your eyes away from the beautiful scenery as you flew in the spymaster’s arms. It was no secret who he and the general were and you had felt embarrassed that you had run into him. Surprisingly, there was no fear of him that most people had but you did feel safe for a change in his arms. Not to mention the fact that you had been even more surprised when he had scared your father off. Nobody had ever bothered to protect you and your opinion of the Night Court leaders were heightened just for that alone. 

Your father was in one of his moods and nothing that you did was right in his opinion no matter if he had been drinking or not. He had screamed at you for fifteen minutes but as soon as he raised his hand, you sprinted through the door. It all led you to being able to fly even if it wasn’t your own doing before Azriel landed on top of one of the mountains.

“This is beautiful.” 

Your breath puffed in front of you before being swept off by the wind as you stared in awe. When you looked back at him, he was watching you intently and you suddenly felt self conscious. You gave him a small smile that he returned but his gaze never left you, even as he moved closer. Warmth rolled off of him from the few inches that he left between you both and you found so much comfort in it. You couldn’t remember the last time that you felt this way and your heart begged you not to let him leave.

Thankfully, he didn’t seem to be in a hurry to get anywhere else and you ended up sitting up under a snow covered tree while he asked you questions about your life. You had been so lost in conversation that you didn’t notice at first when his hand wrapped gently around yours. The small act caused your heart to race and you had no interest in pulling it away.

Time passed you by too quickly for your liking despite the fact that enough had gone by for the sun to now be descending in the sky. By the time that he was gathering you in his arms, you were praying to the Mother that he would come back to see you again.

Azriel brushed Cassian off when he returned home and his brother began to interrogate him. He didn’t want to talk about how he was feeling, especially not when he had to figure it out himself. A quiet nagging in his heart wouldn’t let him leave without knowing more about you and he hated having to leave you alone.

He returned to the camp at any opportunity that he had and lost more sleep than he could keep up with just to see you. If what he felt for Mor was love, then what he felt for you was indescribable. It surpassed reason but he couldn’t stay away, not even when he began questioning Elain’s mating bond. The entire situation didn’t make any sense to him, especially when he felt sour when he thought about it.

“Oh, gods!”

His heart skipped a beat at the sound of your voice. He had just gotten back from rescuing Elain from Hybern’s army and the last person that he expected to see was you as he was being forced into one of the healing tents for his injuries. You watched him with caution, tears lining your eyes while you took in every injury that he had. It caused his heart to clench as his love for you spread through him. 

“What are you doing here?” The question came out as if he was out of breath, as if he hadn’t had time to come down from the adrenaline rush. “We’re in the middle of a-”

“War? Yea, I noticed,” you replied, staring pointedly at him. “I’m here helping out. I’m nothing spectacular but I can still help with some parts of the healing process.”

Your words hit him like a stone to the chest. He wanted so badly for you to see yourself differently but he was momentarily stunned into silence as you approached him. You knelt before him and began the process of washing the blood off of him. Every touch was surprisingly gentle even though he could barely think through the close proximity. It didn’t make much sense to him since the both of you were always close together whenever he visited but it was somehow different this time.

“You are.” His throat felt tight and the burning in his eyes started when he remembered that you were treated horribly by his own people. “More than you know.”

Your eyes flicked to his and there were still unshed tears in your eyes. He watched your throat bob before you ducked your head down to continue cleaning and wrapping his injuries. There was nothing that he wouldn’t give to know what you were thinking but he didn’t have time to question you before Rhysand walked in.

“Y/N?” The High Lord raised a brow at her as she looked sheepishly at him. “I thought you were going to bed.”

“Well, I was but I heard Thesan saying that someone was injured and a healer was coming so I thought that I’d help out.” All of the words escaped you all in one breath as you shifted in what he assumed was worry. “I didn’t think it would hurt to help one more person.”

“You’ve been working hard all day,” his brother replied gently, his eyes darting between the two of you. “Although I have to admit that my shadowsinger is in good hands.”

“I’m doing all that I can,” you laughed quietly, the sound causing his heart to clench. “I promise I’m done for the night once I’m done here.”

The High Lord nodded, his face still tender but when you looked away, there was mischief in his eyes. Azriel blocked it out and his attention refocused fully on you. His injuries weren’t as bad as he thought and definitely weren’t anywhere near as bad as his wings were. She took note of said wings before meeting his gaze. 

“I wish I could do something to help,” you muttered. “I wish I had some form of special healing magic and-”

“You’re special just as you are.”

Your eyes went wide in surprise and despite his pain, he stood and pulled you up with him. He pulled you into him, enjoying your warmth against him that suddenly had him feeling ten times better. There was an underlying feeling that he couldn’t describe pulling at his heart and he was content to stay like this for the rest of his life. 

It wasn’t until Elain suddenly returned to his mind that he pulled away. In no way would it be fair to you to string you along whenever he was sure that the Cauldron had been wrong. He took a step back and the sudden pain in your gaze had him taking a deep breath.

“You really should get some rest,” he mumbled as he took a few more steps back to place distance between the both of you. “Thank you for your help.”

A simple nod was all that he got before you ran from the tent, taking a piece of his heart along with you.

You couldn’t wrap your head around what the shift in Azriel was about. His heart had picked up its pace just before he pulled away from you. It was unusual for him to do so unless it was time for you to part ways but something about it was different this time. The feeling felt more like a goodbye and it was one thing in particular that you had a hard time swallowing.

“Hey, Y/N!”

You turned to see who was calling for you and it was the exceptionally good looking Illyrian that had flirted with you earlier while you tended to his minor wounds. A thought passed your mind that you would enjoy the attention from him in hopes that it would drive your thoughts away from the shadowsinger. 

“You look like you’re healing well,” you laughed, suddenly feeling shy as his full attention stayed on you as he moved closer.

“I think I have one that needs to be rewrapped if you don’t mind taking a look at it.”

You knew what the underlying meaning was and you also knew that it was wrong. Despite that, you followed him to the tent with the intention to forget and chase away the weight that came with war.

The male was already gone from his tent the next morning and you were surprised that you had slept in a bit longer than you meant to. By the time you were up and dressed, you could hear the war beginning. You simply stood with the other healers and waited and watched with both dread and hope.

There was so much work to be done when it was over that you didn’t have time to look for the male that you had so desperately fallen in love with. It did hurt your heart a bit when you were told that both your father and brother had died in the war but you weren’t particularly sorry for it. There was even a tinge of pain when the male that you had fallen into bed with was announced deceased as well.

You made a half hearted attempt to look for Azriel but had given up when it seemed like he had disappeared. If nothing else told you that it was truly an act of farewell, the fact that he was staying hidden from you did. With a sigh, you followed one of your close friends back to your camp.

It was strange returning home to an empty house but there was a sense of relief knowing that you would no longer be critiqued about every little thing that you did. A passing thought of being forced unwillingly into a marriage crossed your mind. That thought officially left your mind a month later when your best friend, Iris, found you on the outskirts of the camp by the bushes as you lost your stomach for the third time that day. 

“You’re..” The sound of Iris sniffing came from behind you as the female rubbed your back soothingly. “You’re pregnant.”

“What!?”

You spun so quickly that it had your head spinning and you vomited yet again. High Fae had an incredibly hard time having children but it appeared that the lesser ones didn’t. Azriel came to your mind again, the thought of him hurting you just as much as before. There wasn’t a day that went by that you didn’t think about him and it didn’t tear your heart into. 

You were foolish to think that someone as important and special as he was to actually want you just as much as you wanted him. Even if he had, you highly doubted that he would now that you were carrying a deceased male’s child. That thought also hurt because your child would grow up without a father and be shunned because he was a bastard child.

Iris was there for you throughout the entire pregnancy no matter what was said about either of you. She was a great friend and you couldn’t be any more thankful for her. She was due to be wed a week before you gave birth and for that, you were thankful as well. 

The labor was long and hard but thankfully successful either way and as you held your newborn son in your hands, you felt a love like no other in the world. 

Azriel had questioned Elain’s mating bond for four years and even after that, he fell in love with her. Or at least he thought that he had. He had been sure that he was the one meant for her since his brothers had been mated to the female’s sisters. Most of the time, he sat in the garden with her while she chatted away in happiness. There had been a change in her over the last couple of months as she began to spend time with her mate. 

He didn’t have much in common with her and no matter how much time had passed, he still couldn’t get you off of his mind. He felt horrible for disappearing on you without a word but at the time, he felt that it was the best course of action. You deserved to be loved and appreciated but what you deserved more was an explanation. He had never been good with expressing his emotions but he should have tried harder with you.

“- And Lucien says that the scenery in Spring Court is beautiful.”

His thoughts of you had tuned out Elain’s one sided conversation but the fact that she was talking about her mate and not him made him feel at ease. He hoped that he wouldn’t be breaking her heart as he had undoubtedly done yours. Then again, there was also the possibility that you may have very well been married off since your father and brother had passed in the war. You deserved happiness but he desperately wanted to be the one to give that to you.

“Where have your thoughts gone to?” Elain asked, watching him with a curious gaze. 

“I met someone a few years back,” he admitted quietly while gauging her reaction.

“A she?”

“Yes.”

Elain fell silent but it wasn’t filled with tension as he had dreaded that it would be. Instead, she appeared thoughtful before her gaze fell upon him again, eyes full of questions. He didn’t know how much information that he would give her but he felt the sudden need to talk about you to someone. Anyone. 

“Who is she?” she finally asked, setting down her gardening tool to give him her full attention.

“Y/N.” Your name falling past his lips had him ready to shoot into the skies and fly to you as fast as he could. “I met her in one of the camps before the war.”

“And you love her.” It wasn’t a question but a frown fell on her face. “Why haven’t you said anything to anyone?”

“She deserves better.” A half lie but a shiver ran up his spine as he forced himself to be vulnerable. “She has probably found it after all of these years.”

“You’re a great male,” Elain reassured, giving him a small smile. “My opinion may not matter much but I think that you should at least go talk to her.”

He took a few moments to ponder his choices and what he could possibly say to you to make things better. Elain watched him with that same reassuring smile so he took to the skies before he could think any more about it. His heart pounded hard in his chest during the entire flight, his nerves on edge for whatever could happen.

There were many wary glances thrown in his direction when he landed but he paid them no mind as he let his intuition guide him to you. His first stop was your home and unfortunately, you didn’t answer the door. As he turned back to head back towards the heart of the camp, he was truly beginning to wonder if you had married. The thought hurt but he deserved it if that was the case. 

No sooner than he reached the first market stall, the faintest hint of your scent filled his senses. His eyes scanned the small crowd and quickly found you with a small child by your side, a hand gripped tightly around yours. As if you could sense him, your wide eyes met his and it was in that moment that you overtook all of his senses.

The Illyrians around him faded into nothing as that golden thread that now bound the two of you together shined brightly on his end. You gave him a small, shy smile but didn’t make a move to step closer. He let his gaze drift to the child as you picked him up and he noted everything about him quickly. 

The boy had every feature of an Illyrian so to him, it meant that you had moved on. He didn’t deserve the explanation that he wanted but found himself hopeful whenever you walked towards him. Instead of directly addressing him, you simply nodded your head to your home. He followed closely behind while glaring at anyone who dared look at you too long or with disdain.

“We haven’t seen you or Cassian in a while,” you started as the three of you entered the home and sat the boy down. “Come to check on training?”

“I came to see you,” he admitted, shifting on his feet in his nervous state. “I didn’t- I didn’t handle it right.”

“Go play, sweetheart,” you muttered to the boy who did as told before you turned back to him. “I get it. I’m not-”

“You are everything,” he growled softly once he was close enough to cup your face. “I was foolish to let you go.”

“Az-”

“No.” His voice was thick again from his throat tightening, his nerves at an all time high as the bond sang inside of him. “I love you and I always have. But you deserve so much better.”

“I could say the same about you,” you whispered as tears lined your eyes again. “Nobody wants a female with a bastard son much less an Illyrian female with one.”

“He’s beautiful,” he murmured. “Any male would be foolish for letting you go. Just as I was.”

“You deserve better and-”

Azriel cut her off by crashing his lips to hers and his heart warmed at how you melted into him. He had come with the intention to win you back at all costs only to find out that you were his mate. It truly was a feeling like no other, an experience that could never be described without doing it justice. Little feet could be heard so you pulled back quickly and place a few feet of distance between the two of you.

“Mama.” The boy peered curiously around the corner, eyes moving between the both of you. “Who’s that?”

“Aeden, this is Azriel.” You smiled tenderly at the boy before looking at him. “Az, this is Aeden.”

“Hey!” Aeden exclaimed happily but turned back to his mother. “Eat and fly!”

“We can eat,” you laughed softly, stretching your hand out towards him. “We can look again for someone to help you fly.”

His heart was now a puddle on the floor. You had a son that more than likely didn’t know a thing about flying at his young age. Aeden’s Illyrian instincts were already screaming at him to learn how to fly and there was seemingly no one to teach him. His brain began nagging him but he wasn’t sure how to voice what he wanted to say.

“There’s no one that will help him fly?” he asked quietly when you joined him on the couch while the boy ate.

“No,” you answered with an equally quiet tone. “Nobody quite wants to be around us due to the circumstances. Not even my best friend’s husband.”

“Come to Velaris.” The words escaped him before he had time to realize what he was thinking. “You would both be loved and me, Cass, and Rhys can teach him how to fly. He’d love Nyx.”

You assessed him for a moment and placed a quick kiss against his lips before your son could see. Relief flooded through him when you nodded your head, leaving him feeling better than he had ever before in his life.

You stood in the foyer of the place that Azriel called home, contemplating everything that had led you here. It wasn’t that you weren’t grateful and appreciated his offer but it was because of how out of place that you felt. A townhouse was somewhere that you would have never guessed that you would ever call home. You had barely had time to agree before the shadowsinger was reassuring you tenderly all while offering to help you pack up what was needed.

He had promised that there would be better belongings waiting for you and he hadn’t lied. You were surprised to learn that the High Lord and Lady themselves had gone out of their way to buy both you and your son some things that you needed. Something within you nagged you about the generous charity that it felt like but as you watched your son get settled, all of that went away without a trace.

“Where am I supposed to sleep?” you asked later that night, for some reason dreading the answer.

“You have a room there.” He pointed to a guest room beside Aeden’s. “Or..”

“Or what?” You raised an eyebrow at him. “Are you suggesting that I can sleep with you?”

“If- If you-” Azriel tripping over his words with a new wave of nervousness was somewhat amusing. “If you want.”

You gave him a small smile, touching his shoulder in reassurance before checking in on your son. Anticipation shot through you as you relaxed in the bath, contemplating your two options. There hadn’t been a moment of peace since you had given birth and hoped that the new environment would keep the three year old in his own bed that night. Once you were clean, you took a deep breath before knocking on the door and stepping past the threshold of his bedroom.

“I was wondering if your offer still stands,” you muttered quietly as heat rose in your cheeks.

“Please.”

There was something in his underlying plea that had your feet moving but you stopped at the edge of the bed. He watched you with patience and ended up pulling you down into the bed next to him. A laugh slipped past you as he pulled you so close into him that there wasn’t an inch separating the both of you. 

“I don’t bite,” he murmured, burying his face into your hair.

“And if I wanted you to?” you countered with a coy smirk.

“That could be arranged.”

A devilish grin spread across his face before he had you on your back and it earned him a quiet laugh. You weren’t sure how long he made love to you and worshiped you in a way that no one ever had before. There were too many ‘I love yous’ passed between the both of you for you to keep up with but it had you feeling complete for the first time in your life.

You had no way to know what time it was or how long that you had slept but when you awoke, Aeden was in the bed and curled up next to Azriel. The sight had your heart fluttering in your chest so you simply laid back down and snuggled up to the pair.

A month felt as if it passed by in a blur. Azriel had waited a week before introducing you and your son to the family, seemingly impatient to teach Aeden how to fly. There were so many mornings that your son sat in your love’s lap while they read and you cooked breakfast. It was a sight that you knew that you would never get tired of seeing. 

It wasn’t until you watched Azriel and Cassian making progress with Aeden after three months did you realize what true happiness was. Cassian was silly and had jokes when it came to helping the boy all while Azriel fretted like a mother hen. Feyre had mentioned once that it looked as if the male saw your son as his own and it was all that you see when you looked at him.

“He’s making really good progress.” 

You glanced beside you to the High Lady as you both prepared the food for the night. A frown fell on your face as you watched Aeden fall out of the air again only to be caught by Azriel. Your son truly had made progress but your heart pounded in your chest each time you watched him make a mistake and start falling quickly towards the ground.

“I’m used to seeing different versions of the males’ training so this is definitely new for me,” you sighed. “I know Az won’t let him get hurt but still.”

“I felt the same with Nyx.”

A smile was shared between the both of you as Elain joined to help finish up the meal. Anticipation and nervousness filled you as it came time for the entire Inner Circle to come together. You had met all of them already, of course, but it felt like a new test with having them all together.

“Ready to eat!” Aedan exclaimed as he ran through the door, covered in dirt with a small scratch on his face.

“Did you let my son fall?” you asked as you looked between Azriel and Cassian.

“I turned my back for one second-”

“He’s fine,” Cassian drawled, laughing hard when his brother elbowed him in the ribs for interrupting him. “Even Feyre took a few tumbles and she’s just fine.”

“That’s different,” you huffed, glancing at your friend in hopes that she would defend you but the female simply smiled.

You shook your head in defeat and ushered your son to his seat between you and Azriel. Aedan adored the shadowsinger and looked up to him in a way that he had never experienced before. At least that was what he had told you during a late night conversation. Conversation flowed easily thanks to the family that made you feel welcomed and loved just as the spymaster had promised. 

“Daddy!” Aeden exclaimed. “Want more!”

Your heart skipped a beat as your eyes went wide when you realized that your son had just called your boyfriend his father. It was unprovoked and something that hadn’t been talked about by any of them. You glanced at Azriel and as your eyes met his, your body went tense and loose all at once at the overwhelming new feeling.

“I was going to tell you,” he whispered gently with caution on his face as the bond sang between you.

All that you could do was grin cheesily at him. At that point and time, it didn’t matter that you hadn’t been informed. All that mattered was that you had found the one that you were made for and on top of that, loved your son unconditionally as well. Rounds of congratulations sounded around the both of you but you couldn’t think straight as your eyes refused to move from the hazel ones two seats across from you.

You had never thought that your life would be this good and you would go through all of the hell and heartbreak again if it meant being where you were now.

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hii, i hope you're having an amazing day :)

as a mentally ill peep myself, i love love your writing! plus you write frank's character so well and there are some pieces that i keep re-reading for comfort 🫶

if possible, i'd like to ask if you could write something where the reader has a really messed up relationship with her parents? like she loves them but has arguments with them pretty much every day and they have this habit of blaming her for everything, even if it's not her fault at all? i'd love to see how frank would be with the reader in a situation like that

thank you so much for all your work and sending love!!

BURN ALL THE MERCY OUT OF ME ➵ F. CASTLE

Summary: You have a complicated relationship with your parents, and Frank tries to support you during the toughest times.

Warnings: Verbally/emotionally abusive parents, hurt/comfort, feminine nicknames

Word count: 2k

Author’s note: Parents can suck so much sometimes. I’m really sorry you have to deal with this, anon! I’m sending you so much love too, I hope you like this <3

One thing Frank learned about you quickly was your complex relationship with your parents. When you were first getting to know each other, he bit his tongue in the belief that it wasn’t his place to be commenting on anything, but the closer that you got, the harder it became for him to stand aside and watch you get mistreated. You were such a patient, kind soul that he grew smitten with in a matter of moments, and he absolutely hated seeing the way your parents acted sometimes.

He knew families could be complicated and difficult, but still loved and important. That was the case with you, too — even though arguments with your parents were practically a daily occurrence, they were dear to you and you were unable to pull away from them. It was a delicate balance you couldn’t always manage, and as much became obvious to Frank as your relationship continued to bloom and grow.

It was something you just couldn’t get away from. Your tumultous bond had even come close to ruining a date with you and Frank, though the man had insisted he understood. Still, you still shuddered when you thought back to the night, you and him huddled up in the back of his truck with blankets and wine, and the bright, starry night sky above you for your entertainment.

It had been perfect, right up until the moment your parents started blowing up your phone.

”Sorry”, you gave Frank half a smile as you dug out your phone to turn the sound off, only to find your notifications blasted with messages from both your mom and dad. The sight made you nervous and you lingered, staring at the screen with familiar anxiety and guilt swirling in the pit of your stomach, and Frank was fast to pick up on it.

”Somethin’ wrong, sweetheart?” he questioned softly, not wanting to sound accusatory or too curious. You knew that, in fact, his gentle but gruff voice brought you solace and got you to snap out of your darkening thoughts.

”Yeah, it’s just— my mom, she’s…”, you stuttered, not sure how to even begin explaining the situation you had been dragged into, but you didn’t have the time when your phone started buzzing. ”And now she’s calling me”, you sighed, running your hand across your face as you hopped off of the truck, ”I’m sorry, I’ll be quick.”

Even though you put distance between you and Frank, the night was quiet enough for him to hear the shouting emerging from the other end of the phone. It left a heavy feeling in his chest, his jaw clenched as he watched you sniffle and shake. It made him want to hold you and shield you and push away anyone who dared to disturb the peace within you, but right now, all he could do was sit there and uneasily follow how you tried to defend yourself through the phone.

When you raised your voice, a surge of pride took over him — you really didn’t seem like the type to yell without reason, nor did you pick fights willingly, but he loved to see you at least try and stand up for yourself. It was in that moment that he realized you were used to it. This was a normal situation for you; you had already grown numb to these arguments, and that pained him immensely to understand. You deserved far better, and that was something he wanted you to hear out loud.

Once you hung up and returned to the truck, wiping your eyes and pretending like your mom hadn’t made you cry, Frank was quick to react. He helped you cuddle up to him, and once you were nestled into his arms, he took in a deep breath.

”Hey, listen, uh… I don’t wanna overstep, but ya know it ain’t right the way they treat you, right?” he noted carefully, trying to be respectful even if he felt strongly about it. He had fallen for you completely, but even if he hadn’t, he wouldn’t have wanted to see you hurt by anyone — but especially not your parents.

You shrugged, feeling a little embarrassed. ”It’s just how it’s always been. I know it sucks but they’re my parents”, you explained, not really sure how else to justify it. Of course, it hurt to be treated that way, but you didn’t know how to break that pattern after all these years.

”Christ, darlin’… I’m real sorry to hear that. No parent should ever be like that towards their kid. You ever wanna rant about it to me, ’m all ears”, he promised, looking down at you with sympathy shining in his eyes. It made you smile, and for the first time in a long while, you felt heard and appreciated.

Even though you felt like the date had been something of a disaster, it hadn’t scared Frank away. He stuck around, always wanting to see and hear more of you, and eventually, the string of date nights turned into sharing a bed and holding hands in public. Frank couldn’t imagine being called someone’s boyfriend, not after what he had already been and lost, but that was what he became and you couldn’t have been happier about it.

As you began dating, your problems with your parents persisted. Frank helped you set some boundaries, but that didn’t go well with your mother and father, who instantly labelled your new boyfriend as a bad influence who was trying to drive a wedge between you and your family. It wasn’t easy, trying to prove to Frank that you could do it but also maintaining the peace with your parents.

Still, like he had before, Frank tried to not get too involved — he was protective of you, but he couldn’t force you to cut off your parents. But when you came home in tears one day, he was pushed over the edge.

You slammed the door shut, hiccuping from the power of your cries, and within seconds, Frank was alerted from the bedroom where he had been changing the sheets. He knew you were going to visit your parents, and he wanted to make everything at home perfect for you to take off any excess stress, but you were back earlier than he had anticipated, which was enough to tip him off that something had gone wrong.

”Hey, hey, c’mere”, Frank rushed to your side, his arms winding around your figure to pull you into his chest. You crashed against him, sobbing freely into his shirt, and caressed your hair while softly swaying from side to side. ”Shh, sh, sh, it’s okay, sweetheart. I’m right here”, he comforted you, worry roaring inside him but he knew the most important thing right now was to calm you down before you’d spiral further.

Sniffling, you listened to the rumble of his voice in your ear and let it guide you out of the pain surrounding you. Your head throbbed from all the crying, but slowly, Frank got you to stop, the hurting still inside you but the tears ceasing their flow.

”There you go, attagirl. It’s aight. Wanna tell me what happened?” he inquired, approaching the subject caution to avoid making you cry more. Still, that innate concern and love he had for you pushed him to wonder in the hopes that he could do something to help.

”It was a mess. She was making dinner but ended up spilling the whole pot and she said it was because I distracted her. And then my dad got really mad and started yelling and next thing I know, they’re both screaming at me”, you explained with an obvious tremble in your voice, feeling so guilty. ”I just can’t do anything right, they always blame me for everything”, you added with a defeated sigh, pulling away from Frank enough to wipe your eyes and peel your coat off.

He watched you hang up your coat and take off your shoes, his anger starting to bubble up at what he was hearing. ”It ain’t your fault, baby, I promise. They’re actin’ like assholes for no reason. You do everythin’ for them and they should appreciate it so goddamn much more”, he insisted, his eyebrows knitted together and his arms folding over his chest.

”Thanks, Frankie”, you gave him a quiet smile before padding over to the kitchen for some water. He could tell you didn’t want to talk about it more, but he wasn’t satisfied.

”Alright. I’m headin’ out, sweetheart. I’ll be back shortly, promise”, he announced, pulling on his boots quickly and leaving the apartment after catching you in a deep, slow kiss. He hoped that the feeling of his lips on yours told you how much he cared about you, and how bad he felt for you, but in case it wasn’t enough, he made a quick decision to head over to your parents to speak his mind.

The whole drive there, he was seething on the inside. He had been determined not to intervene, but this was the last straw for him. He had watched them hurt you and ridicule you for months, and he wasn’t able to do it a second longer. They had a true gem in you, and the fact that they couldn’t see it drove Frank crazy. He, for one, was never going to take you for granted.

He arrived at your parents’ house and didn’t waste time in banging on the door. Your father opened it, and immediately tried to say something to protest Frank being there, but he cut him off before he could even get started.

”Nah, you listen to me. I’m gettin’ real sick of the way you’re treatin’ my girl. I want y’all to get your shit together and start appreciatin’ her for all that she does, ’cause she’s fuckin’ incredible. You don’t deserve her, but she’s willing to love you, anyway, and all you gotta do is love her back. For her sake, I hope one day she’s able to cut your sorry asses off but until then, I’mma make sure to defend her, you got that?” he raved on, feeling so hurt on your behalf. You had limitless patience for your parents and he couldn’t deny that he might have been the same way in your shoes, always one to put family first, but it wasn’t easy to watch from the sidelines.

”She’s the best thing to ever happen to me and I think it’s the same for you. So, cut her some goddamn slack, will you?” Frank finished, huffing in your father’s face before turning on his heel and stomping back to his truck. He wasn’t sticking around for a fight — all he wanted to do was stand up for you and that was that. He didn’t know if it was going to work, obviously, but he didn’t regret doing it. He felt like it had been necessary, like your parents really needed to hear it, even if it wasn’t coming from you. It was worth a shot, anyway.

He drove back home and once he made it inside the apartment, he found you curled up on the couch in front of the TV, no longer crying but clearly upset. His heart broke a little at the sight of you so sad, and he swiftly undid his boots, so that he could crawl up on the space next to you and pull you into his arms.

”Had a talk with your parents”, he spoke up, and you instinctively looked up at him, a surprised look on your face. ”Dunno if it’s gonna do anythin’, but I had to defend my girl. I feel real shitty about the way they treat you, sweetheart”, he elaborated, and slowly, a smile formed on your lips.

”You’re the best”, you whispered, dropping your head onto his shoulders. ”I know I shouldn’t let them but it’s hard to stand up to them. And it’s harder to even consider just turning my back on them”, you continued, and with an understanding nod, Frank pressed a kiss on the crown of your head.

”Yeah, baby, I know it is. You don’t gotta do anythin’

you don’t wanna. I support you either way, y’know that. I just hate to see you hurt”, he sighed, squeezing you tightly.

”Thank you. For everything. For being you”, you told him, genuine appreciation in your tone as you hugged his firm body.

Frank smiled, happy that his presence was enough to make you feel better. ”Love you, sweetheart. I got you.”

[emsdevs]

requesting a jack drury blurb where you and him have a daughter that absolutely despises hockey + jack is sad about it because that’s his only kid and he wanted to raise another hockey player🫶

a/n: here you go nonnie 🧡 I’m not the most familiar with Jack Drury, but I hope you still like it!

Jack had always thought that when he became a father, he’d get to have a little mini-me to teach about hockey. He thought they’d be able to bond over it, getting on the ice together and giggling about failed shots. When he did finally have a daughter, he was so ready for that to become his reality, but by the time she was big enough to learn to skate, he had to come to the harsh realization that wouldn’t be happening.

Evelyn was his pride and joy from the moment you gave birth to her, and as much as he loves you, Jack knew he’d never love anyone the way he loves his little Evie. He introduced into his world as much as he could, but as she got older, she decided she hated hockey. Unfortunately for Jack, that never really went away.

Now, he was dealing with a teenager who not only complained every time she had to attend one of his games but also left the room any time the topic of hockey came up. He didn’t understand what brought this hatred on, but it did break his heart. She was his babygirl, his only child. He wanted to share this important piece of his life with her, but it turns into an argument every time he tries. He had told you many times how he felt like Evie hated him, not the sport, and your heart breaks just the same every time. You���ve encouraged him to just have a conversation with her, but he swears it would just make it worse.

Tonight, Jack has a home, a rather important one considering it could determine Carolina’s playoff eligibility. He wants Evie to be there. You know he does, but you also know Evie will put up a fight. When that fight does happen, just after Jack wakes up from his pre game nap, it’s intense. After hearing her bedroom door slam, you try to comfort Jack, and when you think enough time has passed, you make him go talk to her in her room.

“Evie,” he knocks on her door quietly, “can I come in sweetie? I think we should talk.” He hears a muffled response from his daughter and takes it as the okay to come in. “Is there a specific reason you don’t want to come to my games? I’m not gonna make you go. I just wanna try to fix this.”

“It’s dumb,” Evelyn trails off, not sure she’s ready to let her dad in.

“I swear I won’t think it’s dumb. If it’s affecting you this much, it’s important to me.”

The girl sighs, “I just- Hockey takes you from me.” She says it so softly he’s not sure he heard her correctly. After noticing his questioning look, she continues, “You were gone all the time. You missed so much, and I remember so many birthdays where my only wish was to see you. Not celebrate with you a few days before or after. I wanted to see you on my birthday, but that rarely ever happened, and it’s still rare. I feel like you’ve missed out on so much of my life, and it’s all because of hockey. So why would I support that sport when it steals you away from me.”

Jack can feel his heart break seeing his daughter cry, especially knowing he’s the cause of those tears. “Oh sweetheart, all you had to do was tell me. That’s why I’ve always pushed you into learning more about hockey. I know I have to devote a lot of time to my job, and I hate it as much as you do. Please never think that I enjoy not being here for you or your mom. That’s why I’ve always tried to bring you into the hockey world though. I thought it would be a good way for us to bond, to make up for the time I have to miss.”

“We can bond in other ways, Dad.”

“You’re right, and I should’ve thought of that. I’ll tell you what. You pick new ways for us to spend time together. I’ll do whatever you ask, as long as you come to my games more often. I need my lucky charm there.”

“I’m your lucky charm?”

“Yeah, kiddo. At the very first game you went to I got a hat trick. You’ve been my lucky charm ever since.”

“I guess you haven’t been very lucky lately then huh?” She looks down at her lap.

“I’m doing okay. I’d just be doing better if you were there,” he chuckles, trying to lighten the mood.

“Okay. I can do that.”

“Yeah?” His heart swells with hope.

“Yeah. I’ll go to games as long as I can pick bonding activities,” she holds her hand up for a pinkie promise, just like they used to when she was little.

“That sounds good,” he connects his pinkie with hers, happy they seemed to work everything out.

[ipostwhatiwant1202]

Hi! I read your his feelings: Leo edition, loved it. Would you write one for Raph? Have a good day 👍🏽

hello anon! thank you for the request! i hope you're having a wonderful evening, drink some water! 🫶

His Feelings: Raph Edition

warnings: none, some language. gender neutral.

Raph was a tough nut to crack but you couldn't help but to like him. He was stubborn, he was hard headed, he was intense, but he was also sweet. You and him quickly developed a friendship.

He, at first, saw you as nothing more than a friend. He thought you were the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen, not that he'd say it out loud. You were human, he was a mutant turtle, it could never work. Besides, just by associating with him put you in danger.

You made your way to the lair after work/school to decompress. Being with the guys always made you feel better because they never judged you. They just let you be yourself. You always had a blast when you got together. Though today, something seemed off.

You walked into the lair and the air was thick, dense almost. The atmosphere seemed more tense than usual. It was dead quiet. No noises from Donnie's lab, no sounds from Mikey's video games, Raph's manhole covers weren't clacking, and Leo wasn't heard swinging around his swords.

You looked around and didn't find any of the turtles in the lair, but Splinter was in deep meditation. You didn't want to bother him, so you just went into the lounge area and made yourself comfortable on the couch. You hated how quiet the lair was, it made you feel uneasy.

"Dad! Sensei!" Leo's voice boomed through the tunnels.

You jumped hearing his voice. You didn't even realize they were coming. You stood up and watched as the guys all came running in, a hurt Mikey on Raph's back.

"What happened?" Splinter asked, snapping out of his meditation and rushing over.

"I-I don't know! One minute he was fine and then the next..." Raph said, his chest heaving with anxiety as he laid Mikey on the table in the lab.

Leo looked scared. "It's not your fault, Raph."

"Sure it is!" Raph snapped. "Look at'em Leo!"

You made your way inside the lab and appeared next to Raph. They all had cuts and bruises, Mikey's was the worst. Donnie had already gone to work making sure his little brother didn't have any life threatening injuries.

Leo patted Raph's arm. "I know." You could tell he was trying to remain calm. "Let Donnie work his magic."

"You guys go clean up, this is gonna take awhile." Donnie told his two older brothers.

Leo looked at Splinter who nodded. Leo left the lab and Raph practically stormed off. You looked at Mikey and gently patted his arm before walking off to find Raph.

Raph and Mikey had a deep bond. The two were practically best friends. They matched each other's energy pretty well and balanced each other out. You were glad that they had such a close brotherhood. You just wished that it wasn't close right at the moment.

You wondered into Raph's training area, finding him sat on his bench, carelessly disinfecting one of his many cuts. You rolled your eyes and walked over to him, holding your hand out. He didn't even protest, he just handed you the rag.

Raph couldn't help but to feel comfort in your touch. You saw him, you understood him, and you knew not to say anything, he appreciated that. Your hands were delicate as they cleaned his wound and they were soft against his leathery skin. He found himself watching you work.

Your eyes were one of his favorite things. They were the perfect shade of (eye color), he could look into them for hours and never get tired. He loved how much emotion they held and how they always lit up whenever you saw something you liked. They were soft.

He studied the outline of your face, watching your mouth twitch everytime you tried to stitch his cut. Your eyebrows furrowed in concentration and your jaw clenched every so often. Then your hair, how it fell slightly over your eyes/framed your face, it was a sight he could handle being the last thing he ever saw.

"He'll be okay." You muttered, grabbing some gauze. "You don't have to talk about it."

Raph sighed. "We were tryna break in to Stockman's lab for an antidote for the new mutant runnin' around." You just started to patch him up as he talked. "Got roughed a bit, ya know, the usual." He winced at the slight pressure you put on his collarbone area. "Then outta nowhere, them asshats bebop and rocksteady jus'...boom...Mikey was down."

You looked up from the wound. "And you kicked their asses?"

"Damn right. How do ya think I got all these?" Raph replied, motioning to his cuts.

"Well I happen to think they add to your charm." You stated, grinning at him.

Damnit, what are you doin to me? Raph thought.

"Got the world's best nurse to make sure'a that." He teased, nudging you.

You smiled at him and pulled away. Your smile made him weak in the knees. It was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen in his life. It was a medicine almost, a cure. He'd see that smile and whatever he was upset about would just melt away.

He knew he had feelings for you that weren't like what he had for April. He loved April like a sister, they were close. You, however, he felt for on a different level. You had slowly over the course of your friendship become his second reason to come back from a mission. His brothers and father were his first, then you, of course.

Raph bit his lip in thought as you carefully put everything back in the first aid kit. He was internally kicking himself for not just making a move, but he knew it couldn't work.

"Can I ask ya somethin?" Raph asked, placing his hands on his thighs.

"Anything." You replied.

Shit, shoulda just walked away. Raph internally scolded himself.

"I uh-" he cleared his throat, "-have you ever..loved someone?"

Way to go, Raph. He smacked himself in his mind.

"I have, actually." You stated, turning to face him. "But it's one sided." Your face slightly fell.

"Oh...They're an idiot then cause any one would be lucky to have ya." He replied, his mouth going dry.

Your eyebrow raised and Raph slowly swallowed. He looked nervous, you were suspicious.

"Is that so?"

"Yeah! Yeah I mean your-your smart and ya kick ass, and you even make them cute little dinosaur pancakes for us at breakfast."

Smooth, Raphael, smooth. He thought.

You slowly blinked. Raph being nervous, he looked like he was about to fall over, his hands were twitching and his eyes looking everywhere but you, it was odd.

"Spill. What's wrong?" You demanded. "The truth."

Raph gave a deep sigh and looked down at his lap. He looked almost ashamed. "I uh, I ain't real sure on how to tell ya this but uh, I-" he bit his lip, "-well.."

"Raph," you gently said, putting your hand on his shoulder, "it's okay."

He looked into your eyes for a moment. He couldn't help himself. Something just took over and he wrapped his arms around you and kissed you. You were surprised but melted into his hold after registering what was going on. Raph was kissing you, you.

Raph pulled away and cleared his throat. "So yeah.."

You laughed and shook your head. "All that beating around the bush and you could've done that this entire time!"

If his face could go red, it would be red. "Hey! I'm a gentleman!"

You smiled and shook your head, playing with his bandana straps. "I like you too, you big oaf."

"Good, cause now I can kiss ya whenever." He mumbled, grinning back at you.

"Please do." You replied.

Raph captured your lips with his again, only to be interrupted by whistling. Raph pulled away and you looked behind him, locking eyes with Leo.

"First of all, finally. Second of all, Mikey's awake." Leo said, a light grin on his face.

"How long ya been there?" Raph asked, letting you go and standing up.

"Long enough." Leo replied, winking at you. "Great show, by the way."

"Shut up, Leo." Raph grumbled, walking over to him.

"C'mon now, Raph. Ya did great." His big brother teased, nudging his shoulder.

"I'll break your arm if you breathe a word about any of this to the others."

[frenchieee]

tap, tap, tap

(Little wanderrose soulmate au I wrote-they feel each other’s pain so skip if you aren’t comfy 🫶🏻. Hope you enjoy! Below the cut!)

Wander sat slumped against the wall, breath coming out in short wheezes. Every time he inhaled, he seemed to let another smoke cloud in. Each cloud had a bundle of razor sharp teeth it pushed into his mouth. The teeth clawed their way down his throat before ending their agonizing march in his stomach, where they greedily feasted on his insides. He trembled violently, fingers digging into his shorts to try and stabilize himself. A torrential downpour of tears soaked the carpet where he sat. His shirt was pasted to his back with a sheen of sweat.

He wasn’t dying, though-he knew that much. 

If he could tough this out, his soulmate might not die either. He couldn’t imagine them trying to bear the full brunt of this alone. What was happening to them?! Wander cycled through the scrapes his soulmate tended to spring up. There was the occasional bump and bruise…and that particular sensation that broke Wander’s heart every time he felt it. 

Those fingernails dug into his soulmate’s skin too often to be an accident. 

Then again, Wander’s training had left him with some pretty brutal bruises over the years, so hopefully it was just something like that. A particularly sharp stab yanked him back to the present, and he cried out, stuffing his shirt in his mouth to muffle his screams. Screaming just let more smoke in.

 Keep distracting yourself. 

“You…” he started, before trailing off. What, was he going to talk to his soulmate? Another wave of pain crashed, and he nodded. Yes, he was going to talk to his soulmate. Not like they could hear him. 

“This isn’t an accident, is it? Someone hurts you. I don’t know if this is the same person, but it feels on purpose.” He paused, feeling very stupid for doing so. What, was his soulmate going to respond? Wander took a shaky breath before continuing. 

“I’m sorry if they’re there. I hope you know you don’t deserve a second of this, and…I’m glad I can be here with you. Maybe it helps a little? I’m not physically there, but we’re bonded, aren’t we? I’ve thrown you into enough walls. Sorry about that, by the way.” 

It was helping-or maybe his soulmate was just dying. No. Not before Wander even met them. How could they slip through his hands before he even touched them? 

The thought made his breath come faster, inadvertently letting more shards slip down his throat. He brought his shaking hands to his chest, pressing them firmly over his heart. He began speaking again, brain tripping to catch up with his lips. 

“When we meet I’m going to take you on the best dates. I don’t know what you like yet, but I’ll learn. I’m sure I’ll like it too-or we’ll be like my mom and dad where we hate what the other likes but we love them so much we don’t really care. Do you like space? I hope you do.” The pain was dissipating more now, and Wander’s eyes were beginning to involuntarily droop after hours of torment. Was this it?! He fought against the wave of exhaustion, willing himself to stay awake and alert enough to go find them. Anything to avoid grieving a lifetime of those little moments he wanted so badly. His body felt like lead, no matter how loudly he ordered it to get up. 

“Please don’t die. Please. I haven’t even met you,” he babbled against his fading consciousness. With the last of his wakefulness, he brought his fingers to his left shoulder. His soulmate wouldn’t get it, but Wander had to try. Tap, tap, tap. Tap, tap, tap. As many times as he could. 

I love you. 

I love you. 

I love you…

It was a fitful sleep, peppered with colorful nightmares and sharp gasps awake. There was a continual pricking in his left shoulder, and he froze. Was he imagining it? No, this was definitely real. And it hurt. Wander nearly sobbed with relief.

“You’re alive,” he squeezed the afflicted shoulder. At least he could breathe without feeling the teeth-compared to last night, the shoulder was little more than an annoying gnat buzzing at his side. 

Wander moved about his morning slowly-it felt selfish, given that his soulmate didn’t get to recuperate before hurting again, but wow, he was exhausted. 

Oh, his shoulder wasn’t hurting anymore. He should probably change-his shirt was damp with sweat and tears, uncomfortably clinging to his arms. As he rummaged for a clean shirt, a flash of gold  on his shoulder gave him pause. 

His left shoulder. 

Slowly, he walked towards the mirror on the other end of the room. 

A tattoo. Wander couldn’t help but guffaw, throwing his head back. Had his soulmate really gotten a tattoo after all that?! 

“You’re tough, aren’t you?” he wiped the tears from his eyes, stepping closer to the mirror. 

LOSE YOURSELF. 

What did it mean? Wander didn’t know, but it paraded across his shoulder. The lettering was jagged, forming angles that collided with each other to craft a mosaic of golden shards. He rubbed it fondly with his thumb. It wasn’t what he’d pick for a tattoo, but he loved it-the way one might love a haircut they never thought they could pull off. 

 Wander grinned in the mirror, imagining them with their matching tattoos. They were going to be just fine-Wander’s soulmate clearly wasn’t going down without a fight. He twisted and turned in the mirror, admiring the tattoo. 

“It’s beautiful. ‘Lose yourself’-it must be really important to you. You’ll have to tell me what it means later, okay?” He pressed his fingers against the lettering. Tap, tap, tap. 

I love it. 

I love you.

[waglifeornolife]

i’ve got a bit of a personal issue that i need advice on, i’ve spoke to my boyfriend about it obviously but i just need other people’s opinion…

so my family went no contact with us when i was young, my mums whole family havent spoken to me since she died almost 15 years ago (we hate them) and my dads brother who was like another father to me (who this situation involves).

my uncle moved to spain almost 10 years ago and i havent spoken to him since, ive spoken to my little cousin (you remember the footballer one?) but not as much as id like to. myself and my uncle were so close to the point i was at his house every day as a kid, right up until he moved. our last proper conversation apart from the odd happy birthday or merry Christmas was about him coming to visit me whenever he comes back to england. now it’s important to know that him and my dad have never had the best relationship, it’s really toxic to the point if he turned up at my house now, my dad would flatten him. now over the past few months, since i was in spain for that work trip (i was literally staying in the same city that he lives!), i’ve been wanting to reach out and try to rebuild that bond i had with him yet im hesitant because he didn’t keep his promise to see me, and i haven’t seen or spoken to him since the day before he moved.

i guess i’m just scared that it’s not going to go down well with my family because he comes to england and only visits his dad, not even my nanna who is the purest human in the world. it’s also important to note that his biological dad abandoned him and my dad when they were really young, and my dad has no relationship with him (there’s a connection there to the monster my sister dated too but that’s where things get really messed up!).

i’ll be honest, i’m fucking terrified that if i contact him and start to rebuild the bond we had when i was a kid, my family would start to stop speaking to me (it’s not beyond them, trust me). i’m just in a predicament because i want to do this but i don’t want to make anyone upset or uncomfortable, i just don’t want to risk them hating me for it 🥲

i know my family sounds complicated and messed up, imagine how it is for me trying to wrap my head around it. i can’t complain too much because so many people have it worse than me 🫶🏼

sorry for the little personal dump, i just need some advice that isn’t my boyfriends “i’ll punch him” 😂

[mrsmiagreer]

i wanna gtk

quinn🥰

SORRY

ahem

i wanna gtk your version of sweetheart

~💋

Hey boo🫶🏽

Alr let’s talk about Sweetheart🩷

Well for starters, Her name is Mia Carter (Huh…I wonder what inspired my user🤷🏽‍♀️)

Her pronouns are she/her.

She’s 5’9 so she’s kinda on the taller side

Her mom is mexiacn and her dad is black, but her dad’s genes are REALL strong

Therefore, her skin’s on the lighter side of black, but she’s still noticeably black

and her hair is thick but her curls loosen a lot when her hair is wet

Dark brown eyes

Slim waist and FAT ASS combo (Born with it but goes to the gym to keep it)

D cup. Not huge but not small either

Has a tramp stamp with a heart in the middle, but Half of the Heart is made of a dotted line to symbolize her ability to turn invisible

Belly piercing. Hates studs, usually gets the ones that dangle

She Became a detective because after her powers manifested, the kids at school would call her criminal, stalker, eavesdropper, creep, etc. She just wanted to prove she could use her powers for good

She also really takes pride in helping people

Is really good at running on a few hours of sleep

Can hide her emotions really well, Also really emotional (It’s a double edged sword)

In.De.Pen.Dent. Can do literally everything on her own (until she met Milo of course)

Favorite color is black. Plain and simple and it goes with everything. Loves an all black look.

Listens to all types of music but looooves R&B and Rap. Loves wordplay a lot

Such a city girl. Can go to sleep to the sound of cars honking and people yelling

Their favorite season is actually Winter (Solstice time😋)

Really likes Romance Novels. She loves love.

Anxiety gets the worst when she thinks she’s upsetting/disappointing the people she loves.

Even though she makes fun of him for it, she loves when Milo big spoons her

Can throw him over her shoulder

Gets SUPER just a little sad when she calls Aggro and he doesn’t come

Loves when Her, Milo, and Aggro can nap together. Loves her little Family

Was super nervous to meet the pack. Even MORE nervous to meet Marie.

Now they’re besties. Mia fucking LOVES MARIE

Can cook. Barely. Knows how to make it taste good, but wouldn’t prefer to cook if she didn’t have to

Called off of work for days after the inversion

Doesn’t like the Fourth of July anymore

David and Mia’s relationship is literally “Don’t enable him” “Got it boss :|”

Asher and Mia are actually not as close as most people think they would be. They get along just fine, they just don’t click like crazy

Mia and Sam = Milo and Darlin. Enough said.

Angel and Sweetheart are good friends. Angel thought it was LITERALLY unreal when they found out she could turn invisible and walk through walls. All of their conversations are like shower thoughts. “Have you ever thought about going intangible and putting your hand through a person and then turning back solid?” “Actually yeah I have it sounds dope as hell honestly”

Baaabe and Sweetheart are cool friends too. They’re around the same height and they’re both workaholics, so they bond over small things. “Hey girl! Since the boys have a late shift tonight, wanna get dinner with me?” “Hell yeah, what should I dress like?”

Funny enough, although Milo and Darlin are besties, Sweetheart and Darlin are BESTIES. Literally twin flames, they hang out the most out of all the pack members and mates. Always mocking their mans’ accents, loves thrill and horror, same sense of humor, impulsive, if one gets in a fight, the other will be there in less than 10 minutes. Darlin’ threatens to steal her from Milo all the time. “If Mia does it I’ll do it” “Fuck it let’s go right now”

Honorable mention…Mia and Christian actually get along. He thinks she’s funny, and he definitely knows how not to overstep because he’s actually smart and knows that she’s not to be fucked with. Especially not about Milo. She was pretty sad when she found out that him and Amanda broke up, she liked seeing him happy.

A/N: I’m SO SORRY this took forever honestly it’s been in my drafts for a good long while. But here it is, i’ve finished it😭 Its also really long so i hope it was at least enjoyable

[henrysglock]

favorite creelarke au if you have one? (no pressure ask)

OUGH gosh

I have a handful of faves, but the original duo from the unholycule archives always hit right 🤩

Figure skating AU, of course, with young creelarke. Henry our little prodigy, Scott who works on the school newspaper and ends up essentially dedicating the sports section to him because football isn’t nearly as fun to write about (read: Henry is much more fun than football). AU goes all the way from them as kids/Junior Nationals all the way through Henry crashing and burning after a few years in the (haha) number one spot in the international circuit. A dash of “Tonya-Harding-style tarnished reputation Henry and his rink-daughter El” with a sprinkle of “The Creel-Clarke-Hopper Autism Hours”. So much Brenner hating happening here too. Brenner hating hours are Always. Scott and Victor bonding hours on top of it…perfecto.

Teacher AU, where Henry escaped Brenner’s lab in 1962 and ended up having a relatively normal life (until 1983, when we hit altered canon-verse). Scott teaches at the high school, and Henry “already lowkey teacher-coded in canon” Creel ends up taking over his job at Hawkins middle. Adult creelarke reunions after college interspersed with baby creelarke flashbacks and canon-typical agony (as always). This one is one where El ends up getting to have the connection she could have had with Henry if Brenner wasn’t pulling shit 24/7. (Sorry Hop, but imho she needs someone who Gets It.) Adult creelarke being the Dads of the Party is so real to me too because none of them have actual involved father figures when it comes to the supernatural plot. Peace and Love 🫶🏻

[pjisskullourful]

Welcome back queen of queens 💘 I have missed you and your fabulous writing oh so much

Your 2 new stories have made my week so much more pleasant as it started out really stressful. Use me universe will always be so dear to my heart and will never fail to get me all rialed up 🫠 loved the cute little date with ethan and us seeing their relationship developing and ofc them being absolute horndogs 🥵

Upon your comeback I have also reread the entirety of Gay Enough one of my fave series OF ALL TIME and I am here to humbly ask you if you could maybe spoil some cute family moments you might have planned to hold me over until you bless us again with some damithan throuple fun 🫶🏼

thankssssss 💕💖🌸💓💖💕💗💖🌸💞💝💞💖🌸

wow arent you just the sweetest thing ever?! thankyou for such a sweet message❣️

im really happy to be back& im extra happy that i could help turn your week around

i dont really have anythings planned cos im just not working on gay enough material at the moment(got other projects im dedicating my time to, if triple shot can get to 100notes then i'd be willing to share a preview)

but um random headcanon i was thinking of cos i just binged the whole paranormal activity series: cosmo loves creepy things(duh)& gets into watching horror movies while hes still kinda young. it becomes a thing he& ethan bond over, they'll discuss theories about lore/motives the whole drive home after seeing a new movie at the cinema(cos you gotta see scary movies at the cinema, thts one of their rules)& they'll anticipate new movies coming out,etc

one time a new horror movie is about to come out, cosmo& ethan are planning when to see it... but then ethan gets really sick& cant possibly go. damiano steps up to take cosmo, but damiano HATES scary movies, he doesnt get the appeal at all, avoids them at all costs

so he spends most of the movie watching it through his fingers. he freaks at every jumpscare, spilling popcorn til cosmo is like 'im gonna hold it papa'. lots of muttering 'dont go in there, what are you, crazy'& groaning while cosmo is like 'oh cool, wow how scary would that be if it happened in real life', etc. then on the drive home, damiano is playing peppy pop music to change the mood. cosmo wants to discuss the scariest(therefore best) parts of the movie, damiano: 'idk the whole thing'. he doesnt wanna think about the freaky stuff, doesnt wanna get into theories with cosmo, is very on edge

furthermore, imagining the kids asking damiano questions about his tattoos. eg: 'papa what does that tattoo mean?' - 'it means i was bored'

also, all of the kids being expert swimmers, better than the other kids in their class cos of handson swimming lessons with the dads

also they never ever EVER have a gender reveal party during any of their pregnancies

hope that holds you over for a bit

[speltfields]

hey!!!! 🫶 anon back

1 you know what i see it !!!!! also i feel like lewis doesn't see the point of installing wifi around town since he won't use it 👹 only seb has his connection thanks to maru

2 yes!!! he completely is we all support him

im leaning towards cool old and sam can confirm (i have a lot of hc from thinking what the hell do they do at joja all day lol) i support you, also i feel like weezer, rhcp and stuff would make him bond with sam over their long shifts at joja you know, and he would feel a little pride in showing him stuff idk, then would tell farmer about it and they would be like oh dad rock? cue your HC 😈

and to the other ask hehe yes to radiohead and dcc !!!!!!!!!!!!

-🫶 anon 🫂

sorry i hold onto ur asks for so many hours anon i just have to crank up the gears in my brain sometimes to form more than a sentence at a time.

I know there isnt much evidence of it in canon but i LOVE the idea of sam and shane being friends huhu its one reason why sam is my second fav bachelor... guy who can befriend anybody (hes friends with sebastian after all) + guy who hates everyone... award winning combo in my heart. shane definitely would be that chill older guy you can show new music to and he would be like HELL YEAH THIS KICKS ASS (if he didnt have so many problems.) i also fully believe hed be a good sport about getting teased for listening to dad music as long as ur already on his good side. this is all an elaborate ritual in my brain to find new ways to annoy him though.

[typewriter83]

Maria sighed, passing the bowl of hot pasta around the table. “It’s just that we want you to know that there’s someone here who might have some understanding when it comes to what you went through. Someone you can trust; someone we trust,” she said, smiling over at David who nodded along. Ellie sat back in her seat, her eyes shifting between the three adults. Tommy was refusing to look at her, Maria was passing food around but David’s gaze was on her with an expectant smile.

Is it Is it just me or is Tommy not the biggest supporter of Maria's idea? I'm gonna go back to reading

Either y’all had very similar insight into the uncomfortable dinner scene, or this is all from one anon. Either way, I’m gonna cluster these together and talk about the dinner scene.

Let’s talk about Tommy - we’ve talked about him before as being a joiner or a follower, and for the last decade, he’s been stuck between a rock and a hard place with both his wife and brother being in Jackson. (According to the LtW timeline, Joel came to Jackson in 2025, and it’s currently August 2036).

How does Tommy feel about Ellie, Joel, David, etc? Tommy, as always, is confused; he was the one who insisted that Maria send Joel to rescue Ellie but now she wants to keep Joel away from the teenager. He encouraged Joel to interact with Ellie but was confused when he bonded with the girl, seeing as he stays away from everyone else. Now, Maria is trying to put a different man in Ellie’s path when he knows full well that Ellie trusts Joel and likely confides in him - so why rock the boat? If there’s one thing Tommy would like is smooth sailing and he feels Maria is rocking the boat.

Which also ties into why Joel wasn’t invited. Maria hates Joel, she tolerates him being around because he’s her husband’s brother and he’s a capable patrolman and hunter, also he typically stays away but lately he’s constantly living in Jackson. He’s bonded with a girl that Maria has taken under her wing, and Maria doesn’t want him filling her head with the chaos that Joel and Tommy experienced (caused - they caused the chaos, be real) after the outbreak. Joel wasn’t invited because Maria knows there’s no reason for Ellie to have counseling except to keep her away from Joel, and bond with someone that Maria trusts.

Which brings us to de facto mom and dad Miller; loving, caring, meddling Maria and Tommy. Once again, Tommy wants to keep the peace in his house, but his wife seems to want to keep Ellie on a short leash. So, yeah, imagine what Maria (and Tommy) would do (will do?) when they find out…

So, how is it that the one who was well behaved at dinner was David? How would you have reacted if he’d held your hand instead of shaking it? Gave myself the chills when I wrote that 😖

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[hazmatazz]

no bc that whole “you swore you’d stay with me forever” to “oh shit you’re so much happier now that you’re living away from me maybe i was just ruining your life i mean i did take away your childhood and mom wouldn’t have gotten arrested if it wasn’t for me” is exactly what she felt. but she only realised it after he was gone bc before he left he talked to her several times and she assured him she’d be okay and it’s alright but when he left she realised how fucking hurt she actually was.

and omg yes that movie night <3 she cries and floryn wakes up & sees her crying and starts crying herself bc she rarely ever sees rory crying and hates seeing her sad. and is like super worried “omg what happened who do i have to beat up?!!??” and rory explains to her that she’s actually never been more happy in her life and they hug and cry and giggle together and when they fall asleep everything’s okay and rory realises she’s made it through SO much. she’ll get through whatever shit life throws at her in the future and she finally isn’t terrified of her past, future & present. she’s just happy. man this character is so much deeper than i thought she’d be when i first came up with her 😭 but i love it 🫶

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she is SO SAD. ow ow ow ow owwwww. i'm holding her here -> 🤲... AND OWOOWWWWWWW SHE BLAMES HERSELF FOR HER MOM'A ARREST???? OWWIEE

YEAHHH FRRR ❤️❤️❤️ she's so important... like oiughhh?? not s vent but personally i struggle with a emotionally distant family and she sounds vaguely like that??? and just ouughhhhhj showing heyyy that relationship can be fixed and you can bond?? maybe not just shown with her brother and maybe also her family she lives with

like. ok. maybe going against what u had planned but i'm imagining maybe they could have a rocky start. maybe she had trusted her mom and her mom betrayed her and now she doesn't trust uhh maybe his mom's sister?? or is it her dad's sister? imo more interesting if it was the mom's sister

anyways so they kinda just are roommates more than family because while they have tried to be family w rory rory is so deep grief and trust issues she refuses to be that close with them no matter how desperate she is for any connection other than her brother

and then her brother leaves and not only is the only person that dealt with the same shit as her is gone but she's all alone now and she feels betrayed (again, like her mom) so she distances herself from her brother and just ouughhh her wanting a family

and eventually she trusts her aunt and stuff but she feels like because the year(s) of distance she put up that she's missed out on being close to them so she's all sad and shit and at the end of the story they go bonding and whatever????

anyways again i just had a thought and ran with it but just. that would be cool..also sorry for any grammar mistakes or maybe even missing words i don't wanna check over that ramble

also how old is her cousin? (<- that i think u said she had and lived w)