#I hate to say it but I probably asked my mom to give them to someone... Rip penny arcade physical copies...

[hallow-weeni]

I don't like tycho...

[koko2unite]

so many expenses this month and most of it isnt even for me :(

[wifeiy]

what if everyone was just nicer and more considerate when bringing up things that might upset me or make me uncomfortable or i have historically not wanted to talk about. and like what if you stopped and thought about how i would feel by focusing on everyone but me

[sharlsworld]

༘˚⋆𐙚｡⋆ keep it in your pants — 𝐋𝐍𝟒 𖤓

( 𝗅𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗈 𝗇𝗈𝗋𝗋𝗂𝗌 𝗑 𝗉𝗂𝖺𝗌𝗍𝗋𝗂 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 ）

（ 𝗌𝗎𝗆𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗒 ）𝗅𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗈 𝗇𝗈𝗋𝗋𝗂𝗌 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗌 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗐𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗀𝗂𝗋𝗅𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽 𝖺𝖿𝖿𝖾𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇

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yn

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yn i scream you scream we all scream 4 ice cream

lando you’re so pretty

⤷ yn omg stop or else i’ll have to kiss you 🙂‍↕️

⤷ lando WOW YOURE SO PRETTY OH MY GOSH YOU TOOK MY BREATH AWAY YOURE SO PRETTY BARK BARK BARK PLEASE TOUCH ME

⤷ yn uh…i have to ask my mom first 😥

⤷ yn she said i’m not allowed to kiss until i get married so…

⤷ nicolepiastri No I didn’t?

⤷ yn mommmmmuuuhhhhhhh

⤷ lando oh i’ll marry you 😈👅👅👅👅 come to my room and touch me pleath 🙏🏽

⤷ oscarpiastri Lando, please stop being gross to my little sister online please.

⤷ lando soz i just can’t help myself

kikagomes so hot 😘😍😍

alex_albon Still kinda surprised that you and Oscar are siblings

⤷ oscarpiastri Why?

⤷ alex_albon cause she’s so cool and pretty and funny and outgoing and your so…Oscar

⤷ oscarpiastri Wow am I blushing? 😐

charles_leclerc i think lando almost came in his pants watching you eat that ice cream

⤷ lando was it that obvious?

⤷ charles_leclerc mate there was a wet spot

⤷ yn guys…

lando you make me feel erotic

⤷ charles_leclerc you mean erratic dumbass?

⤷ lando no i mean erotic dip shit

⤷ charles_leclerc oh…

sharls_lerklerk ik mclarens pr team hates to see lando in her comment section 😭

⤷ mclaren You aren’t wrong…

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yn

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yn life is so good i ate some cum guzzling pasta, lando gave me the prettiest flowers, and now i’m gonna go home and get my shit rocked 🤪🤪👌

lando Fuck yeah

georgerussell63 Honestly real

⤷ yn ???

alexandrasaintmleux Ate some what?? 😟

⤷ yn whoever made that pasta deserves the most jaw dropping toe clenching sloppiest head ever

⤷ alexandrasaintmleux 😨

⤷ lando i actually made the pasta sooo…

⤷ yn it wasn’t even that good fr

lando you look so yummy i can’t wait to slurp you up 🥰🥰😍😍😍😍😍🥰

lando ik our neighbors hate us but i can’t help it

⤷ charles_leclerc your whole apartment building probably hates you guys

landossluttywaist i like how she kinda just embraces landos freakiness, it’s very inspiring

⤷ yn yeah he still shocks me sometimes with the things he says but i’m pretty used to it now 🤙

lando you’re gonna be guzzling my cum tonight 😈👅👅👅

⤷ carlossainz55 It gets to a point…

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lando

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lando new york, new york

yn hellooooo new york 🐮

oscarpiastri You better be keeping an eye on my sister

⤷ lando i am trust

⤷ charles_leclerc So we’re not gonna tell him that we lost her in time square?

⤷ lando you cunt it was your fault

⤷ charles_leclerc NO IT WASNT YOU LITERALLY WALKED AWAY WITHOUT US

⤷ lando I TOLD YOU I WAS GOING TO GET ALL OF US BOBA FAWK

⤷ oscarpiastri You lost my sister in New York?

⤷ lando well we also lost alex so she wasn’t completely alone yk?

⤷ oscarpiastri Lando…

⤷ lando we found them like 10 minutes later though so let’s look on the bright side 😊😊

⤷ oscarpiastri I’m to tired to deal with this right now

alex_albon The big apple 🍎

⤷ lando the city that never sleeps @yn 👅👅😈

⤷ yn blocked

⤷ lando WOWWW OKAY just gonna act like you didn’t eat krispy kreme donuts off it last night?????

⤷ lando SHE ACTUALLY BLOCKED ME WTF

⤷ charles_leclerc HAHAHAHAHA

⤷ lando from cream pie to no reply 😔

⤷ lando from swallowing to unfollowing 💔

⤷ lando from giving me head to leaving me on read 🥀

⤷ lando how does she so easily go from licking my balls to ignoring my calls 💔

⤷ oscarpiastri Mate 😔

⤷ lando she’s locked me out of the room now…

⤷ charles_leclerc HAHAHAHA

⤷ lando i’m coming to your room

⤷ charles_leclerc do not come to my room

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yn

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yn i unblocked him 🙄

lando acting like i made you unblock me jeez

⤷ yn you literally grabbed my phone from my hands and ran into the elevator

⤷ lando a guys gotta do what a guys gotta do 🤷‍♂️

lando bod goals perioddddd now come grind on me baby

⤷ yn how about you grind on me

⤷ lando fuck yeah i’ll turn into a stripper for you

⤷ yn i was joking

⤷ lando i wasn’t come here let me give you a lap dance

⤷ yn no i’m not gonna let you rub your manhood in my face

⤷ lando you let me last night💀

⤷ yn he’s joking guys

⤷ lando i got video proof guys

⤷ charles_leclerc eewwww lando cmon man

⤷ oscarpiastri We know you guys do it but we don’t wanna wake up one day and see my little sister and best friends sex tape all over the internet

⤷ lando awww you consider me your best friend? 🥹🥹🥹

⤷ oscarpiastri Not the point Lando, keep your guys’ sex tape off of the internet. No one wants to see that.

⤷ francolapinto yeah guys…we definitely don’t want that…but if it were to be leaked i wouldn’t mind yk…

⤷ pierregasly Awhh happy pride month Franco!!! ALLY 4LYFE!!!! ❤️🧡💛💚💙🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈

⤷ francolapinto Excuse me?

⤷ lando we all know you want a piece of this ass but it’s all for my baby love sorry

⤷ yn franco can have that ass dafuq just make sure to use protection okay?

⤷ francolapinto YIPEEE

⤷ lando did you just pimp me out?

⤷ yn yes i cannot go another round lando i’m gonna need an iv soon

⤷ lando noooo i’d rather you peg me than franco ☹️

⤷ yn okay come to bed 😛

⤷ lando IM COMING RN OMGOMGOMGOGMG

⤷ oscarpiastri GUYS PLEASE I CANNOT TAKE THIS ALL THIS FREAKINESS ANYMORE

⤷ yn i was just yanking your chain jeeezzzz i’m not actually gonna do that to lando

⤷ lando damn…guess i better cancel my fucking doordash order from spencers 😒 thanks a lot oscar

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yn

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yn i love my freaky boy

francolapinto i love him too

⤷ yn not now franco 🙄

estiebestie we know she’s just as freaked out as he is she’s just better at hiding it 😭😭

⤷ hoeforsainzzz yeah let’s not forget about that screenshot of their messages lando accidentally posted on his story last year 😭💀

⤷ yn let’s not talk about that guys 😔 my mysterious look was broken that day

⤷ alex_albon Trust we know she’s just as freaky as he is her name in lando’s phone is “deep throat goat ❤️”

⤷ yn ALRIGHT CAN WE GO BACK TO TALKING ABOUT HOW FREAKY LANDO IS FAWK

lando oh you love me soo baddd wow lets go back to the room and show each other how much we love eachother ❤️

lando let’s explore each others bodies ❤️

⤷ yn i’ve explored your body plenty of times i’m good for right now

⤷ lando oh so i don’t pleasure you enough and you hate me and think i’m ugly and want me to jump off a bridge?

⤷ yn i mean if you’re offering

⤷ lando i was just joking baby love come back to the room and let me apologize 👅👅💐

⤷ kikagomes is he bothering you queen?

⤷ yn yes come rescue me 💋💋💋

⤷ lando i’m not above baby trapping you, i will if needed

⤷ osarpiastri When is that ever needed?

⤷ lando when someone else has my girls attention dafuq

⤷ olliebearmen oh lando don’t play about herrr

francolapinto why can’t we all just kiss? just for fun you know? so in a few years we can be like omg remember that time we all kissed hahaha

⤷ yn so there’s this river…

[luveline]

i just saw someone on tiktok say “behind every girl that always wants to be around their partner is a little who’s dad didn’t choose her.” with aaron pls :(( and reader reveals her daddy issues? xxx

—hotch comforts you when you worry you depend on him for the wrong reasons. fem, 2k

You were aware of the irony. Girl who hates her father latches onto the first older man to give her any positive attention: the framing isn’t complimentary to either of you, and it’s not true, really. You love Aaron because he’s kind, and he’s handsome, and because he loves you first. You won’t pretend he’s perfect even if he might say that about you. He doesn’t have to be. 

Aaron is kind where all the other men in your life have been cruel. He is the person you go to when things go wrong, even if you don’t expect him to fix things for you. You know you have ‘daddy issues’, and you don’t want them to affect how you and Aaron are when you’re together, but it’s obvious to the both of you that you crave being looked after. The way Aaron takes care of you absolutely factors into why you love him. 

He wraps the tail end of your scarf into your coat and flattens the lump of it until it’s under your chin. “Alright?” he asks, not expecting an answer as he turns away to grab his own scarf. “Will that coat be warm enough? It might be a few hours.” 

“Fine. We’ll be inside most of the time.” 

“Mm,” he hums, reaching back to pinch your side. You laugh and he smiles but doesn’t say anything further, pulling open the front door, and holding it for you until you’re on the porch. 

“You know you don’t have to… spoil him, so much,” you say lightly. 

“It’s not spoiling, he only wants a few things.” 

You’d personally felt that Jack’s birthday wish list was a bit long, but you don’t care. You don’t have a vendetta against Jack's happiness. If Aaron wants to spend half a paycheck (alright, a quarter, if that) on some toys, he should do it. But he probably knows already that Jack won’t care if he doesn’t get all of that stuff. “I didn’t get half as much for my birthdays,” you say. 

“Believe me, honey, neither did I.” 

“One year someone’s mom got me a full box set of movies though. That was a good one.” 

“One year, I got two different pagers.” He snorts. “And now they’re useless.” 

“I never used a pager.” 

Aaron goes a bit red, self-shame or something silly like that. “Don’t tell me that.” 

“Cradle snatcher.” 

“Stop, that’s not funny.” 

It’s funny. You aren’t shockingly younger than Aaron but it’s definitely enough time to see the difference (not that you care, you quite like him with his permanent wrinkle between his brows and his big, big hands). “I really haven’t. I know what they are, of course, but I went straight to a cell phone.” 

He grumbles something unheard. Together, you get into his car and drive to the shopping centre nearest the house, a maze of storefronts with outdoor entrances, like a mall that’s been shaken and thrown out over two streets. It’s not entertaining but in a way, it’s good. Aaron holds your hand and you can walk around with your head held high, proud to be a well-dressed, in love-looking partnership. See, your face says to anyone who’ll look, I’m well-loved. 

After an hour or two he kisses your cheek and decides aloud that you need dinner. He doesn’t ask if you’re hungry, he just chooses, and you love it. 

“Thank you for letting me come today,” you say, sitting across from him behind a dinner plate and a towering glass of lemon water. 

“Did I let you?” he asks, distracted by his steak and fries, though he sounds as loving as usual. 

“You could’ve said no.” 

“I have no reason to. I like when you’re with me. Thank you for letting me bring you, then, and boring you half to death.” 

“Freezing me the other half.” 

“Ah, so smart, so clever,” he murmurs. 

“Witty.” 

“Always, aren’t you?” 

You wonder about the dessert menu, find your mouth working of its own accord. “It doesn’t feel believable, sometimes. That you want me around so much.” 

He pauses, resting his knife across his fork. With a free hand, he gestures to your hand. “Would you like more proof?” 

You aren’t sure what he means, the tennis bracelet he got you for your first anniversary, or the engagement ring that sits heavily on your marriage finger waiting to be traded for a golden band. Maybe he means the teeny silver bracelet that falls down your arm whenever you move, that one just for fun. 

“Not,” he says slowly, his eyes squinted to tell you that you’re caught, “that jewellery should be your sole proof.” 

“Would you like to prove it to me now?” 

He reaches over to squeeze your hand. “I want you around all of the time. If I could I’d have us sewn together at the hip.” He’s grinning, thumbing against your knuckles. “It might not be comfortable at night when you’re trying to climb all over me.” 

“You climb all over me, Hotchner, don’t lie.” 

Aaron nods appreciatively. “That’s right. You’re the second most important thing in my life, and that’s not your fault, only Jack is so endearing.” 

“He’s a lucky kid.” 

“No, he’s not,” Aaron says gently, “but I really do love him.” 

“Of course he’s lucky. He has a dad who loves him to pieces, his Aunt Jess is like, superwoman, and– you know, I know I’m not the same as that, but I love him.”

“You look after him,” Aaron says. 

“It’s honestly just nice that you seem to like him. You don’t act like he’s an annoyance for you, you aren’t angry to have to come out today to get him his presents.” 

“Well, no. It’s not something to be angry about. When you have kids, you’re signing up for every part of having them.” 

“I know.” 

He takes a sip of his drink and puts it down beside your own in what you know to be him buying a little time. “Honey, is there something… I don’t know, something you want to talk about? Is it Jack's birthday…?”

You feel your heart fall into your mouth, as though it began life somewhere else, heartbeat mortified on your tongue. He sees you fluster and immediately softens, turning your hand in his to stroke along the inside of your wrist. 

“Nevermind,” he says. 

“No.” You clear your throat. “It’s not about Jack’s birthday. It’s just… you know you weren’t always the best father you could’ve been.” 

He nods. “I do.” 

“But you are now. You’ve made sacrifices, you– you chose Jack.” 

“I couldn’t not.” You’re quiet. He understands. “Sweetheart, we don’t have to talk about it now. Would that be better? You can think about what you have to say, and I promise I’ll listen without judging you when you’re ready to tell me about it. Okay?” He gives your wrist a squeeze. “You aren’t upset, are you?” 

“I’m just thinking.” 

“Are you too distracted for dessert?” 

You let Aaron pick one for you. Let him pay the bill, he’d be insulted if you even asked about splitting it, and he might genuinely get annoyed if you offered yourself. You usually love it. Someone loves you enough that money is practically immaterial. Just last month he had to have the roof of the house redone, and you know his money isn’t infinite, as does he, and yet it didn’t stop you from being spoiled, because any money he has was money shared. You know if he suddenly turned pauper he’d still spoil you, same way you’re spoiled with soft touches and less chores than you should take. 

“You know I don’t think of you as my father, right?” you ask. 

Aaron chokes on a startled laugh. “Of course I do,” he says, coughing, clutching your elbow. 

“So if I tell you that sometimes the way you treat me reminds me of my father, you won’t take it the wrong way?” 

“No.” He smiles where he should frown, wraps an arm behind your back when he should be judging you. “Men are still men. And I am a father, so it makes sense that you’d have those connotations in mind sometimes.” 

“I don’t want you to be my dad, but I do wonder… I wonder if I want to be around you so much because my father didn’t want to be around me. Does that make sense?” 

“I think it makes sense to wonder about it,” he says diplomatically. 

You’re nearly back to the car and this is a strange place to bare your heart, but it’s not so dramatic, you suppose. “I just think that sometimes I cling to you so much, and it must be– I’m insecure about you.”

“Mm, but you have no reason to be,” he says, pulling you closer still, his fingers aligned against your ribs and warming through your layers. 

“My father didn’t like me, not like you like Jack. There were things that were far more important to him. But with you, I’m important, and– and I know it’s not the same relationship, but–” You groan, not sure what you’re trying to say to him, or what you want him to understand. 

“My father didn’t like me, either,” Aaron says, encouraging you to keep walking to the car. “He was not a nice person. And it absolutely affected how I feel now, even if I don’t always think about him. The way he treated me when I was young influenced the person I am now. And looking for the things I wish he was, looking for kindness, for a gentle partner, it doesn’t mean that I need a placeholder for him, does it? I know what you’re saying to me. Don’t think you’re wrong for wanting to be looked after.” 

You can’t help breathing out a sigh of relief. “Right.” 

“I’ve never been a young woman, and I don’t have a daughter, but it’s not hard to imagine how you felt. It’s okay to wish you’d been loved properly.” 

“I was never a daddy’s girl,” you confess. 

“It’s not fair. Everyone wants to be treasured when they're a kid. And it makes sense that you’re still looking for that feeling. We both know it’s not the same, but I really will look after you.” He smiles. “Okay?” 

“Okay. Sorry if it’s too weird.” 

“It’s not weird to want someone who takes care of you.” 

You bring your hands to his face. They’re smaller than his, you’ve shorter fingers with softer palms, but they fit perfectly on his cheeks. You tease the scratchy hill of his chin with your thumb before closing your eyes, reaching up for a kiss. The bags hanging from your elbows crack, crushed as Aaron gets his hands behind your back to hold you. 

“You’re too good to me,” you say softly, returning flat to your heels. 

Aaron pulls your face back to kiss your cheek. “You deserve everything you get, honey. I promise.” 

[letmegrabyourcuteass]

I need Maddie to crash out on her parents. I can't believe she'd be mentally ok with having to be the mediator for her parents and Buck. Not that Buck is forcing her into that position but more like her parents are. Like they aren't keeping up with Buck and his life. MADDIE has to be the one to tell them.

So, she slowly stops. And when Buck and Eddie's wedding are coming up, Buck was the one to send out 'save the date!' Invitations and he especially made sure to send one to his parents.

But he doesnt get any replies back. He doesn't remind them and Maddie this time, doesn't reach out.

So of course the wedding comes and goes, Buck tentatively asks his sister to give him away since SHE was the one to raise him all those years. It feels right. Bobby is the one to officiate them and Marry them off.

After Buck and Eddie's first dance, Eddie chooses to dance with his Abuela, while Buck reaches out for Maddie, who tears up.

Of course when its Jees birthday, the Buckley parents come visit. Something in Buck shuts down.

Then, something in Maddie boils. It lights on fire, even.

It burns.

"What do you mean he married?" Her mother says.

Then, she snaps. Chim could tell and pulls Jee and Robbie away and ushers all the kids outside.

"What do you mean what do you mean?!" She throws back at her mom. "He sent you an invitation! At the same time as everyone else, probably even sooner!"

"Y-you can't expect us to remember everything!"

"Yet you remember to come every year for Jees birthday and Christmas every other year! You even saved and put my invitation to my wedding on your fridge!"

"Maddie that's enough-" her dad starts but one seething glare had the man jerk back in shock.

"No! I'm done with both of you! I'm just-"

"Honestly Maddie if you had just told us!" Her mom says.

"I always do! I ALWAYS HAVE TO TELL YOU. That's YOUR job. Your his parents too and you STILL act like you don't give a shit! I shouldn't have to constantly remind you to check up on what's going on with his life!"

"He doesn’t even call us either!"

"The phone works both ways, Mom! You can text him, or video chat him, or even just email him! Or even send him a letter! Something!"

"Maddie-" Buck starts, and his voice is timid and small and she hates that he gets this way because of them.

"No! No Buck I'm tired of it." Maddie turns her glare back at her mother. "I'm don't being your mediator. You don't get to chose who you want to show up more for. God even Athena's parents were there! Even Albert flew down from South Korea for the wedding!" She takes a moment to breathe. Her face is red with anger. "It was his big day, and you neither one of you were there to give him away or for his dance, but I had the honor of doing so." She sniffs. "You can leave now. Go home. I don't want either of you seeing Jee or Robbie. If you can't love Buck then you don't get to have them. You've had so many chances, Buck gave you so many chances. I understand you grieving over Daniel, but now it just sounds like an excuse."

"You can't just exclude us out of our grandchildren's lives!"

"But you can exclude Buck out of yours?" Maddie says.

Athena steps up when things finally die down. "I think both of you should leave."

[cinnamorollcrybaby]

girl i love your shut up mom and career day fic so much!!!!!! i was wondering if you can do something similar to bothh? no pressure if you dont wanna!

Baby's first words

Tags: fluff, crack, jjk men as dads x fem!reader, angst on Nanami's!!!

Synopsis: You and your husband have been trying to get your child to say their first words. Chaos ensues.

An: I hope this is close enough to what you were requesting!! I really couldn't think of much more. Also, I want to point out that I completely forgot that Todo's first name is Aoi. I want to clarify that it is completely unrelated to your baby's name with Satoru lol.

SATORU • SUGURU • TOJI • SUKUNA • NANAMI

SATORU

"Alright Aoi, say da-da, and I'll give you this yummy scoop of baby food." Your husband coaxes as he holds out a spoonful of baby food just out of your small baby's reach.

"Stop bribing our kid to say dada." You giggle as you walk up to your adorable baby sat in his high chair. You fluffed Satoru's hair affectionately with your hand. These were the moments that made life worth living.

"Hmph. I want dada to be his first word. Wouldn't that be so cool?" He asks with a small pout as he coaxes your baby's attention again with the spoon. "C'mon Aoi, da-da." He sounds out the word phonetically to try to teach Aoi.

However, your pretty blue-eyed baby looked up at you with the brightest smile. "Mama!" Aoi cried as he made grabby hands for you.

Yours and Satoru's mouths completely dropped. While you immediately started laughing and picking up Aoi out of the highchair to snuggle your baby, your husband just looked at you with a bittersweet pout. He wanted to be y'all's baby's first words, but it was worth it to see your reaction to Aoi saying mama.

"That's right, baby. Mama." You encourage, smooching him on his chubby little cheek.

"Alright, I get it kid. I'd say mama to get a kiss too." Satoru laughs as he holds out his cheek towards you with a playful grin.

Jokingly rolling your eyes, you press a kiss to Satoru's cheek too.

SUGURU

"Alright girls, can you say da-da?" You said to the two young twin girls in their highchairs. You pointed to Geto as he stood next to you.

"They're too young to be talking, darling." He muses as he looks at your twin girls.

"But they're not too young to learn. Don't act like you don't want to hear them say dada." You poke Geto in his side, causing for him to let out a hearty chuckle.

"I want to keep them as young for as long as possible. Watching them grow up is going to send me into an early retirement." He says as he lovingly rubs on your back.

A doorbell sounding throughout the house caused your husband to sigh deeply. He hated being pulled away from these moments with you and the girls.

"Were you expecting someone?" You curiously ask.

"No, it's probably just one of those filthy monkeys again." He gripes as he pinches the bridge of his nose.

"Dada!" Mimiko shouts with a giggle, garnering both your attentions.

"You really have to stop saying that in front of the girls." You chide as Geto picks up Mimiko from her highchair.

"My sweet girl." He grins at the baby in his hands and blows a raspberry on her cheek.

The doorbell rings again, and you sigh this time. "I guess I'll go get it." You say as you start to walk away.

"M-m... ma..ma.." Nanako quietly whimpered as your presence left the room.

"Oh, it's okay, little one. She'll be back." Geto soothes as he picks his other daughter up with his other arm. What's the purpose of having two arms if you couldn't snuggle both your twin daughters at the same time?

After scaring off a salesman, you return to the heartwarming sight.

"You missed it, darling. Nanako said mama." Geto informs you with a proud smile.

"I always miss the good parts!" You complain as you scoop Nanako up out of Geto's arms. "I hope they stay this little forever."

"Me too."

TOJI

"Okay Gumi, can you say ma-ma?" You say as you're staring with a bright smile at your flat expression baby. He honestly looks like he might be judging you for even insinuating that he'd say mama.

"Okay, tough crowd." You muse as you hand Megumi one of his toys for him to play with.

You have been trying to teach him how to say mama for the past month or so, but he hasn't really said much of anything. He'll babble sometimes, but it's rare.

You were concerned about his mental and social development, but his pediatrician assured you that there was nothing wrong with little Megumi.

"He just doesn't want to talk yet." The doctor informed you with a lighthearted laugh.

It was semi-funny, but you couldn't help and compare with other moms. You knew it was wrong and every baby developed at their own rate, but you really just wanted to hear your baby's sweet voice.

Toji walks in through the front door immediately kicking his shoes off. "No one touch me. I'm covered in blood." He grunts as he tries his best to maneuver and not spread the blood everywhere.

Given his job, you were already use to this. "It's not yours, right?" You ask as you look up at him.

"Course not, babe. What do you take me for? An amateur?" He asks with a cocky grin.

Megumi looks up from his highchair, and his eyes immediately go as big as saucers upon seeing his dad walk in through the door. "Papa!" He immediately cries out, making grabby hands towards Toji.

You stare at your son in disbelief. "You little traitor!" You whine, but you also feel the relief pool into you. Your baby really just didn't want to talk to you, but that's fine.

"Ahh you little shit. You would do this when I can't pick you up. Your mama will kill me if I get blood on you." He grins as he carefully pats Megumi's hair with a clean hand.

"Damn right. Go shower." You instruct with a small grin.

"Yes mam." He retorts playfully as he shot you a little wink.

SUKUNA

"Okay Ryu, say ma-ma." You say to your little pink-haired baby as he's looking at you from his high chair.

"That's so amateur. He's the son of the king." Sukuna says as he pulls up a chair and sits backwards in it, facing y'all's baby. "Say dismantle." He grins wildly, and your sweet baby just giggles at him.

"You dare laugh in the face of a king, hm?" Sukuna asks as he playfully narrows his eyes. Despite how scary he was trying to seem, Ryu just kept smiling at him and giggling.

"Stop trying to get our baby to say cursed techniques." You chide your husband while shaking your head.

"Fine. Say Satoru Gojo's a bitch."

"Ryomen!"

"What!?" Sukuna shouts defensively. "I'll never forgive that white-haired bastard for teaching his kid to say 'kuna sucks'." You quietly laugh remembering that random video that was sent to you two.

In their older age, Sukuna and Satoru had settled on having a baby race. Constantly filming their baby's milestones and gloating to the other.

Sukuna had practically cheered whenever little Ryu was eating more solid foods than Gojo's kid was.

"D...d.." Ryu babbles and tries to get his syllables right.

"Woman. Get your phone machine out. He's going to cast his first domain." Sukuna says as he's immediately grabbing onto your arm.

"Sukuna, for the last time. It's just called a phone, and he's not going to cast a domain." You say as you start recording your little baby Ryu.

"Da..da... dada." Your son babbles out reaching up towards his dad.

Sukuna's face slightly drops, but it wasn't to one of sadness. No, he felt surprised. His son was reaching to him, calling for him. To most people, he was the King of Curses, but to little Ryu, he was simply dada.

Your husband scoops your son into his arms, hugging him lovingly. "I'll let you slide just this once. Next time you'll cast a domain." He says playfully while cradling his son in his arms.

Later, you would get a text from Gojo after sending him that video.

Gojo: Cute kid. Sukuna looks happy. Fucker is finally softening in his prehistoric age.

NANAMI

"Say da-da..." Your voice plays over Nanami's phone as he watches the video you just sent him of you teaching Hana how to say her first words.

"Dada!" Hana yells with a cheerful smile while clapping her little hands together.

Your husband smiles, missing you two dearly right now. It feels like his heart lives outside his chest. If he could afford it, he'd go home and snuggle with you two.

Yn: Stay safe out there, Ken. Please.

He promptly texts back, promising that he'll be back home before you know it. Though, something about the air in Shibuya tonight gave Nanami second guesses about that.

He could leave. He could leave right now and return home to you and his daughter, but his students and his peers need him.

Yn: The power's out here, Ken. Is everything alright?

Yn: Jesus I can hear the explosions from here...

Yn: Please tell me that you're safe...

Yn: Hana and I are evacuating. I love you. Please text me as soon as you can.

Yn: You fuckig promised... you liedd to me.

Yn: What do I tell Hana every time she says dada?

[custardtartsfan]

Jason Todd head canons that have accumulated over time

many thoughts about the boy constantly rattle around my brain and i would like to share them ദ്ദി(ᵔᗜᵔ) nothing hanky panky ish for i do not like to think about that

general bullshit ᝰ.ᐟ

he doesnt trust modern technology. he has a Motorola razr. no he will not upgrade, stop asking

has VERY messy hand writing. straight chicken scratch. barley legible

smoked during his late teens (post resurrection period, he was going through it). tried quitting in his early twenties, he bought a menthol flavour geek bar but threw it out cause Roy made fun of him

it wasnt even one of the cool ones with a screen. smh

he has a weird nostalgic affection for the thrift

it reminds him of being a kid, in the rare moments that his mother was sober enough to take him somewhere. and it was nice, his mom was conscious, all was well

and he could get whatever he wanted! he wanted a toy? sure bud, its only a dollar. why the hell not?

he recently walked into a Goodwill and damn near burst an artery when he looked at the tag on a pair of pants. it was NOT like this back in his day

his hair is like wavy, like not curly but wavy. however, he has no idea how to really care for it. shits dry is what im saying

i think hes very competitive about stupid shit

not like he gets pissy about mario kart, he will race you to see who can fold their socks the fastest

largest of the batfam. vertically and horizontally. hes a beefy dude. a brick shithouse

i think hes also the kind of dude that needs to know someone very well before he could consider dating them. id even go as far to say hes somewhere on the aro spectrum

i think he has a very high spice tolerance. like youll pry his siracha out of his cold re-dead hands. he LOVES African curry (yes this one is based off me) thats like his perfect kind of spice

back to his hatred of technology, he collects cds to listen to instead of streaming

he has one of those hip disk players with the headphones. Red Hood has been seen with a walkman

also hates tv, but will watch the news willingly. he will sit down and watch Wolf Blitzer of his own accord

romantic (୨୧• ꒳ •)=:♡

remember when i said he has the handwriting of an 18 month old toddler? yea well thats a little unfortunate cause he LOVES leaving notes for his lover. when he has to slip out the window for a job in the middle of the night, he writes a little note - “had to take care of something, be back soon. with bagels. love, Jay :)” but its written so janky his lover is spending the whole time hes gone trying to decipher it

dont tell him that though, he might cry

hes not a talker particularly. words tend to come out wrong in his experience. instead, he likes gifts acts of service to show you he cares

shopping with him and youre eying a particular top for a while? guess what’s mysteriously appeared in your laundry basket

lowq doesn’t have motion though..soo it might have been Bruce card. but honestly? money is money who gaf

what he occasionally lacks in funds he makes up for in willingness to let you do whatever you want to him

he will waddle after you in sephora, freaking out the occasional employee cause holy FUCK who invited the punisher, letting you swatch whatever you want on his hand

if you’re concerned about the milk in the fridge being yuck, give it to him to taste. he’ll let you know

there is no mountain to high, no dubious forgotten leftover too unhappy looking

cannot cook for SHIT. but he loves to eat

he will mention wanting food and stare at you longingly until you go to the kitchen

hes not gonna be playing fortnite while you’re cooking though, he can chop stuff. you may not want him within 50 feet of a place where food is prepared but he will offer

bless his heart

runs hot like a furnace. probably because hes a large meaty boy

he will grumble like a pensioner when you tuck yourself into his chest at night when its cold, but we both know damn well hes gonna be giggling and kicking his steel toed boots when he tells Roy about it later

he had pretty mixed, strewing negative opinions, about his little white tuft of hair at the front. hes tried cutting it, it grew back the same. he bought box dye, it doesnt take. so hes stuck with it. and he cant say hes happy about it

until you came along, all full of love and life, telling him you loved it. you though it framed his face perfectly and suited him great. you and your fancy affection fuck you

(he was cheesing for hours)

okay lets get sad now

hes got BADD anxiety about hurting you without meaning to. its a reasonable concern, hes a big dude. and these hands dont do a lot of cradling as a rule, more beating heads in

he needs to be reassured, but would rather roll around in broken glass then swim in lemonade than let that be known. hes more of a stare at you until you sooth him

he likes to be kissed and cuddled and cared for. so what? hes only incredibly ashamed. it doesnt matter how many times you re iterate that he has no reason to be, hes a stubborn bitch

thats all ive got! i hope you enjoyed reading my real time jason todd related word association. most of these were typed in a fury on the mobile web app on the subway so..if the formatting is yucky thats up to god (-.-;)y-~~~

[coldilikeit]

Isekai reader x Batfam (Neglected au)

Female reader

Prologue- Dead mom

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You woke up as a baby, daughter of a waitress and some unknown guy, your grandmother (mom's mom) kept telling you that you were weighing her daughter's life down, whatever, that old hag died a few months after you were born

It was bad enough that you were born poor, it's the fact that you were born poor in GOTHAM

Fake Mom was a waitress and she worked with a catering job, at one of her jobs, at a charity gala with some rich people, she had sex with a rich dude there, she didn't know she was pregnant and you were a surprise

But it didn't matter, you were hers and she loved you, she didn't have much to give you because you were poor, but what little thing she had, she gave to you

That meant nothing to you, she wasn't your actual mom, your real mom had a nice crib for you to sleep in, not some moldy probably a 4th hand one, your real mom took time off her work to properly take care of you, not put you in a baby carrier and bring you to jobs like cashier, janitress and other stuff

She wasn't your actual mom.

You didn't care, you're not supposed to care.

You were merely 6 months old, at your crib, you were trying to sleep, key word. Try, but your fake mom's cries were too loud, you didn't understand her anguish, it was just a fever, you've had fevers before, why is your fake mom freaking out about your fever now

"I'm so sorry my baby... Mommy can't afford to buy the medicine-" she stops as she hears your heavy breathing, you are struggling to breathe "mommy is very selfish... If I gave you to your dad, he could get you the medicine, maybe you wouldn't get sick at all- but that would mean you are away from mommy- I'm really sorry baby.... I'll work harder"

She took a wet cloth and placed it on your forehead, she hung her head low and cried

You thought she was being dramatic, all this crying for a fever?

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Now you're 6, you don't know if fake mommy is stupid or what but there's no light and the electric fan stopped spinning, there was only one fan in your apartment, did she forget to pay the electric bill or... Did you guys not have enough money, you can't ask her that because fake mommy is at work, who leaves a 6 year old at home!?

If fake mommy can't pay, you'll do something about it, you were not going to spend a hot night without a fan, you go to explore and you grab some wild flowers off the streets and tie them with long leaves, then you sell

You forgot to leave a note.

When you get home, there's cops, your fake mom is crying and she sees you, she runs to hug "God! (Name) Where did- did you go, I- was so worried!" She cried and sobbed, the cops went away after some time

You hand her 12 dollars "I sold flowers, 2 dollars a bouquet, the lights went out, so I sold, we don't have any money to pay right?"

Your fake mom smiles at you, "my thoughtful baby... Mommy just forgot to pay because... Mommy enrolled you in school!" She said excitedly,You raised your eyebrows "how much money do we have? Won't we go bankrupt?"

But your fake mom is crazy because she just laughs and hugs you

You hated being poor, being poor means you get bullied, it means you can't buy the stuff you want, it means using stuff someone else already used, it means your lunch would also be your dinner

You hated it

Because it also meant being looked down on, being the smartest kid in class (ofc) means nothing if your school bag had holes and patched up, it meant sometimes you'll see other kids your age buy something you wanted

It didn't matter, you could make do, you avoided being bullied and actually became popular by showing off, you landed bottle flips, you could do a handstand, needless to say, you were definitely invited to birthday parties, plus you were smart and well-behaved, parents and teachers love you, it didn't matter if you brought a present or not, all that matters is your presence

And when your birthday rolled around, the kids got used to the fact you were too poor to hold a birthday party, that didn't matter to them, to those kids and parents, you were the kindest person they've ever met, so they gave you presents, at first you tried to refuse (because you were ashamed you couldn't give them anything that's not handmade to their parties) but they insisted

Your fake mom was always busy, with so many jobs, she couldn't attend all award ceremonies and PTC's

You just won for the best science project in the fair (despite having the least resources), you were fine with fake mom not being able to attend the award ceremony, she was out cleaning someone's house after all

"where is her mom?"

"I don't know, but that poor kid, she's so sweet and smart, I feel bad that she has a mother like that"

"I heard (Name)'s mother got pregnant with (Name) while she was at college, thank God that (Name) won't end up like her, how could such a talented girl end up with a mother like that? She couldn't even attend her own daughter's award ceremony"

"the mom is probably off somewhere sucking someone's dick, if she gets pregnant again, I hope the kid takes after (Name)"

"(Name)! Sweetheart! Mommy's here! Oh sorry I'm late, I was at work" you fake mom smiles as she runs at you, she looks at your blue ribbon and hugs you "You're so smart baby! Mommy is so proud"

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You're 8 and you earn 5 dollars for every lawn you cut grass for, some of the people even give you snacks! You're already an entrepreneur! You smile to yourself, you weren't going to be like your fake mom, you were going to be rich, so maybe you and fake mom can get out of the cockroach infested house and fake mom won't work for an awful manager who hits on her and she won't clean toilets just so the both of you have something to eat

You come home with 40 dollars, you plan to give 30 to your fake mom for the bills and you keep 10 as a reward, but when you open the door your met with a bang

A bang from a party popper "Happy birthday my sweetheart!" Fake mom says

You look at the cake and decorations, you sigh, the money out in this could have been used for groceries

Your fake mom seemed to read your mind "Oh hush my baby, it's only once a year! Plus this is nothing to what you do for my birthday!"

That's a lie, your fake mommy is lying, your birthday decorations for her were handmade by you and her cake was just a muffin because you couldn't afford something more expensive, your birthdays were much more grander than hers

You give her the 30 dollars, you try to give her, but it seemed to make her sad, he smile wore off

Did you do something? Shouldn't she be happy? You were providing and helping!

"I'm sorry you think you have to do this my baby... You should be playing outside- not- not working, I want you to be a kid! Don't work anymore okay?"

But you're not a kid okay! You're reincarnated! And your previous life was much better than now!

So your fake mom should just let you help! Because you're trying to make things easier for her, why won't she let you help!?

But you keep it all to yourself and you and your fake mommy celebrate your fake birthday

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You're 10, and your fake mom seems... Weaker?? Is that how you put it? Her eye bags seem darker and her skin looks paler, you don't like this look from her, your fake mom is a pretty woman, who would have married good if it weren't for you, nevermind

You don't want your fake mom getting ugly, so every 9:00 pm you crash into her work place and you don't care if she still needs to keep on working and her shift ends at 9:30, your fake mom needs sleep! Someone else can cover for her

It's her birthday when she starts coughing, she starts coughing bad. The sounds were coarse and harsh, it hurt to even hear the coughs, you didn't want to know how it felt like

She grabs a tissue and coughs into it, you're sure you saw blood

Usually you're a master of minding their own business, but this time you rummage, you rummage through your mom's fake mom's room, and you find it, doctor appointments, medical certificates (when did she even go to the hospital!?), fake mom is sick, really sick, why didn't she tell you???

When your fake mom gets home, you show her what you found, instead of confronting you she acts like it's nothing, you get mad, of course you do, why wouldn't you?

"Mom are you crazy? Why didn't you tell me? The bill is huge? And why would you keep on working!? Did you forget what a sick person does? They rest!" You cry yell

She just smiled at you??? Is this woman crazy? "What was I supposed to do? Sweetheart, these things are for me okay? Don't worry about it, I'll be fine... Did you do your homework? If you haven't I can help you"

"I did... Mom?"

"Yes?"

"I want you to pull me out of school" you say

"what why? Are you being bullied? You can tell me"

"No I'm not! If you pull me out of school, instead of worrying about my tuition, you could just pay for your medical bills and actually buy yourself some medicine and get better!"

Fake mom turns silent "You don't have to do that"

"it's the only way! We can't afford both my school and your hospital bills! Mom! Your health is much more important than some certificates! And while I'm out of school I can work as well, even though I get paid a little, money is still money I can give to you-"

"NO! A mother's job is to provide for their kids and your my kid! You don't have to go to work, you don't have to stop going to school, you don't have to think about whether you'll be able to eat tommorow and the day after that, you're a kid! You're my baby! Stop worrying about me and instead, worry about boys you like or girls you like, worry about— I want you to be a kid"

You clench your fists "How can I be!?!? You think I don't hear you!? You come home when I'm supposedly asleep so you can cry about not being able to give a better life, I can hear you! I hear everything! You hate that your manager flirts with you! You hate that the mother's at school talks about you! You hate that I'm the only kid in school who can't afford a birthday party!, I'm trying to help! I can bring in money! I tutor, I babysit, I mow lawns, I can do more if I'm out of school!" At this point you're crying

Fake mom has never yelled at you, never. Whenever you get mad she hugs you and kisses you forehead, why is she yelling at you, you just want what's best for her

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You didn't care, after school you took on more jobs, you even started doing your classmate's homework and homework from higher and lower grades for money

Fake mom's medicine... It was expensive, that didn't matter, you'll work harder, you were so tired

You started selling bread for a family bakery who felt bad for you, that kind of money doesn't come up in thin air

But you were going to try

And you did, you really did, you did whatever you could

You and fake mom had another argument when you found out she got life insurance and placed you as the sole beneficiary

Fake mom's illness got so bad that she had to quit her jobs because she didn't have the strength to even walk, the amount of blood that comes out every time she coughs kept increasing

You stopped going to school to work more, you started to sweep and mop up for local grocery stores, the owner being a dad of one of your classmates

You knew your mom wouldn't approve, so you fed her with fake science fairs, fake school plays you had to practice for so she wouldn't get suspicious why you returned home late

"Don't stay out so late sweetheart, the riddler just escaped Arkham" your fake mom would warn you with a hint of love in her voice

If you could just make it work, even for half of the money you need, maybe you could put a down payment, and they'd give you the medicine and you'll pay them back later

So why wasn't your fake mom waking up?

You got home, after grueling hours of painting fences, you plan to tell your fake mom that you were just painting some backdrops for a school play

"Mommy?" You call out, you expect your fake mom to be either watching on a broken down TV or probably sewing some of your clothes with holes on them

It's eerie quiet, a quiet you don't like "Mama?" You see her in a chair, asleep and eyes closed

Is she that tired? "Mommy, do you want noodles? I'll make some?"

....

.........

"Mommy?"

You shake her body trying to wake her

Nothing.

"Mommy?"

Your heart drops "No... No. No. No. No. No. No... No!" You keep shaking and shaking her but nothing, it was then you notice her lips have gone horrifyingly pale

"no.. this- this- help! Someone help us please!" You yell trying to call your neighbors, someone, anyone!

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"I'm sorry kid, Your mom's gone, we'll try to find any other relatives you have" the police officer looks at you with pity

"I don't have any relatives left" you say

You're not going to cry, why would you? She wasn't your real mom, she- she....

Fuck, now you're crying, you're doing what you said you wouldn't do

The officer knelt to you and hugged you "We'll find you another loving family, one that will buy you toys and-"

"I don't want another loving family! I want my mommy! I want my mom" you cry

"it's okay... Everything is going to be okay" he pats your back

After a few days at the orphanage, the news came, everyone was shocked, a few staff who got attached to you were happy you'll be with someone who could provide, a few staff who also got attached to you angry that he abandoned such a sweet girl, a DNA match to the one and only Bruce Wayne, that man is your father.

You stand In front of doors a hundred times bigger than you, you see him- no you see them.

The infamous Wayne family, all in their glory

"Father, will it stay with us permanently" Damian asks

Dick the older one laughed and responded "Unfortunately for her, she will stay here"

Holy shit, you think

Holy shit.

Is this? No it can't be...

You refuse to believe you reincarnated in a Batfam x neglected reader story- surely not-

Welcome Reader! To the Neglected AU!

Prologue: dead mom- finished

Progress:100%

Chapter 1: "I wished I stayed at the orphanage"- start!

Progress: 0%

The screen appears In front of you

"Fuck" you whisper

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Alr so technically this is the prologue, "yes" won Soo...

Also goodbye mom

My ass wrote this with a fever, while playing chess with my cousin, I'm built diff like that

Also I won, if you want pics of the chessboard and the thermometer I'll provide🔥

[etherealily]

green // f.odair

This is essentially a blurb, but then again, it's too long to be one. Just go with it.

My other Finnick fics, if you have the time.

This was from my poll .

Finnick Odair + fem!reader. Warnings: Cuss words + mentions of what they did to Finnick.

You do NOT have permission to repost and/or translate any of my fics.

Desc. : Showing you the ropes.

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The mirror lies to him. It always has, always will.

Finnick looks away from it, head snapping at the sound of the door clicking. Smile, smile, smile. He watches the hinges as the sight of them slowly gets covered by the actual door , and continues smiling as his eyes move to who enters.

His smile drops. As does yours.

"Odair?"

"You?", he asks, his eyes no longer surprised but ferocious, the pain that usually takes reign of them overthrown by fury. "What are you doing here?"

His favourite and most troublesome tribute. You seemed to hate him for reasons lost on him. He had helped you win, hadn't he? Why the animosity? Perhaps that was not something he was to learn in this lifetime.

Your eyes look down, then around.

Okay, no. You were lost, you poor kid. "Yo, I think you got the wrong room. You lost or sum'n?", he asks, willing himself not to look over to the mirror and ensure that his eyes don't give it all away.

"No.", you sneer. "I'm not." Classic. He almost tells you to relax.

"Why are you at the Capitol then, kid?"

"I told you, you're almost the same age as me, don't call me that."

"And I told you, that doesn't matter. What matters is that I won the Games five years before you. So, there. Now, answer me. Why are you at the Capitol? You should be at home, being a nuisance to your mom and dad.", he says, adding in the insult that keeps your interactions as familiar as possible.

"Why are you at the Capitol? You should be at home packing your trinkets from the Victor's Village so that you continue being a shitty mentor.", you spit back.

Okay, everything is going as normal as he could hope for it to. Animosity, check. Snappiness, check.

"Wow. Remember, I was your mentor, and you won. So, I probably did something right."

"No, all you did was drink and party with Capitol people. On the off-chance that you did talk to me, you just told me the bare minimum.", you hiss, narrowing your- fuck - beautiful eyes. But there's something else. You're fidgety, constantly looking halfway out at the hallway, and halfway to him.

Okay, ouch. But... fair. He can't fault that, seriously. That is what he was doing back then.

"Alright. You win this one. Now, shoo."

"What do you mean, shoo? I'm supposed to be here.", you mutter, though you make no effort to actually walk in, as if you're waiting for him to do something first.

"No, you're not. You looking to raid the pantry before you leave for home with all your Victor-riches? I know where it is."

"No. This is room 580, right? I'm meant to be here."

No. No. No. No.

It takes a while. Perhaps a whole minute.

"Sweetheart...", he breathes finally, unable to trust himself to say your name, as though that would cement this moment to reality. Fuck.

Your eyebrows furrow. You've never been called that before. And definitely not by him.

"What?", you ask, still attempting to maintain the hostility you're both so used to, your unrelenting gaze betraying it. You're curious. You're worried. You're realizing.

"Are you... here 'cause of Snow?" He can barely get those blasted words out without coughing up blood, all Snow-esque.

Your eyes widen. He grips the edge of the vanity, his nails digging in, just as you grasp the door handle, clenching your jaw.

"No. Pfft. What? What does that even mean?"

Okay, now is not the time for this 'pfft, no' bullshit. He's been through the same dose and it's not a pretty sight.

"Y/N. Look at me. Answer me."

You shrug. "Okay, yeah. Uh, he assigned me this room to stay in for a while, okay? My family has to move out, first, right? They're renovating the Victor's Village house, so I gotta hang out here till it's done. What's it to you?"

That was almost the same excuse he'd used.

"How much you going for?"

"What? How much am I going for? You know the prizes that Victors get isn't varied , right? It's the same for everyone. You probably got the same thing. Actually, I remember the year you won. You definitely got the same thing. A house, food, and—"

"Jesus, Y/N, how much is Snow renting you out for?!"

You absolutely freeze, grip loosening on the handle, and your sanity, too, it seemed.

He doesn't meet your eye. How could he? After he'd just essentially summarized the cause for his (and now your) internal turmoil in about eight words? He really needed to be patient, but he wasn't particularly that sort of person, especially in matters like this. Time was literally running out, because in two seconds, the door behind you would widen and some Capitol freak would walk into his fucking wet dream come true.

You're quiet for a long while, and he can't help but chew on the inside of his cheek. He'd fucked up. He was more used to it than you were, that's for sure, but it didn't help to just say it so casually. It might land in your head that this was somehow less terrible than it actually was.

He turns back to the mirror, preferring to see his own face than yours, but that just makes it worse, because the fucking asshole in the mirror had just made an already traumatic ordeal sound like a casual Tuesday.

Shit, shit, shit.

He goes back to working on himself. The hair. It should be strategic and sexy. It should be—

"Five hundred thousand.", you whisper, voice hoarse and shame-filled.

Fuck. He was about to kill himself. He did that. He did that to you. He'd figured if he acted like you didn't matter to him, or that you were rough around the edges, Snow would've spared you, but clearly not.

He swallows, pursing his lips as he nods, sniffing slightly and adjusting his hair before saying, "I go for six."

He doesn't even have to have been turning around to know that your jaw has dropped. That everything's clicking. Why he was a shitty mentor. Why he was always drinking or partying with Capitol residents. Why he was almost never seen around the District. Why Snow had (probably) said that the experience was going to be familiar.

"So you requested me?"

His eyes widen, and he swivels around in record speed. "Excuse me?"

"So it was you who requested me. So that you could have one night of peace instead of with a Capitol Resident."

He can't even scoff anymore. He's just staring at you incredulously. He understands your mind's immediately going to what you would do, but seriously. You can't possibly think he would toy with your emotions like that.

"You think that I would willingly put someone through that anxiety? No, sweetie, we were both requested."

Okay, he's coming off kinda condescending, but he didn't have time to brace you for everything. He can't just show you the ropes here. It's not like mentoring for the Games. Though, it's very much like the Games. The not knowing who will attack. The survival instinct. The fear.

"Both? Like... us ?"

"Yes, us. You, me, and some Capitol sicko."

"Three people? How would that even—", you cut yourself off, closing the door and locking it behind you.

Like that'll help.

"You got the tattoo yet?"

"The what?", you snap, glaring up at him. As if he did this to you. Actually, yeah, he did do this to you, passively. And he'll beat himself up for the rest of his life.

"The tattoo.", he repeats, frowning. "Y'know, the, uh... wait, hold on. Is this your first... ever ?"

Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit.

You frown, immediately at the same defence that he'd been in when he was fourteen. "Yes. So? I'm eighteen, it's weird that it's not yours.", you spit, before your face softens slightly. At least it softened. At least you clearly didn't mean that.

You don't even have to say sorry. It's not like it's going to change anything anyway.

"Well, I meant is this your first time with a Capitol cunt , or the first time ever?"

It takes a moment. He can't imagine what this conversation must feel like as a girl, so he gives you the moment gladly.

"Ever."

He pinches the bridge of his nose. "Jesus. Do you, uh..."

"Yeah, I know how it works .", you say, clenching your jaw once more as you stare straight ahead, at the bed that you're going to lose your virginity - and part of your soul- in.

"I was going to ask , do you want me to cover for you?"

"Cover for me? What, you'll do all the work?"

"No, I mean... actually, yeah. I'll do it. I'll say you're unable to make it, or you're late. And once the hour is up, they'll leave, and you'll be in the clear. This time."

He needs to add that last part, because it's more likely you're going to have to go it alone most of the time. Such weird-ass requests were rare. Too rare to expect this to always be the case, but at the same time... too common to brush off.

"They'll get mad. You know they will. They'll say this isn't what they paid for."

"Then I'll fucking blindfold them! Seriously, Y/N. Just... let me handle this, alright?"

His magnanimity would be short-lived if you kept smart-mouthing him. He was this close to just letting you face the whole thing the way it was supposed to be ; the way he'd had to. With no cushion and no easing the blow.

But he wasn't even remotely that cruel.

"Go. No, wait, wait. No, don't leave, there's cameras outside. In there. In the restroom. Go."

He may have lost your respect then, but as long as you also lost your animosity, he was fine.

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It took a while for you to stop apologising, and an even longer while for him to show you the ropes. Like, actually show you the ropes. How to while away time to make sure most of the hour was just you talking, no matter how filthy your words were. How to get them to talk for longer. How to live with yourself, though he hadn't particularly mastered that one yet.

And thus evolved a pattern. After every single sickening time a Capitol cunt paid to touch you, you walked straight out the door and into Finnick's arms once the hour was up. You never spoke about it, and it both irked him and soothed him. Because one, how could someone go through that with no protest? Even he'd lost some sanity his first month or so. But two, he couldn't handle hearing it happen to you, so perhaps that was a blessing in disguise.

You changed, too, and in a strange sort of dichotomy, these miniscule differences were both exactly what he'd gone through, and the opposite.

For instance, you spoke less. Ditto.

However, you became colder. Not just to the touch, but your heart, as well. That did not happen for Finnick, in fact, he'd go so far as to say he became someone with much greater appreciation for the humanity of doing something with your entire heart, with emotion.

The only indication that you were still you was if you two were on his couch and an advertisement with him came on it and you let out a scoff, because 'his hair isn't even good enough to promote that'.

He'd smile. "Green's a beautiful colour on you."

You'd flip him off and he'd side-hug your shoulder.

It was worse, though, when Snow was on TV.

Which he almost always was, because the dear President was the light of Panem's lives, yes? Because then, you'd throw absolutely anything in your line of sight at the TV and his hard work of bringing things back from Four all preserved and lovely would go to waste.

The first couple times it happened, he'd just watched.

That being said, maybe about the fourth time, he held you back, didn't let you scream, didn't let you feel anything but his arms around you and his chin on your head. You kicked and screamed, and honestly? Finnick had taken a huge risk.

That move could've gone either way.

You could've felt the same as you did with the Capitol patrons and been severely triggered.

Thankfully, though, you didn't. You just writhed and struggled until you couldn't anymore, and when you went limp against his chest, you allowed him to stroke your tear-streaked hair out of your face, and look into your reddened eyes with concern so insurmountable you almost pushed him away and hid yourself from him forever.

But with his grip on you like a vice, you really couldn't.

"Breathe.", he coached, his thumbs rubbing arcs on your cheeks.

"Don't do that."

He tilted his head in question, though he didn't have a question, truly. He knew. "Don't what?"

"Make me look crazy."

"You're not crazy."

"I know, but you're acting like I am."

"I'm just helping you out. It's not an attack on you."

"You're holding down my arms and legs."

"You'd have broken the TV."

"So? It's a Capitol TV."

He nodded, letting go of you. "You're right. Go ahead. Throw the remote at the TV. Poetic justice or something."

"What?"

Schooling his face, he shrugged, spreading his arms over the back of the couch. "I totally get it."

"Well, I'm not doing it now. The moment's over."

"Mm-mm. No, you wanna make a scene, you commit to the bit."

"The bit?!"

"Yes, the bit of you being a fucking idiot and breaking an extremely expensive Capitol TV and turning my floors into a hazard by having glass shards all over it."

Silence.

"This is the part where you impart wisdom?"

"No, this is the part where I tell you something and you choose whether to go with it or not. We don't get many choices, you and I, do we? But I'm giving you the luxury of one now."

He waited, and when the nod came and you hugged your arms around your knees, he sat straight. "You can keep your composure and show that no matter what, you're stronger. District Four is, and always will be, stronger than anything the Capitol can throw— that Snow can throw at us. But then again, you could also smash pictures of him and bad mouth him and— hell yeah, break TVs whenever they show their face until even the static goes static."

"Those are my choices? Stoic or stupid?"

"Stoic or stupid.", he snorted, nodding. "Exactly. Unless you can think of a better one. And if you say Second Rebellion—"

"I'm not that idiotic.", you mumbled.

"So? What's it going to be?"

"Does it hurt?"

"What?"

"To be stoic? Because I, uh... I don't want everyone back home to think I'm some sort of—"

"Sellout?"

You nodded.

"It hurts. Yeah. But it hurts Snow more."

"I doubt it. He probably just sends more and weirder patrons."

"I get secrets, sometimes.", he offered.

"What?"

"Information. I get it. You could probably get something else you want. Access to things you want to send home? Hell, you could even get one of the treasurers to wire money to specific—"

"Finnick."

"What?"

"I'll be stoic. But only because of your whole District Four pride spiel. I don't need any special things. I don't need a thing from the Capitol."

A smile slowly took hold of his face. "Yeah?"

"You're really good at this giving-speeches thing. On TV, and in real life. Bleh."

"Green's a beautiful colour on you."

It all went great, actually. He successfully averted a crisis of you going apeshit and getting you and the rest of your District annihilated, and he didn't lose an arm doing it.

But then he did what he'd trained himself not to do.

He got personal. He got attached.

Fancy talk for he fell in love with you.

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"Seashells."

"The sea."

"The marketplace."

"Mera's Reaping Day casserole?"

"Oh, yeah, no, you win.", you relented, your hands up in mock surrender.

"I figured. Checkmate."

"That's officially the best thing about being back in the District."

"'Seashells' you said.", he scoffed, shaking his head, his mind saturated with his tirumph.

"Have you seen a single seashell in the Capitol that wasn't a replicated, plastic, flimsy piece of gaudiness? The seashells here are real and imperfect, as they should be."

"That's true.", he nodded. "But still. I want it now. The casser—hey, don't do that, come on, c'mere, I won the Games once, I can do it again.", he sighed, bringing your head to rest on his chest so you didn't seethe or cry or whatever it was you were about to do at the prospect of losing him. You'd never been in this position before, and he didn't want to find out what your reaction would be, because it'd just lead to him breaking down, too.

"You're not supposed to be going back in."

"Yeah, well, I'll be sure to file a complaint. I don't get too long, you know that. We need to go, Mags and I, okay? I promise, the destination's much better than the journey. Yeah?"

"What?" Now was not the time for this cryptic riddle bullshit.

He sighed, shaking his head. "You'll get it. Don't worry, alright? I got this."

"You said the same thing before my Games."

"And you did 'got this'. Aka, I was right. We're both strong. Okay? We're gonna change the world, Y/N, okay?"

You didn't understand what he was talking about then. If you had, you wouldn't have let him walk out that room.

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"Where the fuck is he?! Where— Where is he?!"

Yes, you were hysterical, feral even, because the Mockingjay had blown up the fucking arena, and you now had absolutely no idea where Finnick was, and yes, this fucking 'Haymitch' character had to get the hell out of your way, and— who the fuck was this guy? 'Plutarch'? Fuck him! "MOVE! I'M NOT FUCKING KIDDING!"

"He needs space, he needs to recover."

"You don't know shit about what he needs, where is he?!"

"If she's that eager, just tell her."

The two men glanced at each other. You were ready to throttle them both.

"Room 13."

Three nights and two days you stayed in that infirmary bed with Finnick. You startled awake whenever District 13 med teams came in, and you shot up, shaking your head and asking them each and every thing they were putting into his body, each and every instrument that wanted to touch Finnick had to be approved by you.

You avoided his gaze - not that there was much eye contact going on. He was far too spent to even stay awake for too long.

And then one night, you felt a nudge.

Your eyes desperately attempted to adjust to the light - or lack thereof - in the room, the only things around you the beeping and buzzing of whatever machines were keeping him alive, and you were just about ready to go back to sleep (if it was an axe murderer, you'd deal with it later) when you heard it.

Fatigued. Strained. Feeble. Quieter than a ruffle of feathers.

"Green's a beautiful colour on you."

You almost gasped when slightly trembling fingers gripped your wrist with all the might they had, and you glanced down to see them. Your green District 13 'Visitor' band.

"Don't ever do that to me again."

"Then you're going to listen to me."

No. You knew him well enough to know what was going to come out of that mouth of his.

"Finnick, I swear if y—"

"I love you."

Silence.

"I love you. Listen.", he repeated, kissing your hair as gentle as a breeze.

Reluctantly, you did. Because who'd argue after that revelation?

"You're going to go back out, and tell them I'm up. Alright?"

"But then they'll make you go on missions. And besides, the Mockingjay isn't even up yet!"

"She has a name."

"I don't care. She's the reason we're in this mess!"

"Is she?" Okay. Yes. You knew she wasn't. She was just a kid. But still. Fuck this shit!

"Finnick, we could just, like... okay, listen, the rebellion is causing unrest, right? The Capitol is more focused on the districts that rebels have got control of, like Three and Eleven, so they're not going to be focused on if you and I—"

"What? If you and I what?"

"Escape! Leave! Come on, Finnick.", you hissed, sitting up and glancing momentarily at the door to ensure no one had heard. "We don't need this shit, you know that. We could just slip out under their noses and t—"

"And leave everyone behind?"

"No, obviously! Bring our families, and then—"

"You're making no sense, beautiful. No sense at all."

His thumb grazed your jaw where it clenched, and he shook his head. "We owe it to them. Don't we?"

"We don't owe anyone shit, we've both sacrif— less me, more you, but we've sacrificed enough."

He smiled sadly, resigned, and there was no valid reason for how much it irked you. "Maybe you should be the Mockingjay. You've got the fire for it.", he remarked, bringing his thumbs behind your ears so he could pull you down to meet his lips for the first time ever, and it shut you up, but only for a moment.

"I'd make a shitty Mockingjay. I know too much about Snow, I'd just walk into his quarters - because I know when he's there - and shoot him between those beady little eyes, point-blank."

"Scarily enough, I believe you. Are you a good shot?"

"Who cares? I'll have to learn anyway."

"What? Here?"

"Well, yeah, when we go on missions—"

He snorted, shaking his head. "Whoa, whoa, whoa. No. You're not going on missions."

"Excuse me?"

"Not a chance in hell."

Oh, you were about to throttle this man until you saw the life go out of those sea green eyes. "Finnick, I swear—"

He cut you off by brushing his lips against yours again, gently shifting onto his elbows to sit up and deepen it as if this were a new power he had just discovered he could wield to get you to shut the fuck up. And then he held you against his forehead, almost like bracing you for impact. And impact it was. "I need your brain, that beautiful, rage-filled, slightly psychotic brain of yours here, okay? In District 13, so that you can be the mastermind and—"

"No! No, no, no, Finnick, no! It's not funny anymore, the whole patronisation thing, alright? It's not! I'm not staying here when there's a rebelli—"

"When Katniss wakes up - which she will - she will see that her entire district is... it's gone. And she will be —hey, stop that, stop!", he warned, grabbing onto your wrists to make sure you didn't cause a scene and storm off. He did not need your misery on his conscience. "She will be the Mockingjay, you know she will. I'm not letting you go out there, when you're much more useful here!"

"Letting me? Okay, listen, Finnick, I'm not letting you go out and do missions and whatever the fuck else Coin has planned! Propos or whatnot, I won't let you!"

He shakes his head, once again, tracing his finger across your features. "This is no longer a rebellion, alright? It's a war. I'm not letting you be in the frontlines of a war, alright?"

"If you think I'm letting you go back to the Capitol and be Coin's lapdog, you're very wrong!"

"You don't trust Coin?"

"No! I don't trust anyone here except you."

He nodded. "Same. Alright? Same. Which is why I need you here, to make sure they're not setting us up, alright? Be part of the mission assigning and I'll be safe."

You're quiet for a moment as his knuckles brush your cheek.

"I overrule Coin, okay?"

He raised a brow.

"Your primary mission is coming back safe. Alright? Hey, stop grinning. I'm serious. Don't be a hero, or a martyr. You're coming back safe."

He let you hold his face. "Did I just hear you say you overrule Coin? Because I think that's blasphemy around these parts.", he muttered, in a mockingly hushed tone.

"Don't change the subject. Finnick, if I lose you—"

"Coming back to annoy you is my primary mission. And hey. Speaking of subject changes, was this your first kiss?"

First real kiss, he meant. But you always knew what he meant.

"Yeah. So?"

"So that means this is your second?", he murmured, accompanied by one more press of his lips to yours. "And this is your third?" Another one. "And your fourth— lucky number four, huh?"

"You're changing the sub—"

"I know, I warned you.", he reminded, moving his kisses to your cheek. "Tell me when."

"When what?"

"When to stop.", he replied, his kisses now blooming down your jaw.

"Stop."

He did. He pulled back, and smiled down at you. "Done. What's wrong?"

"I just wanted to see if you'd stop.", you admitted.

"I'm Finnick. I listen to rules. Ask Snow.", he grinned, earning an eye roll from you. "Come on, give me your fifth."

You allowed him to kiss you a fifth, sixth, seventh, hell, a hundredth time, probably, attempting to pull away so you could tell him to swear he'd come back, but he shook his head. "Give me all your kisses. Kiss me forever, come on."

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Finnick wasn't heartless, alright? He yearned, actively yearned for what you whispered to him in the dead of night - every night since he'd been moved to the Training Center while you all waited for the Mockingjay to wake up, your forehead against his temple and your breaths against his neck as you clung to him like the scent of all his sins.

"Last chance, Finnick. We could run."

"And do what?"

"Leave Panem. Come on, there's no chance they'll even know—"

"District 13's security is hardly lax."

"We'll find a way."

He inhaled deeply, reaching for the side of your head as he gently moved it to his cheek. "We'll find a way to win. You'll be here, waiting for me after hatching a master plan so outrageous, Coin will be slow-clapping, and I'll come back here after I execute said outrageous plan. And we'll be free."

"Snow's not dumb. He's only quiet now because he knows he has to stack up his offences against Katniss like dominos.", you sighed, watching dim silhouettes of his fingers playing with yours. "First it's District 12 gone. And then who knows what's next? She may not even agree to be—"

"You said Katniss.", he smiled, a faint phenomenon in the dark. "You said her name."

"We were kids, she's a kid. None of this is an inch fairer for her than it was for us. And you're changing the topic again, Finnick. She's only seventeen, she really can't be the Mockingjay if Snow throws her a curveball. I mean, her husband isn't even here! You think she's going to react rationally to that?"

"No. No, she isn't. But she's a smart kid. She'll know the importance. And we'll win."

"We have to."

"We have to. You realize how lovely it will be? Hm?"

"What?"

"Oh, come on. Panem without a Snow? Panem without the Capitol? It's going to be beautiful. We could roam the Districts, do whatever we wanted, when we wanted to."

"Mm. That does sound nice."

"And without all the guns and firing, I mean, maybe mother nature will heal? Bring back the number of fish we had in Four at the beginning of the Games? That was, like, what double?"

"Ten times."

"Ten times the number of fish we have now. Oh, and, and maybe mother nature brings back the trees. Oh, green's a beautiful colour. Just picture it."

You hated Finnick for being able to so easily convince you of such - in retrospect - unrealistic things.

You hated Finnick for not allowing you to do anything but go over strategies with Plutarch, Coin and Haymitch.

You hated Finnick for leaving on the mission, and the unneccessarily short kiss he gave you before doing so, because 'I'll finish that when I get back'.

You hated Finnick for leaving.

You loved Finnick for everything.

You loved Finnick.

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Happy birthday!!! PJO please? Dealers Choice if not

Spring break freshman year, he agrees to go home with Jess to meet her family. The consensus among their friends is that she’s insane for asking and he’s equally insane for saying yes, but he and Jess are on the same page. They fell into each other instantly, a comfort and familiarity with one another that feels like it should have taken decades to build instead happening in mere months. He’s nineteen and in love and he’s trying not to be stupid about it, but every time Jess smiles at him he feels like he’s looking at the rest of his life. He hopes he is, anyway.

“They’re going to hate you,” Brady says. “Don’t take it personally. They hate everyone.”

“They’re scary,” Zach says plainly.

Becky elbows him and corrects, “They’re intense.”

Zach and Brady give her equally dubious expressions.

Luis claps him on the shoulder. “It’s okay, Sam. If it’s any consolation, my dad loves you.”

“My mom would love you if she met you, but I can’t really recommend the experience,” Brady says.

“Our parents probably wouldn’t like you, but they don’t even like us, so I wouldn’t take it personally,” Zach says, then high fives Becky when the rest of them make various noises and expressions of distress. Sam’s pretty sure describing his childhood as neglectful is being kind about it, but at least he never felt like his father’s absence was due to disinterest.

He’s faced down ghosts and werewolves and witches and a whole host of things that were actively trying to kill him at the time. He can handle an uncomfortable weak with Jess’s parents. It helps that she’s already told him straight out that their opinions of him won’t change how she feels about him. Which unfortunately supports the idea that they’re going to hate him, but at least takes some of the pressure off.

Jess comes from money, something he already knew, but driving up to a freaking mansion is still pretty intimidating. Nancy greets Jess warmly and he puts on his most charming smile for her, but it only garners a sniff of disdain. She can probably smell that his clothes are from Walmart and Goodwill, but there’s not anything to be done about that. Besides, he’s used to be looked down on for being poor. Even in those brief periods when Dad was working, hell when all three of them were working, he’s pretty sure they never made it over the poverty line.

Jeff smiles at him like a shark scenting blood in the water and shakes his hand with a crushing grip that Sam refuses to return no matter how badly he wants to. By the time they sit down for dinner, Jess is already irritated and snapping at her parents, who are ignoring it and talking around it with an ease that almost reminds him of Dad.

Jess is an inch shy of six of feet, so her mother being of similar height and her father being several inches above that doesn’t surprise him, although he notes with some vague smugness that Jeff is still a couple inches shorter than him. Jess is athletic, playing several sports and in high school and able to keep up with him on his morning runs when she can pull herself out of bed early enough to join him, and it seems that’s something else she got from her parents.  

“So, Sam,” Jeff says. Jess pauses with a spoon halfway to her mouth to glare. “Do you have any hobbies?”

Sam blinks, because he’d been expecting questions about his family or his degree, not his extracurriculars. “Well, I work at a coffee shop near campus, and tutor on the side, so outside of that and classes and studying I don’t have much time. But I like to read.”

“Read,” he repeats like Sam just cursed at him. “I don’t suppose you speak any foreign languages?”

He almost laughs, but manages to keep a straight face. “Some Spanish and a decent amount of French.” And Latin, Ancient Latin, Ancient Greek, a decent amount of modern Greek, and varying amounts in a smattering other languages long dead and some Japanese curse words he’s picked up from Bobby. But he knows better than to say that.

Jeff’s mouth twists down at the corners. “I see. Have you done any hunting, Sam?”

Wow. He has to bite the inside of his cheek to keep from breaking into tears or laughter. Has he done any hunting? What a question.

He’s about to say he has, because he really has hunted plenty of non-supernatural game, when Jess’s spoon falls to her plate with a clatter, her glare in place. “Dad! Stop it!”

“What?” he says mildly. “I’m just making conversation.”

“You said you were serious about this boy and we’re treating him seriously,” Nancy says, giving her daughter a hard look over her glass of wine. “This is what you wanted.”

“This isn’t what I wanted, I wanted to have a normal dinner with my boyfriend, not,” she cuts herself off, scowling. “That’s it. Sam, come on, we’re leaving.”

“Sweetheart,” Nancy says, while Jeff frowns, “Now there’s no need to be dramatic,” and something clicks into place.

No. No way.

If Dean were here, he’d laugh himself sick.

“My brother and I took down a wendigo last summer,” he says, because if he’s wrong he can pass it off as a joke, but if he’s not then –

Everyone falls silent and their focus is instantly on him, almost burning in intensity. Well. That answers that.

“Sam?” Jess says uncertainly.

On one hand, so much for getting away from the hunting life, on the other, he’s so relieved he’s almost giddy with it. The guilt for not being completely honest with Jess has been sitting heavy in the bottom of his stomach, going back and forth on whether telling her the truth was the right thing to do or if it would just make her think he was crazy and dangerous, and now that pull-push is gone.

She’s like him.

“We thought it was werewolves and found out the hard way we were wrong,” he says. “Luckily we’d packed a lot of lighter fluid.”

Nancy almost looks impressed and this time the smile on Jeff’s face looks real. “Jessica, why didn’t you tell us you’d found a nice, proper boy to bring home for once?”

She looks at him, equally shocked, and then her face slowly morphs into the same relief he’s sure is on his own. She puts a hand on his thigh and squeezes. “We went to school to get away from hunting, Dad,” she answers, easily filling in the blanks about his life based on what he’s told her. He puts his hand over hers.

“A distraction,” Nancy says with disapproval but then some of that dissipates. “Well, graduation will come, and then you can focus on things that matter.”

“Mom,” she says, frustrated, but then drops it with a sigh. “We’ll deal with it then.”

“In the meantime,” Jeff says. “We have a rash of hauntings we were going to pass off to someone else, but since you’re not one of those useless college boys, we can head out tomorrow.”

Jess groans.

“You have to keep your skills sharp, dear,” Nancy says. “There’s no reason to get complacent. Sam, do you have summer plans? Jess always complains about our summer trainings, but if you’re there��”

“If that’s what she wants,” he says. Jess’s parents have a house and a family and stability and if they’re hunters too that’s – well, he’d wanted out of the hunting life, but it doesn’t seem so bad like this. Not if Jess is with him too.

“Not the whole summer,” Jess says, grinning at him so wide her eyes are crinkling in the corners. “I want a normal camping trip where we don’t have to kill anything too.”

“A waste of a camping trip,” Jeff says and at the same time Nancy sighs, “If you insist, dear.”

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WHOS MOST LIKELY TO LEAK YOUR NUDES?

a/n: I just thought of this out the blue and lowkey pulled it out my ahh but here u guys go. Also I have some financial problems at the moment and I’m kinda stressed out. I only have haikyuu and my music to calm me down..and school is starting soon ughhh idek if I’m gonna have a roof over me by the end of the month. But let’s just hope I do, you can send in requests if you want! I hope y’all are doing well and safe.

(holy mischaracterization 🫩) I’ll do karasuno and fukurodani next

part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

AOBA JOHSAI

Oikawa: most likely has them in his hidden folder but may or may not show iwa (he definitely does show him and iwa slaps tf out of him for it cause why are you showing me your girlfriends goodies?) but he does not leak them..yay! But now iwa knows how brown your coochie is and if your clit peeks out your lips.

Iwa: he guards them with his LIFE. you trusted him enough to show him your body and send it in a jpeg form so why would he go around showing it to his friends and leak it to the internet? They will have to water board your nudes out of Iwa’s phone😭 he’s got them in his hidden with a Face ID lock on his photos app. Two step verification ahh

makki: …sigh. I hope y’all don’t hate me for this but he def seems like he shows his friend your nudes and even the movies you two made💔 he won’t post it on the internet UNLESS..you two have a very bad breakup and a few months later some random sent you a pic of ur tits. Yeah he’s petty petty like that.

Matsunn: no. He doesn’t even save them in his phone 😭 but he def tells makki or iwa how he had you screaming. He goes in full details. Barely tells oikawa those things cause he will make moaning sounds every time you walk by them in the halls..makki to

Kyotani: nah but he will blackmail you will them whenever you piss him off, just to go beat his dick to your twerking or masturbation videos you sent him.

Kunimi: another one who doesn’t even save your nudes to his phone. He dgaf and whenever you send one he just gives it a thumbs up. I mean yeah it was erotic and it turned him on but he’s too tired to masterbate right now, maybe later?

kindaichi: listen listen..his heart is in the right place but he might end up leaking you. By mistake 😅 and by mistake I mean it was your bday and he wanted to post a video you two have together and forgot how he recorded you with your legs open and getting fingered in the passenger seat because the first 10 seconds were of you and him smiling and kissing each other until it panned to your wet pussy getting absolutely destroyed by his fingers💔 he probably deactivates his page for a week. Yes he’s still recovering and you are to❤️‍🩹

NEKOMA

Kuroo: NO. Definite NO. People make him out to be a womanizer but he was definitely a virgin before you, got scared when girls would ask for nudes and send them. He low-key blocked some of his talking stages cause they sent him a titty pic out of nowhere and he was sweating bullets..he thought he’d get in trouble by his mom or smth. So, obviously you two have been together for a while. He doesn’t care and actually likes it and may send one back here and there but he doesn’t show ANYONEEE. Let’s just hope he doesn’t screen share his camera roll to Kenna one day and accidentally flashes him💔

Kenma: bro is chronically online he just doesn’t show it, he used to catfish girls on the internet and they sent him nudes. Tbh if you met him during his discord era he def wouldve leaked or blackmailed you. But now he’s too mature and doesn’t even reply to your nudes, just waits for you to show up and he lays the pipe or shoves your hands in his pants to show you what you caused

Lev: probably thinks he’s soooo cool. Showed Kenma. Yeah, showed him and Kenma snitched. Yaku found out and kicked his butt, he had to lecture lev on why that’s not OKAY. He says sorry and he genuinely didn’t know what he did was wrong 💔 cut him some slack..he asked if it would be fair if he showed Kenma his dih and safe to say Kenma WALKED away from that situation and everyone is just deadass laughing. Including kuroo, dudes laugh can be heard from outside the gym 😭 his heart is in the right place guys.

yaku: no no noooo he’s a responsible and respectful young man. But he will throw it in your face. “Remember when you sent me a picture of your pussy?” Whenever you two argue. And it’s so irrelevant to the conversation it’s like he’s trying to get under your skin.

Fukunaga: NAURRR never. Too sweet too innocent but he doesn’t ask for nudes and tells you that you don’t have to send any to him. But if you do send him one he reacts to them with a picture of his face😭 cutie lol

yamamoto: ….guys😅. Also like lev. Thinks he’s so tuff for having a naked pic of you in his phone. Brags about it to his friends and depending on what friends he’s w that day, they either beg him to show the pic or they look at him disgustedly (Kenma) or just straight up ignore him (Kenma). I feel like he gives into peer pressure so those same friend who begged to see the pic of you only got a small glimpse and that was it.

[bitchinbarzal]

Team Mom | C Keller

summary: you’ve become somewhat of a mom to the team.

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Clayton isn’t an outwardly emotional guy. He keeps things pretty level, takes things as they come, and never makes too big a deal out of anything. But when he’s named the first captain in Utah’s history, he almost loses it.

Almost.

He holds it together in front of the cameras, in the locker room, even when his teammates shower him with congratulations. He keeps it together when he shakes the GM’s hand, when he hears his name in the announcement, when he pulls on the jersey with the “C” stitched on the front. But the second he gets home and sees you standing there with a cake that says Congratulations, Captain! in slightly smudged icing, he feels the emotions creep in.

“Did you bake that?” he asks, stepping closer, a small grin tugging at his lips.

You scoff “Absolutely not. You think I had time to make a cake between running errands for your team?”

He laughs, pulling you into a hug. You smell like vanilla, probably from the frosting you insisted on fixing yourself “Thank you” he mumbles into your hair.

“For the cake? It was the least I could do—”

“No” he cuts in, pulling back just enough to look at you. “For everything. For dealing with the guys. For being here”

You roll your eyes, but there’s warmth in them “I don’t deal with them. I like them”

That’s debatable.

The thing is, you’ve been around Clayton’s team long enough that you’ve become part of the fabric of it. And somehow, without realizing it, you’ve ended up being something of a—

“You know you’re like our team mom, right?” Logan says casually one night at dinner.

You nearly choke on your drink “Excuse me?”

“Oh, for sure” Dylan agrees “You’re always checking in on us, making sure we have food, giving us rides when needed—”

“I once drove you to practice because your car was in the shop.”

“Yeah, and you packed snacks,” Logan reminds you.

“I was already going to the grocery store!”

Clayton, for his part, is having way too much fun with this. He leans back in his chair, watching as his teammates list off all the things you do for them.

The way you remind them to bring extra layers when they travel somewhere cold, the way you make sure they eat something green at least once a week, the way you’ve somehow memorized their coffee orders and deliver them without asking.

“I also pack your lunches” you argue, looking pointedly at Clay “Am I your mom, too?”

He smirks “Nah, i think that makes you my wife”

Your face burns, and the guys lose it, laughing at your expression.

The nickname sticks.

You don’t particularly like it, but you don’t hate it either. At least, not enough to stop the guys from calling you “Mom” every time they need something.

It starts off small.

“Mom, can you sew this button back on?”

“Mom, can you look at this text and tell me what it means?”

“Mom, I forgot my headphones — do you have an extra pair?”

And then it escalates.

“Mom, I may or may not have spilled coffee on my white dress shirt, and I need it for a team event tonight”

“Mom, can you send me that soup recipe?”

“Mom, I think I have scurvy”

“Mom, I—”

“I am not your mother!” you remind them.

“You’re the team mom” they reply, like it’s a fact of life.

And the thing is? You kind of are.

Clayton never says it out loud, but he loves it. He loves the way you’ve made his team feel like a family, how you take care of them in ways he never even considered. It’s not just about the meals or the reminders—it’s the way you care. The way you sit through their rants about bad calls, the way you text them good luck before games, the way you make their wins feel bigger and their losses feel smaller.

He knows he’s the captain, but he also knows that this team wouldn’t feel the same without you.

And maybe, one day, he’ll put a ring on your finger to make it official.

For now, though, he’ll settle for knowing that when he puts on that jersey with the “C” on it, he’s not leading this team alone.

He’s got you.

[luveline]

can we have dad!steve where he doesn’t shave and r actually loves it? ty <3

thank you for requesting ❤︎ fem, 1k

“What are you looking at?” 

You duck your head. “Nothing,” you say, giving Avery a little scowl. “Why don’t you mind your business?” 

Completely unused to your aggression, Avery bursts into giggles and points at you. “Silly,” she says, kneeling by your feet. She grabs her Barbie from your lap and gives her a wiggle. “Why don’t you mind your manners?” she says through a pout. 

“Nosey girl.” Avery nearly landed you in hot water. You retrieve Dove’s Dotty Dolly from the floor and stand her in front of Barbie. “Don’t be such a tattle.” 

“I am not!” Avery denies. 

“Then let’s talk about something else.” 

“Like what?” 

“Like where ladybugs come from.” 

Avery’s eyes go wide and bright. “The dirt, mom.” 

You’re not ten minutes into a skit on ladybug-Barbie when another presence is making itself known beside you. “Hi,” Steve says, smile in his eyes as he crosses his legs beneath himself, sitting squarely left of you and right of Avery. 

“Hi, daddy.” 

Steve nods at her hands. “What are we playing?” 

“We’re doing Barbie as a ladybug-girl,” Avery says, leaning into Steve’s thigh. He rests a hand on her back and she begins to melt into his hold, until she’s folding funny across him and he’s hugging her shoulders. 

“That sounds fun,” he says. 

“Do you want to play?” 

“Please. But don’t cheap out on me, I want a Barbie with clothes and shoes.” 

Avery looks like she might roll her eyes. “Dad, none of them have shoes.” 

“I put all their shoes back on like, two days ago,” he says, his outrage lost to her hair as she shoves her face into his chest. Steve’s easy smile calms. “What’s the matter, baby?” he asks. “You need a nap?” 

Avery mumbles. 

Steve leans down to put his ear next to her lips. “What? Tell me again, honey.” 

Avery whispers into his ear. Steve glances at you from over her head, his face set in an expression you have trouble deciphering. He presses his nose to her hair, says, “Thank you for telling me.” 

“Wait, what’s wrong?” you ask. If Avery’s not feeling well, you want to know. 

Steve releases Avery from his hug and she gives you an owlish stare that clears things up for you quickly, worse when Steve says, “Oh, nothing, just– My Avery says you got a staring problem. Care to explain?” 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You catch Avery’s eye, mouthing ‘tattle’ as she giggles and flees the living room altogether. 

“Avery said you’re looking at me and asking her not to tell me.” He crosses his arms over his chest. “So. What gives?” 

You shrug and lean away from him, the top half of you coming to rest on the big bean bag that the girls use for naps. It flusters beneath you. 

Steve leans back too. Your eyes love the cut of his t-shirt and the jeans hugging his legs, his pink-kitty socks and his hair curling at the nape of his neck. But the thing you like most, the thing that’s caught your attention all day, to your own surprise, is the dark stubble around his mouth. Steve has a ‘stache, and you don’t want him to know how much you like it. 

So weird. The girls hate it because it makes their kisses scratchy, but you don’t mind it. Didn’t mind it on your neck last night, and won’t mind when he kisses your cheek at dinner. If he showers tonight he’ll probably shave, too, and you won’t mind, you like him clean shaven. He always has been. 

Who knew he could find new things for you to crush on? 

Steve lowers his voice. “What, are you, like, pent up?” he asks with a laugh. 

You shove his knee with your foot until he grabs your ankle. “Shh!” you laugh. “No, I’m not, thank you very much. You think you’re such a lady killer.” 

“Well, you like me,” he says. 

“That’s astute. How’ve you worked that one out?” 

“Oh, you’re funny,” he says, pulling at your leg, dragging it over his. He pulls at you until you’re splayed over his lap, giggling at your limpness and the quiet thump of your head on the rug as you go flat. Gentle, he works his hands behind your back, leans in, and gathers you into his arms. One minute you’re laying down and then done, there, you’re in his lap. 

“Steve…” you say, laughing, letting your hands rest on his hips. 

“Let me look at you,” he says, lifting his chin. 

You stay very still. 

He rubs the small of your back with his knuckles as his eyes flit from one plane of your face to another. You shift a little when your knees begin to protest, but Steve doesn’t flinch, waiting for you to settle again before he meets your eyes. “Why were you staring at me?” he asks finally.

“I think you look handsome today,” you confess. 

“Really?” 

“Mm-hm. I like this,” you say, raising a finger to his lip. You touch the hair there and draw a line down to his chin. “The last time you grew out your scruff I didn’t like it, remember? But I don’t know. I sort of love it.” You press your forehead to his chin, then, fingers tied up in his t-shirt. 

You’d forgotten you weren’t gonna tell him. 

Steve doesn’t make fun of you. He presses a kiss like a light touch to your cheek, hand on the small of your back encouraging you closer to him. 

“That’s why you’re staring?” he asks. 

“No, I don’t know. I guess I wanted you to kiss me.” 

“I can kiss you. You don’t have to want it without saying anything,” he admonishes, bemusement in his voice and the slip of his fingers running under your t-shirt to tickle your lower back. 

You straighten up from his touch and he chases you for a kiss.

“Scratchy,” you murmur into his mouth. 

Smile to smile, Steve kisses you soundly, laughs against you, the itch of his nice-silly moustache under your nose. You almost sneeze. 

“I can get rid of it,” he says. 

Oh, honey, you nearly say, laughing into his cheek. “I like it, just, your girls don’t handle change well.” 

“They’ll get used to it,” he says surely, though you both know he’ll be in the bathroom with a razor and a rag the next time one of his girls refuses a kiss.

[zerosbubble]

Career Day Chaos.

Tim Bradford x Rookie!reader [PLATONIC] — Ongoing series: Like Father, Like Rookie.

POV: When you and Tim get roped into an elementary school’s career day, things quickly go sideways… thanks to a swarm of curious kids who seem to prefer you over him.

A/N: Long time no see! Sorry for the out of the blue hiatus. It was my first break from school in what felt like forever, so I definitely took advantage of that! Hope y’all can forgive me and I also hope all is well on your side of life. :)

You didn’t expect to start your shift surrounded by glitter, graham crackers, and the scent of dry erase markers—but here you were, standing in front of a room full of wide-eyed second graders, badge clipped neatly to your vest, pretending not to feel wildly out of your element.

Next to you, Tim stood like a granite statue—arms crossed, expression unreadable. To the untrained eye, he looked annoyed. You, however, had known him long enough to recognise the signs: he was just deeply, deeply uncomfortable.

“Okay, everyone,” the teacher chirped, practically buzzing with enthusiasm. “Let’s give a big thank you to our guests from the LAPD!”

A chorus of high-pitched thank yous echoed across the room, some enthusiastic, some distracted by the giant cardboard police car cutout in the corner.

One hand shot up before the teacher even finished introducing you.

“Do you get to drive fast all the time?” a boy in a red hoodie blurted, practically bouncing in his seat.

Before you could answer, another voice chimed in. “Have you ever seen a ghost?”

“My mom said you guys should eat the curb!” One of them exclaimed with a grin, who was soon escorted out to have a talk with one of the teachers outside.

“My dad says cops eat donuts,” another kid offered with a grin, clearly proud of that contribution.

“Can you arrest my brother?” someone else asked, very seriously.

You opened your mouth—probably to give a well rounded, age appropriate answer about public safety and teamwork—but then felt a gentle tug on your duty belt.

A small girl with messy pigtails and wide, curious eyes stared up at you like you held all the secrets of the universe.

“Are you his kid?” she asked, pointing directly at Tim.

You blinked. “What? No, I’m not—”

“They’re my rookie,” Tim interjected smoothly, tone flat as a parking ticket. His arms were crossed, expression unchanging as he scanned the room like he was preparing for a tactical op. “Not my kid.”

Another hand shot up near the back. “What’s a rookie?”

You crouched beside the girl who had tugged on your duty belt, careful not to knock over the crayon box balanced on the corner of her desk. It rattled slightly as you settled into a squat, bringing yourself eye-level with her.

“It just means I’m still new,” you said, voice warm and easy, like you were sharing a secret. “I’m learning from him.”

She blinked up at you, her lashes fluttering as she took in your uniform, your badge, your vest—then flicked a look over at Tim, who stood at the front of the classroom, arms crossed like a bouncer at recess. Her head tilted slightly, lips pursing like she was solving a very serious equation.

“Like a dad?” she asked.

You smiled, soft and unguarded, caught somewhere between amused and oddly touched. “Yeah, sorta,” you said, glancing up at Tim. “It is like learning from your dad.”

There was a pause—long enough to notice the faint scratch of crayons against paper, the rustle of Velcro from a kid trying to adjust their shoe, the way the fluorescent lights buzzed faintly overhead.

Tim didn’t say anything. But when you looked up, his gaze was already on you.

He didn’t roll his eyes. Didn’t scowl or scoff like you half expected.

He just held your stare, steady and unreadable—until the corner of his mouth twitched, barely there. Like he was acknowledging it. Like he didn’t hate how you’d said it. Like maybe… he even agreed.

Then he cleared his throat and turned back to the board, muttering something under his breath about kids these days, and in all honesty, you couldn’t tell if he was referring to the small children you were answering to, or you.

But he didn’t correct you.

And that was answer enough.

“You know ‘bad cop, nice cop.’ Are you the nice one?” the girl asked, tilting her head.

You stifled a laugh and glanced sideways at Tim. “I try to be.”

From the back of the room, a boy in a paper police hat stage-whispered to his friend, “They’re cooler.” He nodded his head towards you.

Tim’s jaw twitched. His brows ticked upward just slightly, like the betrayal physically pained him.

“Little traitors,” he muttered under his breath, adjusting the sleeve of his uniform. “I’m the one who brought the sticker badges.”

You leaned toward him, voice playful. “Don’t take it personally. I’ve got better hair.”

He didn’t move, but his eyes narrowed, dry as dust. “I heard that.”

The chaos rolled on. You helped the kids try on your vest (which nearly swallowed one of them whole), and they begged you to let them talk into the radio (you didn’t, but you pretended). Tim stayed close, looming like a grumpy storm cloud while you answered question after question.

At one point, a small boy with a blue marker mustache wrapped his arms around your leg and declared you were his “new favorite grown-up.” Tim just stared at him.

“Kid,” he said, crouching down to meet his eyes “you’ve known them for twenty minutes.”

“They let me try on the cool vest,” the boy shot back.

Tim’s eyes shifted up to you. “Congratulations. You’ve been out ranked by a second grader.”

“Wouldn’t be the first time.” You beamed, looking down at him.

By the end of it, your uniform had tiny handprints smeared across it, and your back ached from crouching so much—but you were smiling. And despite all his grumbling, Tim hadn’t left your side once.

You were halfway back to the shop when you reached into your pocket and pulled out a crumpled piece of paper—construction paper, thick and soft, with a crude crayon drawing of what was unmistakably you and Tim, both with blue stick-figure badges and beaming smiles. In the corner, written in shaky, bubble letters: “THE COOL COPS.”

You chuckled and held it up.

Tim glanced over, expression unreadable. “They gave you that?”

You offered it to him. “Split custody?”

He rolled his eyes but took it without a word, folded it neatly, and slipped it into the glove compartment. Like it was nothing.

You didn’t mention it. Didn’t have to.

You just smiled to yourself as he pulled back onto the road.

“Don’t let it go to your head, kid.” He said.

“Too late.”

The sun had already dipped below the horizon by the time you and Tim pulled back into the station lot, golden haze giving way to a cool, blue-gray dusk. Your feet ached. Your back wasn’t far behind. But your heart felt… warm. Lighter.

The kids at the elementary school had worn you out in the best way. You still had a sticker badge on your sleeve, slightly crumpled. And a crayon drawing—bright scribbles of you and Tim standing in front of a very boxy police car—was folded in your vest pocket.

You changed out of your gear slowly, letting the silence of the locker room settle around you like a favorite hoodie. The chaos of the day had passed. Just the hum of overhead lights, the distant buzz of dispatch through the hallway speakers.

Jackson stepped out from behind a row of lockers, phone in hand, looking way too smug for someone off shift.

“You’re not gonna believe what I just caught,” he said, screen already up like he couldn’t wait another second to show you.

You raised a brow. “If it’s Lucy making fun of my sticker again, I already know.”

He snorted. “Better.”

He turned the phone around, and there it was—a photo, slightly out of focus, clearly taken through the cracked locker room door. Tim stood at his locker, shoulders relaxed for once. His face was unreadable, but not cold. Focused, almost careful. And in his hands—your drawing. The one with the neon green police cruiser and giant badge-shaped sun in the corner.

You watched as Tim, in the photo, gently smoothed out the edges of the paper before tacking it up inside his locker door. Right next to his medals. Right next to the photo of Metro and Isabel from back in the day.

Your breath hitched a little, unprepared for how much that image settled into your chest.

“Didn’t even hesitate,” Jackson added quietly. “Like it belonged there.”

You smiled, small and stunned.

“Don’t tell him I showed you,” Jackson said with a wink, slipping his phone away. “Guy acts like he’s all tough, but we both know—he’s a total softie.”

You shook your head, a laugh breaking loose. “Yeah. I won’t say a word.”

But later, as you walked out into the night, the breeze cool on your face, you glanced toward Tim’s car. He was already there, sipping from a to-go cup, eyes on the dashboard like nothing had changed.

But you knew better now.

And when you climbed in, settling into the passenger seat like it was always yours, you didn’t say anything either.

You just smiled—and held on to the quiet.

Because that drawing wasn’t just kid stuff.

It was proof you were part of something.

And you weren’t going anywhere.

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[rafeandonlyrafe]

angel of a daughter

words: 2.2k

warnings: 18+ only!, smut, stepcest, stepdad!rafe, p in v sex, unprotected sex, virgin!reader, female receiving oral, fingering, breeding, fertility issues (from mother), reader is described as having big boobs, kinda pregnancy kink from rafe but more talk of sex while pregnant, cheating (no daddy kink)

“i got the results back.” your mom says, her voice low and sad, revealing her results with her tone alone. “the doctor says theres no way.” “i’m sorry, mama.” you pout, wrapping your arms around her shoulders. you hate that you feel a bit of relief. your mom had you young, a teenager knocked up by another teenager who ran off the second he heard his girlfriend got pregnant.

your mom raised you until you were a teenager yourself, doing everything by herself until your stepdad came into the picture. he inserted himself perfectly into your life, but expected to have kids of his own.

“whats the plan then?” you question as your stepdad comes into the living room, setting a glass of water down in front of your mom. you sit on either side of her, showing your support. “adoption? surrogate?” 

you like being an only child. you like it just being you, mom, and rafe, but at the same time, you want your mom to be happy, and if a baby gives her that, you'll adjust for her.

“actually…” rafe clears his throat. “we were hoping you’d be willing to help out.”

“yeah, of course.” you nod. “anyway i can.” 

you don’t realize what rafe means until later. you assumed it was just help researching adoption agencies, or finding a surrogate, but as rafe hovers over you, you realize he means to breed you.

“m-my mom can’t be okay with this.” you stutter out, body stiff against the bed, trapped as you blink up at rafe, body caging you over the mattress.

“she thinks you’re going to get inseminated.” he huffs out, breath warm against your face. “and in a way you are. a natural way.”

“i-i-” you stutter out. “i don't know about this.”

“come on, i see the way you look at me.” rafe shifts his weight to one hand, gliding down the other down your torso, squeezing your hip gently. “i know you want this.”

“you're married to my mom!” your eyes are wide, but a spark does ignite inside of you. “you're my stepdad!”

“and you’re going to be doing both of us such a big favor, pretty girl.” rafe coos, his fingers running along the material of your shorts, stroking closer and closer to your center every time.

“i-i guess it would be easier than going to a doctor.” you’re sure it involves waivers and legal shit that your mind just can’t even wrap around.

“exactly!” rafe smiles down at you, glad for your naivety. “besides, im making you feel good... you’ll get pregnant, and both of us will feel real good.”

“how many times will we get to do it?” you whisper, hands reaching up to touch rafes cheeks, running your finger down the smooth planes. “like, it probably won’t take the first time.”

“as many times as we have to babygirl. and i’ll take real good care of you during your pregnancy. rub your feet, buy whatever you are craving, eat you out.” rafe loves the way your eyes blow wide.

“thats not appropriate!” your mom has lectured you long and hard about sexual experiences and above all how important it is to wait so you don’t become pregnant young like she did. and now she is asking you to allow your stepdad to breed you when you’re freshly out of your teen years.

“its okay, its just you helping us out so im helping you back out in return.” rafe moves his hand up to cup your cheek. “let me show you.”

he leans down to press your lips together in a kiss. you lay frozen for a moment before beginning to move back, reciprocating the kiss as your hands fist into his shirt, tugging him lower.

you let out a moan into his mouth and rafe has to pull away to chuckle. “see, i knew you wanted me babygirl.”

“yeah.” you nod. “okay, lets do this.” damn the consequences, you can think about them later.

“good.” he coos out, lips back against yours quickly as his hand gropes at your breast, rubbing them through your tanktop. you’ve always been insecure about the size of your chest, but as rafe lowers down to look at them, you think about them in a whole new light.

“these are gonna feed our baby so well.” he says, tugging at the hem of your shirt, lower and lower until it breeches the swell of your breasts and they pop out the top. you don’t ask who he means by ‘our’. you can indulge in the fantasy that it’s just you and rafe. that your mom is still in the picture, but only in the role as your mother, not the one of rafes baby. 

rafe wraps his lips around your nipple, sucking deeply into his mouth, so in contrast to what it must feel like to have an infant feeding.

“i-more.” you gasp out as rafes fingers play with your other nipple, rolling and pinching at it until they’re both stiff peaks.

“i can’t wait to fuck you baby.” rafe says, helping you sit up just slightly to pull your shirt off, the small pajama shorts the only barrier you have left on your body. rafe also tugs his shirt off. you’ve seen him shirtless before in the pool or on your boat, but its different in this low lighting, so intimate and close. 

“gonna eat your pretty pussy first though.” rafe tugs your shorts down, your thighs pressing together to allow you to keep that part of yourself hidden for a moment longer, before rafe is pushing at your legs and slotting himself onto the bed in between them.

“aww.” rafe smiles, looking much more like a boy your age with his grin rather than your stepfather. “i knew she’d be cute.” his hands stroke over your inner thighs. “have you ever had a guy eat your pussy before?”

“no.” you shake your head. “never done anything with a guy.” you’ve kissed past boyfriends, but it never went beyond that.

“im gonna be your first?” theres a spark in rafes eye when he realizes that you’re a virgin. that he’s going to deflower you, fill you up. 

“y-yeah.” you nod. 

rafe wants you to cum once with his mouth and fingers first to open you up and get you wetter before he fucks you, so he wastes no more time, pushing his face forward between your legs, tongue swiping over your folds as you scream out in pleasure. 

rafe is glad as your moans increase with every flick of his tongue and glide of his lips that he chose to sneak into your room in a time when your mom was gone, off to the spa with her girlfriends, no doubt sharing to them her recent doctors trip and how her angel of a daughter agreed to be a surrogate so her and rafe could have a baby of their own.

“you taste so good.” rafe says. he isn’t one to enjoy giving head often, but you really are the sweetest taste on his lips. he focuses in on your clit as your entire body stiffens before relaxing, sighing out as your head becomes fuzzier and fuzzier with every touch of rafes mouth.

“do you touch yourself here?” rafe asks, pressing kisses to your clit, making out with it just like he did you mouth.

“no.” you shake your head. you occasionally grinded yourself into a pillow stuffed between your legs to get off when you got too overwhelmed, but you never reached your hand in your pants to feel yourself.

“what about here?” rafe brings his hand to your cunt, finger circling around your entrance.

your eyes widen again, that gloriously innocent startled look that has rafe grinding into the bed to give his cock some sort of relief.

“never!” you shake your head.

rafe just smiles, going back to focusing on your clit as his finger pushes in. you’re so wet it’s not difficult at all, but he can feel the way you squeeze around his digit, getting used to the feeling of the intrusion.

“relax for me, princess.” rafe says, sucking at your clit as he begins to move his finger in and out until he’s able to easily pump, the delicious squelching of your wetness filling the room with his every movement.

“gonna add a second, okay?” rafe talks you through the process, not wanting to do something to scare you into changing your mind. “gotta open you up for my cock, baby.”

rafe pushes a second finger into your entrance, working you open until he feels your body stiffen, his concentration going to your clit as he works you through your orgasm, your high so suddenly breeching that your body locks up and you let out a scream.

“shh, i got you.” rafe kisses along your mound as you work through it, pussy clenching around his fingers as he scissors them, knowing he needs you looser to fit inside.

“that-” you gasp out, mouth suddenly feeling dry. “that was so good.” “yeah?” rafe smiles up at you. “i can keep helping you feel that way, baby.”

“mhm.” you nod, not sure how you’ll ever go without now that you’ve felt the high that rafe can get you.

“can i fuck you now?” he questions. as much as he’s ready to go right now, if he has to build you up to allow him inside bare, he would wait.

“yeah.” your voice is dripping with eagerness. “yeah, yes please. just need a drink of water first.”

you sit up slightly, going to reach for your water bottle on your bedside table, but rafe moves quicker, helping you bring the bottle to your lips and suck the water down, pulling away with a gasp as a drop of water glides down your chin, reaching your throat before rafes tongue is on your skin, tasting the sheen of sweat as he follows the wet trail up to your lips, kissing you to keep your mind occupied.

he works his pants and underwear off while you’re wrapped up in the kiss, your hands stroking through his hair, playing with the strands. 

rafe moves your legs to wrap around his hips as he holds onto his cock, swiping it through your folds. he taps the head against your sensitive swollen clit, making you pull away with a gasp.

“stay nice and relaxed for me, baby.” rafe says, pressing kisses to your jaw as he lines up with your entrance. he pushes in slowly, your eyes clenching shut as your chest moves up and down with each breath, trying to keep your body relaxed like rafe said.

“there ya go.” rafe says, halfway inside your cunt. “good girl.”

he pushes as far in as your pussy allows, both of you sitting in that moment, relishing in the feeling of being joined together as you stretch to accommodate his large length, shifting your hips side to side and up and down to get used to the feeling.

“i gotta move, baby.” rafe says, his voice sounding strained.

“yeah, go ahead.” you nod. despite your affirmation, rafe continues to move slowly, his hips swinging back before pressing forward, carefully building up a rhythm.

“it feels really good.” you tell rafe, your cheeks flushed bright pink, hair fanned out on the pillow around you like a glowing halo.

“yeah, yeah.” rafe nods rapidly, his grip on control quickly loosening. “you feel so good too.”

rafe knows he should stop, but he loves the way your body reacts to his dirty words. “you’re so tight around me. i love this pussy. so much better than your mamas. gonna give me a baby, right?”

“i-yeah.” you nod. “fill me up.”

rafes loosening control shatters, his hips swinging forward fast, burying his cock inside of you as the pace instantly triples. you let out a squeal, the sheets gripped in your hands as he pounds into you.

“gonna fill up your pretty little cunnie, baby.” rafe grunts out, his own forehead sheening with sweat from his effort, his muscles straining as he pushes up then down, up then down.

“want it so bad.” you whine. 

“fuck.” rafe gasps out, mouth dropping open, his lips shiny from eating you out. “can’t last much longer. gonna cum.”

you experiment, clenching your pussy around his cock, and judging by rafes reaction of a loud moan and curse, you can tell he likes it. you continue, squeezing every time he pulls out, wanting to keep his cock wrapped in your warmth.

“i-im cumming.” rafe gasps out, his cock growing inside of you before your eyes widen, suddenly feeling warmth spreading as his cum fills you, his cock pressing in even harder, hoping it reaches your womb.

“god.” rafe groans, lowering his body on top of yours, but you don’t care about the weight as you smile.

“we’re gonna keep doing that?” you ask, running your hand down his back.

rafe looks up at you. “oh, of course baby. gonna keep fucking you while you’re pregnant too, maybe you’ll give us twins.”

you roll your eyes and giggle at rafe. “thats not how it works, silly!” “oh, what do you know?” rafe smirks at you. “you haven’t even had sex before!”

“well… i have now.” you mumble, shifting your hips from side to side, rafes cock still lodged deep inside of you.

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