#thinking about how he had been alone for a 1000 years...

[cyncerely-bullshit]

hey i’m just reblogging so this person who responded sees: i think you took the wrong message from what i said, and i wanted to clear up my statement for anyone else who may have had the same misunderstanding.

to @dewdrzpsofficial specifically, i agree with you 1000% percent. i can see “wss” in your bio, and while i don’t support Wilbur, im not here to shame you. I agree with everything you said in your reblog. my initial post is about how i do not believe that Wilbur Soot should be getting harassed the way he is.

you said i mocked him for flinching in public, that i call for a coordinated push to strip away his career, that im fueling a cycle of abuse. that was not at all what i was trying to say. In fact, i was trying to say the opposite, so im sorry if it came off in another way.

I brought up the flinching as proof that he’s been tortured more than he deserved, that he needs to be left alone by the public or stay out of the public eye for his own safety. I wanted to say that people who hate him should leave him alone because mocking him does no good in the long run. i would never wish harm or suicide on someone, no matter how much i hate them. and even though i truly hate Wilbur Soot, i wish no harm upon him because im a human with empathy.

i won’t apologize for saying i hope he loses his friends and career, cause i do, but i don’t want him to lose his life. i don’t track him, i haven’t purposefully looked up anything about him in years, but i keep seeing it on tik tok and im seeing enough to be genuinely concerned for his health.

like i said in my original post, no one deserves to live in fear. my post was intended to tell people who hate him to leave him the fuck alone. and i get that im hypocritical making a post about him while saying to ignore him, but i dont talk about him much, and i certainly dont obsessively track him. this is one of my only posts on this situation, and its to share my opinion that no one deserves the harassment hes gone through.

you made a lot of great points in your addition to my post, ones that i agree fully. in fact, i’m reblogging this mainly so other people can see the great points you made. a lot of the hate is “cruelty under guise of accountability” and it needs to stop.

even if we don’t fully agree on the situation and may be on different sides, we both believe in basic human empathy and treating people with respect.

i’m glad Wilbur Soot uploaded if only for the fact that a bunch of people who don’t like him just got the notif and now remembered to unsubscribe. it heals something in me.

also now that he’s posted a video and is coming back into the limelight with new LoveJoy stuff, here’s a general note: not harassing ≠ support. you do not need to throw things at shows or send death threats to him or his band to somehow prove that you hate him. you can ignore him.

there have been a few tik toks i’ve seen where he’s talked about having to learn what to do in case someone jumps him at a show. or if someone attacks him on the street. i saw a tik tok interviewer approach him to ask what he was listening to and he genuinely flinched and prepared to run for his life. the internet backlash has broken him to a point where he’s afraid to go outside and he looks like he’s aged 10 years over 12 months. that isn’t healthy.

let me get one thing clear: i do not like this man. and if you like this man, i probably don’t like you. but if you are someone who sent him death threats or threatened him or anything of the sort, you’re even worse than his supporters. no one deserves to live in fear.

does he deserve to have his platform taken away? yes. does he deserve to be made fun of on tik tok by the people who were once his fans? also yes. that stuff if harmless and frankly deserved. but he doesn’t deserve the thought and effort you put into making fun of him. you can ignore him. you can block him and someday he’ll be someone we barely remember at all. he can fade into obscurity with his big ego and shitty band.

[mrs-gauche]

"It can be argued that an immortal would have to be distant, or eventually all it would know is loss. What would our world look like to such a creature? What actions would they be capable of when everything except themselves is fleeting and therefore of little relevance to eternity? If we as elvhen discover a path back to what we were, we must be sure that the path is wide enough for all. For the individual who stumbles into that journey, who endures when all else is dust, can only be alone." - Keeper Ilan'ta

[lilacgaby]

title: gala gone wrong?

pairing: prohero!bakugo x prohero!reader

katsuki was suddenly forced to confront his feelings for you, when you were put in the date auction for charity.

the heroes gala was something katsuki wouldn't look forward to normally. but this year he had a plan. he was going to ask you to be his date.

...originally. he chickened out last minute and owed kirishima 1000 dollars.

he was surprised to see you come alone though, opting to sit next to him which made him fist pump internally. you were a very successful hero who also doubled as a model. for what reason you ask?

none really, you just did it cause days off of hero work were boring. walking runways, topping charts, and beating villains with style was just another day for you.

you looked especially gorgeous this evening though, working with another up and coming designer to design a dress that perfectly complimented everything from your skin color, to you hair, to even references of your quirk.

katsuki suddenly felt underdressed in his suit, but to be fair every hero who was a man was dressed in a suit. except for monoma.

the auction portion of the gala started before the awards were to be given out.

the awards were pretty pointless in katsuki's mind. the only ones that mattered to him were the final rankings of popularity, efficiency, and the overall category.

"you nervous?" you whispered, talking over the first few lower ranked hero's to be auctioned for a date.

"nah, i know i won at least in popularity." he said, trying to keep eye contact with you without stuttering.

"hmm. what if i won? huh?"

"shut up."

she put a hand over her mouth, when suddenly-

"and the last date to be auctioned, a night with the top ranked woman hero [name]!"

"huh? oh that's me!" you said, collecting your dress as you walked to the stage, leaving katsuki blinking in confusion to himself.

you were in this? i mean it shouldn't have been a surprise, you had a rabidly loyal fan base, even since U-A. but what was he supposed to do? bid?

"the bid starts at.. 15,000 dollars." you rolled your eyes and gestured for people to go higher, and they did.

"17,000!"

"20,000!"

"30,000"

numbers were being shouted from all around the room, with the highest bids barely even being able to be tracked. the bids ranged from new heroes who definetly could not afford you, to old men who you really wish couldn't afford you.

you covered your mouth as you let a laugh escape you, this was hilarious to you, you'd have to do this more often.

after a bunch of back and forth, one booming voice cut all the others off.

"500,000 dollars. cash." to your surprise it wasn't an old creep. grand, also known as shindo yo, had suddenly bid. just as they were about to call off the auction and announce shindo the winner,

katsuki's internal dialogue won and 'forced' him to bid too. "750,000 dollars." he declared.

he doesn't think he'd have done it had it been any other idiot who wanted a chance with you, but that loser had to go.

"sold! to dynamite! we've broken a record here folks, 750,000 for the charity of --"

the words faded into the background as he looked up at you, smiling and walking over to him. he felt is heart speed up, his hands drown in sweat, his hair puff out.

"if you wanted to take me out you could've just asked katsuki." you joked, taking him by the hand as you pulled him back to the table towards the back you two were settled in on.

"whatever, now we have an excuse to."

"don't tell me you like me or something katsuki? how embarrassing."

"i told you shut it."

she laughed and settled down, poking him on the cheek. "its okay if you do, i like you quite a lot dynamite."

he flushed red at that, tiny explosions being let out from his hands inadvertently because of how caught off guard he was.

she held his hand under the table, before looking straight ahead to the ceremonies going on in front of them. he smiled and leaned back.

the awards were pretty boring when compared to the view of you, so until they had gotten to the cool stuff he just eyed you.. daydreaming about the life you'll have together someday.

he focused again when the top three heroes in popularity, efficiency, and overall were to be announced by all might.

at the end of the night, not only did he leave with a number one trophy with 'popular vote!' embedded in its side and an all-might signature at the bottom,

he also left with a lipstick mark from you right on his cheek, some flowers, and a small note that read 'see you tomorrow :)'.

[oceantornadoo]

ch 1 of the wrong john: masterlist | next

john price x f!reader (johnny's twin)

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You figure one whiskey in the fancy bar across from your hotel can’t hurt.

Johnny put you up in a nice hotel, considerate with all the travel and logistics it took to get here. Two days of your PTO gone, an almost-argument with the gate agent who lost your luggage, chasing down an AirTag with said luggage, and a very uncomfortable taxi ride. But it was fine. It was for Johnny.

Johnny: the brother, the twin, you hadn’t seen face-to-face in over a year. The one who got in a screaming match with your Catholic family last Christmas over who he can love. Nevermind the sacrifices he makes for the safety of the world, it’s where he puts his dick that matters to them. You told him it was bullshit and thus remained the only family member he contacts. You were worried for a second that he’d group you in with them, would sever your holy twin connection for it, but you should have remembered who you were thinking about. If anything, you’d do that to Johnny before he did it to you, a fact you both pretended did not exist. That scrappy self-awareness that somehow only you had been born with, mistaking protection with isolation. So when he said he had a slow week, said he had a partner (a boyfriend!) he wanted you to meet, you couldn’t say no. That was as good as siding with your family.

The meeting was tomorrow (“1000 sharp, m'eudail. Come t’ base an’ we’ll show ye around. Yer gonna love Simon, ‘es all claws like you.”) For the oddest reason, you were nervous. It wasn’t like Johnny needed his family’s approval, if anything, you needed to meet the approval of his found family. The one he created when he left, the one he was slowly opening to you like a secret garden. One sense of a parasite and the gate would be locked forever. He never said as much, too happy-go-lucky for that, but you could sense the protectiveness behind his words during glitchy monthly phone calls. “Price, Gaz, an’ there’s the L.T. Calls himself Ghost but ‘es more bark tha’ bite. You’ll see, m'eudail.” And so you ordered a whiskey to quell the nerves.

“Miss, a drink for you.” The bartender placed a gin and tonic down that was certainly not what you ordered. “I’m sorry, I wanted a whiskey? You can take this back, I haven’t touched it, I swear.” He shook his head, reaching down to grab a whiskey glass. “‘S from the gentleman on the corner. Told me to say our gin is better than our whiskey, which I disagree with, but whatever pays the tips.” He placed a glass of whiskey (on the rocks) in front of you. “Both are on the house, courtesy of your admirer. Let me know if ya need anything or he bothers you.” You nodded your thanks, glancing around for this mystery man. The bar wasn’t too packed but with a game of football on, there were more single men than not.

Finally, you felt a pair of eyes on you, sticking to the back of your head like honey. You turn and there he is, icy blue eyes and a lumberjack look, bearded in flannel. He’s broad and he knows it, carrying himself with the grace of self-confidence. To add to it, he’s sitting alone in a back corner table, perfect view of all exits (like how Johnny told you to look for one tipsy night eons ago.) When you catch his eyes, he raises a glass, giving you a glimpse of hands you want to examine. Are they soft or worn? What about his beard? You promised yourself a drink to settle you nerves, a bubble bath and lights out before 11, but he’s throwing a wrench into your plans. It feels like foreshadowing, to what you don’t know.

“Bit rude to tell the bartender you don’t like his whiskey. Doesn’t give a good first impression.” Somehow, your feet took you over to his table without your permission. You’re standing while he’s sitting and somehow you’re still tilting your head to meet his eyes. They’re darker than they were on first glance, swimming with something that sends a shiver down your spine. You purposefully take a sip of whiskey, your gin and tonic abandoned at the bar, to will that feeling away.

“Jus’ givin’ some advice to a pretty traveler. Can’t have y’ thinkin’ this part of London has no drinks f’ a woman like you.” You find a gray hair in his beard and track it to the curve of his lips as he speaks, taking in the small details you couldn’t see from the bar. Like the way his eyes crinkle in a world-weary manner or the gruffness of his tone, like he’s used to giving orders rather than initiating conversation. It’s your new mission to unpeel the layers of this man tonight.

“And how did you know I’m a traveler? Could be a local for all you know.” He snorts, and in any other man, the arrogance would put you off, but it’s somehow attractive on him. “Well, sweetheart, everyone’s payin’ attention t’ Arsenal playin’ an’ y’ve barely given ‘em a glance. And any local worth their salt knows the whiskey here is watered down an’ grimy.” You take a sip of your drink, again, to prove a point, biting back a grimace at the taste. You can’t let him win.

“Does that make you a local?” Gracefully, he ignores how you could barely swallow down the last drop in your cup. Instead of answering, he signals the bartender for two gin and tonics, then gestures at you to sit in the other seat at his table. His silent command, and consequential dismal of your question, pulls at a string in your belly you didn’t know existed. Perhaps it’s the whiskey.

“Nah, ‘v been around. Been in London for work a while an’ hav’ learned about whiskey choices the hard way. And you? Not from ‘ere, can tell by the accent.” You write that down in your imaginary notebook, hoping a whiskey enthusiast doesn’t equal a reliance on alcohol. You’re fast to determine red flags, especially with strangers. “From Scotland but haven’t been home in a while so the accent’s a bit over the place. What’s your work?”

He takes a sip of the newly arrived gin and tonic, savoring the taste with his tongue. It darts out to catch a drop the edge of his lip and you’re hit with visions of where else he could put it. God, you don’t even know his name yet. “Security consultant. Protectin’ whatever they pay me to protect. An’ you?” It’s a lie. His eyes don’t stray from your face but your bullshit-o-meter is ringing somewhere. You let him have it, deciding a lie for a lie is the best way to go.

“I’m interviewing with a company around here, so I’m currently in between jobs. But I trade in corporate bullshit.” He chuckles, smooth and low like good whiskey, and it’s enough that you forgive the lie, letting it gather dust in the back of your mind. “My name’s John, sweetheart. An’ yours?” You murmur it sweet and slow, fluttering your lashes to lock in the deal. It’s near 10 now, and you don’t want to be yawning when you meet Johnny tomorrow. You have a feeling the man in front of you could keep you up all night if you let him.

John pulls your chair into his until your thighs are slotted in between each other like puzzle pieces. “Got any plans tonight?” You shake your head no, pressing your leg into his own. The harsh denim of his jeans scrapes against your well-worn ones, reminding you of how rugged he seems. You want to see how untamed he can be, and your panties dampen at the thought.

“Well, John,” you overemphasize the last syllable of his name to make sure he’s paying attention. “My hotel is across the street if you need to expand your London knowledge. Really give you that local aura.” His thumb grazes your knee, stroking against the grain pattern. “Sounds good t’ me, sweetheart. Let’s give it a go.”

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Few thoughts:

m'eudail - my darling, my dear

The base is on the outskirts of London but the hotel is in the city because I said so.

I don’t know anything about London football, Arsenal was the first team that showed up. Thanks google

This was all build up but the next chapter will have some smut! 

This is more for a plot based audience so here’s my AO3 if you’d like to subscribe

Comment if you want to be tagged 🙂

[shadows-shells]

Semifinals next!

shoutout to 03!Raph, Rise!Leo must be so tired now after THIS particular turtle RIGHT AFTER 03!Mike 😂 Brutal round. We lost half the 03! team 🥲

87!Don giving out autographs is SENDING me 😂 u just know he is blowing air-kisses to the crowds right after the match 😂 while 03!Leo just stands there and. um. tries not to laugh 😂 

Mirage!Raph hate-watching all those matches 🤣 "i can defn take Archie!Raphael wtf"

Then he and Rise!Donnie meet eyes across the stadium and hiss at each other 😂03!Mike defn noticed and grins a Joker's grin at Mirage!Raph 😂 

semifinalists! Rise!Leon, Archie!Raphael, 03!Leo and Mirage!Leo

...one of these is not like the others 🤣 

...i rly don't know enough abt the Archie series to judge if he is actl a better fighter than Leon - and i doubt Leon will just roll over - but it would be funny. If. Archie Raph somehow took him out 🤣

Truthfully i think out of them, Leon is the one having the least fun and feeling the most pressure. 

Archie!Raph is upbeat from a friendly match with IDW!Mike and enjoying showing off his costume(s) to the crowd. 

Mirage!Leo just doesn't give a single flying eff; he has been making lots of friends and eaten 2 rounds of delicious ice-cream 😂 

03!Leo had a good, satisfying match with the Jumbo Turtle, is so proud of all his brothers' matches, AND he can gracefully take even the Ninja Tribunal's harsh criticism just to rise as a dragon from the ashes. He knows his worth. 

Not to say - all three of them have ALL their bros wholeheartedly and unreservedly cheering them on, no drama or secrets there 😆 

i don't envy Leon. Either way - if he wins, he is going to have to face a quintessential Leonardo. 

These two simply never made the mistakes he made (never will), or have already long mastered the flaws and insecurities Leon is only now facing. 

Leon's matured with the 2022 film and yes his ego can now take the idea of an older, more experienced, cooler, braver, kinder and more resilient (a simply better) Leonardo...but who knows how his self-esteem is doing 😬

Esp the OG - who's so self-assured in his place in the world that he is truly chill about everything. He can both go get icecream and pwn all his matches. 

Leon only wishes he could care that little and still win. 

(He can't. Even the Mikey of another team, the supposed baby of the family in his own universe, nearly got him. And he nearly couldn't outpsych even their Raphael, the supposed impulsive plan-less hothead in his own universe. This is Leon's first experience with other turtles, and it must be sobering.)

Because..."How come nobody trusts me? None of you guys have any faith in me. Why?" -

Is just not a sentence either Mirage!Leo or 03!Leo would say or even think. 

Ever. In 1000 years. 

(2k3 esp as a series is far more about plot-conflict than team/character-conflict. It makes clear that 03!Leo was chosen by his team, and that they've perfected a teamwork style since early childhood. 

Leo comes back from Japan after a months-long spiral and they trust him still, immediately, again - like he never left, like he will make everything okay as he always does. Leo himself isn't surprised or unsure - he seems to KNOW that his family will be able to recognise the real him in this face they hadn't seen in months. 

And they are all proven right.)

But Rise!Leon never got a straight answer to HIS question. 😬

He was told flatout that he is 'just not as good' as his dystopic-future self. And now without the constant combat and leadership experience of dystopia, he will never know if he is going to measure up. 

I'm not entirely sure going from 'anata wa hitori ja nai/you are not alone' to 'it's not about me/i can die for the greater good' is a wholly-positive trajectory 😬

Leon seems to have a plan tho. we shall see. and not count our chickens early. It'll still be a disrespectful mistake to discount Archie!Raph at this point 😆 

Round 4 of turtlecage25 has concluded!

On Friday June 27, the semifinals will take place.

Rise Leon v Archie Raphael

2003 Leo v Mirage Leonardo

The final contenders will then be allowed a weekend to prepare, and on Monday June 23

The last match determines the ultimate Champion!

Let's see some highlights from this last round!

Closest Fight:

03 Raph v Rise Leon

Biggest Landslide:

Archie Raphael vs IDW Mikey

Sibling Moments:

2003 Raph and Mikey had a good long talk about losing, winning, sportsmanship and family loyalty. Not that I, uh, listened in on their private conversation. That would be unethical. They both had some things to learn and ultimately both just really needed each other's support and forgiveness. I mean I'm guessing. We don't bug the rec rooms here. Anyway Donny got there just in time for the celebratory hug and was very confused.

Rise Leo explained his plan, and Raph has softened but Mikey and Donnie are more angry now. I'm sure it'll be fine.

2007 turtles are very excited about Mirage Leo's victory. His brothers are sitting with them, seeming to take the support of their teammate as an allyship.

Funny Moments:

... There really wasn't a lot of goofing around this Round. Archie Raph and IDW Mikey were having a good time! They probably had some really funny banter that I'm not clever enough to write--I mean, uh, that I didn't hear. Because the fighting arena also isn't bugged.

Loser Shout Out

03 Raph let's gooo! He really kept Leon on his toes. And this especially should be lauded because opponents who get into your head and make you wear yourself out was his exactly weak point in the show. He kept his head a good long while and very nearly won! In the end he wanted to go talk things out that have been sitting for a while more than he wanted to win.

btw don't forget about Mirage Raphael. He got out in Round 1 and has since been watching every fight like 'I could take those guys. I'll take 'em all next year.'

1987 Donatello! He's so pleased with himself for how far he did come and how close the fight was, he hardly seems upset about losing. He's signing autographs and annoying his brothers with stories (they were literally watching the whole time). He did say, and seemed sincere, that he's surprised none of the others made it that far, especially Leonardo. They're both fighters to keep eyes on in the future.

[cherrygarcia-07]

What It Means To Be A Dad // Spencer Reid🧸

Synopsis: Spencer Reid has never had the best example of fatherhood, ignoring Father’s Day every year it rolls around. As he navigates life as a single dad he finds himself beginning to discover the joys of fatherhood over lazy mornings and evenings spent doting on his son.

Characters: Single dad! Spencer and his son, Sebastian

Genre: Flangst?? hurt?? fluff?? its complicated❤️

Notes/Tags: Father’s Day fic yayyy! Lots of sad talk about his upbringing, no1 William Reid hater, lots of Spencer being the best dad in the world!!!!! Happy ending!!! Lots of cute father son content!!! Rename his son in your head if you want to but I chose it for a reason mentioned at the end :3

Word Count: 3.8k

Masterlist If you enjoy this please reblog it helps so much!!

(btw i proofread this 1000 times but new typos keep materialising so please lmk if you spot any lol)

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Father’s Day had never meant much to Spencer. Maybe it had a little, a long, long time ago. There was a time it meant loneliness and longing, hate and hopelessness, but eventually the feelings dissolved into nothing at all. Until the day was simply a number on the calendar that held no weight. His relationship with his father had always been something miserable, somehow empty yet loaded with unspoken feelings at the same time. He had no memories to speak of, no anecdotes to tell with a smile on his face or traditions to recreate with any future children, only memories of the way he felt- and they were not good.

Spencer could recall seeing happy families on TV thinking they were purely fiction until he would sit alone at the park’s chess table and would find his gaze drawn to fathers pushing children on swings, letting their children eat their ice cream despite having one of their own, walking hand in hand besides the park’s pond with their sons. He would sit and watch in silence, shaky hands lingering over the abandoned chess pieces until he would have to force his eyes away to quell the unexplainable aching in his chest. After that the feeling would be forgotten, shoved far down into his psyche where it couldn’t climb back up- shut away with a lock and key if it had to be. He couldn’t afford to get caught up in fantasies, he was far too smart for that.

He didn’t know why he craved it so badly. Spencer didn’t enjoy his father’s attention. It was the kind of attention that suffocated you- that made it hard to breathe, hard to think, hard to speak once it was over. Maybe it wasn’t his father specifically that he wanted, but just somebody. Anybody. The men he saw in the park or on TV, perhaps. Anyone who could treat him like the child he was and tell him stories and jokes as they tucked him into bed, or taught him how to look after himself so he didn’t have to figure it out for himself later in life when every trial and error felt like failure. Anyone other than who he had.

A child should never be the one making the effort and he knew this but he didn’t care. He worked hard in school, brought home grades in subjects far beyond his age range to give his father something to brag about. Report cards that weren’t looked at or pinned up on the fridge but he poured his blood and sweat into regardless. He wrote a paper once about how the offspring of macaque monkeys sought out the attention of their fathers, initiating interactions and seeking support from them despite paternal care being more or less non existent within the species- not that William ever read it. His son’s brain was beneficial to him, sure, when it came to boasting about being a good father, but in private when he snapped at Spencer’s statistics or told him to speak normally with an exasperated sigh he realised he really just wanted him to be like every other kid.

One year Spencer tried to make him a Father’s Day card, like a normal kid would. He stole a couple of colourful pens at school, promising himself he would return them, and stayed up late the night before huddled underneath his duvet with a small flashlight between his teeth as he worked. On the inside of the card, he recited quotes from father-son poems he’d found on his last trip to the library and when he was done he tucked it gently inside an envelope before carefully writing on the back of it. He crept out of bed, silently making his way to his father’s study to leave the card on his desk- he didn’t want to give it to him in person. He found it weeks later, exactly where he left it on the desk. Unopened.

That was the last year he tried, and one of the last years his father was around for him at all.

As an adult, Spencer forgot about Father’s Day every time it rolled around. It was odd, others thought, that the man with an eidetic memory who could recall every niche holiday on any international calendar didn’t spare a thought to it. To him it made perfect sense. After all the words had lost all meaning, they weren’t anything celebratory anymore and they never really had been. Where others conjured connotations of warmth and joy he felt nothing but cold and hurt. It felt like a hypocritical holiday, why celebrate someone who brought you into the world against your will and abandoned you long before he physically left the house?

Speaking frankly, his concept of fatherhood was skewed. His anxieties stopped him from even considering a family, too afraid of repeating the mistakes that hurt him or even just of the fact he had no idea what to do. He didn’t know how to be a father- he was never taught. Behind the grown up facade he put on he still felt like that young boy on the inside, clinging to any older man who showed him the slightest of care and painting them as a make shift dad to appease the fantasies he still had from long ago at that chess table in the park.

So when he unexpectedly became a father himself, his whole world was thrown.

At first he was overwhelmed, terrified even. He second guessed every choice he made and doubt infected his mind like a plague every time he couldn’t get his son to stop crying. It didn’t matter how much logic told him babies cry, Spencer, every tear from his tiny eyes felt like they were drowning him and all he could hear was the muffled voice of his own father above the water telling him he wasn’t cut out for this. It wasn’t that he didn’t love his son, in fact it was the opposite. He loved his son so much- so fucking much- that the thought of messing him up paralysed him. The thought of becoming his own father kept him up at night and cursed his subconscious when he finally fell asleep. He knew every statistic on paternal relationships and the chaotic ways they manifested in their son’s development and as much as he tried to forget the numbers they wormed their way into his dreams until he woke up in tears. Every time he looked at Sebastian’s face he saw himself- as a baby, as a child, even as an adult, all of it and every time he saw himself he saw his father, a ghost haunting him every time he braved the mirror.

After a little while and with a lot of support from the BAU Spencer began to find his rhythm. Instead of dwelling on the chaos of his own upbringing he began to dedicate his heart and soul to making sure his son had only the best and never felt a fraction of the same hurt that he did. The memory of the letter his father haphazardly left behind when he gave up clung to him like a leech, the memory of when he left a boy to become the man of the house. He learned to take care of his mother alone before he could learn to look after himself. Because of this Spencer began to write letters for Sebastian. Long, heartfelt letters about anything and everything in a beautiful hand bound journal (or a few of them) beginning from the day he was born and he intended to keep writing them long into his adulthood. Pages and pages of inky handwriting detailing precious memories big and small, any minuscule thing Sebastian did that made him smile, laugh or cry was documented as permanent proof of just how much he was adored so that he never had to doubt it for a second.

Sebastian had his own personal library curated for him, on short child-height bookshelves lined up beside Spencer’s shelves so that they could read together. Gorgeous cloth bound children’s classics and fairytales took pride of place in any room they could fit in, and the two of them often scoured local bookstores and libraries for new additions to their nightly bedtime story routine. It was Spencer’s favourite part of the day by far. Sebastian would be cosy in his pyjamas nestled drowsily into his side with his teddy bear tucked under his arm as he fought to stay awake, rubbing his eyes with the heels of his palm the same way he always saw his dad do when he was tired. Spencer’s heart would melt when he heard the sleepy sighs become soft snores, tiny fingers instinctively curling into his sleep shirt and every time he would consider falling asleep right there in the cramped little toddler bed, not caring about the knots in his neck in the morning so long as it meant he didn’t have to leave his son alone. He treasured the mornings that would follow, the two of them curled up on the couch together in matching pyjamas watching cartoons in peaceful silence. They would munch on cereal or pancakes they had made from scratch, Sebastian’s teddy tucked up in his lap as he sat sprawled across his father’s.

Spencer didn’t care whether or not his son inherited his brains, in fact a part of him hoped that he wouldn’t so he could spare him the complications that came with it. Of course he was passionate about intellectual stimulation and began teaching him how to play chess or how to solve crossword puzzles on lazy Sunday mornings over breakfast, he bought him books about every topic under the sun and got his hands on every kid friendly documentary he could find- but he would never push him more than what he was comfortable with. Spencer nourished all of his interests the same, be it the history of dinosaurs or simply whatever his favourite cartoon was at the minute, but he couldn’t deny the childish excitement he felt when Sebastian began to show an interest in space. As soon as his son had mentioned it, there were glow in the dark stars creating constellations on the ceiling above his bed, posters of the planets lining his walls. He remembered thinking that the beam his son wore that day when he stepped into his bedroom was so bright that we didn’t even need the sun anymore, that the twinkle in his wide wonderstruck eyes was so luminous that we may as well strip the stars from the sky. With some help from Penelope, Spencer had tracked down every planetarium, every space exhibit, anything even remotely related that he could indulge his son in and he planned to take him to every single one.

Spencer also loved more than anything to watch the creative cogs in Sebastian’s brain turn and develop as he grew. It was so fascinating to see how his brain operated so differently yet so similarly to his own and it brought him indescribable joy to watch his son discover his own identity without boundaries. He let him dress himself most mornings, heart warming and laughter spilling whenever he waddled out of his room in a show of colourful outfits and in mismatched socks that mimicked his father’s. Sometimes when an outfit was particularly farfetched he would suggest some subtle changes, but he never discouraged him. He never diminished that spark. He reacted to every scribbled drawing like it was the world’s greatest masterpiece (because to him they really were simply just for the fact they were Sebastian’s) and each piece was immediately awarded a place on display- when the fridge had gotten full Spencer opted for taking down all of the artwork on his walls in favour of his son’s. Ever so intrigued by his creative process he would ask him to explain each drawing, grinning ear to ear as he listened to him babble his response as he proudly clutched his work in paint-covered hands.

Perhaps one of the most healing things about his own fatherhood journey was the excuse to just be childish for the sake of being childish, doing all the silly things nobody did for him and that he never got to explore himself having always been held to a standard far higher than that of his actual age. Growing up he had always taken pride in his maturity, believing him being strong beyond his age was the right thing for his parents yet not really sparing a thought as to whether it was the right thing for him. He’d locked the feeling away as a child, but as an adult he looked back and felt a wave of emptiness wash over him and he never wanted his child to have to feel that way. After one cosy weekend morning cuddled up together in the living room watching The Muppet Show, Spencer found himself roped into putting together his own puppet show with all of Sebastian’s stuffed animals, not that he minded in the slightest. Still clad in his pyjamas, bedhead unbrushed and with a goofy grin on his face he scrambled to make the coffee table into a makeshift stage, hiding as low down behind it as his tall frame would allow him to while still being able to peek over the top to watch the joy on his baby’s face. For every silly voice and terrible dad joke told through a teddy bear or a toy puppy he was rewarded with the sound of his son’s wild giggles, a sound he could never get enough of no matter how many times he heard it. After the first couple of shows Sebastian decided he wanted to join in, and so the two of them sat side by side crouched behind the coffee table performing to no one and laughing until their cheeks ached.

Being a single parent was still tough, but he couldn’t imagine his life any other way. He did everything in his power to make sure his son always felt loved, even through the inevitable times they would clash over the years. He made sure despite it just being him and his dad that he never felt like anything was missing the way Spencer had even when his own dad was still around. It was hard but he played the role of both parents the same way he had done for himself when the responsibility fell on him so long ago, caring for his son the same way he had been left to care for his mother except this time it felt right. The team were his village; they were always offering to babysit for him- especially Penelope (although he rarely took them up on this, he hated to be away from Sebastian even for a couple of hours), Hotch allowed him to work from Quantico as often as possible instead of travelling alongside the team and there were plenty of occasions he’d been allowed to bring him into work on admin days (much to the teams delight, he made the day go much faster), and of course they were constantly checking up on him and making sure he was okay through it all, after all he was still their baby brother. It warmed his heart to know that despite their circumstances his son had a whole family of people who loved and adored him and would go to the ends of the earth for him the same way he would.

With Sebastian still being so small on Spencer’s first Father’s Day, the day hadn’t even occurred to him, in fact there were plenty of days the fact he was somebody’s father at all was hard to believe in itself. It was only when he received a string of ‘happy Father’s Day’ texts from the team that he even realised and the reality of his new life hit him like a brick. It knocked the wind out of him, chest hollowing and breath shallowing but not in the same way he was used to, blown down like a house of cards by a gust of anxiety. This was different. This was disbelief, surrealism- love. A staggering wave of love crashing over him faster than he could brace for it but he didn’t mind at all, he simply succumbed to it with a doting smile. He was a dad. Sebastian’s dad. Agent, Doctor, non of the titles he’d carried with so much pride all these years could even hold a candle to that. He spent the rest of the day with his baby in his arms just watching him sleep, listening to the soft coos that spilled out of his tiny pursed lips as his eyelashes fluttered gently against his rosy cheeks, the grin on Spencer’s own face never once faltering.

For the next few years whilst Sebastian was still so little, Father’s Day became like a second birthday for him. Spencer spoiled him with with attention, celebrating him for changing his life and giving him something to hold onto throughout the horrors of his work days and for giving him something to come home to that made it all worth it. As far as he was concerned, just the fact that his son existed was as great a gift as he could ever wish for. He didn’t need a day to remind him how lucky he was because he had never forgotten, it was the first thing he felt in the morning and the last thing he thanked the stars for before he fell asleep. With every toothy grin, every cherubic bloom of laughter, every tiny hand in his, Sebastian was healing him.

The first year that he was old enough to participate was a day that would forever be spotlit in the gallery of Spencer’s memories forever. Like always he had no plans to celebrate himself, preparing to spoil his son rotten the way he had every other year- but Sebastian had other plans. The night before, he had come home from a rare babysitting night at Penelope’s house, the two of them acting secretive as she dropped him off in a way that had Spencer intrigued (and slightly concerned). In the morning when Spencer woke up his son was already lingering in the open doorway, too-long pyjama pants trailing on the floor slightly as he swayed back and forth on the balls of his mismatched sock clad feet. He was holding something in his hands, but the sleep still clinging to Spencer’s vision blurred whatever it was. With a yawn and a raspy voice, he called him over, scooting along the mattress to make space for his tiny frame as he climbed into bed beside him, messy brown hair flopping over his eyes as he did so.

‘Happy Father’s Day, Daddy.’ His small, sleepy voice whispered as he held out what he had been clutching against his chest.

Spencer froze for a second, touched all the way through his chest down to the aching centre of his heart. His breath caught in his throat, gaze locking on the wide brown eyes staring up at him as he took the envelope from his hands. He held it delicately, gracefully as if he were handling porcelain, tears already pricking his eyes as his fingers traced over the word ‘daddy’ scribbled as carefully as a boy his age could. As he took out the card and opened it, a mountain of glitter spilled out onto his lap, pulling a surprised giggle out of the two of them.

“Aunt Penny says glitter is essential.” Sebastian explained, adorably slurring through the pronunciation of ‘essential’.

Inside the card was a poem, wrote neatly on penciled-in lines to keep the writing even. It was nothing spectacular, nothing genius or revolutionary, nothing that Spencer’s own father would’ve spared a glance at. But it was Sebastian’s. His own thoughts, his own words, his own feelings crafted into art just for him- and for that it was the most incredible thing he had ever read. For a moment he thought he would never read another poem again, he didn’t need to. Spencer’s lip quivered as he re read the words over and over again, honoured that his son trusted him enough to pour his heart out on the page instead of quoting other people’s as he had done in his own card all those years ago, too scared to be vulnerable in a letter that wasn’t even opened. Before he could stop it, a tear rolled down his cheek and almost instantly a sleeved hand beside him reached out to wipe it away, causing the tears to keep rolling as the pride of raising such a caring child overwhelmed in. He thought about the card that he’d made that was left unopened and ignored and swore that he’d frame Sebastian’s and keep it displayed forever.

Spencer knew that William kept tabs on him and he wondered in that moment if he knew he had a grandson, he wondered if he even cared. He couldn’t help but hope that he didn’t, he hadn’t earned the privilege of even knowing of someone as pure and perfect as Sebastian. He wondered if William noticed when Father’s Day rolled by or if he ever even noticed it back then when he was still pretending to be a father. Spencer wrote a list after his son was born of every way his father had failed and hurt him so he could be certain he never repeated his mistakes. He wanted his son to grow up to be the man he’d made himself, not the man his father abandoned. He wanted to make sure his son was like him but only the good parts, never the bad. The parts that were held up by the love of his mother, by the support of his team and by the newfound sureness in himself- not the parts of him broken down by a man who never cared.

William. ‘The protector’. Ironic. Spencer scoffed whenever it crossed his mind, the only thing William ever protected was himself. Sebastian. ‘The revered’. Adored. That’s what he was, with every fibre of Spencer’s being he adored that boy with the kind of overpowering love he didn’t even know existed until he saw that sweet, sweet face for the first time.

As time went by, Spencer started to lose the ghost of his father’s face haunting him wherever he caught his reflection. Now, when he looks in the mirror all he sees is his son, the coldness in his features fading away until all he saw was the familiar warmth he saw in Sebastian.

‘There are lots of ways sons defeat their fathers’ Hotch had once said during a case. Spencer vowed to make sure his son never felt like he had to.

-

[captain-huggy-bear]

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Quinn has walked you to your front door after spending the day with you. A rare occurrence for Quinn mid-season, to have time to go out and about around Vancouver with you. You'd missed your friend as the season had gotten more and more intense. You understood of course, but it was nice to spend an entire day with him, not just passing minutes or an hour here or there.

"This was nice..." Quinn has his hands pressed into his pockets, beanie pulled over his curls that had started to grow out a little long. He's lingering, he knows he is, but he can't help it as he tries to say what he's thinking...without saying it.

"Yeah, it was nice." The smile you give him is oblivious, happy to have seen your friend as you unlock your front door and stand in the doorway.

"We should...we should do this again sometime?" God, he sucks at this, a hand coming up to rub the back of his neck like he's a school kid asking you to the school dance. Except it's not as obvious is it? Who says 'we should do this again sometime?'? Who says that?

"Yeah, I'd like that. You know I like spending time with you, Quinn...you're just really busy, y'know?" You sigh a little and he knows he's kind of dropped off the radar. Sure, he phones and he texts and he tries to make time for coffee, but it's not the same when he has to run out of every meet up within 40 minutes and every phone call is cut short.

But he also knows he makes more of an effort for you than most people. He tries to still see you, talk to you because he can't imagine not. "Yeah, but for you I can make time." The smile he sends your way is sweet, it sets your stomach fluttering but you remind yourself this is Quinn. He's not interested in you, never has been...you're just friends. As much as you wish you were more.

"Awww, that's sweet, but you don't have to."

"You're not...you're not getting it, huh?" Quinn rubs his brow, sighing because fuck, is he being vague or are you just oblivious? He thinks he's been pretty obvious over the years about how he feels, you're the only constant woman in his life that isn't a colleague or family.

"Getting what?"

"What I'm trying to say is... I like you." There, he's said it, he thinks. It's off his chest. He likes you and if you don't like him back that's fine...he can handle that, but he's done it.

"I like you too." Except the way you smile at him is still oblivious, sweet and it's obvious that you don't get what he's putting down, not picking it up in the slightest.

Quinn lets out the loudest sigh yet, head dropping back as he wills himself to just rip the band aid off, to just be clear with you and stop this painful miscommunication that's actually going to kill him.

"No, fuck. Sweetheart...I'm in love with you."

The way you freeze does not fill him with joy, if anything he feels sick to the stomach. Your smile drops, not into a frown, just drops. The shock evident on your face as you blink at him like that'll help you process what he's just said to you.

"...What?" You take a step forward and that alone gives him some hope, some confidence to keep going.

"I'm in love with you and when I say we should spend time together, I mean I want to take you on a date. When I say I can make time for you, I mean I want to make time for you because I want you to be mine. You understand what I'm trying to say?" By the end he's red in the face, breathless because he barely took a breath the entire spiel...and you're looking at him in a new light, a little smile starting, glowing almost.

"Oh...yeah. I get what you're saying." Your smile becomes a grin and it's enough, it's enough to keep that little flame of hope alive, enough for him to put all his cards on the table and hope for the best.

"So, can I take you on a date?"

Quinn licks his bottom lip, an old nervous habit, as he waits. It's seconds but it feels like minutes until you respond.

"Yeah, you can take me on a date."

Neither of you know how to act. Just stood there grinning at each other like idiots, like two friends who like each other a whole lot more, who just admitted it but have no idea how you're supposed to behave in that scenario.

"Cool...cool, see you later?" His wave is awkward, ridiculous because usually he'd hug you goodbye, but you wave back just as awkward and that somehow makes him feel a little better. That he's not the only one unsure how to navigate this.

"See you later."

He waits until you're in your house, door closed, before he walks off. You immediately rush to your window to watch him as he leaves. You catch the way he fist pumps the air, how he jumps with a new sort of skip in his step that has you giggling, even more so when he turns to look back at your house and catches your eye, flushing bright red at being caught.

Yeah...neither of you know how to act and maybe it's weird right now, but you think maybe it'll be alright in the long run. Afterall, Quinn Hughes loves you.

[hearts4chriss]

𝐁𝐚𝐛𝐲𝐬𝐚𝐭 𝐛𝐲 𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝.

𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐃𝐎𝐄'𝐒 𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐒𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑

Brothers bestfriend! Chris + needy! Nate’s lil sis

prompt: Nate ( ur older brother ) wants to go out for a bit with some of his other friends and he doesn’t trust you enough to stay home by urself without mom and dad since they won’t be there either. So he asks one of his best friend Chris to stay over and watch you, Matt and nick know ur crush on Chris so they pretend they can’t come.

Part 01

contains: masturbation ( no actual sex ), use of y/n ( sorry I have to ) dirty fantasies ( pet names, rough! Chris, dirty talk, degrading, forced head etc just beyond FILTHLY imagination ), use of vibrator on reader, caught by Chris, FORESHADOWING, fantasy will be like this

Nate are you serious I’m not 12! I whine when said he was gonna find a baby sitter for me knowing how much it pisses me off

I’m Nate doe’s little sister I’m 18, we’ve Been close to his bestfriends the sturniolo triplets. So obviously him being my brother naturally I got to know them.

Nick

I clicked with him superrr fast, I love his energy and when I found out he was gay that just made it all the better because I’ve always wanted a gay bestfriend, and we always have sleepovers :)

Matt

Matt’s absolutely adorable I love him he always helps me calm down whenever I’m about to or am having a panic attack, I remember one time during a test I forgot everything and almost had one and he slid me the answers. Love that kid

now there’s a reason I saved Chris for last,

Chris

chris and I know each other just as well if not even more then I do his other two brothers, we haven’t done anything unfortunately. I’ve had a crush on him since middle school.

First I just wanted to kiss him and hold his hand.

Then go to his house and do some more.

Then now, as an 18 year old I wanted him to fuck my Brains out.

I’m around him all the time since we all live in LA and always hanging out, I always see him shirtless and fucking hell it turns me on, I always get lucky since nick and matt found of my attraction to his brother they always snap me or text me pictures of him.

What sucks is I cant have him. It would take my life 1000 times over for me to be able to fuck chris sturniolo, and it sucks because my brother nate does not play that shit.

He strictly said "your not allowed to date any of them" obviously referring to matt and Chris.

Which also doesn't help because my wants and desires a hormonal teenage-adult girl only grow more whenever he comes around, chris is always there.

Now today, nate had to run some errands and nick matt and chris used to watch me when I was younger if my parents couldn't

Buttt, nick and matt "could not come due to personal issues" so. Your guess is right, im gonna be alone with chris for hours.

That thought alone made me soak in my p-

“Y/n! are you listening to me kid?” My older brother chuckles leaning against my doorway of my room as im on my bed watching "The Vampire Diaries".

“Huh? oh yeah im listening matt and nick cant come so chris is because im fucking 11.” I roll my eyes hiding my excitement from him watching me.

“Don't think of any weird shit alright? He's just watching you so don't-“

“Ugh is he here yet? You're annoying me already.” I groan shifting in my sheets and taking a sip from my celsius hearin our door open, they have a key.

“Welp thats chris.” Nate says tilting his head for me to get up.

I get up from the sheets wearing some pink sleep shorts and a white t-shirt and he raises an eyebrow.

“Your wearing THAT? around chris?” Nate chuckles and I flip him off.

“Hey! I heard that!.” Chris yells coming up the stairs sounding offended.

He's now at the top of the steps. oh my fuck he looks so good.

Its around 6ish in LA right now and hes wearing a black tank top and grey fresh love sweats, slight stubble and his hair was a bit messy which I always liked and my eyes immediately drifted to his natural bulge in his pants as him and Nate were talking.

“Just make sure she doesn’t get into any trouble.” Nate puts his arm around me giving me a hug and Chris chuckles.

“Don’t worry bro she’s safe with me.” He says before dapping him up as Nate leaves the house. yeah safer if you were balls deep inside

Oh god Chris sh-shit so-d-deep inside me

Yeah? You feel me deep inside you baby?

bro she’s like zoning out today. Nate chuckled and I snap out of it

Whatever no I wasn’t! Just go!

Soon after it was just me and Chris so we made our way down to the living room

“Where are ur other two clones?” I chuckle getting situated on the couch before turning on a movie saltburn

“they have “personal issues”.” He said rolling his eyes causing a small laugh to fall from my lips.

“So it’s just you and me little one.” A smirk curving on his lips, just enough for my panties to be soaked.

Shut up Chris I’m 18.I mutter trying to watch the movie in peace and he chuckles

the movie went on and it was now, the bathtub scene where jacob elordi ( Felix ) is jerking off.

I peer over to Chris whose eyes are clearly fixated on the screen as my squeeze my thighs together under the blanket feeling all my hormonal thoughts leaking through my panties.

This had nothing to do with the movie, it’s the thought for Chris doing that to himself that had turned me on most. The tension so thick a knife couldn’t even cut through.

“Uhm I-i gotta go to the bathroom”. I nearly choke and I fix my shorts placing the blanket down where I was sitting.

“Don’t take to long I’ll miss you.” He chuckles and that didn’t help.

I go to my room and close the door squeezing my eyes shut.

I had maybe 5 minutes to relieve myself.

I quickly reach into my drawer grabbing my vibrating dildo and the remote for it.

I pull down my shorts and panties and spread my legs letting the tip of the toy get coated in my wetness and I bite my lip slightly feeling the thickness of it.

I turned it on letting out a soft moan slowly inserting it, wishing this was Chris’s dick instead.

I began thrusting the toy in and out of my pussy letting the squelching sounds of arousal grow letting it drip down curling my toes throwing my head on the pillows allowing my mind to drift

I was in Chris’s/my room my head smushed in the pillows as his cock rammed inside me whilst I was on my stomach. His hips slamming against my ass and his hand wrapped around my lower stomach as I cried out his name

Fuck fuckk so d-deep- I whimper into the pillows as he was bringing me to my 4th orgasm, we had switched numerous positions and my legs were quivering in front of him as he laid a hard snack to my ass chucking behind me.

such a fucking slut letting me fuck you like this, imagine if ur brother found out his little sister was getting her pussy pounded by his bestfriend. He laid another harsh smack to my ass and I jolted forward.

stretched this pussy out so good- he groans rubbing my clit to chase both our orgasms.

ngh- o-oh shit- fuck- I gripped the sheets tightly curses of Chris’s name flew out my mouth feeling my eyes water from the angle of his hips thrusting allowing his thick cock to hit every single spot inside me

come on sweetheart cum for me, you have another one in you yeah? He grunted lowly in my ear kissing me sloppily as a string of Saliva parts from our lips each time we kiss moaning into each others mouths.

��Oh fuck Chris I-“ I curl my toes and yell loudly as I’m about to release on the toy before I look up and see Chris. Was. Watching me.

“Were you playing with yourself?” Chris leans on the doorway of my room his eyes darting to between ny legs as I was thrusting the toy in and out of me and I quickly covered up my cheeks flush with embarrassment.

“Uhm…maybe. Sorry I-I’ll be down in a second-“

Maybe I can help. Chris says closing the door to my room approaching my bed

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[joonieskinks]

dbf!Simon Riley who has always kinda just been around. Your father and him have been good friends for years, always coming over and hanging with the family, no one minds. You’ve always been comfortable with him, interested in his company and found him attractive of course.

dbf!Simon Riley who can’t help but start to notice you more so as you’ve gotten older and become of age. Well, he always thought you were endearing and a sweet girl, never in a creepy way- but now that you’ve developed into a 20 something, he sees you in a new light. You’re the same way but with him too. Sure, you’ve had your little fantasies about the older man, but now as a grown woman you were determined to be seen different, and now to act on them.

dbf!Simon Riley who agreed to come over on his motorcycle one summer day and help your dad with his truck. Only, your father had to run and aid with work, asking you to help Simon with whatever he may need. Leaving the two of you alone together, a hot, sweaty Simon shirtless before you and yourself in a little sundress. Truly intentional on both sides.

dbf!Simon Riley who comes into the living room to ask for some water, just in his jeans. The sight makes you shift in your seat on the couch, twisting your legs together to help alleviate the ache between them. Fuck, he looks so good. You wonder how he’s never been married in all these years, cause certainly you can’t have been the only interested party.

dbf!Simon Riley who watches as you writhe on the couch, trying desperately as to not gawp at him. Yet he makes an effort to let you know he’s very much interested. You’re alone together, you two know each other well enough, you’re hot, he’s hot - why not? He’s wanted you for longer than he would care to admit. He just needs you to make the first move over him. Especially with your dad, him not wanting to be creepy and all... but Simon very much wants you.

dbf!Simon Riley who never breaks his gaze on you, watching as your eyes darted everywhere to the floor to his defined arms, to the door to his pants. It makes him smirk at how coy you're being with him, but he's not a patient man today.

dbf!Simon Riley who approaches you from across the room, your eyes shooting up to meet his. They widen as he kneels before you, his toned stomach just pressing against your knees, as if he's asking to be let in. You're embarrassed as you slowly spread them for him, a clear wet spot outlined on your panties. But Simon can only cuss under his breath at the sight, fuck- just for him? He feels like a lucky man indeed. He leans in closer to you, hovering just above your lips, daring you to please make this a reality. Finally, the man you've dreamed of after all this years, he wants you too. So how could you be expected to resist?

dbf!Simon Riley who moans into your mouth at your contact, pushing you back onto the couch until you're trapped beneath him. His length straining against his pants, grinding against your core. He can't help but want to explore every inch of you now that you've given him permission- your breasts, your throat, your folds. It doesn't take long for him to push your dress up and your soaked panties down, along with his belt and jeans discarded. Simon needed you now, no time to take you to the bedroom. He thinks that he'll have plenty of time for that later.

dbf!Simon Riley who brings your legs to his chest as his thick length slips into you, pumping deeply, trying to hit that spot inside you that makes you see stars. He's absolutely determined to make you forget everything but his name in this moment. God, he wants all of you, and he's certain 1000 times with you will never be enough. Simon thinks you look so gorgeous taking him over and over again till the tears start to leak from your eyes, till you're begging for one more release. His girl now, he thinks.

dbf!Simon Riley who thinks about taking you out on his bike together, who thinks about waking up to you in the morning and sneaking kisses when your parents aren't looking. All while making you cum around his cock, your back arching and mouth falling open. Till he fills you up and you're squeezing him relentlessly.

No, he's never been the relationship type, but he thinks deep down maybe you'll be the one to change his mind.

[hanafubukki]

I’ve been thinking about this, and don’t remember if I posted about this before, but Lilia’s species lives for roughly about 1000 years.

He’s 700 right now and even with giving Malleus 200 years of his life span; he should live for about another 100 years.

Which is roughly a human’s lifespan.

About as long as Silver’s, and while I don’t like the idea of Malleus losing both loved ones at once, it’s unfortunately not uncommon in reality. For all of us. (And I would include Sebek, but we really don’t know how fae genes are affecting his aging process or if it will)

Lilia running away would mean he would spend roughly the next 80-100 years alone. To a fae, it wouldn’t mean much. That time? It’s quick to them. In the blink of an eye.

But to Malleus? And to Silver? It means a lifetime with his father for Silver and 100 years more for Malleus.

Time that all three can use to be together. Time, Malleus can cherish while he still has it with both Lilia and Silver. Time that, Malleus can hopefully look back on, with no regrets and restrictions.

Lilia doesn’t want them to “waste” their time, their youth on him. But, honestly, who is he to make that decision for them? He does it out of love, but they love him, so it’s their choice as well.

What about their opinions? Malleus and Silver are strong and loving boys. While I know they would do anything for Lilia, it doesn’t mean they can’t take care of him and pursue their aspirations.

Lilia has self-worth issues and believes he doesn’t deserve it to a degree nor wants to seem weak to his kids. But which parent does? No, in reality, which person does?

Isn’t family about depending on each other? By spending these moments together, and cherishing what moments you do have, it means later you can live with the happy memories and without regret.

By taking this decision/moments away from them, and also depriving himself, all that is left is regrets, what ifs, and tears.

Which is exactly what we are seeing now in book 7 as an aftermath.

Lilia taught his boys that no matter what, always survive, do whatever it takes. But in a way, he’s not taking his own advice. Because, wouldn’t the best way to survive and prosper, be to be with your loved ones? Supporting each other?

Lilia had many regrets in his life, but he himself, almost became a regret that marred his boys’ lives for all the years they lived.

When this didn’t need to be the case at all, in a way, this OB from Malleus was something they all needed to be forced to communicate.

[youareatragedy]

As much as people criticize the Archeron sisters (which a lot of the time I can agree with especially when it comes to Feyre), I think we have to remember that these are early-to-mid-twenties women. They’re traumatized and might be more easily influenced by 500-year-old powerful fae.

So while I want Feyre to serve at least a century in maximum-security prison for what she did to the Spring Court alone, I also want Rhysand to receive at least 15 death sentences. Every time he almost dies, they could bring him back just to inject him with lethal poison again. And I want the Illyrian and CoN women to handle at least the first 10 executions. You know what I’m saying?

Yes, I would breathe a sigh of happiness and relief if I never had to hear about Feyre again. But my hatred toward Rhys… toward Cassian… and toward how SJM and the fandom keep portraying them (especially Rhys and Cassian) as “babygirl” or hot dudes who are oh-so-considerate about the well-being of women everywhere? Unmatched.

Rhysand should be in prison for 1000 years for whatever he did as Amarantha’s right hand. And yes, that’s already a reduced sentence because apparently “he was just trying to protect his family and he had no choice” is a valid reason to be exonerated. I mean, fuck justice for the people who suffered under Rhys's own hand, am I right? “He was just doing his job.”

Meanwhile, Cassian deserves a century in a mental institution for thinking it was okay to avenge his mother by slaughtering an entire village. There must have been at least a handful of people who didn’t even know who his mother was or were helpless and couldn’t have done anything to save her anyway. Nepotism, am I right? No real consequences for him, of course. Oh, and what kind of psychopathic asshole tells his mate he feels shackled to her, knowing her self-esteem is nonexistent? Disturbing fucker.

Lord of Bloodshed my ass. Lord of the Night Court? No, it's Lord of Velaris of "I Love Parading My Very Very Young Wife Around Almost Naked And Spreading Her Arousal Scent Everywhere."

Fuck the IC, and especially fuck those two. Stay away from the sisters.

[radioactive-earthshine]

I haven't read any flash comics yet so all my information about Bart comes from YJ98 and I a have question. My friends claim you are the flash family expert so I think you can answer it lol.

If it wouldn't bother you could you please explain why Barry Iris and Wally couldn't take Bart in? Ig I do not understand why his own family wouldn't prefer to raise him instead of putting him with someone they didn't know if that's how I understood it? Like I mean it is great that we have a story about foster care but ig I'd still want to know why he was in foster care at all.

Sorry if I am bothering you and this question is like basic knowledge but it's bothering me.

Hello new Flashfam fan,

There are pretty basic explanations for why none of those characters listed could, would, or should take Bart Allen in when he was evacuated to the 20th century.

Barry

He was DEAD.

Barry Allen died in Crisis on Infinite Earths in 1986, and he remained dead and out of the main continuity barring cameos and random moments for more than 20 years.

When Bart was born, he was dead, when he came back to the past, he was dead.

Deceased.

I know in a lot of Core Four fanfic many authors choose to depict him as alive and well, but in the comics he is as dead as Jason Todd.

Iris

She had studied the past extensively while she lived in the future, and thus obtained knowledge of what was going to happen to her loved ones in the past. She knew their histories.

Terrified of changing said history, and altering the future she understood, she withdrew herself from everyone as much as possible, including Wally. She essentially became a hermit.

She knew if she spent too much time with her family, she would likely give them warnings about tragedies to come. Iris was operating under an understanding that altering history is a big big big big no no. Because of her knowledge, she knew that Max took Bart in and declared it his destiny to do so, not Wally and not her, and they had no choice but to do it.

Agree with it or not, and whether it makes sense or not, and regardless of the more sinister implications of this plot detail, that is the comic explanation.

Wally

He literally could not handle Bart at this time in his life. He was not mentally prepared to deal with someone like Bart and this was actually a mutual decision between him and Bart.

Bart didn't want to live with Wally, they were not getting along, and Wally wasn't going to challenge that.

The Wally West at this time was not the current Wally which is a father to three, a husband, and someone VERY well adjusted - but rather, he was a mentally ill young adult dealing with cptsd, likely imposter syndrome, and prevailing jealousy of his proximity to Barry and infernal feelings of inadequacy. All of those together and how Wally dealt with them made him a pretty big jerk, which is what made him interesting, and what also made him not the best choice at all to take in someone as feral as Bart. It would have been a disaster.

Should Iris and Wally have just tried their best to take Bart in? That's up for debate and personal opinion, but in my opinion, both really did make the best decision they could have. I also stand firmly by the belief that no one should be forced to raise a child. Period.

There is also one final reason why Iris and Wally didn't take Bart in and it's really the most important one ...

That's not the story Mark Waid wanted to tell. Mark wanted to tell a story about aloof, cold, secretive Max Mercury taking in wild Bart and their adventures as they slowly bonded.

I hope this answers your question!

Note 1: I would not call myself an "expert" on the Flashfam, I just have read a lot of comics about them, well over 1000 single issues, but even with this, there are still huge gaps of knowledge that exist.

Note 2: this is for the comics and the comics alone, no other form of media or adaptation.

[honeycreammilkshake]

as both a sukuita and sukuna fan, chapter 268 killed me. at first i thought it was because we finally got another really intimate and highly emotional scene between sukuna and yuuji, and that sukuna chose to die over accepting yuuji's kindness, but now i can't stop thinking about how this entire chapter was such a good character study and a metaphor for one of the most important themes in the story.

in chapter 21, there's a really interesting conversation between junpei and mahito, where junpei disagrees with the quote "the opposite of love isn't hate, it's indifference." he knows how evil people can be so he chooses to feel indifferent about human suffering instead. mahito's view on this is also really intriguing, especially considering how he is a curse born from the hate people share for each other.

i could be wrong but it sounds like the basic message here is that deadening yourself to such intense feelings — love or hate — is a type of retaliation for being hurt or consumed by them. which makes me wonder if sukuna had a similar story to junpei, and if that explains how he became what he is.

we know that sukuna wasn't wanted as a child. he was more than likely rejected by both normal society and the jujutsu world. like junpei he was probably treated cruelly or strongly made aware of the many people who hated him. sukuna claimed to know what love is, but i think what he actually understood was the absence of love. he understood maybe what it means to others, but he had never felt or experienced it himself.

which brings me back to junpei's idea that indifference should be the solution. this is kind of the same philosophy sukuna has: he believes in this unshakable hierarchy of strength where the weak should have no right to lament their suffering. his idea was that the strongest were indifferent to suffering, that it's greedy to be lonely because of this. he calls it his "nature" to live in this self-indulgent way that is completely uncaring and selfish.

but then there's yuuji.

yuuji has been alone for a lot of his life. at the beginning, he doesn't have any really close friends, since even the other occult club members don't know him all that well. his only family was wasuke, who was difficult and pushed people away, including yuuji.

after his grandfather's death, he wanted to do right and fulfill wasuke's request of helping people, to be able to die surrounded by those he cares about. he pretty much gave his life to help other people by accepting responsibility as sukuna's vessel, and shows concern and kindness even to strangers.

he seems the exact opposite of sukuna and he stands for all the things that the king of curses hates... so why is it that someone sukuna considers so weak has so much power over him?

the only one who's really managed to make sukuna rethink his ideas of the world has been yuuji. even sukuna acknowledged that he was affected more by yuuji than anyone else.

to him, those who challenged him 1000 years ago were "other people." his relationship with yuuji was and always has been so special that even he admits it.

sukuna mostly strived for indifference his entire life. consuming so many humans was merely a way for him to pass the time until death, as he said, and those tastes were passing and unmemorable for the most part. everything was so unfeeling about the way he made his philosophy sound during his conversation with kashimo, and he couldn't answer as to why he would decide to cross the ages into modern life if his life before had been truly satisfactory. it's like he wasn't even moved to support his own ideals.

but here yuuji is... an annoying brat he called weak and boring, yet every time they fought sukuna looked thrilled and even impressed, though he resented it. and every time yuuji challenged him, sukuna was bothered enough to challenge him right back.

"the opposite of love is indifference." if this is true, sukuna was most likely forced into his indifference due to the fact he was never wanted or loved. but yuuji awakened so many feelings inside of him, too many. living as sukuna's vessel, they shared such a close connection while still opposing each other in every single way. yuuji represented the intense feelings of both love and hate in the way he fought so hard for others while sukuna's own indifference started to break the longer he spent inside of yuuji. he was far more reactive to yuuji than with others, and had even given him special treatment. there were many times he could have killed yuuji or his friends, but he didn't.

yuuji has made it clear that he hates sukuna's indifference to the value of people's lives.

sukuna's indifference towards life is against everything yuuji believes in but strangely enough, yuuji was still willing to accept sukuna. to not only pity him, but to have genuine empathy and compassion for such a monster as well.

he even says to sukuna that they are the same, despite seeming to be complete opposites of each other.

to me, yuuji saying that the monster sukuna became was a matter of chance, shows that he understands how indifference cut sukuna off from having a different fate.

there is a vast area of shades between love and hate, unlike the overwhelmingly static state of indifference. yuuji was showing those shades of love and hate to sukuna, telling him that they could live in the mixed shades of both.

and i really wished sukuna chose to coexist with both that love and hate and remain with yuuji. but he was too used to being indifferent and rejected that offer.

i'm really hoping we get to see yuuji's thoughts on this in the next few chapters, because he looked truly disappointed by sukuna's rejection.

[gallusrostromegalus]

Soul Society is top heavy when it comes to power. With rare exceptions (Ikkaku), the gap between captains and rank-and-file troops, let alone normal citizens, is astronomical. How does Soul Society handle the reiryoku classism problem in and out of the Rukongai? Do the lower seats think of themselves as cannon fodder? Are there any major political factions that try to tackle the issue (ethically or not)?

So the gotei-13 is actually kind of a solution to this problem on accident.

The thing is, as powerful as the captains are, there usually only about a dozen of them, and a maximum of 2600 shinigami total. They are VASTLY outnumbered by literally everyone else, and because they need drastically more food than others (everyone in soul society needs to eat, but shinigami are at a drastically higher calorie demand and risk of starvation), they are VERY dependent on the rest of society. Zaraki made a fair fist of being a roaming menace but even he had to bow to the economy and work jobs to eat.

Hence, there IS reiryoku discrimination but it's largely in the other direction- shinigami are extremely exploited as workers, and that's the GOOD job. Other psychics are frequently drafted, kidnapped, enslaved for imprisoned so the rich and politically powerful can exploit their abilities. Even if a captain class individual were to say, take out a whole clan in self-defense, the rest of society would come down on them like a hammer and kill them or let them starve.

Yamamoto didn't found the Gotei-13 all at once. Originally it was just him, Sasakibe, the 200 spiritually aware students in his dojo, and the dojo was there to train the postal workers how to defend themselves against people trying to kill them for the messages they were carrying, but secondarily so spiritually powerful people didn't get press-ganged into serving the noble houses.

The first organization for psychic souls Yamamoto ever made was a... Relatively Safe Haven. He was also up against a wall dealing with the noble houses and other political factions so he needed anyone who could push back to do so, so a psychic would be expected to serve in at least some capacity. But the souls under his care were free to marry who they chose if they wanted or have children or not, or travel if they felt safe doing so, and even to just be weird without major repercussions, which was a vast improvement over the way they'd be treated as livestock by the noble houses. Even 1000 years later, Byakuya had to fight his family to marry who he wanted. Imagine what a psychic born in a random village and no legal protections would be facing.

So everyone with even an ounce of spiritual capacity was joining the postal service for his protection. It was a boon to the non-psychic messengers too- not knowing if a random Mail carrier could set would-be attackers on fire with their mind made all carriers safer.

...and them the Quincy attacked.

Yamamoto was now even more up against a wall because while having a united front had been helping him it was now a problem-the Quincy were attacking psychics specifically, something that endangered his ENTIRE organization.

...so he hired every spiritually powerful person he could find, including thriteen real bastards directly off of death row and organized them into an army to fucking deal with Yhwach.

Once yhwach was gone though, he had an army. And a lot of nobles looking to exploit or destroy that army.

Fortunately, one of the real bastards he'd hired had fallen for his peculiar charms and become his wife, and what Lady Tsubaki lacked in battle prowess, she more than made up for in political shrewdness. Be magnanimous, she explained. Be generous and speak of peace in our lifetimes and extend the olive branch to those who harassed you for so long. They won't realize it's bait.

So with her help, Yamamoto proposed that his army become the COURT GUARD in charge of protecting the very real and definitely alive Soul King, as well as all the people of soul society from the hollows and other misfortunes that may befall them. Finally, *proper* employment for all those spare heirs and potentially dangerous village psychics, doing the noble work of protecting society.

Why, he even helped found the central 46, a council of sages and scholars and general brain trust to work on the greater problems of soul society (a problem later but at the time, a VAST improvement over the eternally warring clans), that Yamamoto himself would be beholden to, just to show how civic-minded he was.

And just to finally, fully bury the hatchet- Yamamoto offered five of the captain's seats to the five remaining great noble houses, to be passed from scion to scion, ensuring each line would have a place in the direction of this army... Not realizing it was a trap to trick them into handing over any psychics they had, but also the high mortality rate of captains would kill scion after scion and gradually weaken the clans to the point of irrelevance.

And it WORKED.

By the time Ichigo turns up, the scion of the Shihouin clan is in exile with no plans of returning, the Shibas are reduced to a roaming band of pyromaniacs, the Tsunyashiro clan has been gone so long they don't even appear in the manga, and while the ISE and Kuchiki clans still both have representation within the captainacy... The Ise clan only has a brother-in-law and the Kuchiki are at a genetic dead end, and both those men are FAR more loyal to Yamamoto than their own clans.

Yamamoto has done what he set out to do- make a safe haven for the spiritually powerful to work the (not great but still best) protected jobs in the afterlife, destroyed his enemies the great noble houses, and largely wrested government control from them.

It's not perfect, but you can't fault the man for his accomplishment.

[ilyasorokinn]

a change would do you good , erik johnson

note, ej signing with a different team is old news atp but I didn't finish this fast enough last year. this was at first supposed to go up after the trade, then I didn't make it so I decided, more recently, what better time than his 1000 game milestone, and that didn't work... so now it's here! and it's so late! but what else is new right? another note, i was inspired to add one scene after seeing this video of sharkie with erik karlsson's kid. check it out if you want, it's cute. last note, this fic is part of the "life with the johnsons" series, so check out this masterlist for more. pair, erik johnson x reader summary, after 13 years, all good things must come to an end. warnings, kids/children, pain and sadness (it's sad in the beginning but it gets happier towards the end) word count, 1908 words

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January 2023, 7 months till UFA

You knew your husband well enough to know something was wrong. You could sense it. So, after you had tag-teamed bedtime, you found him sitting alone in your room.

"What's your deal?" You asked, making your way into the closet to change.

"What do you mean?" He asked, slipping a bookmark into the book he was reading so he could give you his full attention.

"I mean you've been acting weird all day, so spill." You plopped down next to him, looking up at him and waiting for him to answer your question. He opened his mouth, ready to give an answer but stopped, "What?" You pushed.

"What would you think about a move?"

"Like houses? I mean, I like this one. It's big enough for us and the backyard is-"

"No, not houses. States. Countries."

"Like, during off-season?" You were now even more confused than before.

"No, during the season." Your eyes widened as you finally understood what he was saying, "I'm a Free Agent after this season."

"They're not gonna sign you?"

"No, they do. I don't want to." He shook his head.

"You want to leave Colorado?" You were shocked at the words coming out of your mouth.

"13 seasons is a lot." He told you simply.

"You love Colorado." You didn't even know if the words you were saying were English.

"I do." He nodded, "It's time." Was all he said then turning off his light, a non-verbal way of telling you he didn't want to keep talking, so you respected it and turned off your lamp.

-

The next night, you were in the same position. You were getting ready for bed, the same topic from the night before had been floating around your head the entire time.

"Erik..." You called out. He turned to look at you from his sink through the mirror, "Can we at least talk about it? Do I get a say?"

"Of course." He nodded.

"What if I want to stay? My life is here, our friends are here!" You reminded him, slamming the tube of toothpaste on the counter.

"Okay, hey." He reached over, putting his hand on top of yours, "I know everyone we know is here, but don't you feel it? It's time." He nodded.

You looked up at him and could see the sincerity in his eyes, the longing behind them, "I need time." You told him, turning away from him and continuing to get ready for bed, unsure if you would even get sleep that night because your mind would be reeling with the fact that Erik was unhappy where he was.

-

A few days later, you and Erik finally sat down to finally talk things out. There were tears (from both parties), and after much arguing and weighing the pros and cons, you finally agreed.

It wasn't an easy decision. You were more worried about how Lila, Zach, and Ivy would take it. They had been born and had spent their whole lives in Colorado, so you were worried.

You wrangled the three of them into the living room and sat them down. Lila, ever so smart for her age, knew something was wrong. She had woken up in the middle of the night to get a glass of water and heard you talking at night once.

She didn't quite understand what you were talking about, but the tone of the conversation was enough for her to realize that something was wrong.

"We wanted to talk to you three about something." You started, subconsciously spinning your ring on your finger, a nervous habit of yours.

"It's something big." Erik continued, taking a breath as he tried to gather his thoughts, "So, you know how we live here because I play sticks here?"

"Yeah." The three of them nodded.

"Well, after this season, I'm going to sign with another team." You watched with bated breath, each of their reactions. Ivy seemed to get it the quickest.

"We're moving away?" She asked, tears filling her eyes.

"After this season, yes." Erik nodded, his shoulders sagging at their reactions.

"I don't wanna move." Ivy was the first to start crying, and it set off a domino effect.

It took you and Erik almost an hour and a half to get the three of them to stop crying. Luckily, they had tired themselves out and ended up falling asleep.

You and Erik found yourselves on the couch, sharing a bottle of wine as you thought about how much change would be happening in the coming months.

"Do you think I'm making the right decision?" He asked, looking over at you.

"I can't answer that for you." You smiled sadly, shaking your head, "All I'll say is before you declare anything, make sure you're really sure about this."

-

June 2023, 1 month till UFA

Since your first conversation in January, you had talked about Free Agency briefly, and from those conversations, you gathered that Erik was sure about the move.

You talked to everyone. Coaches, Joe Sakic, Jared Bednar, the other members of the Avs organizations, teammates, and everyone else. Erik made sure the first person he told was Gabe because they were brothers.

You invited Melissa and Gabe over for dinner and were almost scared to tell them. In all the time you'd lived in Colorado, you had known the Landeskogs. They were family.

"So, what's with this special dinner?" Gabe asked, raising a brow at both of you as the meal came to a close.

"Well, we have some news." Erik looked over at you, and you gave him a reassuring nod and smile.

"You're pregnant?" Gabe guessed.

"No." You rolled your eyes.

"You know how my contract is up?" Erik began. While Mel still looked a little confused, a look of understanding fell on Gabe's face, and he nodded.

"You're not serious." He shook his head, covering his mouth in shock.

"I'm serious." He nodded.

"EJ..." He breathed out, standing up and pulling his friend into a long hug.

Mel stood up and did the same, coming over and wrapping you in a big hug, "I'm gonna miss my partner in crime." She joked, laughing tearfully.

"Me too." You smiled, squeezing her tighter.

When you gave them each a hug goodbye and shut the door, you turned to Erik, "You doing okay?"

"I don't know." You reached up and wrapped your arms around him, rubbing his back as he broke down in tears.

"It's okay." You whispered, kissing his head as he fell apart.

-

August 2023, 1 Month Post Free Agency

Before July 1st, you managed to tell everyone the news. Family, friends, teammates, colleagues, everyone. And they all shared pretty much the same reaction as Gabe and Mel.

For the kids, it took a while for them to really understand what was happening, but they quickly adapted and were excited to move to a new city.

The one thing they were upset about was not being able to see their best friend, Colorado Avalanche mascot, Bernie.

At every home game you could make it to, it was a tradition that you would find Bernie, and the kids would take a picture with him. Fans knew how much the kids loved him, and the team knew how much they loved him.

So, before you were planning to move, you, Erik, and the team put something together. Bernie would come over to your house and give them one last goodbye, and the media team would get some cute content.

The doorbell rang, and you looked up and could see through the window who was outside, "Who's at the door, guys?" You pulled out your phone and started recording, wanting to get their reactions.

"You wanna go see who's at the door?" Erik asked, "I think it's for you." He added. They knew not to answer the door by themselves unless you knew who it was, or you gave them the okay.

The kids looked confused, but the three of them made their way over to the door. They got a peek from through the glass beside the door of who it was and began jumping around, "Bernie!"

Bernie and Trixie were barking and jumping around. Erik quickly caught Ivy before she was toppled over by the dogs. He reached for the door handle, and both dogs rushed out, greeting the much larger dog.

"Bernie!" Lila and Zach ran towards him, giving him a big hug. He hugged them both and held out the presents in his arms for them. He handed each of them a giant rose, which they both clutched to their chest.

"Oh, my gosh!" You gasped, "What do you guys say?"

"Thank you, Bernie!" They both hugged him again. He patted them on the back before standing up and handing Ivy her own giant flower which was practically the same size as her.

"Thank you, Bernie." She giggled, wrapping her arms around the giant dog's neck.

You invited Bernie in, and together, all three kids showed him their playroom, letting him pretend to play with Barbies before they made their way outside to the giant playset.

He went between all three kids and pushed them on the swings, getting winded after going through the three of them in a row. By the end of the day, they were upset to see their favorite mascot go.

"Bye, Bernie." They each gave him one last hug, and Ivy even blew him a kiss like she did to Erik whenever she was up by the glass.

-

Arriving in Buffalo was no easy feat. Getting all three kids situated, and then getting yourselves situationed was a challenge, but you got it. When you got to Buffalo, you were greeted by Sabretooth, the Sabres' mascot, in the airport. He was holding a sign with all three kids' names on it.

They noticed, and immediately pointed it out when they saw it, "Do you guys remember who that is?" You asked, looking down at Ivy who was resting her head on your shoulder.

"Sabretooth." She answered, nervous as she looked at the mascot. It took some warming up to get used to Bernie, so you knew it would take some time before she got used to the new mascot.

"That's right." Sabretooth flipped the sign over, and it read 'Welcome to Buffalo, Johnsons!'.

"Thank you, Sabretooth." Erik was the first to hug the tiger, which would ease all the kids' nerves. Sabretooth gave him a big hug, before looking to Lila and Zach, who now looked more comfortable.

The twins looked at each other, communicating silently with their twin language, before looking back at the mascot and accepting his hug. Ivy, who now was more comfortable with the giant tiger, wiggled, signaling to you that she wanted to be let down.

You set her down, and she followed after her older siblings and joined in on the hug. Eventually, the three of them were all talking to Sabretooth and telling him all about their plane ride.

You and Erik watched a few steps behind them, and your heart warmed. You looked over at Erik, and wrapped an arm around his waist, "So, how do you feel now?"

"It's gonna take some getting used to." He said, wrapping an arm around your shoulders.

"But, we're gonna make it work. We always do." You reminded him.

"Like we always do." He repeated with a nod.

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this is 1000% self-insert lol but how do you think James would react if he’s dating midsize reader and he overhears one of the mean girls in your year telling her friends that she keeps trying to flirt with him “but that fat bitch won’t leave him alone, I can’t ever get him by himself”

tw: the word 'fat' being used in a derogatory tone, (disclaimer/reminder- fat is a descriptive word and there is nothing wrong with the word but it can be used in a derogatory way, meaning to insult)

james is the type of boyfriend to be utterly confused when someone says something mean about you or if you say something about yourself. he genuinely just doesn't get it. in his eyes you're perfect and he's baffled at the thought that other people disagree. you're perfect inside and out, he loves everything about you, to your kind heart to your squishy arms and soft body, everything about you is perfect. when he hears some girl a year below him talking to her friends being bitchy he thinks nothing of it, she's mean but it's none of his business, at least until he heard his name in a harsh tone. "potter is so hot but that fat bitch won’t leave him alone, i can’t ever get him by himself." james stops on the spot. did she just?

before he can process and respond to that bitch he see's his beautiful girlfriend come up to him with a big smile as you fling yourself into his arms. "missed you," you mumble against his chest and you have missed him, you saw him earlier on this morning but you had defence against the dark arts with some girls who are always mean to you and you've heard them whispering about james again. there's always someone talking about you and your relationship. you've never told james about it, you don't want to bother him and you worry that he won't understand, it's been proven now by the fact he's in complete shock over what he overheard.

he grabs your chin gently and lifts it up so you're making eye contact, he nuzzles against you, and says loud enough for those who are listening in, "i love you." you smile and kiss his cheek, and suddenly he's swinging you around and holding onto your plush middle tightly. you shriek in surprise and grab onto his forearm. "I'VE GOT THE BEST GIRLFRIEND IN THE WORLD," he shouts at the top of his lungs and you laugh at his antics.

"what on earth are you doing james?" you ask him while laughing.

"JUST LETTING THE WHOLE WORLD KNOW I HAVE THE BEST GIRLFRIEND EVER," he spins you around again and purposely makes sure those girls can see as he bombards your face with kisses.

"what's gotten into you today?" you giggle and place your hands on his chest.

"just love ya, that's all." he grins at you.

"i love you too james."

"well that's good, my gorgeous wonderful perfect girlfriend who i love so much. c'mon lets get some food."

you both go and make your way to the great hall and the girls can hear in the distance james who is still complimenting you. "you're the cutest y'know," he squeezes you tight and pulls you close to him.

i hope you enjoy this! i certainly love james with a bigger reader, it warms my heart!! james would be absolutely smitten with a bigger reader