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We watched twilight

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How I look after reading angst as if it was me personally in that situation

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— genshin men as your bf when you respond to their messages late

pairings — venti, childe, xiao, scaramouche, ayato, alhaitham x reader (separate)

NOTE: hi i'm back~ (not for long tho it's still midterms szn lmao i hate college sm omfg) how are you guys hehe ^^

NOTE: alhaitham's is my fav can u tell 🥰

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He ignores you after an argument - Dr Ratio

Gender neutral reader, angst with an ending that can be viewed as happy. Dr Ratio shows his immaturity, and he only realises how close he is to losing you when Argenti makes an appearance.

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"What do you mean, 'can you try to be more considerate'? If you cannot comprehend a genius' words, you are not worthy of my time!" Your boyfriend huffs, turning around to place his mask on.

He always did that when you had arguments, but the words that were paired with his actions were what worried you. You had really stepped in it, trying to tell him that you weren't finished with your sentence. You were getting frustrated that he wouldn't stop interrupting you and, sometimes, filling in the statements incorrectly. You ignored your frustration in the past, but it boiled into this argument you just had with him. You were doubtful that he would think about your feelings even after he calmed down, so you mentally prepared yourself for the silent treatment.

Days became weeks, and weeks became months. He still wasn't talking to you, and you were heartbroken. You dive yourself into your work, the astral express themselves commissioning you because of Dr Ratio's words of praise of your intellect. Swallowing the temptation to explain he was likely exaggerating to help you with getting work, you go along with it. Your boyfriend, despite no longer talking to you after the argument, tags along. You both get separate rooms - something you are thankful for, considering how awkward you felt around your partner. You didn't even know if he was considering himself as your boyfriend or if he mentally checked out since the argument.

Now, Argenti decided to make an appearance. Turns out, he had an issue with his ship, so he had to request some resources from the astral express. You had tried to speak to your boyfriend, who was still playing chess by himself as he ignored your pleads for forgiveness - apologising for failing to communicate effectively. Struggling to keep yourself together, you walk to the other side of the room before taking a seat. Pulling out your folders, you get to work on other projects. Hearing someone walking towards you, you assume they'll just be taking a seat somewhere close, only for them to sit right next to you.

"A beauty as precious as one you possess shall not be under-appreciated by an unrequited love." He begins, Dr Ratio halfway through playing a knight, freezing up at this man hitting on you. "With brains to accompany your radiant and decadent beauty, I shall request that you consider flourishing under someone to cherish you."

Dr Ratio gets up from his seat, his mask literally starting to crack as he begins to storm over to you. He realised, through Argenti's speech, that he ought to treat you better since he truly loves you. He had to show you that he has been thinking of you, about how to apologise - he simply kept his mask on because he thought he didn't deserve to show his face until he thought about how to apologise to you for interrupting you. By the time he knows what to say, his mask breaks entirely, falling to the floor to Pom-Pom's distain.

In the middle of Argenti clearly scouting for you to join him on his ship, Dr Ratio walks behind the couch and wraps his arms around you, side glaring at Argenti.

"Apologies, but this is a prize I won." Dr Ratio growls, Argenti chuckling as he gives Dr Ratio a light warning that you were likely going to get snatched up by another man if he screwed up again.

Your boyfriend comes to take Argenti's place on the couch, pulling you in for a hug, he begins his apology.

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"You didn't talk to me for months, you know?" You pout, your boyfriend scolding himself inwardly for being immature.

"You are the one who's more empathetic than myself. I need to put more effort into understanding your feelings, I'm lucky that you're still alright with me hugging you despite the argument." Dr Ratio sighs, squeezing you as he looks over your shoulder to read your work.

"...I almost forgot how amazing and intelligent my partner is." Dr Ratio smirks, you turning your head to look at him. "If I have to wait a year for compensation of my neglect to remain yours, I would gladly do so."

[samarill]

Color Me Blue

wip

summary: imagine being so neglected that you rather death take you than your neglectful father to rescue you ( batfam x neglected reader fic )

I was drowning again , the salty water eagerly gushes into my lungs, and I can do nothing but welcome it . Can do nothing but embrace this cold , frightening death . The waves above me clash against each other angrily- but here , underneath it all was a calm peace.

The sight of my family- my sickening , forgetful family - my pathetic , neglectful family filled with pride , abundant with arrogance as they watched me fall to my doom made me laugh .

The expression of fear and regret - two silly feelings my father , Bruce Wayne, was all that plastered on his face when Bane snapped my spine in half and threw me off the cliff , Bruce - or Batman did scream my name - how pitiful the first and only time I heard my father call me so lovingly was when I was dying ?

Another laugh washed over me as I remembered the way he looked so helpless when my body was consumed by the fury of clashing waves. How stupid, father - wasn't it you who taught me that helplessness isn't something a vigilante should ever feel ?

Wasn't it you, father, who taught me to always plan ahead ? , to always brace yourself for everything? So tell me, Father, were you not prepared to brace yourself for the regret and guilt of eighteen years to consume you when I finally die?

Why father ? You ignored me for my entire life, so my death shouldn't be so cruel ? Shouldn't be too life altering since you never seemed to care for me when I was alive, so why now when I die, you seem to care now ?

I feel my lungs burn, and I welcome the excurionating pain - there was no use fighting it - no use fighting to survive when there was nothing to come back to. I can spot your blurry figure swimming towards me, but I choose to continue to sink to the bottom.

I can feel your warm embrace, Father hugging me so close, but it's too late - I've grown too cold now .

thank you for reading !

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Dad!lads and their children not wanting them to 'steal' your attention ⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 .𖥔˚

Dad!Rafayel, Dad!Caleb, Dad!Sylus, Dad!Zayne, Dad!Xavier — <⁠(⁠￣⁠︶⁠￣⁠)⁠>

RAFAYEL — "my turn!"

You sat comfortably on the couch, a gentle smile tugging at your lips as Seraphina rested in your lap, arms loosely wrapped around you like a koala, her tiny high pitched voice filling the room with endless stories about her day.

"...and then, uncle thomas' daughter, she brought this bubble wand! like big bubbles, mommy! Like, bigger than my face!" Seraphina exclaimed, eyes wide and expressive. "And then I tried to pop it with my nose, but it popped before I got there, so I think I need a faster nose."

You chuckled, brushing your fingers through her soft hair. "A faster nose, huh? Sounds like we need to train it.”

She gasped in mock seriousness, "Yeah, like nose push ups!"

The two of you giggled in sync just as Rafayel wandered in, paint smudged slightly on his forearm and his energy softened by the effort of his most recent piece. He spotted the two of you—your daughter cuddled close to your chest, your eyes so tender as you listened, and something in him just melted immediately. Without a word, he came to sit beside you, exhaling softly.

Seraphina barely acknowledged him, too caught up in recounting how she tried to race a random squirrel in the park and “almost won.”

Rafayel leaned his head against your shoulder, closing his eyes for a moment. You welcomed his touch and leaned into him, your cheek pressing gently against his forehead. He wrapped an arm around your waist, holding you with the quiet clinginess of someone who’d missed you, maybe not for long, but long enough to feel it in his chest.

You kissed his forehead without needing to say a word. He sighed again, content.

That is, until a tiny hand poked his cheek.

Seraphina turned her head just slightly, squinting at her father with narrowed, suspicious eyes. But when you hummed again, encouraging her to continue, she ignored him, for now.

Rafayel shifted closer, his head now tucked into the crook of your neck. He pressed a warm, tender kiss to your skin, inhaling your scent with a kind of reverence that made you blush a little. His arm around you tightened just slightly, like he was grounding himself.

Unfortunately, Seraphina was not having it.

She made an annoyed noise and shuffled, a little more squished now between the two of you. She tried to scoot back into your lap further like she was trying to reclaim lost ground.

“Daddy,” she huffed. “Go away…! I want mommy!”

Rafayel chuckled against your skin, low and amused, ruffling Seraphina’s hair as she pouted.

“Hey now..” he teased, “I was here first in spirit.”

Seraphina scowled and smacked his hand away weakly, “Daddy! Stop stealing mommy!”

She wrapped her arms around your middle now, glaring at her father like he was the villain of her princess story. Her small hands gripped your shirt as she dramatically clung to you. You gave her a kiss on the forehead to soothe her, gently laughing. “There’s enough of mommy to share, princess.”

“No!” she insisted, “It’s my turn!”

Rafayel’s arms didn’t budge. Instead, he pulled both of you closer and nuzzled against your neck again.

“Can’t help it,” he murmured, voice smooth but sleepy. “She’s my wife. I need her touch to recharge,” he added.

“She’s my mommy!” Seraphina growled with as much authority as a four year old could muster. With surprising determination, she carefully stood up on your lap and went between you and rafayel, trying to push him away with her little hands.

“Daddy, move! It’s my turn with mommy!” she declared.

You nearly burst out laughing at the sight, your daughter trying to push her father away, trying to weakly shove him off the couch while Rafayel just laid there dramatically, acting like Seraphina actually pushed him away, and his arms spread out like he’d been defeated in battle.

“Ahh, the betrayal…” he jokingly said. “Wounded by my own daughter.”

“Daaaaddyyyy!” she whined louder now, clearly not in the mood for games.

“Alright, alright,” you said through your laughter, scooping her gently in your arms before she ended up headbutting someone. “Let’s make a deal, five more minutes of mommy time, and then daddy gets one kiss. Fair?”

Seraphina crossed her arms, glaring at Rafayel. “...Fine. But only one. And it has to be a quiet kiss.”

You turned to Rafayel who raised his brows playfully, “Didn’t know kisses came with volume settings.”

“Daaaaddy!” she whined again.

You laughed again, leaning in to kiss him softly, sweet, and warm, short enough to appease Seraphina but just long enough to make Rafayel sigh in mock defeat once more.

CALEB — little drama queen

You were sitting in the living room, legs folded comfortably, while your daughter lay flat on her stomach in front of you, muttering something about gymnastics and how “her spine felt like spaghetti now.”

She’d been trying to do backflips all morning. On the couch. On the floor. Off the edge of the bed. Caleb told her she needed supervision, and a mat, and maybe a coach, but she wasn’t having it. Now here she was, exhausted, grumbling, and insisting you massage her poor, hardworking back.

“You didn’t stretch, baby,” you reminded her gently as your fingers worked slow circles down her spine.

“I did! I touched my toes twice,” she mumbled into the throw pillow.

You bit back a laugh. “Not enough.”

After a while, her protests faded into little hums, her breathing slowed, and her eyes started fluttering shut. She was clearly fighting sleep, but it wasn’t a fair fight anymore.

You lifted her gently and placed her down on the side of the couch where there was already pillows, carefully tucking the fluffy blanket over her tiny body. She melted into it, arms splayed, cheek smushed against the pillow. You ran your fingers through her hair once more, and finally, she was out.

“Perfect execution, honey.” came a familiar, quiet voice.

You to find Caleb leaning against the doorway, arms crossed, watching the scene with a small, proud smirk.

“And just like that… our little beast sleeps,” he whispered.

You playfully glared at him. “She’s not a beast.”

“She tried to backflip off the stairs,” he deadpanned.

“Fair point.” you said as you softly chuckled.

He pushed off the doorway and walked toward you, stepping around your daughter’s kingdom of plushies and toys. He gave the couch a quick glance, eyes narrowing just slightly as he made sure her breathing was deep and even. Satisfied she was truly asleep, Caleb turned to you with a raised brow and a sly grin.

“I’ve calculated that we have exactly,” he glanced at the clock, “ten, maybe twelve minutes of uninterrupted peace.”

You raised an eyebrow. “That’s generous.”

He leaned down, cupping your face with one hand and brushing a kiss to your forehead. “Let’s not waste it.”

You quietly laughed, and he stood up again, taking your hand. “Come on. While she’s out. 15 minute window.”

You followed him into the kitchen, where he slid his arms around your waist and pulled you close. “No interruptions. No flips. Just me and my very pretty wife, who owes me a kiss for being the parent who caught her mid air dive off the sofa earlier.”

You rolled your eyes but leaned in, hands gently resting on his chest. “One kiss?”

Caleb quickly replied, “At least ten.”

But just as his lips brushed against yours—

Thud!

You both froze.

Another thud.

Then—

“Mommyyyy…” came the most tragically theatrical voice imaginable from the couch. “I’m cold… and lonely… and no one loves me anymore…”

You peeked over Caleb’s shoulder to see your daughter had rolled right off the couch, on purpose, and was now lying face down on the floor like a fallen soldier.

She didn’t even look hurt. She was just flopped there like she’d been abandoned for centuries.

Caleb groaned, dropping his forehead to your shoulder. “No way..”

“She’s doing the dramatic faint again,” you whispered, trying not to laugh.

Your daughter slowly rolled over the two of you, looking up at you with big watery eyes and a pout that could end worlds. “I couldn't feel you anymore, and my back still hurts a little.. and daddy stole you..”

Caleb stepped out beside you, arms crossed, looking very serious. “Hey, hey, don’t pin this on me. I was just—”

“You stole mommy with kisses,” she said, pointing at him accusingly. “You were kissing.”

“Mommyyyyy…” your daughter whimpered again, now dragging the blanket and crawling toward you like a starved kitten.

You sighed, your heart melting.

You smiled and crouched down, scooping her up. She nuzzled into your shoulder instantly, letting out a content sigh.

But she didn’t stop there.

Still in your arms, she turned her head toward Caleb and gave him the cutest sleepy glare. “You have to wait your turn, Daddy.”

Caleb put a hand on his chest, feigning heartbreak. “She’s turning you against me.”

“No, she’s just attached to me,” you said, kissing your daughter’s temple.

He walked closer, brushing her hair back and placing a gentle kiss on her forehead. She didn't do anything and just gave a big yawn.

SYLUS — "you have to wait, daddy!"

Caleb grinned, wrapping his arms around both of you in a loose, cozy hug.

The scent of fruit scented markers, children jewelry, and faint smell from your daughter’s favorite lotion lingered in the living room. You were seated cross legged on the soft rug, a pastel pink blanket draped over your shoulders like a royal cape. In your lap sat your four year old daughter, ball of sparkle and drama, carefully applying stickers to your cheeks like you were the guest of honor at a royal coronation.

“This one means you’re brave,” she said, pressing a glittery unicorn sticker near your jaw. “And this one is for beauty. Because you're the prettiest queen ever, Mommy.”

You smiled, tucking a strand of her dark hair behind her ear. “High praise, coming from the princess herself.”

Your daughter giggled, her tiny legs kicking playfully as she adjusted the plastic tiara on her head for the fiftieth time. “We match!”

That’s when the door opened.

The lock clicked softly, followed by the subtle weight of Sylus' footsteps. You didn’t need to look to know it was him, you felt the shift in the air. He never entered a room loudly, but there was a kind of presence to him. A calm that followed wherever he went.

He had just returned from a quick business deal. His suit jacket was draped over one arm, tie slightly loosened, and the light from the hallway framed him in quiet gold as he stepped into your world of dolls and dressed up.

He paused when he saw you both,his eyes flicking to your daughter, then to you, noting the stickers on your face, the tiara, the slight smudge of pink on your cheek.

“Looks like I missed a coronation,” he said lowly, a rare warmth in his voice.

Your daughter perked up but didn’t move from your lap. “Daddy!” she grinned, but then quickly turned serious as she threw her arms around your waist protectively. “Wait—no! Mommy's still mine right now!”

Sylus blinked and had that teasing voice, “Is that so?”

“We’re not done with the royal coronation!” she explained with the utmost importance, pointing to the sticker sheet. “She needs her magic star sticker and her sparkle serum, or she’ll lose her powers!”

You gave Sylus a look that barely concealed your laughter. He raised an eyebrow, unbothered, and stepped closer.

“I see,” he murmured, setting his jacket gently over a nearby chair. “Should I come back when the queen regains her powers?”

Your daughter nodded gravely. “Yes. Or you might interrupt the spell.”

Sylus crouched beside you quietly, one knee down on the rug, and looked straight at your daughter.

“Then I’ll be careful,” he said. “But I did come home early… because I missed your mommy.”

Your daughter's lip puffed out as she turned her whole body toward you, her sparkly bracelet clinking softly. “But I missed mommy all day! I haven’t even had princess tea with her yet!”

Sylus didn’t argue. He simply reached forward and gently brushed your hair back, letting his knuckles graze your cheek where a heart-shaped sticker sparkled. His touch lingered there, eyes on you, not demanding, not impatient. Just… waiting.

You tilted your head slightly toward his hand, and your daughter let out a little gasp, scandalized.

“Daddy!” she whisper yelled. “You’re breaking the sparkle bond!”

Sylus drew back instantly, lips twitching into the smallest amused smile. “Forgive me, Princess.”

She frowned at him, then looked back at you. “Don’t move, Mommy. We’re almost done. I’ll let Daddy hug you after the ceremony.”

Sylus stood again, brushing imaginary dust off his slacks like he was waiting for a boardroom verdict. “Understood. I’ll be in the audience.”

He didn’t leave, though. He sat on the edge of the couch behind you, resting an arm along the backrest—close enough to touch you, but he didn’t. He just sat there, watching you both, eyes soft, content to let your daughter have her moment.

Eventually, your daughter pressed the final sticker on your hand and declared, “The queen is restored!”

You leaned back into Sylus, who wasted no time reaching forward and wrapping an arm around your waist. You felt the quiet relief in his touch, even if he didn’t say a word.

Your looked up at him and said thoughtfully, “Okay, you can have Mommy now. But only a little bit.”

Sylus met her gaze, calm as ever. “I don’t need much.”

And with that, he leaned forward and kissed your temple—slow, grateful.

ZAYNE — silent demands

Your daughter didn’t interrupt this time. She was too busy arranging her dolls for her tea party and arranging new stickers that she'll be using for her father next.

You were sitting on the couch, Jasmine sitting peacefully on your lap, her small hands clutching her stuffed penguin as her cheek pressed against your chest.

You weren’t doing much, just sitting with her, brushing her hair with your fingers as she hummed softly, occasionally pointing to the stars beginning to appear outside the window.

“Mommy,” she whispered, “that one looks like a flower.”

You followed her gaze, smiling as you kissed the top of her head. “It kind of does, doesn’t it?”

She nodded, settling in deeper into your warmth, like she was trying to melt into you. Her voice was always gentle like that, soft, quiet, never loud even when excited. Her affection didn’t come with squeals, but with long glances, small gestures, and her whole body leaning into yours like your presence cradled her.

Zayne entered a few moments later, his steps quiet as ever. He’d just finished with a call in his study, sleeves rolled up, his watch now resting on the side table. He stood by the doorway for a moment, watching you both in silence, before making his way over.

Jasmine saw him, but didn’t say anything. She just held her penguin a little tighter.

Zayne sat beside you, the couch dipping under his weight. He didn’t say anything right away, just let out a soft exhale and gently placed a hand on your leg, fingers curling there.

You looked at him, smiling softly. “Tired?”

“A bit,” he murmured, his voice low and close. “But this helps.”

He leaned forward and pressed a kiss to your forehead, slow and deliberate. Jasmine’s arms around her penguin tightened.

Zayne leaned in more now, wrapping an arm around you as he rested his forehead against your temple. “Missed you both today.”

You hummed, returning the sentiment with a gentle squeeze of his hand. But you felt it, Jasmine shifting ever so slightly in your lap, tucking herself closer like she was afraid he might pull you away.

Zayne noticed too.

His eyes glanced toward her, and he moved back just enough to see her face.

“Hey, sweetie..” he said gently. “I’m not taking mommy away.”

Jasmine didn’t respond. She just shook her head a little and held her penguin closer, her eyes downcast.

“I… I just want mommy a little more,” she said softly, barely above a whisper.

Zayne blinked, then slowly let out a breath as if the quiet request had tugged his heartstrings.

He nodded. “Alright. I understand.”

He brushed his hand over her head lightly, then leaned down to press a soft kiss to her hair. “You’ve been waiting all day, haven’t you?”

Jasmine gave a tiny nod, still holding you close, her face gently tucked beneath your chin now. She wasn’t pushing him away, not really, she just didn’t want to be forgotten. She wasn’t loud about it, but the message was there, tender and clear: 'I need her, too.'

You rocked her slowly, wrapping your arms around her.

Zayne didn’t press further. He didn’t joke or tease, he just shifted so he could lay his head on your other shoulder, careful not to take any space Jasmine needed. His hand found yours again, his touch steady, grounding.

The three of you sat like that for a long while, the silence soft and full.

Eventually, Jasmine whispered, “You can have mommy after I fall asleep...”

Zayne smiled, his voice a quiet promise. “Then I’ll wait.”

And he did.

Even as her breathing slowed and her body relaxed against you, Zayne didn’t rush the moment. He stayed there beside you, hand in yours, content to love you both, in different ways, but just as deeply.

XAVIER - son's territory

The room was comfortably dim, the curtains letting in just enough of the Saturday afternoon light to cast everything in a soft golden haze. You, Xavier, and your son were all sprawled across the bed, enjoying the rare peace of a quiet day.

Your son was nestled right between you and Xavier, arms wrapped tightly around your own like it was the most precious pillow in the world. His little cheek was smushed against your arm, breaths deep and even. Xavier, meanwhile, had already fallen into a heavy sleep not long after lying down, face half buried in the blanket, one arm tossed lazily across the bed as if reaching for you even in his dreams.

At some point, Xavier started shifting closer in his sleep. His arm landed across your son’s back, and his leg crept a little too close. Your son let out a tiny, muffled grumble but didn’t fully wake. Instead, he clung to your arm tighter like it was the only safe thing left in this slowly shrinking cuddle space. Xavier, still asleep, moved again, accidentally squishing the poor kid even more in his unconscious attempt to cuddle you.

That was when your son had had enough.

With a tiny huff, he stirred awake and sat up groggily, rubbing one eye with the back of his hand while the other hand reached for his favorite stuffed animal. He didn't cry or whine, just blinked slowly and began his mission with quiet determination.

He started crawling around the bed like a little general preparing for war, gathering plushies, pillows, and even tugging half the blanket along with him. He worked in silence, occasionally looking back to make sure Xavier was still knocked out.

You blinked awake when you felt the small weight returning, your son had crawled right back into your arms, snuggling into your side with a sleepy little sigh. You smiled down at him, brushing his hair from his forehead, your heart instantly melting at the sight.

But then you noticed it.

A wall—no, a barricade, had appeared.

Your son had carefully arranged his plushies and pillows into a full body barrier between himself and Xavier. The stuffed animals were stacked like sleepy guards, a fortress of soft limbs and squishy faces that formed an unmistakable boundary. A makeshift torso. Even a pillow “head.” He’d crafted an entire decoy dad to keep the real one from sneaking past his defenses.

You let out a soft laugh, covering your mouth so you wouldn’t wake either of them.

Your son, sensing you were awake, peeked up at you with drowsy, half lidded eyes. “Mommy…” he mumbled, already sinking back into sleep.

On the other side of the barricade, Xavier snored softly, completely oblivious to the pillow decoy that had replaced your warmth.

“mommy's just right here, buddy..,” you whispered, kissing the top of his head.

[samarill]

Dad!lads with their children after their kindergarten classes (⁠ ⁠◜⁠‿⁠◝⁠ ⁠)⁠♡

A short one shot of each lads guy with their child ♥︎ Dad!Rafayel, Dad!Caleb, Dad!Sylus, Dad!Zayne, Dad!Xavier.

| I may or may not have a slight favoritism towards Seraphina.... |

RAFAYEL — ice cream after school

The low sound of a luxurious sports car engine echoed down the quiet kindergarten street. Rafayel had just pulled up, one arm resting on the wheel, sunglasses perched on his nose, wearing a casual white button down and rolled sleeves.

Inside the classroom, Seraphina perked up immediately at the familiar sound. Her big, curious eyes darted to the window, and within seconds, her tiny body was rushing toward it. She pressed her face against the glass, cheeks adorably squished as she waved both hands with all her might.

“Daddy! Daddy!” she cried out, her little voice muffled behind the glass.

The other kids gathered around her, a mix of awe and disbelief on their faces.

“That’s your dad?!”

“He has a cool car!”

“He looks like a prince!”

Even the teacher chuckled softly, gently ushering the kids away. “Alright, class, let’s give Seraphina some space. Her daddy’s here.”

The door opened and Seraphina ran out like a rocket. Rafayel had just stepped out of the car when she flung herself into his arms. He caught her easily, scooping her up and lifting her high.

“There’s my little guppy,” Rafayel murmured fondly, placing a soft kiss on her temple. “How was school?”

“I drew you today! But I accidentally gave you blue hair 'cause I ran out of purple,” she giggled.

“blue's not bad,” Rafayel said thoughtfully. “I might have to try it sometime.”

She nodded very seriously. “You’d look like a wizard.”

He chuckled at her response, “I’ll keep that in mind.”

He helped her into the passenger seat, custom fitted with a booster seat that matched the car's plush leather interior. He even buckled her in himself, tightening the strap with care before tapping her nose gently.

With a smooth start, the car glided away from the kindergarten as Seraphina swung her legs and hummed her favorite melody, making up silly lyrics as she went. Rafayel glanced at her through the rearview mirror, one hand on the wheel and the other extended back just enough for her to hold his pinky.

“Mommy’s still at work,” he said. “So how about we steal a little time together?”

Her eyes quickly perked up, “Does that mean... ice cream?"

Rafayel smirked. “Of course. But only if you tell me what kind of secret mission you were on today.”

“I was on the Princess Operation. I had to build a castle out of marshmallows and glue.”

He chuckled at her enthusiasm “Sounds like hard work.”

“I got glue on my tongue,” she whispered.

He laughed, low and genuine. “You’re braver than I thought.”

The two ended up at a quiet, beachside gelato place—Seraphina’s favorite. She sat across from Rafayel on a high stool, her tiny feet swinging while she dug into a cup of bubblegum ice cream with rainbow sprinkles.

CALEB — nonstop story teller

The second the kindergarten doors opened, she bolted.

“DADDYYYYY!”

Caleb barely had time to turn before his daughter hurled herself into his arms, arms wrapping tightly around his neck, little sneakers dangling in the air.

He caught her with ease, chuckling as he spun her in a circle. “There’s my princess. Missed me that much, huh?”

Her voice was filled with excitement, “Yes! Daddy, SO MUCH HAPPENED IN SCHOOL!”

She barely let him buckle her in the car before the words began pouring out, nonstop, back to back, no punctuation in sight.

“So first we made paper puppets and I made mine a sky princess named SKY like a cloud and she can fly so high she touches the stars and then she has a pet bird named birdy and a baby hawk named hawky and they can talk, Daddy, they TALK—”

Caleb listened, eyes flicking from the road to the rearview mirror just to catch the wild hand gestures she was making.

“Then we played Freeze Dance and I WON and everyone said I was the best at the silly moves and Teacher said I was like a shooting star because I moved so fast! And then at snack time—”

This continued. All. The. Way. Home.

And once they were inside, it didn’t stop. Not while she was taking off her shoes, not while she was drawing sky, birdy, and hawky on the living room floor, not even while Caleb was heating up her after school snacks.

“And then Seraphina said my puppet looked like a cloud but I said ‘No she’s a sky warrior, sera!’—and I showed her the backstory I made. Do you wanna hear it, Daddy?”

“I would love nothing more,” Caleb grinned, already bracing himself for Act II.

She stood on the couch and posed dramatically, arms outstretched like wings. “Sky was born on top of a storm cloud and raised by swallows and her bird has glowing feathers that light up when danger is near and—”

He watched her with nothing but awe. Like she was the only thing in the world worth watching. And to him, she was.

By the time you came home, exhausted but smiling, the first thing you heard was your daughter gasping like she’d just discovered treasure.

“MOMMY!!!” she shouted, racing to the door and nearly tripping over her sock. “You’re home!!”

You barely had time to drop your bag before she took your hand and started dragging you into the living room. “I have to tell you something! A lot of somethings!”

Caleb, sitting on the couch now with crumbs from her snack still on his shirt, gave you a smirk and mouthed, "It’s starting again."

“I made a puppet named Sky—wait no, I’ll start from the beginning!”

You sat down beside Caleb, already pulling your daughter into your lap as she flipped open her sketchpad to show off the drawings of Sky, birdy, and hawky.

“And THEN she saved a village from a sky fire, and hawky the hawk flew super fast and brought her water from the stars—are you listening, Mommy? Because this is the best part!”

You quickly reassured her, “I’m listening, baby.”

And you were. Every word.

Because watching her glow like that, retelling her sky high adventures with her whole heart, was its own kind of magic.

And Caleb? He just leaned back and watched the two of you, arms folded, heart full, thinking

This. This is everything he would ever wish for.

SYLUS — She's shy around people her age (⁠ᗒ⁠ᗩ⁠ᗕ⁠)

Most of the kids sprinted out, laughing and loud, bouncing around in little clusters. Sylus stood near the gate, quietly observing from behind dark sunglasses, hands in his pockets.

And then, there she was.

His daughter.

Quiet. Small. Lingering near the door, watching from the corner with those soft eyes that reminded him of you.

But not today.

Today, she spotted him and immediately lit up, her entire face brightening as if someone flipped a switch in her chest.

“Daddy!” she squeaked, voice full of excitement and joy.

Sylus barely had time to take a step forward before she ran straight into him, her tiny arms flinging around his legs.

He bent down instantly, gathering her up into his arms in one smooth motion.

“Well, there you are,” he said, his voice warm, his expression softer than anyone else ever got to see. “You missed me?”

She nodded furiously against his shoulder, giggling. “So much!”

Sylus smiled into her hair. “You had fun today?”

She leaned back in his arms, breathless and glowing, eyes wide with excitement. “I won!”

“You did?” he asked, adjusting her backpack so it didn’t slip.

“Musical chairs!” she beamed, holding out her hand. A golden star sticker shimmered slightly against her skin. “I won the whole game, Daddy! And everyone clapped for me! Even Teacher said I was fast.”

Sylus blinked, surprised, but proud.

“You’re usually not one to rush into things,” he teased gently.

“I know!” she grinned. “But I really wanted to try today.”

He opened the car door, setting her down in her seat, and she kept talking—quieter now, but rapid, nonstop.

“and I didn’t even fall when the music stopped, and I got to sit next to jasmine, and she said I was good at dodging the chairs, and Teacher gave me a star, look! and I wasn’t scared today, not even when I talked to someone new—”

She paused as he reached over to buckle her in.

“And I wanted to tell you first,” she added in a whisper, eyes shining. “Before I tell Mommy. Because… daddy picking me up is my favorite part of the day.”

Sylus stopped for a second.

His hand rested over the buckle, fingers still.

Then he leaned forward and pressed a quiet kiss to her forehead.

“You’re mine too, little one.”

ZAYNE — future doctor

Zayne’s office was its usual haven of calm, clean, softly lit, and scented faintly of lavender from the diffuser he’d placed months ago after Jasmine said hospitals “smelled like alcohol spray.”

But it wasn’t just a doctor’s office anymore.

Tucked into one corner was a child sized desk, light wood, rounded edges, and a tiny matching chair. The bottom shelf of Zayne’s bookshelf now held coloring books, a few storybooks, a worn olaf plushie, and a box of crayons organized by color. Nothing too loud. Nothing too flashy. Just enough to say, this space is hers, too.

Jasmine sat at her desk now, feet not quite touching the floor, her tongue slightly poking out in concentration as she worked on her school assignment:

“Draw who you want to be when you grow up.”

Her crayon gripped tight, she looked up occasionally, brow furrowed, gazing at her father across the room like an artist studying her model.

Zayne was seated at his own desk, reviewing a medical file. He’d taken off his coat but was still dressed in his usual neat shirt and slacks. His sleeves were rolled just once, pen in hand, posture perfect.

“Daddy,” Jasmine said suddenly, holding up her sketchpad. “Do you think this looks like you?”

Zayne glanced up.

In her drawing was a small figure with a stethoscope, tiny glasses even though he didn’t wear any, and neatly parted dark hair. Beside him was another version—shorter, with pigtails and the same coat, the same serious expression. Herself.

Zayne walked over, crouching beside her to get a closer look.

“You drew me with glasses again,” he noted gently and lightly chuckled.

“You just look smarter with them,” Jasmine replied like it was a matter of fact. “And I want to be smart like daddy.”

He paused for a second.

“You want to be a doctor?” he asked, though he already knew the answer.

Jasmine nodded slowly. “I want to fix people like you do. And have a desk. And drink coffee.”

Zayne tilted his head slightly, eyes softening. “Do you want the paperwork too?”

Jasmine blinked. “uhm..… Maybe just the healing part.”

He chuckled under his breath.

She gave a bright smile, “Daddy, when I grow up.. I’m gonna have a desk like yours. But mine’s gonna have stickers.”

Zayne glanced at her tiny desk, already decorated with a snowflake shaped sticker and a crooked cat drawing taped to the side. “Looks like you’ve got a head start.”

Jasmine giggled, leaning over to carefully draw a lanyard around the neck of her little doctor self.

“That’s your ID badge,” she said, showing it off. “I’m gonna have one too. And mine’s gonna say Dr. Jasmine!”

Zayne crouched again beside her, resting his hand on the edge of her tiny desk. “I think it suits you.”

She tilted her head thoughtfully. “When I’m big, can I still sit here in your office sometimes?”

He nodded without hesitation. “As long as you want to.”

She didn’t say anything after that. She just smiled again, sleepy this time,and went back to coloring in the soft gray floor under her characters.

XAVIER — a new friend

It was quiet when Xavier arrived at the school gate.

Most of the kids were still running around the yard to get to their parents, some playing tag, and some laughing at who knows what. And in the middle of it all, at the waiting area of the kindergarten, sat his son, legs tucked neatly underneath him, small hands resting in his lap, gaze pointed toward the trees.

He wasn’t lonely.

Just… still. Observing. Like always.

Xavier approached with his usual slow stride, posture relaxed but eyes trained on his son.

“Hey, buddy,” he greeted gently.

His son looked up, that familiar face lighting up instantly with a small smile, the kind he reserved only for the people he felt safe with. “Hi, Daddy.”

Xavier crouched down in front of him, brushing a stray leaf off his shoulder. “Good day?”

The boy hesitated… then gave a tiny nod.

Xavier raised an eyebrow. “Just ‘good’?”

Another pause. Then..

“I made a friend.”

Xavier blinked.

You could’ve told him the moon fell out of the sky, and he might’ve had the same reaction.

“…A friend?” he repeated, this time softer.

His son nodded again. A little firmer this time. “Her name is Seraphina.. she has an ariel lunchbox. We sat together today. She gave me one of her cookies.”

Xavier felt something pinch gently at his heart.

His son wasn’t loud or bold. He didn’t climb fences or scream across the yard like the other kids. He was the type to watch the sky and ask questions no one had answers for yet. Sweet. Quiet. Thoughtful. Not shy, but rarely first.

So for him to say he made a friend? That was everything.

“That’s awesome, kiddo. Mommy's definitely going to be excited to hear that,” Xavier said, running a hand gently through his son’s hair. “You proud of yourself?”

His son shrugged, but he smiled. That small, bashful, almost secret kind of smile. The one that meant yes.

“Did you talk a lot?”

“Some,” the boy replied. “She likes mermaids and says that she's a mermaid... and also like stars. I told her about the moon rocks you showed me"

Xavier gave a hum of approval, standing up and offering his hand.

“Well then,” he said, “you ready to go home, Mr. Social?”

His son giggled quietly and slipped his hand into Xavier’s without hesitation.

They walked in silence for a few minutes, just the two of them, fingers gently laced.

Xavier didn’t press for more. He didn’t need to.

Because his son didn’t chatter.

He shared.

And today… he shared something big.

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dreamy

[samarill]

Satoru doesn’t let you watch sad shows like Squid Games anymore. Not after the incident. Not after you curled up in his lap halfway through the season finale, sobbing into his chest, asking if he’d ever betray you in a death game.

Excuse you??

He had just blinked at you, mouth parting around a dumb little “huh?” while your tears soaked right through his wrinkled shirt. His hands hovered like he wasn’t sure whether to rub your back or cup your cheeks to stop your tears.

“If we were in the games,” you sniffled, voice all wobbly and wet, “you wouldn’t turn out bad, right? You wouldn’t hurt me or other people?”

He choked.

“W-What?! No! Baby, what the hell?!” He’s already rocking you back and forth like that’ll do anything, his big hands spread wide against your back, thumbs dragging comfortingly along your spine. “I’d die for you! Like, immediately! Well maybe not immediately but I'd make sure you lived instead of me!”

And when that somehow makes you cry harder, he goes full spiral. His pretty lips parting in horror, eyes wide, trying to control the situation.

“Okay okay okay, no more sad shows,” he babbles, grabbing the remote with one hand while still cradling your head to his chest with the other. “We’re watching something happy, something safe - what about Bluey? They have dogs and no one dies, right?”

His heart is pounding, poor thing. You’ve got snot on his chest and he doesn’t even care. He’s kissing your hairline and making distressed little cooing sounds as he scrolls through the menu.

“You’re too soft for stuff like that, baby,” he whispers, planting obsessive little kisses on your forehead. “Can’t handle my girl sobbing into my chest like that again. Not with your pretty cry face, god, you’re gonna ruin me.”

You finally calm down with Bluey until the camping episode comes on.

[samarill]

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[samarill]

Finding you in the kitchen in the middle of the night...

It's 3AM, you got the munchies and he stumbles on you....

(just a dumb shower thought I had)

Feel free to steal the idea if you liked it, I just want a tag if you write anything cause this would probably be way to funny to miss lol

⭐️ Xavier ⭐️

Wakes up because he doesn't feel you next to him and zombie walks to the kitchen

Barely register what you're doing in the fridge

Doesn't say a thing and just sits on the ground, head on your lap, falling back asleep as you eat your cheese balls while petting his head

Will tell you he had "the strangest of dream" last night while sipping his coffee

🐠 Rafayel 🐠

Is already in the kitchen making a fucking quiche (this man has the worst sleeping schedule ever)

Acts sick when he sees you eating "plastic cheese" from the bag, even more so when you give him a full on cheesy smile to tease him

Ask your help with the quiche while sneakily throwing the bag of cheese in the trash when you're not looking

❄️ Zayne ❄️

Enters the kitchen waaaaayyyyy too sneakily and you both freeze like deers in headlight

He looks at you

And you look at him

And he looks at you

"I won't tell tommorow me if you don't tell tommorow you", he says with the softest voice while opening a cabinet and taking the cookie jar

You both end up seated on the kitchen ground, eating like gremlins

🐦‍ Sylus 🐦‍

Observes you silently from the kitchen door for a while, smirking as you fight with the peanut butter jar

"Do I need to open a tuna can for you Kitten ?" with a cocky tone

All blood drains from his face when he hears you yelp in pain as you cut yourself while making a sandwich cause he startled you

Will bring you night snack in bed and hand feed you grapes for a whole month to make amend (2 if you cry a bit)

🍎 Caleb 🍎

Will think you are a burglar and freezes, baffled, as he hold you at gunpoint ("Jeez ! I could have shoot you !") while you are munching cheese cube, undisturbed, in your fluffy PJs

Will tease you at first while calling you a weirdo...

...then steal your bag of cheese cube and throw them in your mouth and will be impressed you grabbed it

And again...

And again...

"...move a bit on your left....yeah !"

It will litteraly turn into a game to see how far he can throw them in your mouth from

[samarill]

Inspired by @filtheopathic’s post. It’s been so long since I’ve made a video edit. Please be gentle. 🥺👉🏾👈🏾

TW: FLASHING IMAGES

[samarill]

COD MEN:I May Be Vegan… But I Want Your Meat

A/n: i was watching 90 day fiance clips.

Enjoy

John Price- Captain

You drop the line while he’s grilling steaks.He pauses. Slowly turns. Cigarette dangling from his lips.

Raises one eyebrow.

“Oh yeah?”

You lean close, eyes gleaming. “I may be vegan…”

A beat.

“…But I want your meat.”

A puff of smoke escapes his nose as he chuckles.

“Bloody hell, you’ve got some nerve.”

Simon Riley- Ghost

He pauses mid-rep.

Looks at you from under his mask.

“…You want to run that by me again, sweetheart?”

You grin.

“I may be vegan,” you purr, inching closer, “but I want your meat.”

He stares. Then slowly sets the weight down.

“Jesus Christ,” he mutters. “You’re gonna be the death of me.”

Still hits the treadmill harder than usual after that.

John MacTavish-Soap

Chokes on his protein shake.

“What?!”

You lean on the counter with a smirk. “You heard me.”

He blinks, flustered. “You’re—you're literally makin' a tofu salad right now.”

You wink. “But I’m hungry for something else.”

He drops the shake. “And I’m going to hell.”

Kyle Garrick- Gaz

You: "I may be vegan—" Gaz: "Good for you, love."

You: "But I want your meat."

Gaz: "—EXCUSE ME?!"

You sip your smoothie. Innocent. He stares like he’s short-circuiting.

“…I am not prepared for this conversation without supervision.”

Still blushes every time you offer him soy milk.

Alejandro Vargas

You whisper it at the worst possible moment: while he’s wiping blood off a knife post-mission.

He freezes.

Then turns. Slowly.

“...Say that again, cariño?”

You: “I may be vegan…”

Him: staring

You: “…but I want your meat.”

He grins like a devil.

“Then come and get it.”

König

He drops the entire tray of schnitzel.

You: “I may be vegan…”

Him: “O-okay?”

You: “...But I want your meat.”

He turns bright red behind the mask and just… Shuffles away.

“…I need a cold shower.”

Phillip Graves

Looks up from his burger with the most unbothered smirk.

“You want this meat, sugar?”

Leans back like he’s about to say something illegal.

“Might have to make you earn it.”

[samarill]

COD Dad Reactions — She’s Crying in Her Playpen Like It’s Prison

Ft. betrayal, baby tears, and emotional damage for grown men.

Masterlist

John Price- Captain — Warden Regret

She’s in the corner of her playpen. Fists clutched around the bars like a caged revolutionary. Big teary eyes. Red cheeks. The sniffles of betrayal.

Princess:“I didn’t mean to eat the crayons…”

Price:“You ate eight, love.”

She wails louder. He stands there—stoic. Holding the line.

Thirty seconds later?

He’s inside the playpen. Reading her a story. Covered in glitter stickers.

Simon Riley - Ghost — Emotionally Compromised

He put her in time-out for biting Soap.

Now she’s clutching the bars like she's in Alcatraz. Tears pouring. Lower lip trembling.

Princess:“You’re a bad man.”

Ghost:“I told you not to bite him.”

Princess:“You locked me in the BOX.”

Soap (filming):“She just compared you to a war criminal.”

Ghost lasts 40 seconds before bringing her snacks and whispering,

“I’m sorry. But no biting.”

John MacTavish - Soap — Weak for Tears

She’s not even crying. She’s SOBBING. Face mashed to the playpen bars like she’s singing a prison ballad.

Princess (sobbing):“I’m never getting out… tell Bunny I love him…”

Soap:“Aw no no no—don’t say goodbye to Bunny like you’re dying!!”

He crumbles. Scoops her out. Buys her ice cream. She wins. Instantly.

Kyle Garrick -Gaz — Trying to Stay Strong (Fails)

He’s pacing outside the playpen.

She’s holding the bars with both hands. Looking up at him like he personally ruined her life.

Princess:“I’ll be good forever now. I’ll never do a crime again. Just let me out.”

He bites his lip.

Gaz:“You broke my phone in half.”

Princess:“BUT I WANTED TO SEE THE INSIDE.”

He sighs. Gives in.

“Fine. But we’re taping the buttons next time.”

Alejandro Vargas — Regretting Everything

She’s giving a full monologue in Spanish. Tiny hands gripping the playpen. Tear tracks down her cheeks.

Princess:“¡Papi, no merezco esta cárcel!”

He covers his face.

Alejandro (to himself):“She thinks I put her in Guantanamo for spilling juice…”

He pulls her out five minutes later. Holds her for an hour. Buys her a toy the next day out of guilt.

König — Instantly Destroyed

She’s rocking back and forth in the playpen like she’s serving time for treason. Eyes huge. Voice soft.

Princess:“You still love me… right?”

König (immediately kneeling):“I—yes! Of course! Always!”

She sniffles. Whispers:“Even if I broke the tablet?”

He gasps.

König:“...You broke the tablet?”

She cries again. He gives her his own phone like she just confessed to a war crime.

Phillip Graves — Emotional Manipulation Showdown

She’s in the pen. Pacing. Holding the bars like a mafia boss waiting for her lawyer.

Princess:

“When I grow up I’m calling the police.”

Graves:“I am the police.”

Princess:“...I’m calling Grandma.”

He flinches.Grabs her out in ten seconds.

“Alright, alright—no need to involve outside forces.”

She wins. Again.

[samarill]

Imagine: Johnny MacTavish and his ridiculously wealthy wife go grocery shopping

Setting: A normal supermarket. You’re in heels, sunglasses, and a trench coat that probably costs more than Johnny’s entire paycheck. He’s in cargo pants and a hoodie, pushing the cart like it’s a tactical mission.

You,holding up a coupon like it’s a cursed object:“Darling… what is this?”

Soap,grinning:“That’s a coupon, love. You hand it in, and the bananas are cheaper.”

You,sincerely disturbed:“Cheaper than… what? They’re already what—€1.30?”

Soap,snorts:“And with this? Boom. €1.00. We save thirty cents!”

You,leaning in, whispering like it’s a conspiracy:“Johnny. That’s not even enough to buy a chewing gum in Monaco.”

Soap, laughs, completely unbothered:“Aye, but it adds up, posh princess. That’s three quid saved once we hit dairy.”

You, blinking slowly at the math:“Do people do this?”

Soap:“Babe… people survive on this.”

You pause as he organizes a stack of crumpled coupons from his pocket like a man preparing for battle. You pull out your black Amex, just in case this gets out of hand.

You, murmurs:“This is thrilling. It’s like the Hunger Games, but for mayonnaise.”

Later

You,giving him the blackcard: Here,go get yourself those guns you love

Soap,confused but used of you spoiling him: Why? Why are you giving this?

You,putting a new layer of lipgloss: you showed a whole new world...(of peasants but you kept your tongue)

[samarill]

COMMISSION DUMP!

Dedicated solely to Mister Lady Killer Lion El johnson

Im. Shell shocked at how many people want his ass

They are HOUNDING HIM. He deserves it

[samarill]

you can do it, magikarp!

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