#also sorry this is late i knocked tf out

[lovelookspretty]

not so bad

college!rafe cameron x reader au

— in which rafe and y/n absolutely despise each other in public but crush in secret. rafe is failing his humanities class & is assigned y/n as his tutor . . . maybe all it took for this relationship to form was just a bit of forced proximity and some time.

warning(s): ward cameron, slightly sexual joke between y/n and rafe

authors note: sorry for the late update again !! was rearranging my entire room for hrs n then passed tf out ( literally moved my entire pc set up + my dresser + cleaned out a bunch of stuff to make room for my vanity that im ordering im so excited )

okay oops its been like 4 days since my last update but its okay !! this was basically a filler but y/n still got to meet with rafes family + spend time with him

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you’re tracing the outline of your textbook as you’re replaying the memories in your head. the café, the walk, the bench, the kiss. you blush at the thought over and over again every time you bring yourself back to it.

he smelled so good; he always does. but he tastes even better. you can still remember how his hands explored your body during the kiss, gently and carefully groping you. and his lips felt so rough against yours, with the same amount of desire that you had when you brought him back in for more.

he’s all that’s been on your mind since it happened last night. it’s embarrassing really, you just feel like a little kid who’s just had their first kiss all over again. but it wasn’t your first—first in a while maybe. but this one was also different.

if you had to be honest, if you saw him again since everything, you would go for another one. anything to feel him on you again. it’s like he’s a drug that you’re addicted to. that you can’t escape. that you don’t want to escape.

the only thing you don’t realize in the frenzy of all your thoughts is . . .

“y/n,” your professor calls out to you, knocking you out of your train of thought. you sit up in your seat and lock eyes with the man who sends you a polite smile, before he’s going back to his lesson.

. . . the world keeps spinning.

just days later, you’re snacking on cereal as you watch some youtube video. you don’t know the channel but they’re just funny as fuck. you need something to entertain you with all the free time you have that day.

aria is reading and working out at the same time behind you. ideally that sounds great, but she’s working out in the way that has her constantly moving around and changing position, making it impossible to read at all.

you don’t know why she’s still doing this. you told her it was a bad idea an hour ago but she’s persistent.

“—two, three, four—” you hear her count behind you. taking a break to just witness all that is aria, you turn around in your chair to watch her.

her hair is frizzy, sweat coating her forehead and if you look closer, her everywhere too. she’s trying her best to hold a book in front of her face to read it, but it’s obvious that she’s struggling. she’s watching a video on the workout, working out, and reading.

“baby i think you need to just focus on one,” you say as you face forward in your chair, clicking out of the youtube video to find a new one.

aria doesn’t miss a beat. she’s still moving through her toe touches. “actually,” she huffs, “studies show that multitasking—like combining physical activity with cognitive tasks—can enhance neural plasticity. it’s all about training the brain to adapt and process more efficiently under stress.”

you turn back around to look at her, and you see that she finally stops to breathe for a second. “besides, if i can master this, just think about how productive i’ll be.”

“oh yeah, i feel your productivity all over me already,” you joke as you pretend to wipe your back and flick it off your hand, like you’re cleaning off all her ‘sweat’ that got on you.

aria smacks her tongue and rolls her eyes, continuing her workout as she flips through to the next page. you’re giggling as you face forward again, only to hear some screams down the hall.

your head snaps toward your door and you glance behind you to see if aria heard it too or if you’re actually just insane. she’s just as concerned as you are.

you get up from your chair and head straight for the door in a hurry. once opened, you peek your head out carefully before spotting a few people crowding a dorm just a few doors down.

rafe and lorenzo’s dorm.

you look closer, immediately recognizing the bunch as rafe’s dad and two sisters. huh. guess rose couldn’t make it.

rafe is just in the middle of a proper handshake and hug with his dad, a grin on his face as he laughs. you can see the backside of sarah who’s standing right next to them, waiting for her turn. wheezie is curious like usual.

she’s looking around the hall but she spots you within seconds. oh fuck.

wheezie hits sarah’s arm quietly to grab her older sister’s attention. you watch as sarah looks down at her before wheezie’s whispering something. she must be trying to not make a scene about seeing you.

sarah looks across the way and sees you, her jaw dropping. “are you kidding me?” she laughs, heading right for you and completely ditching her brother.

you glance back at aria awkwardly when sarah goes in for a hug that you can’t turn down. it’s brief, thankfully, but sarah still grabbed everyone’s attention when she saw you.

you peer over sarah’s shoulder and see ward and rafe staring directly at the two of you. there’s still a small smile on his lips as he makes eye contact, you return it politely.

“no one told me you go to school here,” sarah says, her hands on her hips as ward comes over.

“sarah honey, let’s leave y/n to her business, you don’t know if she’s busy,” he’s telling her with a light guide on her arm toward rafe’s dorm again. sarah lets out a quiet ‘oh’ as ward looks to you. “it’s really great to see you y/n.”

“it’s great to see you all too, but it’s okay, leave her,” you say about sarah, your choice of words causing sarah to smile as ward raises his hands in surrender. “i’m not busy at all, but it is really nice to see you guys.”

ward joins his son again before he’s stepping inside his room. wheezie, feeling more comfortable to hangout with her sister and you, silently decides to follow sarah.

sarah’s mouth is a little open as she’s taking the sight of you in. “it’s so crazy to see you here. i mean, what are the chances?” she says, and you know that she’s referring to the fact that both you and rafe were accepted in and committed to the same university. “and your rooms are so close . . . rafe isn’t giving you a hard time though, is he?”

oh right, they have absolutely no idea that you two don’t hate each other.

“not at all, here and there maybe, but me and rafe are actually friends now,” you tell her, and you’re not surprised when sarah is.

she takes a moment to process it. “that’s actually crazy,” she says. “given how everything was back in obx, everyone kind of assumed you guys went off to college still hating each other. what? you guys are friends now? that’s amazing!”

the two of you are laughing as she brings you in for another hug, like you’re a sister to her.

you rub her back. “it didn’t happen overnight, for sure,” you say with a chuckle, and she pulls away to let wheezie say hi to you. “but it’s actually really nice to not hate someone. hi wheezie.”

she side hugs you, and you get the immediate feeling that she’s a little uncomfortable with how much she doesn’t even really know you. you let go of her and let her stand next to sarah so she feels more comfortable again.

rafe peeks past the wall, his hand grabbing the doorframe by his chest. “sarah, wheez,” he calls out to his sisters. you can hear what sounds like ward and lorenzo talking inside, very loudly you may add. sounds like they’re getting along. “dad wants me to take you guys on a tour. come on.”

sarah looks back to you. “it was really nice seeing you y/n,” she says, then holds wheezie’s hand to walk back to rafe’s dorm.

they slip past rafe to reach their dad and meet lorenzo most likely. rafe takes a moment and leaves his dorm to head over to you.

“hey,” his voice is soft as he approaches you, and you lean against your doorframe. “you doing okay?”

you hum in response, and rafe gazes down at you with a small smile.

“we have the mall later today with enzo and lara but i have something planned for us this saturday. you think you could clear your schedule?” he asks.

you tilt your head. “i think i could make some room for you i guess.”

he grins at you before leaning down to press a kiss to your lips quickly. there’s an immediate vomit noise from behind you. both you and rafe turn back to find aria done with her workouts, and she’s closing her book and tossing it aside.

“sorry aria,” he says aloud. when you turn to face him again, rafe nods at you. “i’ll text you when.”

“okay,” you murmur, and you watch as he leaves to his room again. you swear you see wheezie’s head peeking out the first second he leaves you.

you close your door and head back to your desk.

“so what, are you guys boyfriend and girlfriend now?” aria asks. you look up at her and feel like laughing to ease any thoughts. you certainly aren’t boyfriend and girls—no labels as far as you know.

but dating?

“no,” you answer, shutting your laptop and placing it on another spot on your desk. “just some really cool . . . buddies. i don’t know. we’re not exclusive or anything. i think we wanna just take it slow.”

“you think? you guys didn’t have any talk with each other?” she asks. you silently shake your head at her. she raises her eyebrows and purses her lips. “you two would make a cute couple.”

her words give you relief that it doesn’t lead to anything bad. if anything you’re happy, but it’s not something you’ve thought about before.

you can’t hide your smile that aria teases you for, so you grab your pillow at throw it at her.

‘ come outside, waiting for you ’

you set down your phone after reading rafe’s text, and you check yourself in the mirror one more time before grabbing your purse.

you walk to the door, double checking you’re bringing the right belongings with you. “i’ll see you later,” you say as you unlock the door.

aria is grinning as she kicks her foot back and forth off the edge of her bed. “have fun,” she sings.

when you leave your dorm, rafe is slowly making his way over to yours. as soon as he heard your door open, his head snaps up and his gaze falls upon you. he sends a warm look your way.

“you ready?” he asks you.

“where’s your family?” you puzzle as you and him begin walking down the hallway.

he shrugs. “they knew i had plans today so they said they wanted to go around vista heights and explore. when we get back, they wanna meet up again for dinner though so i’m gonna be a bit busy tonight.”

you nod. “that’s cute; no problem at all.”

you get into rafe’s car with the others since lorenzo claims he’s too tired from lacrosse practice all morning. it’s fun to hangout with this specific group, you’re starting to feel like, because now that you’re in rafe’s car then you and rafe are the ones in the front with lorenzo and elara in the back.

once you’ve arrived to the mall, you join hands with elara who just seems excited to be shopping with her friends.

“where are you guys going?” you ask as elara begins tugging your sleeve so you can come with her to a chic boutique nearby.

lorenzo scratches the back of his neck and shrugs, “i don’t know but i don’t wanna go in there.”

elara groans, “who’s gonna help me and tell me what looks good on me or not?”

“y/n,” the two boys say at the same time.

elara glares before letting go of you so she can walk over to them. she grabs a handful of both of their shirts and turn around. “come on, let’s go!” she says cheerfully, and she drags the guys to follow you and elara to the the shop she’s had her eye on.

“that goes so well with your skin tone,” you say as you and elara stare at yourselves in the mirror with some new clothes on. elara is posing in her corset and skirt, then she takes a look at yours. “it feels a bit tight on me.”

“we can go for something a bit more air-y!” she tells you, and she holds a finger up to tell you to wait while she hurries to her dressing room. she disappears behind the door and grabs something off the hooks on the wall, then comes back out. “good thing that i grabbed just the thing for you when we were looking earlier.”

gee, elara comes prepared, but you aren’t surprised. she makes you take the pieces and she rushes you back into your dressing room, urging that you dress quickly so you can go to the next store.

you listen to her. after locking the door, you try on the outfit she picked out for you. it’s very . . . elara energy. it’s so cute.

“i like it, i think,” you tell her as you unlock the door and step outside. elara is beaming when she sees you. “definitely more comfortable. the material might be annoying though.”

“obviously,” elara says as she guided you to the mirror in the hallway. “beauty is . . . annoyance! but i like it! plus i think somebody likes it on you too.”

you know who she’s talking about. it’s the only obvious person.

when you look at elara, you can see that she’s looking somewhere in the mirror between you. you follow her gaze and stare into the mirror. rafe is sitting with lorenzo just feet away on a seat in the middle of the dressing room hall.

you lock eyes with the boy who’s been staring at you. lorenzo is talking his ear off—again—but it’s clear that rafe isn’t listening. his focus is on you.

“he’s been staring at you since we got out of the car, eyeing you like you’re sex itself,” elara whispers in your ear, an amused look on her face as she waltzes over to her dressing room.

when you look back at rafe, your eyes soften. a blush spreads across your cheeks as you look back at yourself.

“rafe?” you call, walking over to your dressing room. lorenzo stops talking as he and rafe listen to what you have to say. “you wanna come in and help me put on my next one?”

you’re joking, and he knows it too, but you spot the way rafe lights up yet becomes dumbfounded at the same time as he watches you disappear in the room, and you can’t help but giggle once you’re alone.

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[rakurairagnarok]

I dedicate this story to my good friend and writing buddy @idesofrevolution. Merry Christmas buddy and please PLEASE Enjoy. Happy holidays to everyone and Happy TF's.

A Green Christmas

`What!!`

Ryan screamed at the news.

You sighed.

´I have no choice, my family has to move, and I have to go as well, I don´t have any accommodation here.´

Ryan grumbled. `Bro... you can´t leave me man... you´re my best bud.´

You grimaced. Your friend had been acting weird lately. You used to be super close, and you honestly still are, but your interests had began to shift. You used to play games, watch cartoons and study together, but lately Ryan had become absent from you life. He had been ´busy´ with other things but his grades had been plummeting and he had picked up smoking. Ryan had no idea you knew this, but you had seen the pictures from your classmates. His wardrobe had changed too. Before he would wear shirts and khakis, now its oversized shirts and hoodies. He started wearing contacts as well, which, to be honest, was a great look for him, he looked very handsome without glasses. His lingo had switched as well. No more academic jargon. Just simple sentences, which almost always had at least one bro in them.

`Look Ryan, I really am sorry, but I just can´t make this work´

Your family was moving, and while you were a college student, who by all accounts should have received some form of scholarship due to your amazing grades, you never did. The truth however, was that you wanted to move. The alienating feeling you got from your former best friend broke something in you, and you had to put some distance between eachother. You could easily apply for the on-campus dormitories but you just couldn`t bear staying near the now almost stranger.

`Look you´d better go, I want to be home before Christmas and I still have a lot of packing to do.'

Ryan sighed and left. After closing the door behind him, You let out a grunt.

"Why does it have to be this way! What happend to him?"

Reluctantly you began packing. Your father would come and get you and your things on Christmas eve, so you had your work cut out for you. You were currently staying Ryan, but this had always been a temporary solution. Ryan's landlord didn't want two friends staying together only couples or families. Ryan had become quite open to you about his sexuality. He had told you he was bisexual and that he could always tell the landlord the two of you were dating, but you had declined. You had a hard enough time not getting picked on. If word would get out that you two were dating, you would not be able to survive. What Ryan didn't know is that you were in fact also bisexual. You really liked girls but men really were where you got your satisfaction. From porn that is, because you were still a virgin. You grew up in a strict Christian household, with a Father from the south. Your parents would never approve and they were the reason you didn't have to work, so coming out was never an option.

A loud knock shook you from your deep train of thought. You opened the door and Ryan was standing right there, smiling.

"Steven, can we talk bro?"

"Ryan, I told you. I need to pack for..."

"Please, just for a little while."

"...Fine..."

Ryan walked in and sat down on your bed.

"Look man... I've been thinking... I need to be honest with you about something."

You looked at your former best friend with confusion. He had been so dominant and confident these last few weeks, and all of a sudden he looked shy and insecure.

"I... I picked up smoking... and... not just cigarettes. Weed too"

You sighed.

"I know Ryan, I have seen you. Don't worry, it's whatever... Your body, your choice."

Ryan smiled.

"Yeah for reallll broo but, I wanted to ask you a favor."

"What is it?" You asked, slightly impatient.

"Come sit down first" Ryan had this shit eating grin on his face, his perfect white teeth on display. Wait that doesn't sound right. he had braces right?

Because you took so long, Ryan grabbed your arm and pulled you onto the bed, right next to him.

"What the hell man!" You exclaimed.

He quickly wraps an arm around your shoulders, his musky scent drilling into your nose, and holds something up to your face.

"I really, really want to smoke this with you man. Like dying wish and shit."

You look down and see a blunt in between his fingers.

"I don't smoke Ryan, you know this" You point out.

" Just one hit bro, that's all, I won't tell anyone, you don't have to smoke any more, just humor me with this man."

You took a deep breath and wanted to decline, but then something clicked.

"You know what. Sure."

Ryan's grin widened. 'Let's fucking go bro!!!" He quickly grabbed a lighter, and lit the blunt.

He took the first hit, blowing the smoke right into your face, the fumes invading your nose and throat, leaving you gasping for air.

"Sorry there bro, just wanted to give you a little taste."

"I'm only taking one hit bro... fuck" Your eyes widen not only did you just curse, something which you rarely do, you also just used bro in your sentence. Hoping he didn't notice you hold out your hand to take the blunt.

Ryan, who's grinning from ear to ear, hands you the blunt, and you quickly take a hit. You deeply inhale, feeling the smoke fill your lungs and the weed invade your brain. A single hit, and you can almost feel your brain stopping.

"W...whaaat the fuuuuuck" You mumble. Your jaw slacks a bit as the smoke escapes from your lips.

"You gonna take that hit or not bro?" Ryan asked with a sly grin on his face.

"Huh didn't I just?'' You asked confused.

"Bro are you already tripping? I just blew some smoke in your face man, thats all. Now come on bro, you promised."

You took a hit, taking a deep breath, feeling the smoke fill your lungs, and your whole body. Slowly blowing out you feel constricted. You look down to see your buttoned up shirt bulging. You tug on it a bit, and it flies open, revealing a chiseled abdomen and two meaty pecs.

"Brooo wat the fahk' You mumble. "My chest is so big... what the hell"

"Yeah bro I know right. I love that strain. Made me who I am today" Ryan smirks as he takes off his hoodie showing his massive arms and chest.

You look in awe as he stretches a bit, his smooth torso , and bulging muscles on display. He drops his sweats, showing off a massive bulge in his white briefs as he looks at you and smirks.

"Wanna take another hit bro?"

Before he even finished his sentence the blunt was back in your mouth, filling you up with even more smoke. You look down and begin to giggle as you bounce your growing pecs.

"Huhuhu broo they are so bigg... what the shit..." You say as a familiar musk begins radiating from your growing body.

Ryan smiles back.

"Yeah bro you're getting so fuckin huge. You're so hot"

You look at him with a flushed face.

"What... did you say?"

"You're hot. You look amazing."

"Thanks..." You can't help but blush, seeing as he himself is a fucking model.

"You're really hot yourself" You say with a beetred face

Ryan stops smiling and looks at you. He sits down and looks you in the eyes.

"I don't want you to go Stevey. I love you..."

Your eyes widen at the words, and before you know it, his lips get pressed against yours. Before you can react he pushes his tongue into your mouth, and a torrent of smoke follows suit. It's almost as if hes blowing you up, and it feels that way too, Your muscles getting bigger, your mind hazier, and your dick... well...

You manage to push away and look at him.

"Ry... I ... "

"yeah?"

"I think... no ... I know... I love you too man"

Ryan signature shit eating grin flies back onto his face.

"Fuck yeah bro!!"

A sheepish smile creeps onto your face as you grab the blunt from his fingers, taking a massive hit before grabbing his neck and blowing the smoke into his mouth.

"You're so sexy." You say as he blows the smoke back into your face.

"What about you then, such a fucking cute stud you are"

The two of you continue laughing, finishing the blunt before crawling into each others arms.

You text your dad that he doesn't have to come get you anymore, as you will be staying with your boyfriend, and promptly block him afterwards.

You nuzzled up to your boyfriends pit and took a deep breath. It smelled amazing and it bricked you up knowing you smell the same.

This will be a pretty special Christmas.

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[hyperfixatedbastard]

Hi i hope you doing well. I have a resquest... more like a headcanon. What if Adam was a dad ? What his behaviour will be ? Does he be a good or a bad father ?

I understand if you don't do it. I don't want to force you for something you don't want to.

Dadam (Dad!Adam) Headcanons

we bringing out the daddy issues on this one boys

WARNINGS: none

A/N: I haven't done a headcanon type of post yet, but they're easier to write than regular one shots and I'm too tired for that shit. The request didn't specify what kind of Reader (spouse or child), so I just went with general headcanons that don't specify the Reader at all. Insert yourself as you wish!

Also, thank you all for your patience! It's been very busy for me lately and I've been too exhausted to write much, so expect a lot more of these kinds of posts (the formatting is easier and I don't have to write a bunch of dialogue lol).

Dividers

As the father of humanity, Adam had...a lot of kids. The guy lived for 800+ years just populating the earth. That's a LOT of kids. We all know how the first two turned out. That is, not fuckin' well. To be honest, I don't think Adam valued his children. It was just kinda... a thing he had to do. (When Abel died and Cain got exiled, he fr just went and had another kid to replace them.) But I am in deep, deep denial and this is for my enjoyment as someone with severe daddy issues. So fuck all that.

At first, Adam is 100% the guy that freaks the fuck out when he finds out he knocked someone up. That man is SWEATING. He's actually pretty chill if it's someone he's in an established long-term relationship with, though. He still freaks the fuck out, but to a significantly lesser degree and with a much smaller chance of up and leaving. Once he's over the initial shock, he's shocked to find that he's kind of excited. Back when he was alive, having kids was just normal because it was such a common occurrence.

This man knows every little detail about pregnancy and infants. With the amount of kids he's had? He has seen it ALL. Sure, all his information is thousands of years old, but knowledge learned through experience is super valuable when it comes to this shit! He doesn't know what the fuck a uterus is, but he knows exactly how to make his partner the most comfortable, how to deal with cravings, etc. If his partner has a problem, he's got a solution. It might be a fuckin' weird one, but it works! He'll probably grumble and complain, but he doesn't actually mean it. Bitching is just his thing, y'know? But... pregnancy hormones + Adam's douchebag-ness = feelings getting hurt. If his partner starts crying because of some shit joke or complaint he made? He's scrambling so fast. "Shit, babe, fuck, I'm sorry, I didn't mean it, fuckfuckfuck, don't cry—"

Once the baby is born, he definitely surprises literally everyone but his partner by actually doing helpful shit. Changing diapers? Easy fuckin' peasy (he does watch a tutorial online because he doesn't know how tf modern diapers work but he's a fast learner) Feeding? No problemo. Getting up in the middle of the night to do both of those things? His sleep schedule's already fucked, this shit ain't new.

When it comes to parenting and raising the kid, though... that's definitely where Adam struggles. He'd struggle with bonding. A lot. Adam mostly talks about things that you really shouldn't say around children, much less bond over. I think he'd be better at just letting the kid ramble while he's just sitting there, fully engrossed in whatever bullshit his child is saying. He's not just passively listening with little 'uh-huh's and nods, this man is active in the discussion. Have you ever heard a small child speak? They say the most random shit ever, and Adam would love it. It's peak entertainment to him. Even if it's just incoherent babbling, he'll have full-on conversations with this baby.

He'd definitely have some shared interests as the kid gets older. I think Adam's favorite shows/movies are a mix of action movies and shit like Power Rangers. He's not ashamed of it either—'fuck you, the Power Rangers are fuckin' cool.' This also goes for video games. I know that man is a toxic COD gamer boy and you can't prove me wrong. Basically, the only thing that keeps him from becoming one of those husbands that locks himself away in a man cave to play video games is the fact that he can game with his kid.

And once they get into school, he just gets really invested in the drama. Elementary school drama is such bullshit, and it'd be the best reality TV he's ever seen. "Oh, don't tell me—it's that bitch Cindy. The fuck did that little shit do this time?" He'd be gasping like it's a damn soap opera. 'Oh no she didn't!' kinda vibe.

He'd talk so much shit around his kid about the parents of their classmates, the teachers, anyone. Then the kid would repeat it and Adam would get sat down in the office with his kid like: "Your child said, and I quote, 'My dad says your mom's a bitch.'" "What? She fuckin' is." And yeah, he's not wrong - some of those parents are fucking nightmares.

If his kid got in trouble for fighting, his reaction would depend on the situation. If it was unprovoked and/or a part of bullying, he'd originally laugh it off but would be freaking the fuck out internally. He's probably a little traumatized by what happened with Cain and Abel. But if the fighting was an act of defense (whether of themselves or someone else) he would be the proudest dad ever. Fist-bumps his kid in the office in full view of the principal.

You cannot trust this man to give his kid the sex talk. It just will not go well. Like, if his kid needs advice when they're older (basically anything beyond 'where do babies come from') then he's your guy, but it's still gonna be awkward and uncomfortable. He'd probably have Lute handle most of those issues just so he doesn't have to know about his kid's sex life but can still trust that they have a responsible(?) adult if they have questions.

In terms of where Adam is lacking as a parent, there's a few areas in particular to focus on.

Emotional availability? Not his strong suit. At all. He can't deal with his own feelings, let alone his kid's. Most of the emotional support will be coming from his partner. That doesn't mean he doesn't try. But he can't show it with words all that well. He'll show emotional support in other ways—quality time, gifts, and acts of service for the most part. Like going out for ice cream, watching a movie, etc.

He's not good with discipline. To him, everything's no big deal. If his kid hasn't killed their sibling, that's good enough for him! Generally, his partner will choose when/how to discipline (with Adam's input ofc), but Adam's job is to just enforce it/not overrule it. He's 100% the type to be sneaky about it tho. If his kid is grounded, he'll go out with them to give them a break from being stuck in the house, y'know, stuff like that. Because of this, his kid forms a closer, different kind of bond than with Adam's partner. It's more friendly, I guess is the word? Like, his kid won't go to him for actual helpful advice, but if they fuck up somehow or are in a bad situation that they kinda got themselves into (drinking, car accident, etc.), then Adam is the parent they call.

I think Adam's peak parenting era would be when his kid is a late teen/young adult. 'Cause then he can actually be himself, for the most part. His personality is not very kid-friendly, so once his kid isn't really much of a kid anymore—he is so fucking excited. His relationship with his kid would be a lot more unconventional as they grow older. Like, he's really close with his kid once they're an adult. (totally not basing this off my relationship with my mom) His advice would be shit, but he'd give it if his kid needed it!

Definitely the type to text his kid more often than most parents. Mostly because he texts more like them and has the same sense of humor. Lots of shitty memes.

Also!! I think Adam would definitely make time for his partner. Date nights are a must. His kid better get comfortable with sleepovers at friends' houses or getting babysat by Emily 'cause he ain't letting parenthood fuck up his sex life.

I think that's all I got. Not sure how to end this so uh... shoutout to all you bitches with daddy issues lmao

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[ghostlynachopanda]

Study date

a/n: I failed tf out of all my exams this week. at least it's spring break though. I'm SUPER tired and didn't read this so tell me if it's good. Here's this one pals, enjoy

Pairing: Wednesday Addams x reader

words: 1.9k

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Wednesday had offered to help you study for the upcoming exams. Knowing it would be better to study with someone who will hold you accountable, you easily agreed. Wednesday knew she would ace her exams, she also knew you would do just fine without her. Nonetheless, she wanted to be the reason you came up to her with a breathtaking smile while showing off the grade you got. There was just one problem, you were late.

Wednesday didn’t know if she should be annoyed or worried. You were never late, not when it came to Wednesday. Your punctuality never went unappreciated, though she never outright said anything. All Wednesday could do was count the minutes go by as she awaited your arrival.

10 minutes had passed and you still hadn't come knocking with an apology already spilling from your lips. 10 minutes of sitting in an empty dorm, the only sounds being her breathing and the shuffling of her clothes. Wednesday decided she would reprimand you for being late, for making her waste her time waiting. She sat at her desk, contemplating what exactly to say to you to get the point across in the most efficient way.

Another 10 passes and Wednesday’s anger fades into worry. She had no idea where you are or what you were doing. She cannot fathom what could be more important than getting here on time, studying for your exams, and spending time with her. Except, there’s a possibility you’re injured somewhere and unable to reach her. The thought alone sends an unknown feeling to her stomach, settling uncomfortably. She waits, ashamedly hopeful you'll show up and relieve her of this feeling.

5 minutes pass with the uncomfortable weight in her stomach. The feeling is starting to get too much, Wednesday decides enough is enough. She abruptly stands from her chair, knocking it back a few feet before walking to the door.

Wednesday yanks the door open to find you. You reel back in surprise and bring your hand back down to your side. You both stare at each other for a moment, both too shocked to say anything. You part your lips to say something, but before any words come out you are hauled into Wednesday's dorm by the collar of your shirt.

The silence that follows the door slam is eerie. Wednesday hasn't said anything to you, just taking time to examine you. The first thing she notices is the cut on your lip and the bruise on your jaw, both look fresh and not something someone could get from themself. Second is your clothes, covered in dirt and some holes that definitely weren't there before. The last thing is the apprehensive look in your eyes. As much as she savors that same look from everyone else, she doesn't like the way it looks on you. She takes a brief moment to calm herself, letting the feeling in her stomach fade away before speaking, "You're late."

"Yeah, I'm sorry," you replied softly, not wanting to make her angrier. Wednesday looks at you before saying, "Sit on the floor, I should have an ointment for your lip and jaw."

You do as your told, moving to sit on Wednesday's side of the room while she searches for her first aid kit. You are mesmerized by the way she moves graciously around the room, momentarily forgetting about the ache in your jaw and throbbing of your lip. She walks back over with a tube in her hand, kneels beside you, and tenderly grasps your chin. She angles your face to give her the best view of your jaw, seeing the already bruising skin.

"Who did this to you," she asks feeling her blood start to boil. Whoever did this will face appropriate punishment.

"No one important," you respond, appearing unaffected by the injuries and whatever events led to it. Wednesday sends you a pointed look, making you sheepishly avert your eyes. "It's really nothing important, Wednesday." you tried to explain, making her sigh.

Wednesday knows she won't get anything from you, not when you think it isn't worth talking about. She gently starts applying the ointment, careful not to press too hard on the bruise, not wanting to hurt you. She feels your eyes on her, she locks eye contact, wanting to see if she accidentally hurt you. All Wednesday can see is a fondness in your eyes, making her quickly avert her eyes and say, "You look good like this,"

"Like this?" you ask, confused about what she meant. But, she doesn’t answer, content with leaving you confused.

Once she finished applying ointment to your jaw she angled you to look directly at her. Once again, Wednesday is caught off guard by the look you're giving her. Still had the same look from moments prior, but still made that fluttering feeling appear in her stomach. She focuses in on your lips, and an urge to kiss them washes over her. Barely able to refrain from kissing you, she starts applying the ointment.

Wednesday forces herself to stand when she's done, putting ample space between you two before saying, "Grab your textbook, we'll be starting on chapter 5." making you groan.

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You two had gone over almost everything you needed to review for your exams. It alleviated some of the stress you were feeling, after a quick review of the notes you decided now would be a good time to leave.

Sitting up straight and relaxing the muscles in your neck and shoulders, causing you to release a sign of relief. Fatigue caught up with you faster than you thought, causing you to slump down to the floor. Wednesday looked at you, seeing goosebumps on your exposed skin and how tired you looked.

"You're going to get dirt on more than one part of my floor," Wednesday said, making you turn your head to look at her.

"Are my clothes really that dirty?" you asked

"That is the reason we are studying on the floor, yes."

You groan lightly, unhappy dirty clothes were the reason for sitting on the uncomfortable floor for the last couple of hours. Despite the fatigue you feel, you sit up and look at her before saying,

"I think now is a good stopping point. I'm going to head back to my room,"

"You’re leaving already?" she asked incredulously, though her voice was even. First, you had the nerve to show up late, injured, and refused to tell her anything about what happened, but now you're trying to leave?

"Yeah, I'm really tired and it’s almost curfew. Could we do this again another time?" you asked with hopefulness littering your voice. Wednesday always found it hard to say no to that tone.

"Will you be late?"

"I'll try my hardest not to be," you reply with a small smile. It makes Wednesday pause, she didn't want you to leave yet. She hadn’t spent enough time with you today, and not only that, you’re wounded. She just wanted to make sure you took care of your injuries.

"Stay there," Wednesday said, standing up and walking to her closet. Leaving you to sit and watch her, this time confused as to what she's doing. You peek at what she's doing and see her riffle through her vast choices of black clothing.

"Wednesday?" this situation confuses you. All you wanted to do was sleep in your warm bed. The holes in your shirt provide the cold air a chance to nip at the exposed skin. She doesn’t answer, instead silently walking in your direction with neatly folded clothes in her arms.

When she reaches you, she puts her arms out and looks at you expectantly. When she realizes you're unsure what to do, she says, "Change into these."

"Whatever you want, Wednesday" you respond, still confused about what's happening but too tired to even comprehend what she's implying. You grab the clothes and just look at them, where exactly does Wednesday want you to change? You look up at her and see her steadily looking back, she says again, "Change into those,"

"No, I know what you want me to do. But, uh," you trail off, looking away to hide your reddening cheeks. "where exactly do I change?" you ask, glancing at her.

Wednesday didn't think that part though, truthfully you could change anywhere you wish. Enid was not coming back tonight so anywhere was acceptable, but did Wednesday expect you to just take your clothes off right in front of her? The thought of seeing more of your skin, seeing what is hidden under your clothes makes her cheeks warm. She quickly turns away and says, "go change in my closet, but do not touch anything or get dirt on anything other than the floor."

You nod and quickly go to change, giving you both a chance to calm yourselves. When you start putting on Wednesday's clothes your fatigue is washed away. Realizing you will be wearing Wednesday's clothes makes you want to squeal, but you stop yourself. You take your time gathering your clothes and taking a deep breath before going back into the main room. Walking over to your bag to see all your stuff already neatly put away just the way you like. Gently placing your clothes on the floor next to it, you turn around.

Wednesday has been staring at you since you walked out of the closet. She never could have predicted how good you looked in black, how good you looked in her clothes. A wave of possessiveness overwhelms her. It’s unfair what you're unintentionally doing to her, what you’re making her feel. The work she put in to make her flushed cheeks go away was for nothing, the red coming back tenfold. Wednesday decides then she's fond of you wearing her clothes, just like she is to your kisses.

Wednesday can't stop herself from walking over to you, taking you in with every step she takes. You somehow look even better up close. She steps into your personal space, looking at every inch of you. "You look beautiful," she says breathlessly, not bothering to hide the endearment in her eyes or the red on her cheeks.

You look down at yourself, and eye the clothes before quietly asking, "you think so?"

"Undoubtedly" she replied sincerely.  

Your breath hitches, your brain becoming useless at her compliment. You want to return the compliment, want to say she looks gorgeous. But the way she's looking at you makes any coherent thought fly out the window. Your mouth opens slightly but closes shortly after, words are failing you miserably. Your lips tremble with unsaid words and Wednesday can't take it anymore.

Wednesday moves to smash her lips against yours, taking pride in the hum and exhales you let out. Both of you moving in sync, the feeling of your lips on hers is still as addictive as the first time. She moves her hands to clutch at the black shirt you wore, pulling you as close; not wanting any space between you two. You do the same by placing your hands on her jaw, not letting her pull away. You both hope what you're feeling is expressed.

Breaking the kiss only when air becomes a necessity, placing your forehead against hers. Slightly breathless from the intensity of the kiss. Wednesday watches your eyes travel across her face before settling on her lips again so she whispers, "Let's head to bed, my love"

tags: @alexkolax @rainbow-love4ever @o638 @tundra1029

[axel-skz]

You’re not funny…

A/N: I feel not tired at all and kind of nauseous. I think I’m severely dehydrated but drinking the water gives me even more nausea so… tf do I do? Write a fanfic and ignore my problems. I did not proof read it and It’s not a literary masterpiece so please, lower your expectations lol (shuffled my stray kids playlist and we got thunderous this time ;) for our boys thunderous dance moves (I mean that was terrible but I wanna play a song for every fic now so, yeah lol))

Summary: Minho is expecting a nice weekend together that he needed very much but you’re planning to play a prank.

Minho x Gender neutral reader

Minho had been getting frustrated very fast lately. Getting burnt out a lot because this comeback had been so demanding. He could see all the work coming too because they had been told, they were going on tour.

Now he was agitated because he was working all the time and he couldn’t spend time with his loved ones.

He knew what would make him feel better though. Spending time with you. All he was looking forward to all week was a whole weekend with you.

What he didn’t know was that the perfect storm was brewing. At the time where he wanted nothing but affection fhe most, you had the plan to play a prank on him.

You would try your best to swerve anytime he wanted a kiss or a hug. You had seen it on tiktok a lot recently and you just really wanted to try it out.

Horrible timing honestly but you had no idea.

He had called on monday and you would both be spending the weekend together. He hadn’t told you about the tour either because he hadn’t got the chance to. You would never be playing this prank if you knew.

Friday afternoon, he arrives. You hear him knocking on your door and instantly, you ready yourself. Usually you would run to him in the most dramatic way possible and give him a hug. He acted like he hated it but it made him feel wanted.

While he thought about how much he needed that hug, you were making sure you wouldn’t do it. As you opened the door, he stood there for what felt like a century, expecting the hug. You looked st him with confusion.

‘You good?’ You asked with a puzzled look.

‘You usually hug me when you open the door,’ he also looked extremely confused.

‘Oh, you hate it so I thought I wouldn’t do it. Come in,’ you smiled at him. As he walked in, you took the things he was carrying. It was your way of busying yourself.

He let out a sigh as he sat on the sofa, ‘I’m so tired. I could barely sleep yesterday.’

‘Aww, that’s sad. Have you had a hard time sleeping for a while or just last night?’ You came back after putting his bag in your room.

He looked at you and you could see how tired he was, ‘all week. So much work and I just don’t even want to think about it. It’s early as hell but can we watch a movie and take a nap?’

Code for watch something and cuddle. He wasn’t one to just outright ask for physical contact so you had gotten use to recognising when he wanted it and how he asked.

‘Of course we can do that,’ you smiled at him and set up everything for a movie.

You got some sweets and popcorn with the softest blankets. You picked a feel good movie that you both really liked and started to get settled. You played the movie and sat down on the floor.

He was surprised, ‘why are you on the floor? There’s plenty of room on the sofa.’

‘You should stretch out and get comfy. It’ll be easier to fall asleep. I have some work I need to do so I’ll sit here and do it when you fall asleep,’ you said while feigning interest in the movie.

It’s like you could feel him pouting. And he was.

‘Could you not do the work tomorrow?’

‘I’m sorry, my love. It’s urgent. I need to get it in by the end of the day.’

‘S’okay…’ he covered himself in blankets and got comfortable. He didn’t let it show just how hurt he was by it.

He fell asleep after a little while. He woke up a couple hours later and you had nodded off while working on the floor. Your brief was on the table and he looked at it.

He tried to help you with your work sometimes because you liked his opinions on it. As he read through it, he noticed it wasn’t due for another two weeks. That hurt him again because he didn’t understand why you lied.

He moved back and laid back down. He didn’t know how long he stared at the cieling before you woke up. He pretended to sleep when you got up to check on him. You picked up your stuff after you fixed the blanket so it was covering him properly.

After that, you started cooking for dinner. He took a little while before he got up. He acted groggy as he walked into kitchen. You heard him shuffle in and it was so hard not to hug him when he looked so cute with the wayward hair and the puffy cheeks.

‘Sleep well?’ You asked as you moved to the fridge.

‘Mhm, something about this place helps me sleep,’ he smiled.

‘Pff- you’re so sweet,’ you giggled a bit as you gave him some juice.

‘I was talking about your sofa and the tv but whatever helps you sleep at night.’

You playfully glared at him, ‘they’re mine and they help you so ultimately, it’s all me.’

You began washing some extra pots as you let him know what you were cooking and that it was almost done. You felt him get up and walk over. As he got closer, you quickly put what you were washing down and moved away to the stove.

A look of hurt and confusion flashed on his face for a second but it was gone as fast as it came. He followed to look at the food but kept a little distance. He didn’t understand at all what was going on.

You guys set the table up and ate your meal.

He was extremely silent the whole time and it was a very awkward 25 minutes. He offered to do the dishes and as he grabbed the last one, he leaned in to kiss you out of habit as he said thank you. You swerved and this seemed to be his breaking point.

He froze for a moment but then put the plate down and kneeled next to you. He took your hands in his and he looked into your eyes.

‘Y/N, what have I done? I don’t remember doing anything to hurt you and that may also be bad but whatever it is, I’m sorry. Please just tell me and let me fix it,’ he looked so torn up inside and it hurt your heart to see him like that.

And then you broke. (Because you would be a menace to society if you didn’t finally tell him what was going on)

‘I’M SO SORRY! Hold on… I’ll explain,’ You pulled him off the floor and took him over to the sofa. You both sat down. ‘It was such a stupid idea but I saw this prank on tik tok and I wanted to do it.’

The sad look on his face hurt your soul, ‘so you don’t hate me?’

‘God no! I could never!’ You leaned forward and gave him a hug. ‘I’m so sorry! It was a stupid idea!’

He hugged you back in an instant. You were basically in his lap, his face hidden in your neck. ‘Can we just stay like this for a while?’

You nodded and hugged him harder, ‘Can I turn off the kitchen light first?’

‘I’ll pay your electricity bill.’

‘I was kidding,’ you smiled.

‘Someone has to tell you, you’re not funny,’ you could feel him smirk.

‘So mean and hurtful, for what reason?!’ You jokingly sniffled.

‘Feel my pain,’ he laughed.

‘If it makes you feel better, fine,’ you hugged him a little tighter. ‘I’m sorry.’

‘S’okay. I’m just glad it was a prank.’

‘I love you most.’

‘I love you even more’

A/N: I’m thinking of a part two for this. I dont know. Cus I mentioned a tour so maybe it’s worth playing that out a bit. Lemme know what you think.

Please like and reblog and submit your prompts/requests :)

I’m writing anything that comes to mind right now so suggestions would be great.

[I’ve tried to look over it but if there’s anything that isn’t gender neutral about the reader, lemme know and I’ll fix it]

The following parts will probably not come and this was made as a stand alone story. If you’re still wanting to continue reading after this, go for it :) I just wanted to warn you cus if I were you, Id want someone to warn me.

Part 2

[sockiestupidity]

Reader having a depressive episode and Miguel helps them out of it 👀👀👀👀

Also can I be 🕸️ anon 👁️👄👁️

AH OKAY SO FIRST IF ALL. RLLY SRRY IF THIS IS BAD😭 I LEGIT DIDNT KNOW HOW TO WRITE THIS🧍‍♂️

ALSO MY SECOND REQUEST???😭 FREAKING TF OUT LITERALLY TY 🕸️ ANON

I JUST WANNA STATE THAT I HAVE NEVER HAD A DEPRESSIVE EPISODE EVEN THO IM CONSTANTLY SAD SO A LOT OF THINGS MIGHT BE INACCURATE BUT JUST LET ME KNOW IF THIS IS LIKE WRITTEN RLLY BADLY AND ILL TAKE IT DOWN🥴

Warnings-lowercase intended, bad writing and grammar as usual, depression/depressive episode, ooc miguel?, use of the word mijo, forehead kiss👁️

nonverbal/mute reader again (might decide to make this my thing?? bc nonverbal/mute reader fics do be hard to find)(srry if u wanted reader to talk 😬😬😬)

reader uses hq housing as usual🤩(U CANNOT TELL ME THAT HQ HOUSING DOES NOT EXIST I REFUSE TO BELIEVE IT😤)

ALSO MIGUEL AND READER ARE AGAIN IMPLIED TO ALREADY HAVE AN ESTABLISHED PLATONIC/FOUND FAMILY DYNAMIC (sorry for the long intro 🕸️ anon, pls still lob me🥺)(that second part is meant to be funny lol)

it was around 1:00 pm the time you and miguel decided to set up as a designated lunch time as the both of you had not been able to get together because both of your schedules had been busy lately. although you had claimed to have been occupied with missions, he hadn't seen you completing any of those missions. he shrugged it off, thinking that maybe he just was preoccupied with another matter when you had completed your missions. (A/N: miguel i lob u but sometimes ur rlly serving idiot😔)

his oblivious mindset soon turned into worry when it dawned 1:30 and you still had not shown up. "what trouble could that kid possibly have gotten into that made them this late?" he thought to himself. you were usually a punctual person, and often arrived to your lunch meetings with him earlier than he did. as he waited another ten minutes he decided that he needed to take action, it was out of character for you to be this late, especially with your history of punctuality.

miguel headed over to your room at hq housing. in his mind, he thought that it was a possibility that you were just tired and had just layed down for a nap, forgetting about your meet up with him.

as he knocked on your door and patiently waited, he noticed that there was a lack of noise. he knocked on your door, and proceeded to hold his ear up to the door, wanting to confirm the lack of noise. you had naturally always been a quiet person, contrasting with many of the eccentric personalities most spider people had.

miguel felt something odd about the quietness, and decided that he had no choice but to investigate further. surprisingly, the door was locked, despite the fact that you had always locked your door, no matter what. as he entered the room he was met with an unsightly mess.

all of your belongings were strewn across the floor, if he wasnt worried before then he was definitely worried now. your stuffed animals had always been your most prized possessions, he remembered how you always furiously typed about them. hell, he wouldnt be surprised if your stack of communication cards were so thick because you made a special card for each stuffed animal.

as he entered where your bed was located, he noticed an increasing amount of clothing piles, as well as more misplaced stuffed animals, he frowned at this. where could you possibly be? and how could you let your room get this bad? he trudged through the piles of clothes. he looked at your bed, there was nothing there but a lump. he assumed that it was more of your clothes, or maybe your pillows. he was about to back away when he suddenly saw the lump move.

"kid is that you moving right now?" he asked, waiting for a sign of some sort that it was infact you, and not just his imagination. he suddenly heard a tap.

miguel took that as a sign that it was you, "can you please show me that wonderful face of yours?" he asked softly. he wanted to make sure that he wasnt accidentally pressuring you to do anything.

when there was a lack of response he decided to go a slightly different route, "may i flip the sheet over just a bit for you? i want to talk to you face to face." he wasn't really expecting a response, as it seemed like you didn't want to acknowledge him. he was taken aback when you responded with another tap.

he slowly lifted the covers, and was met with your face, but something was off..

you had a dead look in your eyes, they also looked red, as if you had been crying. he gave you a concerned look. if he had known that you were struggling this much he would've visited you sooner.

he ran his fingers through your hair as a form of comfort, attempting to give you some sort of comfort. "im going to try to get you out of this mess, you wont have to worry about being alone anymore, alright?" he watched you as you slowly nodded.

miguel started to get to work on your room. he made sure that all your clean and dirty clothes had been separated accordingly, and had folded all the clean clothes neatly into your drawers, which he had also taken the liberty to organize, he then placed all your stuffed animals in the correct spots that were assigned to each of them, collected your trash, and finally ended with a good scrub. he decided to not only clean your whole bathroom, but also scrubbed down any other hard surfaces that had been covered in grime. (A/n: this might be a bit extreme for just a week but trust me, it doesn't take that long for hard surfaces to get musty)

once every item in your room had been neatly organized and accordingly cleaned he approached you once again. you still had yet to move from your position.

he sat down on your newly cleaned floor, wanting to make sure that he looked less threatening to you, he then spoke up once again, " everything will be fine kid. do you think you could get up?" you slowly nodded.

he helped you slowly stand up and embraced you in a hug. you were caught by surprise, as the only time miguel came in contact with people, it was mostly violent.

after the hug ended he spoke up again, "you're going to take a shower and get dressed, ill wait for you." you slowly nodded once again.

you still felt so much dread, and misery but you wanted to show miguel that you could be strong and that you really did want to get better for him.

you headed to the shower, clothes and towel in hand. you slowly took your clothes off after the water was to your liking and slowly began your shower. you mostly just focused on rinsing your body, the thought of doing your hair seemed as too big of a task for yourself. you finished your shower and dried yourself off, then got dressed.

you then opened the bathroom door, your face meeting miguel's as you gestured to your hair, "you want me to take care of your hair?" you nodded in response to the question.

he knew exactly how to take care of your hair, as he used to take care of gabriellas hair.. he started running the sink, and then grabbed your hair products and a hairbrush. he ran his fingers under the water, "alright, this is going to be weird but i need you to tilt your head, just like you're at the hair salon, it might feel uncomfortable because we don't have a stool but i promise you that you'll feel so much better later." you nodded and placed your head in the sink.

"let me know if it gets too hot." you blinked your eyes in response. he started massaging in your shampoo, after rinsing it out he lightly brushed your hair for a bit, before continuing with conditioner. once he was done with conditioner it was easier for him to brush out your knot's.

once all the knots were properly detangled he turned the sink off and spoke once again, "would you like your hair dried?" you nodded, he grabbed your drier and got to work, making sure every part of your hair dried evenly (if you have curly hair he used the diffuser attachment). after your hair was dried he brushed out your hair once again.

you turned to face him with a soft look in yours eyes. you reminded him of gabby so much that it hurt his heart. he couldn't even imagine his little girl having to go through this by herself. "thank you" you signed.

he felt a pang in his heart, "of course, you know that im always here if you need my help, mijo." he gave you a small forehead kiss.

"we should get some food now, kid." you nodded. he guided you towards the cafeteria that most spider people ate at in the society. you smiled at the miguel themed burger. maybe everything would finally be okay with miguels to support you through your toughest times.

A/N: this might be long and confusing bc im rlly sleep deprived(sorry😔)

ofc theres more to depression but i rlly wanted to at least incorporate some sort of fluff😭

[crazyk-imagine]

Gym Love

Pairing: Frankie "Catfish" Morales x Fem!reader

Characters: Fem!reader, Sister, William "Ironhead" Miller, Benny Miller, Santiago "Pope" Garcia, Frankie "Catfish" Morales

Warnings: Fluff, I wanted my baby frankie to get some love, this was fun, I miss the tf boys, we love single dad frankie, reader loves a man who can take care of a baby, reader hasn't been in a good relationship for a while, people just want to find love alright, will being a girl dad is my fav, will and frankie's girls are besties

Word Count: 1k

A/N: Set two years after Will and your "sister" get together, been married for five months before she got pregnant

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You lean your head closer to her, babbling at her as if she understands you.

Your niece, Anamarie, giggles at your nonsensical words nonetheless.

Your sister walks into the living room, where you two are having play time. “You’re gonna have your hands full tonight.”

You hum and turn towards her, “what do you mean?”

“Will’s buddy needed a babysitter while we head to the party for Benny’s surprise engagement.”

You owlishly blink at her, wondering what the hell she’s talking about and then it clicks. “Right, right. No, yes I do remember. It’s in my calendar. I just- it slipped past me for a second.”

She glances at you worriedly. “Are you sure you’ll be okay? I can tell Will-”

You shake your head, “I got this. These kids will not defeat me.”

“If you’re sure.”

You smile and nod, “I got this.”

Will walks through the door. “Hey baby,” he pecks your sister’s cheek. “I brought your second guest.”

You narrow your eyes at him, “funny. You didn’t tell me your hubby was a comedian.”

Your sister rolls her eyes, crossing her arms. “Where’s her dad?” You ask, as he sets down the car seat.

“Benny needed his help decorating, says he has a better eye for the colors or something. I don’t know. I was barely listening.”

“Such a kind brother you are,” you tease.

He throws a playful glare at you. “Best big brother award going to me this year, right?”

You giggle and adjust your squirmy niece to face her dad. “I don’t think your daddy knows we don’t have those awards… otherwise I would have won them a long time ago.”

Your sister lets out a fake laugh, “har har. Will, we have to go otherwise we’ll be late and Benny will be pi-” She turns to her baby girl. “P-i-s-s-e-d off.”

You lean down, “and that spells-”

Steam nearly shoots out of her ears at your joke. She knows you're joking, she does... but this also her first baby. “Will I can’t-”

He pulls her away from you. “We promised Ben we would. It’s going to be good. We’ll be back before she’s put to bed.”

You turn away from the two, the small ache in your heart returning when you think back to when your last boyfriend looked at you like that, so softly.

They leave after talking and you find yourself alone with the two girls.

“How would you two like an afternoon snack?”

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You put your hands on your hips, staring at the two messy, babbling babies. “I regret everything I said earlier. You two little bugs have defeated me and… my outfit.”

A knock on the door panics you, you realize you can’t stress about it too much about how you look, if whoever at the door judges you, you’ll give them a sassy attitude.

You open the door and find a handsome man standing there.

You owlishly blink before realizing you must look like a creep. “Hi- I’m sorry, who are you?”

He struggles to answer you at first and then a baby cry alarms you.

You bolt back into the kitchen where the girls are, finding baby Isabel crying.

You coo and hold your hands out in front of her to let her choose if she wants to be picked up.

She makes grabby hands for you and you hold her close.

“Wow.”

You spin back, eyes wide at the sight of him.

“She hasn’t cried to be in someone else’s arms since her mother passed.”

Your jaw drops, “you’re Frankie? Oh my god, I’m so sorry. I should- I didn’t realize you were Will’s friend.”

He chuckles, rubbing the back of his neck. “No, no I didn’t properly introduce myself at the door. I would have been alarmed too.”

You let out a relieved chuckle. “Well you’re being too kind now.”

A small sniffle breaks you out of your staring contest, finding his little girl ready to fall asleep on you.

“I’m sorry, she gets real emotional before nap time. Isa, baby?” He calls for her, slowly pulling her from your arms.

You softly smile at the sight before you before a small hand smacking your hand pulls you out of your head.

Anamarie tilts her head, making you wonder if she knows the look she’s giving you is the same look your sister gave you whenever you hid your boyfriends from her while you two were growing up.

You pick her up. “Let’s go clean them up before they take their naps. Snack time turned into a battle zone if you couldn’t tell.”

He chuckles through his nose quietly behind you as you two aim to find their extra clothes.

-

Once you finish button Anamarie’s outfit you lift her into your arms. “So, you two gonna stay for nap time or was this a pick up?”

“I’d hate to pull the girls apart while they’re having fun.”

He knows he’s going to be in for a reap of shit from the guys seeing as he wanted to go home early because of how tired he is… but he can’t help but not want to leave when things have just gotten interesting.

-

You don’t know when you fell asleep but waking up to a good morning text from an unknown number, a blanket over you, and your sister’s smirking is not what you anticipated.

-

You two decide to go out on a date after talking for four months and it’s been an interesting time to say the least.

Especially the surprise visits at work. You never thought being a smoothie girl at your nearby gym was something to look forward to doing but you aren't upset in the least.

Benny always loves acting as if he's your brother, pestering you about his buddy and trying to pull you in headlocks, that you're far too old for.

Will, the best brother in law you could ask for, always pulling Benny away when necessary. But he also gives you the best advice you could ask for, the smoothie counter being the best place for your talks.

Having your brother in law know the owner of the gym definitely has it's perks because you get one extra break if you need to escape for a minute or if you need some comforting after a bad break up.

Thankfully the latter hasn't happened since the Miller's entered yours and your sister's life.

Then Santiago, another nuisciance. You don't know how your best friend can be around him long enough to date him but, who are you to judge. You're just happy he stopped hounding you to get to her.

And then your lover boy, Frankie. He's always so polite when waiting for you to finish with other customers but his smile is the one thing you can't help but look forward to, other than Isa's, of course.

-

Speaking of adorable babies, something you noted since you started dating is that, he never brings her on any of your dates but you always check up on them whenever you get the chance, whether you see him at work or not.

-

A year into your relationship is when things got interesting to say the least.

Baby Isabel called you mama while you and Frankie were cooking dinner one night.

You stare at her shocked and then to Frankie, who is equally, if not more shocked than you. “I’m so-”

“Frank, Frank, baby.” You shush. “Stop, don’t apologize. I,” the corners of your lips twitch out of nervousness. “I’m not upset but I’m scared.”

He furrows his brows, “why are you scared?”

“I- Frank, I’m not trying to, you know, replace her mother but I- I’m,” you sigh.

“I know, mi vida. I know you’re not and I appreciate it but I don’t want you to feel forced into this when you didn’t ask for it.” 

You smile and peck his lips. "I would love it if she called me mama, as long as you're okay with it, of course."

"Guess she's calling you mama," he responds with a soft smile.

-

You're so happy you agreed to watch over the girls that night, otherwise who knows how your life would be now.

[livvyofthelake]

new lost ranking post the hurley episode i watched last night. episode 18? maybe. whatever

1. jack obviously. he’s never getting knocked off the top of the pyramid there’s literally nothing anyone else could do to make me like them more than jack…. nothing this show ever does will ever beat do no harm

2. sayid!!! his swag is like. so unbeatable… he just hits different AND he’s a total hottie too woah… loving his paranoid insane freak arc this season. the writers were like what if we killed his girlfriend and made him act insane. and i’m eating it up actually i mean i wish they hadn’t killed his girlfriend considering that was literally my good friend shannon who i miss deeply. but sayid is NOT moving on and i love it… need me a freak like that sorry

3. claire… maternity leave was HUGE… and that’s my friend belle she always ranks higher than she probably should because she’s my friend belle <3

4. hurleyyyyy :) my special little prince and i mean this… i’m such a hurley girl and yeah sure you can also chalk that up to the fact that hurley is the pet character of eddie and adam and i would love anything eddie and adam did forever and ever except that tron movie i could never quite get through watching. heart! anyway yeah i love hurley he’s my guy… hurley is so. me age 19 but different but the same. wow. if hurley could read some of my notes app poetry from 2020 he’d feel seen in a way that would motivate him to seek professional help. but let’s not get into that

5. ana lucia SORRY. she kinda sucks so fucking bad and yes she killed my beautiful girl shannon but that was only her fault as much as it’s a gun’s fault when someone uses it to kill someone. so i’ve never blamed her for that it’s just a bad situation which she will notttt be coming out on top of 😐. but i think she’s sooo cool in a woman who sucks way… and her cunty 2000s ass outfit is crazy… the black tank top and low rise bootcut jeans and chunky belt and zip up utility vest…. i’d dress up as her for halloween if i was the kind of person who dressed up for halloween or was willing to buy an ugly belt for a one wear costume. also her plot with sayid rn is soooo good they’re looking at each other just two paranoid FREAKS going. you aren’t crazy. and neither am i. let’s fucking kill these Others. it’s sooooo good… and she never makes the same mistake twice…

6. eko my good friend eko…. he’s so…. he’s just so kind… imagine having the patience and compassion to be nice to charlie right now. woah

7. kate. in her flop era rn and it’s DIRE. but we love her this is the highest i can put her right now i’m sorry girl you just can’t beat out eko and hurley and ana etc when you’re acting like this….

8. rose and bernard <3 soooooo excited for them next episode it’s not even funny… that’s literally rose and bernard….

9. libby. category five obsessed with that freak disease! she took one look at that loser hurley and was like he’s so fucking pathetic and weird. and i want him so bad. and i HAVE to respect her game. she said oh yeah i’m gonna talk him back from suicide and then it’s ON…

10. danielle rousseau… she literally slayed the house down in maternity leave… sorry queen for never including you in these lists before now my bad fr!

11. sun <3 she’s so. your girl friend who deserves way better but she’s so happy with her annoying and unlikeable man you can’t even tell her to dump his ass no matter how bad you want to

12. michael… where tf is michael… i miss him :(

13. new guy. i can’t very well call him henry now can i. wtf is his name… kinda like his pathetic gay swag. but he’s sooo annoying 🙄 and frankly i stand with sayid’s paranoid freak ass… but he’s kinda fun to have around i admit! love how he’s always playing mind games!!

14. locke admittedly has been slaying lately but i still think all his backstory episodes are lame and bad and also. as we say. an enemy of jack’s…

15. jin. he like. swings wildly between me hating him so bad i hope he dies and me thinking he’s soooo interesting and compelling and cool. the whole truth was a crazy episode in this way when it started i was like wow he needs to kill himself. and then by the end i was like woah why is he the most interesting man on lost island…. the way he literally can’t talk to anyone but sun as a physical storytelling metaphor for his closed off nature that prevents him from ever being truly known… wowie!

16. charlie. he’s flopping soooo hard this season. remember when charlie used to be a top five character. that’s crazy

17. sawyer. goes without explanation

[multifandomslxt]

Okay, so there is this Asian boy in my class right.

I have the biggest crush on him like I can't even explain it.

so like all I did when he first came was just look at him..from a distance tho

We've spoken a few times and we studied together for finals last semester so we're kind of acquaintances.

Lately, he's been very talkative with me and it's not helping my crush on him at allllll.

The other day I tried blonde braids right? And he was literally gushing over me.... what do I do...is he just being friendly?

sometimes he just stares at me yk...and I'm not the most confident so I start becoming self conscious after awhile

but last week I wore this dress to school right...its kinda like the skims dress and one of my other male friends made a joke about how they could see my rolls and I started to feel insecure.

later I heard that my crush and that friend had an argument about it and he threatened him not to say things like that to me which made me feel really good.

He's always checking in on me and stuff and just like your bf (you guys are so cute btw) he throws a fit when I don't eat.

I really like him and I know that I shouldn't think like this but I'm black...I'm dark-skinned and fat and ik that's not what guys like him usually go for...he's tall, athletic, smart and really fucking hot but what if he's just being friendly or just feels sorry for me?

I'm so scared to approach him....advice?

Sweetheart, first of all, he does not sound like an acquaintance at all.

and secondly love, from one black woman to another I'm telling you right now it's a blessing for others to even be able to look at us...your skin does not define you honestly it does nothing but adds more beauty to you.

So what if you're dark-skinned? so am I and so are many other people. Don't allow others to trick you into thinking your skin is some kind of disadvantage...have you ever seen yourself glow when the sun shines on you? Baby, you are a fucking star.

I know the media is always painting dark skin women as some type of unattractive monster but trust me when I say it's out of jealousy and ignorance...you are not automatically -ed out of being someone's love interest because you're dark skinned and if they do that thank God because you dodged several bullets.

thirdly, being fat and being ugly are two very different things. You have extra flesh okay...and? so, because you have back rolls that makes you unlikeable? NOPE!

girl you better cut that shit out!

I don't know you but I love you and I hate when the people I love talk badly about themselves.

Your body is your temple. Understand me when I tell you your body can hear you...when you think and speak badly of it...it shows.

I wish I was beside you to give you a good smack you need to understand bitches could never be you..they only wish they could.

and to that boy that was running his mouth knock him out nxt time ...actuallyy don't do that. next time just remind him just how much he's unwanted and how unnecessary his entire existence is😊.

fourthly, I think he likes you. and im sure anybody reading this ask agrees right guys?

staring at you?

gushing at your hair? (blond braids on dark skin is superior)

making sure you eat?

always checking in on you?

defending you against that bitch?

he likes tf outta you.

if you're scared to approach him though... just drop subtle hints.

IMO though i think he'll say smt soon.

also, I can't even imagine what he was thinking when he saw you in that dress AGIFGIEFHJOFEFRJ

GIRL HE MUST HAVE BEEN FREAKING THE FUCK OUT!!

ik you ate the fuck up out of that fit.

REMEMBER WHAT I SAID

YOU ARE ABSOLUTELY BEAUTIFUL!!

[zanyana626]

Here are my thoughts on For The Future!

As soon i finished watching the episode, I reblogged a bit then went to bed, but here it is. And yes, there's plenty of spoilers:

No surprises that The Collector went and transformed the Boiling Isles into Weirdmageddon, a la kiddie cosmic style!

Of course, Raine would get flustered over Harpy Eda, who wouldn't?

Poor Hunter, he has every right to be on edge, he just lost his first ever friend and now he has to switch into vengeance mode!

Camila getting used to the Isles, at least she thinks it's not so bad!

Luz, we all make mistakes, no need to keep making yourself miserable so that the others are okay.

Fuck you Belos, you are so dead! And Caleb & the past Golden Guards will drag your moldy ass down with them!

Ofc, The Collector's trying to recreate Luz's adventures (and possibly her life too?)

Sorry Terra, but you had it coming!

New Hexside being used as a safe house & frickin' Man-Tholomule! Also, glad to know Edric & Emira are okay-ish!

Suck it Mamadalia!

Is the scribbled part of the storybook supposed to seal The Collector again or... ???

Why am I NOT surprised that Boscha's leading New Hexside, along with newbies Miki & Roka.

Whew, good to know King, Eda & Lilith are safe for now!

Poor Hooty, hope he & Lulu have a happy reunion in the finale. And Eda sneaking around the castle just to check in on Raine? MY HEART!!!

"I need a new body". Aw shit, here we go again!

Me glaring at Odalia: IT SHOULD'VE BEEN YOU! Seriously, even Belos wanted nothing to do w/her, that's how god awful she is, but WHY RAINE?!?!?! Like they haven't had enough to deal with already!

I KNEW GUS KNEW HUNTER WAS A GRIMWALKER THE WHOLE TIME!!!!!

Willow having a Pink Steven-type breakdown. Sweetie, you're 15, you don't always need to be the voice of reason. You can't fix everyone's problems, w/o acting like your own don't matter. Sometimes, whatever it is that you're feeling, you just gotta let it all out!

HOW TF DID I NOT KNOW IT WAS KIKIMORA & BOSCHA WHO'RE IN CAHOOTS???

Mama Camila knocking "Kiki-miki's" Belos-wannabe punkass out with the bat! She's the best!!!

Boscha, Amity was never happy being a bully, that was all her mom's bidding! Leave her the hell alone and live with it! However, le gasp, exes???

Of course Belos!Raine's gonna trick The Collector!

At least King's trying his best to figure out a way to reason with The Collector and not having to seal the kid again, or worse!

Camila & Luz's heart to heart, hits right in the feels!

The egg has hatched! STRING BEAN, YOU SWEET SNAKEY SNEK SHAPESHIFTER!!!

Hunter & "The Magic of Friendship?" Does this mean thanks to Flapjack, he can use magic like the others now or at least have some kind of Harpy form like Eda? I just want my child to have wings, okay???

HUNTLOW NATION, ALL WE DO IS WIN!!! Now kiss!

Even if Boscha's "just doing it for her teammates", at least she's doing some good... for now!

"I think I wanna play a new game." This kid is crazy jealous of Luz's friendship with King, huh?

So much for a Luz, King, & Eda reunion. Le sigh, I guess good things really do come to those who wait!

And that's that, for now. I'm really upset that the finale's coming up soon, I wished we had more time with these amazing characters but a certain evil corporation (and plenty of other shithole companies lately) has to go and ruin everything! Either way, can't wait to see how it all plays out next time!

[cloveroctobers]

DISTANCE — ARMANDO ARETAS [Summer Prompts]

A/N: I know I’m late to the game (like every thing in life lmao!) and I actually got around to watching bad boys FL + ride or die and am I folding for another fine ass man? Absolutely. So here’s me dipping my toe in writing for Mr. Armando 😏 Hopefully we don’t flop! My plan is to just slide into this although the heatwave is frying tf out of my brain so we’ll see how this turns out. Anyways, happy reading!

WARNINGS: established past with reader! Some toxicity + language ofc & slightly angsty? I’ve had experience with a Pisces man before so I know what y’all are 👀!!

PROMPTS ARE FROM HERE + HERE & I’m using: “move, you’re on my side of the couch.” + Doing some outdoor thing like watering plants shirtless and the neighbor ogling

<- read my previous summer anthology writings here.

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~PANAMA, four months after R.O.D…]

The chaise part to your three-piece sectional was providing great comfort to the lower half of your body. You’re stretched out, the back of your hand pats at the specs of sweat that formed against your forehead after being outside for only ten minutes. If the fatigue didn’t hit you so fast, you would have carried on to the kitchen (for some water) thats to the right of the living room and it really wasn’t far.

However you knew how to listen to your body.

And your body said you needed to sit that ass down to prepare for the thunder that was rumbling.

Considering that you did overtime last night, those hours had your legs, feet, and even your ass sore from all that standing but yet you still found yourself waking up early to water your plants out on the balcony. That Panama heat told your ass pretty quickly and this is why you’re laid out now trying to catch your breath.

You were born in Panama City but lived in Mexico while also traveling back and forth to Tallahassee where your family resided. That went on up until you reached twenty-four while always keeping that passport stamped thanks to your job. It was something you aways wanted, not being confined to one space but at one point in your life in Mexico City you were completely fine staying put.

“move, you’re on my side of the couch.” A kick to the underside of your foot is followed right after those words, which gets you to pay attention to something other than burning to a crisp.

Blinking, your eyes settle on your long term friend? Lover? Situationship? He’s standing off to the side of the couch, shirt draped across his bare shoulder but you keep your eyes on his face.

“Oh, I’m sorry…did you pay for this couch?” You question as you point to the object you’re comfortable on.

You almost forgot that he was still here. He came to you at a late hour like shit was all sweet. It’s been awhile since the two of you last held a conversation, you been left Mexico City a few years back being exhausted with Armando and his mother’s mind games and it wasn’t on the best of terms. Although you tried your best to cut Armando off, you aways knew that he would be able to find you and that he would also always find some way to get back to you.

Traveling all over Panama four years ago to start over didn’t exactly feel like that. There were a few moments where you tried to get under to get over but somehow that still left you feeling empty or ghosted which let you know it always came back to Armando. See a man who had pull like that should always be a red flag but unfortunately for you, you got to see what was beyond surface level.

Which is why you let him in again, (despite horns going off in your head) learning more about the kind of shit he got into. None of it surprised you but it also made you want to knock some sense into him. Last you knew Armando was locked up (the way you cussed him out when you accepted the call, he wouldn’t forget!) and you knew the law would never free him that quick. You saw more of his wounds and knew what kept him up at night so yeah…you were still a fool for Armando Aretas—technically Lowrey but that was a sore subject—you can admit that.

“I could if I wanted to but Italian furniture isn’t my style.” He says gripping your ankle to toss to the side as he plops down beside you on the chaise, aware that you weren’t going to move so he did the honors himself.

You lean away some in annoyance as he’s practically sitting on you, just as sweaty as you but somehow manages to still smell fresh like sea salt and oakmoss, thigh to thigh as he clasped his hands behind his head and kicks his feet up with his sneakers still on. You’re side eyeing him and he can feel that, which makes him slowly set his dark eyes on you. Armando has no shame while his eyes move to settle on your chest, with you in a bra and some cherry printed lounge shorts.

It’s not anything he hasn’t seen before but that doesn’t stop you from reaching two fingers out to push his face by the jaw to look elsewhere.

Armando allows your touch, a faint dimple appearing on his left cheek from being caught before easing into what he feels he should say, “I ran into your amigo down at the gym.”

“Yeah? Which one?” You’re fanning at your face, peering up at the AC that’s on the wall above the couch to make sure that it is in fact on, before lolling your head to meet Armando’s awaiting eyes.

“You know the one.” He answers with a sly smirk, “The guy with the shitty haircut? The one who wants to fuck you?”

Your eyes clench as you exhale, knowing exactly who Armando was talking about. How could you not? Irving was his name and he lived in the building right across the street on the same floor as you. He was nice and all with your interactions feeling more friendly than anything on your part so you figured focusing on yourself for a bit was the best way to go.

Honestly you weren’t sure if serious dating was in the cards for you at this time and you were learning to be okay with that.

“What did you do, Arman?”

He blinks the furrow of his brows away as he bluntly replies, “What makes you think I’ve done something?”

Sharply exhaling you reach over to yank at his wrist to get a good look at his fist but he shoves you back into the couch by his forearm, holding you in place, “I caught him looking at pictures he took of you this morning, out on that balcony dressed exactly like this. I had to teach him a thing about consent.”

“Arman…you’re supposed to be laying low and you think swinging on somebody is doing that?” You maneuver your knees in between you two, ready to shove him off.

With just one hand he’s wrestling your knees away as well while he grits into your face, “I’m not apologizing for that mami and I told him if I catch him with his curtains open again, he’s gonna get more than just my hands.”

“Listen to yourself!” You huff with wide eyes, “What gives you the right?”

He frowns above you, “What?”

“You shouldn’t be acting like you care so much when you’ve been fucking his sister Irma not long after you got here!” You exclaim leaving Armando in shock that you knew and loosens his grip which is enough for you to finish with, “get off me.”

You’re sitting up now as Armando is soaking in your words. Irving and Irma seemed to be well liked in this part of town with Irving having a successful beisbol career and Irma owning an essential oil shop in town. It wasn’t a matter of competition at all—although you were sure Armando would probably enjoy that—you all did well for yourselves and Irma seemed likable. The two of you mostly saw each other in passing out in town since it felt like she always had somewhere to be. However that appeared to slow down just a tad once Irma met Armando.

It was a bad move on her part, take it from you but it was frustrating having Armando look out for you when you’ve been doing it yourself for the longest. Not only that, his emotions were all over the place and he has Isabel to thank for that. There was a romantic relationship that formed not long after becoming friends at eighteen. Being in love at eighteen becomes completely different once you carry over into your twenties and the meddling from his scheming mother became emotionally draining for you as well.

When there was conflict that’s when the passive behavior came out and Armando always felt like he had bigger problems than the pettiness that occurred in your relationship, which was double the hurt. One day you realized leaving was the better option. So you thought because one thing about Armando? He would always find a way in. You didn’t even know what to label your relationship to this day because you never gave the title of being each others significant back then but you knew the potential of what it could be. The shame tried to hit you which was reminiscent to the tiny piece of hope that entered your body days after Armando decided he would stay at your apartment. Hope was just as dangerous as Armando. The idea that the both of you could start fresh although he was practically in hiding was not something you should play with.

So you wouldn’t.

“Why are you worried about any of that when we don’t know what else he’s got of you in his place?”

The deflection was crazy work!

The sarcasm escaped with your sigh, “Hopefully he gets rid of it now after you possibly rearranged his face.”

Armando rolls his eyes, “you’re too calm about this for me.”

“I’ve had great practice.”

Armando deeply inhaled while rubbing at his tense jaw, “I don’t know what you expect from me here.”

He claimed that he just wanted you to be happy the day that you left but he’s seen the shift in you since he’s been here over these past few months. He didn’t like that he may be the cause of it but he also couldn’t let you go. You were so important to him. You were the only person in his life that he could trust and that said a lot. He knew he was in love with you and not Irma, the sex was meaningless and proved that, which he’s come to terms with and she agreed to call it quits.

That part you didn’t know.

“Nothing at all. You’re just someone passing through.” You push off the couch, ready to cross by him but he’s grabbing your hand now.

Both of your eyes connect, “don’t say that shit to me. We both know what this is isn’t just temporary, never has been. We’ve been locked in.”

“If you’re going to keep acting up like this, you’re gonna have to find a new place to crash since you’re so resourceful.” You state as you hold his stare, “You don’t have to be what Isabel trained you to be anymore, Arman. You can just be, live the way you want and the sooner you realize that—

“And what exactly do you think that should look like, huh?” He cuts you off, “I was a damn prison baby and actually spent time there. My life isn’t meant to be some stable slower lifestyle that you have going on here.”

You give a small smile at how far gone he was, reaching out to caress Armando’s cheek. He wants to dodge your touch this time, feeling that you were almost pitying him but somewhere in his heart he felt that wasn’t true. It was funny that he was saying this while being here for four months, he looked adjusted to the lifestyle here to you. Even taking the time to figure out how he was going to get some income while in hiding and even got himself a fake id. He didn’t think he could live regular because that wasn’t what he was used to.

“If that’s not what you want then who am I stop you? You can leave whenever you want, matter of fact why not tonight? I’m sure the feds are still looking for you anyway.” You let your hand drop from his cheek, stepping away from him to head down the hall.

He’s hot on your trail, following you to the extra bedroom that contains a daybed that he’s been sleeping on. You’re going through the drawers while you’re pulling out his clothes as he questions you, “what’re you doing?”

“I don’t need to keep doing this with you. I left Mexico City for a reason, to get away from your ass and you keep on coming back. Why?!”

Armando is watching you as you bunch up a shirt, “that’s my shirt you’re wrinkling.”

“Well maybe you can fuck off and hide in a clothing store instead, that way all the clothes will be hanging up for you so you won’t have to worry about that.” You toss it right at his face, but he catches it followed by a glare.

You scowl before you whip back around to continue tossing more clothes onto the daybed. It’s not long before you feel Armando lock his arms around you, to stop your movements.

Freezing up in Armando’s arms you steady your breathing to calm yourself down and not because he had a hold on you. “I never once said that I didn’t want you or us.”

“…Your mother said I would never be the right one for you.”

It was still hard for you to let that go and it’s been years but hey, you’re only human!

“Well…she’s a liar and she’s dead now so I don’t think her words really matter much.”

You turn to face Armando, so that you can look him in the eye when he talks. It was harsh of him to say this and you knew how much he’s grown to value the opinion of his late mother but you also knew how much self-doubt she secretly instilled in him too. He hid it well. Now he had to deal with that on his own. That was going to take a lifetime of healing, this you knew but you were willing to love him through it and it took your own time to realize that maybe that needed to be from a distance permanently.

It’s Armando’s turn to cup your face, holding your chin he tells you, “you’re the only person I’ve ever felt safe with and the only person to hold me down miles away even when we weren’t on speaking terms. I can always count on you to not ever let shit slide.”

The small laughter you both share fights against the tension in the room.

He breathes, “Mami—

“I know what you’re going to say because I’ve heard it all before.” You assert, “I’ve known you for ten years. That’s a long time to get to know someone, you know? I’ll always be your safe space but I can’t keep waiting for something that you’re not a hundred percent about.”

Armando licks his bottom lip, letting his hand slip from your face while he takes in what you’re saying to him. “I’m…if I wasn’t a hundred about you I wouldn’t have stayed…leaving is usually my thing but you beat me to it the first time and I wouldn’t have constantly checked up on you without you even knowing. I didn’t hear you then, that’s my fuck up but I’m listening and…maybe the time is now?”

“What’re you saying, Arman?”

He curses in Spanish while scratching at his brow in thought. Was he really about to say this? “…We can try and I can’t promise it’ll be perfect but I have a feeling it’ll be worth it.”

The room is quiet and Armando can hear his own heartbeat drumming in his ears, which is just like the times he’s been shot. It’s anxiety driven as he’s watching your face for any clues before you respond. You don’t give anything away and usually he’s the better one at playing stone face but he’s in your territory now.

“…you’re soft.”

“Huh?” Armando dips his head, trying to catch your eyes and make sure he’s heard you right.

“I said, you’ve gone soft on me and it’s surprising to see.” You slowly say as Armando tightens his glance, “look at that.”

He doesn’t need to hear anymore, yanking at the waistband of your shorts to pull you flesh against his body. “I’ll show you…if you let me.”

Armando watches you as you swallow, hands steadying against his chest while he holds onto your hips. When you gently place your forehead against his, he breathes you in before shifting to press a tender kiss to the side of your neck. His tongue briefly brushed against your skin as he goes in for another, open mouthed before you pull his lips right to yours.

A mutual sigh escapes both of your locked lips but your shoulders are still hunched in caution. Armando squeezes your back while trailing his tongue along the outline of your bottom lip, asking to be invited. Once he’s in, he wastes no time lifting your legs to wrap around his waist, making his way out of the room and to the shower.

He was going to show you why the distance was no longer needed.

Unknown to Armando, you had already made up your mind before the soft provoking…you just hoped while you lay awake against his back while he’s sleeping that you don’t change your mind.

You were no longer that eighteen year old or even that twenty-four year old.

Time was always telling.

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[killingsboys]

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[honeylovecult]

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[dippindaz]

THANK YOU FOR WRITING ABOUT DAD GRABBER I’ve honestly requested this so many times from so many people and I never get any response?? but yet he is constantly written as never using protection or having a breeding king?? you wrote him so well here. i feel like if anything a kid would definitely knock some sense into him. Anyways well done! Maybe more dad grabber head cannons if you like. My daddy issues were going crazy. Definitely enjoyed it. Much 🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤

A/N: Oh he definitely wouldn’t use protection imo lmao, idk how apparent his breeding kink would be until after he had one kid though. Just little differences with headcanons though :) I’m really happy you liked it I wasn’t very proud of them ngl! I hope you enjoy these as well 🥰 Also sorry these are a bit short!

The Grabber as a dad

You can find part 1 here

Warnings: pregnant reader, brief mentions of sex and foreplay but nothing crazy, him being overprotective,

Al never imagined having kids but when he found out you were pregnant he seem to have a gender preference.

Though he lowkey was scared of having a girl because he felt he’d understand a boy better.

But he was also scared of having a boy because well, he worries about someone like him taking his boy away.

Ok he’s just scared in general. What if the kid doesn’t like him? What he hurts the kid? I mean, this a human life and thoughts and needs and emotions, is supposed to just not be scared?!

As I said in the first part of grabber headcanons it takes a lot of convincing to get to hold the baby once it’s born. However when you finally do, he never lets go.

If your breast feed he always wants to be there, just to get to spend more time with the baby and keep an eye on both of you. If you prefer he’s not there though he won’t fight you, he’ll give you the space you need. (He learned the heard way when he was trying to baby tf out of you while you were pregnant)

If you give the baby formula or any other method of feeding he always requests to be the one to do it.

Literally, if he didn’t have to work he would be a stay at home dad and he would be so happy and proud to be one he’d probably get a shirt made.

Unfortunately, he does work. He does it so he can provide and protect you and now your baby.

He’s the overprotective dad. Not so bad that he snoops through all your kids stuff and doesn’t let them have a life, he just wants to make sure they’re safe.

He 100% doesn’t let them go out alone or stay home alone until they’re like late teens. Even if they go out alone he has to know where they’ll be and who they’ll be with and about when they’ll be home.

It sounds like an interrogation when both him and the kid are having a bad day.

He tries to be nice about it though. He doesn’t want this information because he distrusts your kid, he wants it because he doesn’t trust people.

He knows just how ugly humans can be. He knows just how hurtful they can be. All he wants is for his family to be safe and happy.

If you ever brought up the possibility of another baby he’d be a little conflicted at first.

The first one wasn’t easy but what if this one was even harder? And doing that toddler phase again oh dear someone help him.

But after seeing your child happy or after seeing something cute they did or even if they say and rested their head on him, he would tell you that night in bed he wanted another baby.

So, now it’s up to you if you want another one or not.

He’d never force you and he wouldn’t be disappointed or upset if you didn’t want another child, he might be bummed for a small amount of time and then everything would be back to normal.

If you did want another child, he’s gonna be on you like a fly to a pile of shit.

I mean it. Whenever you two are alone, oh look at that it’s quickie time. At night when you get bed, oh wow it’s time again!

It’s not rushed though for the pure purpose of baby creation, that’s the goal yes but he listens to you. He’ll drag it out or slows it up depending on what you want. There’s still plenty of foreplay too, don’t worry.

With this second baby I think he isn’t the cliche of the parent being more lenient with the second child. He’s just as protective and caring with them as he is the first.

I feel like he’s really good at being fair to the kids as well. Regardless of age difference with your kids he doesn’t baby one or the other more.

He very much so does not have a favorite. He loves both of his kids and has never even thought about if he loved one more than the other. The idea seems preposterous to him.

I feel like by the time you have a second baby or could have had a second baby he completely trusts you. Like you could go outside and talk to the neighbors if you wanted too.

So if you wanted a job you could get one.

If you chose to get a job and it paid well enough to support the family he’s quitting his ASAP and making his dreams of being a stay at home dad come true.

Now all he talks about is getting a shirt made that says “proud stay at home dad”

Your kid(s) make him one or buy him one for Father’s Day but instead did “proud” it says “best”

He cries.

He cries more once you and him are in bed getting ready to sleep.

“It was so sweet of them 🥺🥺”

Literally he will not let go of it. That was essentially a core memory.

It is now his favorite shirt and he’ll wear it even if he gets a job again.

He will wear it to the job just to try and flex his kids on his coworkers

He’s super proud of his kids even if they’re mediocre🥰 (not that they are mediocre just saying, he literally thinks they’re perfect regardless)

Once again I say, an overall great dad. A bit overprotective and competitive with your kids but a caring father.

[honey-milk-depresso]

Octavinelle cute s/o who’s a feral driver

Finishing drafts :PP 

**Notes: All characters are grown up to legally drive, domestic life with the Octatrio individually, fluff, crack, slight cussing

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Azul Ashengrotto

Azul loves you with his heart really.

You’re his adorable lover and now that he’s married with you,

it feels like a dream come true knowing you’re under the same roof as him, as two lovers together.

You’ve always been someone kind and caring,

and you’re so gentle and patient with him,

even with the whole contracts problem, you forgave him and still continue to love him octopus or not.

You told him he’s Azul and you only love Azul.

So-

Imagine him,

rushing to work,

he asks you to drive and-

“FCKING BITCH- MOVE ASIDE YOU FCKS- MY HUSBAND IS GONNA BE LATE FOR WORK BECAUSE OF YOU DUMBFCKS-”

He was so shock.

Like-

What happened to his kind and gentle s/o???

WTF IS GOING ON-

As he sees you continuously spitting out cusses at the other drivers during the rush hour, sticking out the middle finger at them and honking super aggressively-

He- he doesn’t know wtf happened to you- it’s like you’re an entirely new person.

Once you dropped you off at work, you smiled warmly at him and wished him a good day while apologising to Azul hearing you... um... get angry at some of the troublesome drivers- he waved it off and kissed your forehead, though he’s still quite shaken by your sudden shift of attitude.

Azul still might feel a little shaken by your feral driver side, by he still loves you and he still treats you like the love of his life <3

But- remind him never to make you pissed-

Jade Leech

You are his precious pearl,

and kind and gentle soul harbours in your heart that you share willingly to him,

and he shares his willingly with you.

Even after so many years, you have stayed together,

and being married to you has been something he truly never regrets.

Just living with you in a simple house,

growing and loving mushrooms with you.

And he thinks you’re quite a gentle person, you don’t really get mad most of the time.

Well, not at him at least-

So when he needed a lift from work

to get back home-

you offered to pick him up-

and-

like-

*aggressive car honking* “FCKING MOVE BASTARD- DINNER IS GONNA BE FCKING COLD AND I HAVE TO COOK IT AGAIN YOU BITCHES- DO YOU WANT MY HUSBAND TO STARVE YOU MOTHERFCKERS?? THEN WHY DON’T YOU-”

Stares at you with wide eyes.

He’s.... somehow pleasantly surprised??

He’d never expected you to become so... aggressive when you’re angered by something like traffic jams.

How amusing.

He grin at the other people who seemed to get their tongues caught at how angry you were at them, and glared at others while also sharply slamming his hand on the car horn, as you cussed at the person who almost knocked into you.

Ah, what a nice and refreshing day with the love of his life <3

Floyd Leech

Shrimpy being his lover and now as a married couple!

He still treats you like how he was with you back in NRC; like as if you two were dating again.

Floyd honestly thinks you’re so adorable,

and just a side note-

Floyd loves hugging you from behind and laying his forehead on your shoulder, asking what you’re doing today.

OIKJDBJKDHJD I’M SORRY TODAY IS FLOYD SIMPING DAY DJHUDGJHGDHGDHGDHGD-

AHWAWWAWAWAWA- I WANT TO HUG HIM TOO-BVSHVS

Floyd never really thought much about you being-

like-

f e r a l-

But-

the time when you drove him back home-

and-

you know-

“FCKING-” *aggressive car honking* “YOU BITCHES ARE STUPID OR WHAT- YOU’RE TURNING INTO MY LANE AND ALMOST FCKING KILLED US YOU MOTHERFCKS, DUMBSHITS, MY HUSBAND AND I NEED TO GET BACK FOR DINNER- WHO TF DO YOU THINK YOU ARE, FCKING DUMBASSES-”

Oh

my

sevens-

this-

is-

B E A U T I F U L-

He’s surprised, but he joins in lmao-

“YEAH, YOU SHITS- MOVE-”

Cussing together, but started laughing by how stupid you guys are and how stupid the drivers are as well.

All feral road rage quits seemed to die out as you both laugh by how coordinated you guys were.

You’re feral side is sure something he’ll remember <3 do it again to that driver-

reblogs help! ^^

[letstalkaboutfandomsbaby]

If you write for Sukuna, I need head anons of him falling in love with a chubby reader. Either Canon Sukuna or fanon Sukuna, either works

Babe, i am so sorry but i went a little hogwild and wrote a novel instead of just a couple of headcanons, pls forgive me for how much you'll have to read 😔🙏 anyways, we're gonna do modern au Sukuna bc although i love that canon genocidal freak of nature, i have an idea and i wanna write about it. Also Sukuna is pretty ooc in this but ykw idgaf, i liked writing him this way sksksk

Word count: 6,826 (im so sorry, pls forgive me sksksk)

CW: chubby fem reader (ofc aldjakdj), modern au Sukuna, smut, use of the words "daddy" and "bunny", use of the word "fat" in a nonderogatory way, not beta read bc this shit is too damn long

Okie dokie artichoky skskks, lemme set the scene for yall

You're a curvy, gorgeous, hardworking woman getting your bachelor's degree and you are 💫FABULOUS💫

You live off campus bc it's cheaper than a dorm. Yea, it's kind of a crummy apartment and one time a mouse crawled under your door but you're stubborn and don't wanna spend a bunch of money

You live at the end of the hall, and for two years no one has lived next door to you, and you were happy with that

Then that all changed when Ryomen Sukuna, an up-and-coming MMA fighter, moved in next door

The first time yall met was when you woke up to hearing him fucking some girl on the other side of your wall

So obvs you go over to his apartment and angrily knock on his door bc wtf dude i'm trynna sleep over here, what kinda asshole makes this much noise this late at night 😤

Ok but when he answered the door, you really didn't expect him to look like THAT

Modern au MMA fighter Sukuna is about 6'3", has pink hair, body and face tattoos, his ears pierced, oh god and he's jacked just built like a fucking god and he absolutely towers over you—

"You here to join or what?" oh FUCK his voice is deep too wtf yall what the FU—

wait

what did he say??

This bitch straight up starts flirting with you while his side chick is waitin for him back in his bed and you're just ??????? HUH????

You're super flustered but politely ask him to quiet down bc you're trying to sleep and he's making too much noise

And this mothafucka SMIRKS and says, "Sure, bunny, I can quiet down for ya. Not sure if she can, but I'm sure I can give her somethin else to do with her mouth."

If you could turn pure scarlet you definitely would bc you are currently losing your shit wtf why is he talking to you like this who tf is this guy—

Anyways, you stutter out a thank you and hurry back to your apartment, pretending like you don't hear him let out the sexiest chuckle you've ever heard behind you

He's kind of a menace after that. He's not the worst neighbor you could have, like he did quiet down after you asked, but then he just brought another girl home the next weekend and was just as loud so you had to go ask him to shut up again 🙄

Oh, and don't worry, he does that again. And again. And again, for five weeks in a row jesus christ, how many girls actually wanna fuck this dude wth?

But it doesn't stop there. No, this dude also insists on bothering you whenever you're home. Doesn't matter if you're just relaxing or studying, he'll knock on your door and interrupt you with some stupid shit

His go-to line is "can I borrow some milk?" which come on dude who tf drinks milk anymore, like I can't even finish a carton of oatmilk on my own and you're out here bothering your neighbors for some?

BUT ANYWAYS you get him some milk while he watches you from your doorway, leaning against the doorframe and eyeing you up and down until you bring a cup of milk to him

"Thanks, bunny. I'll have to return the favor sometime; maybe give you some milk of my own ;)" MAAAAAAN, IF YOU DON'T TAKE YOUR FUCKIN GLASS O' MILK AND LEAVE—

You hate that he flirts with you, you know he's a player, he's got fuckboy written all over him so you know he aint bein sincere when he flirts with you, so why the FUCK does your dumbass heart start to race every time this motherfucker shows up shirtless at your door?!

Sorry, got a lil angry there sksksk

Anyways, Sukuna flirts with you too damn much and you know he's just flirting for fun and doesn't mean any of it so you're pretty sick and tired of his antics

But the truth is that Sukuna actually is attracted to you, even if it's just in a shallow way

Tbh he's never fucked a curvy woman before and he's intrigued with how it would feel

He's curious about what it'd be like to fuck your tits or your thighs, or how you'd look folded in half and drunk off his cock

Surprise surprise, Ryomen likes rough sex and he really wants to be rough with you 🥴

I'm talking slapping your ass, tits and thighs, pulling your hair, fucking your face, choking you, spitting in your mouth. Mans literally wants to beat you up which?? you good dude? you need somebody to talk to because your kinks make me think that you need therapy sksksk

But since you're not used to big buff guys wanting to have sex with you and flirting 24/7, you don't see him as anything but an annoying playboy who just flirts with you bc he's bored and has nothing better to do

You avoid him whenever you can, but he always seems to show up, whether it's at your door or by the mailboxes, and you wonder if you're gonna have to spend the rest of college like this

But then, one day, he stops showing up around you

You expect to hear him fucking someone new that Saturday night, but you don't hear anything and actually have a good night's sleep for once

You expect to see him the next morning when he comes by for some milk ("Gotta have somethin nutritious after that workout last night ;)"), but he doesn't show up

It's Wednesday now and at this point you're kinda concerned, like did he die? Wtf happened to him?

Yk he's an MMA fighter, so you decide to look him up on the internet; maybe you'll find answers there?? It's better than sitting around and asking "what if" questions all day

First link that comes up is to a video showing Sukuna getting knocked tf out in his latest fight. You watch the aftermath of the fight, a hand over your mouth as you see blood drip out of his mouth, his face already swelling as the announcers comment on the fight

Ok, that's it, you're gonna go check on him.

Yes he's annoying and stupid and you've lost a lot of milk thanks to that asshole, but you're still worried about him and wanna make sure he's doing ok bc you're a good person

So you go to his apartment that evening and hesitantly knock on his door

He opens the door a minute or two later, and tbh he looks like shit. His jaw is definitely broken, exceptionally swollen on the left side where he got hit a couple nights before, and he looks super tired

"Need sumthin bunny?" he mumbles, barely able to move his mouth due to his broken jaw

"Are... are you doing alright? I saw your last fight and... I just wanted to make sure you were okay..."

Ryomen shrugs, "Yea, I mean... could be worse..."

The two of you stand there awkwardly, not sure what to say in this situation

"Are you... sure you're okay? Are you sleeping alright? Are you getting enough to eat?"

"I mean," he starts, rubbing the back of his neck, "I'm drinkin protein shakes..."

Ok, you don't know what it was about the whole situation, but you could feel your motherly instincts kicking in and you just had the strongest urge to take care of him bc clearly he isn't taking care of himself

Long story short, you insist on cooking meals that are nutritious and pureed so that Sukuna eats some real food while he's healing

Cue you inviting forcing him to come over so you can make him some food and make sure he eats

He tells you that you don't have to do anything for him but you're stubborn as hell so once you've set your mind on something, you're not gonna change it sksksk

He tries to flirt with you and lighten the mood like he usually does, but tbh he just feels so exhausted and shitty that he can't keep up his playful attitude

He kinda just crashes on your couch while you make him some dinner and begrudgingly drinks the blended soup you made with a straw

You do this for him at least four nights a week, bringing him over to your place and sending him home with enough leftovers for at least lunch the next day

It becomes a new routine for the two of you: him coming over and chatting while you made him dinner, then watching a movie or two before he went back to his place

You start to learn that there's more to this guy than you once thought!

He's not just some annoying flirt who fucks a new woman every weak; he's actually pretty down to earth

Turns out that his upbringing wasn't the best: he was raised by a single mom and he didn't have a lot growing up

He was a delinquent in school, and he got into way too many fights. He eventually started fighting for money in high school, and he was scouted when he was 17

He got a manager and a trainer and within a year he was fighting professionally. He got his tattoos and piercings once he turned 18, wanting to stand out in the ring, and it's definitely worked! A lot of fans like him for his style more than his fighting ability

He earns a lot of money fighting, upwards of $50,000 per appearance, but he doesn't like to spend very much. He's put most of his money into savings and stocks so that he can live comfortably when he's a bit older

Fun fact: he invested in bitcoin when it was worth less than $500, and he got hella cash when the stocks skyrocketed, and then he sold his stocks and ran off with the money sksksks

Anyways, he's well off, but bc he prefers saving money and investing, he lives as cheaply as possible (hence the fact that he now lives in your shitty apartment complex)

Sukuna also starts to learn a lot about you!!

He learns about your interests, the degree you're studying, your taste in movies, and the more he learns about you, the more he realizes that you're not just a pretty face that he wants to pump and dump

And so, Ryomen's crush on you begins when he's healing from his last fight, coming over almost nightly to eat with you or even just to talk

Now, Sukuna doesn't know how to process his emotions at first

Tbh, the first time he realizes that he feels differently about you is when he finally gets the energy to masturbate again

He's masturbated to the thought of you before, fantasizing about all the nasty things he wants to do to you in bed, but those thoughts don't get him off this time

No, this time he keeps thinking about how gentle you are with him since he's injured, being so sweet and kind to him while he heals

He thinks about your pretty smile and the way your round cheeks puff up when you grin, how your hands move when you cook, how your laughter rings like windchimes while you watch a comedy together

And suddenly he's imagining that he invites you over once he's healed, either ordering an expensive meal or cooking something special for you as a way of thanks

He thinks about eating with you, bonding with you, letting his knuckles graze your cheek and jaw before he tilts your head towards his and kisses you oh so gently

He's been with plenty of women before, and he's always been rough with them, pretty much using them for his pleasure, not really thinking about their desires

But you're different from all of them, and he wants to treat you differently too

He wants to guide you to his bedroom and lay you down, kissing along your thighs and up to your sex

He wants to taste you, to lick along those chubby pussy lips and suck your cute clit into his mouth and he wants to hear you moan and feel your soft hands grasping at his hair and pulling him closer, suffocating him in the best way possible

He wants to slide his cock into you slowly, thumbing your clit the entire time, feeling you spasm gently on his cock once he's balls deep inside you

He wants to feel those plush thighs wrap around his waist, ankles locking under his ass and keeping his thrusts shallow, your arms holding him against you, letting him feel your heart beat rapidly next to his

He wants to touch and kiss every inch of you, hearing you whimper and whine with each squeeze, his name falling from those pretty plump lips of yours before he goes in for a kiss—

Ryomen realizes near the end of his recovery that he's fucked

What's he going to do once he's healed? Ask you out? You ignored his advances before his injury, why would you suddenly accept them? The two of you have gotten close enough that you consider each other friends; he doesn't want to ruin that when he's almost certain you wouldn't reciprocate his feelings

Basically, even though he's crushing on you hard and wants nothing more than to make you his, he worries that you won't feel the same and it'll ruin the friendship you've created

No, he can't let that happen. He's rather suffer by your side than lose you altogether, so he keeps his mouth shut and enjoys his time with you, not uttering a word about his newfound feelings

Two months have passed and Sukuna is finally all healed up and ready to fight again

You're prepared to be woken up that Saturday by him fucking some girl, but surprisingly, that doesn't happen

You check the internet to see if he had a fight, which he did, so you were confused why he hadn't brought home one of his fans

Well, maybe he's just too tired this week. He'll probably bring someone home the next week or the week after that, but that doesn't happen

It's been a month since he's healed up and you know for a fact that he's had at least three fights since then, so why hasn't he had victory sex? I mean, he used to do that all the time, why has he suddenly stopped? Did his recovery mess with his libido or something?

Now during this time, Ryomen has continued to be friendly towards you. He's not flirting like he used to; he's treating you with respect and his actions and words seem genuine

The two of you got so used to your routine while he was healing that you decided to hang out in the evenings during the week

Ryo always comes over to your place (he doesn't have a proper couch; he's got a beanbag chair and that's it), either bringing food with him or helping you cook

You alternate who chooses the movie and you just chill with each other, enjoying each other's company in a way that you never in a million years would've imagined happening

He's become... softer with you. You're not sure how to explain it, but before he got hurt, he was all smirky and teasing and unpredictable, but now he's gentler, his flirtatious smirk almost nonexistent at this point

His eyes were softer too; before they had some bite to them, something mischievous, but now they're relaxed and focused, and you start to wonder if his eyes were always that pretty or if something changed along the way—

Oh shit

Ok so maybe you've grown more attached to Sukuna than you originally thought, but who can blame you? It's the Florence Nightingale effect, it's a very common occurrence so it's not like you're alone in how you feel

But how do you feel? Do you like him? Bc for the longest time he was just your annoying neighbor and you avoided him like the plague, so what changed? Was it bc you helped take care of him? Was it bc you got to know him?

There were too many variables for you to pinpoint the exact reason why you started feeling differently about him

All that you knew was that he was nicer now and you actually enjoyed having him around and you wondered if his hair was as soft as it looked—

"Why are you touching my hair, bunny?"

Shit, you didn't realize you had reached out to touch him. You pulled your hand back, curling into yourself on the couch and looking back at the TV

"Sorry. I was just thinking."

Sukuna tilted his head back onto the couch cushions, looking up at you from his spot on the floor

"Bout what? Wonderin if my hair is greasy or somethin?"

You giggle at that, and Ryomen can feel his heart pounding against his ribcage

"No, dummy. Just... I don't know, I was just thinking about your hair, like... like how often you dye it and stuff."

He feels like you're lying but he's not completely sure. He shrugs and looks back at the TV

"Well, I get it done every month or so. I got a personal stylist for photoshoots and shit and she usually does it before a promo for a big fight."

You hum in acknowledgement, barely listening to him. You're still staring at his pink strands, wondering what they look like when they're not gelled back, maybe after a long hot shower after a grisly fight

"You can... you can touch my hair, if ya want. It doesn't bother me."

You feel your face burn, and for a moment you wonder if he can read your mind. You hesitantly reach out again, combing your fingers through his hair, hearing him sigh softly at the contact

It's nice, petting his hair like this, scratching along his scalp and twirling his hair around your fingers. You swear you can hear him moan softly at your touch, leaning into it and following your hand for more.

"You're like a cat," you mumbled, your index finger lightly grazing the nape of his neck, making him shiver. "You act all big and tough and hiss, but once you get a little affection you turn into a little kitten."

"Excuse you," he retorts, arching his brow at you, "but I am not a kitten. If anything I'm a wolf."

You snicker. "Oh yeah? What makes you a wolf?"

"Well, I'm big and strong and protect those I care about—

"—and you turn into a big puppydog when people love on you."

"AYYO, SHUT YER MOUTH" he'll yell, throwing the pillow in his lap at you, making you giggle. You throw the pillow back and soon enough you're having a pillow fight, Ryomen laughing and you squealing as he gets on top of you and bops you with the cushion

"OKAY, OKAY, UNCLE, UNCLE, YOU WIN!!" you squeak, giggling as you pull the pillow out of his grasp and above your head, leaving you face to face with Sukuna

The two of you stare at each other, your smiles faltering as you search each other's faces. The atmosphere has changed; Ryo's eyes turn from playful to thoughtful before he sighs loudly

"Fuck it," is all he mutters before he leans down and kisses you

Long story short, yall fuck on the couch

PSYCHE, YOU REALLY THINK I'D LET YALL DO THAT ALDJALDJKJD

You end up slapping him away, pouting as he leans back, your eyes beginning to water

"Jesus, what the hell, Y/N? What was that for?"

"You go too far, Ryo," you mumble, your lip quivering as you hug the pillow to your chest, looking away. "I don't mind you flirting with me, but playing with my emotions when you don't like me is cruel..."

Sukuna stares at you, rubbing a hand over his face as he sighs again

"God, you're so dumb, Y/N. You really think I'd kiss someone I'm not interested in?"

You blink, eyes darting back to see his face burning red, his gaze averted.

"...What do you mean? ...do you like me??"

Somehow his face turns darker, his hand rubbing over his neck as he looks up at the ceiling, breathing deep for a few moments.

"Yea... I like ya..."

He's prepared for you to kick him out, or worse, tell him that you don't feel the same and ask if you two can go back to how things were. He's tired of not being able to hold you, kiss you, cherish you, call him his. He's not sure if he can stay your friend forever—

"I... I like you too 🥺👉👈"

His gaze shoots back to you, eyes wide as he takes in your bashful expression. He can feel his lips curl unconsciously

"Shit... for real?" His grin spreads wider when you nod, his heart pounding as he leans down again. "Well then don't push me away this time."

Aaaaaaaaand it's official, you're dating sksksk

Tbh not much changes with your routine: Ryo still comes over for dinner and to hang out but now there's cuddling and kissing 🥰

You have a lot of doubts at the beginning of the relationship tho. Like you've seen the kinds of girls he used to fuck (literally all of them looked like models) and you obviously don't look like that so you're insecure about that and dont know what Sukuna even sees in you

You bring this up to him about two weeks after yall officially started dating and he asks if he can show you how he feels

You weren't sure what you were getting into but you agreed, letting Ryomen take your hand and tug you back to your bedroom

Now, Sukuna may be pushy at times, but he'd never force you to do anything, so everything he does is preceded by a question.

"Would you lay on the bed for me? Can I kiss you? Can I touch you here? Can I take these off?" and suddenly you're left in your underwear on your bed with Ryo on top of you

He's a man of actions, not words, so he barely speaks as he pushes his face into your cleavage, pushing your breasts together and groaning softly between them

He fondles your breasts for a while, his big hands are gentle but firm, squeezing your tits before he pinches your nipples, tugging at them before he introduces his tongue

You can feel his erection press into your thigh as he sucks your nipple, lavishing it for what feels like an eternity before he moves to the other one. At one point he pushes your breasts together and tries to suck both nipples at once, making you whine from the attention.

He eventually moves down your stomach, kissing and squeezing it along the way, leaving a trail of love bites before he reaches your sex

He nibbles at your plump mound, sucking on the extra flesh above your cunt, squeezing your thighs as he keeps them open

Once he finally reaches your pussy, you're completely soaked, your underwear drenched in your fluids

He teases you a bit ("Seems like somebody likes the attention they're getting 😏") before he practically rips your panties off, diving into your cunt like a starved man.

He eats you like you're his last meal, taking his sweet time slurping and sucking on your labia, bullying your clit mercilessly before pushing his fingers into you

You easily cum on his thick fingers, riding out your orgasm as he laps at your cum, but he doesn't stop. No, he pulls not one, not two, but three more climaxes out of you before he decides that he's done.

By the time he's finished, you're practically begging for his cock, on the verge of tears as you pull on his arms and try to bring him closer

"What's the matter? Does my cute chubby bunny want my cock? You want me to fill up that pretty pussy?" And you'll nod and whine and whimper for him, and how can he deny you when you're acting so precious? He hasn't even fucked you yet and you're already needy for more.

His cock is massive, to put it lightly. You always wondered why his past partners screamed so loud in his bed, and now you know. He's about 9 inches long, about as thick as a soda can, so heavy that it hangs low once he takes his boxers off

"Nervous, bunny?" he asks, massaging your thighs as he brings his cock closer to your entrance. "Don't worry. Daddy's gonna be real gentle with ya, okay? Gonna make you feel so good, baby girl."

And he does, he really really does. He's so gentle and sweet with you that you wonder what happened to your real boyfriend. The man on top of you is nothing like the man you first met months ago, and yet he's still sporting that same playful smirk right up until he pushes the head of his cock into you, thumbing your clit rhythmically

"Oh fuck, baby. Jesus... if I knew you'd feel this good, I woulda fucked you a lot sooner."

He doesn't last as long as he usually does, and it's all your fault. It's your fault for having such a tight, wet pussy that squeezes him just right; it's your fault for being so soft and warm and squishy underneath him; it's your fault for moaning wantonly, mouth falling open and eyes rolling back, looking so deliciously pretty as he grinds his cock into you.

He makes sure that you cum one more time before he pulls out, jerking off on your tummy. He groans loudly when he sees his thick, white semen coat your pudgy belly, and deep down all he wants to do is rub his cock against your tummy until he cums again.

Instead of that, he just plops down beside you, pulling you to his chest, not caring about the mess he's made.

"Feel better?" You nod and he chuckles tiredly. "Good. Now no more feeling insecure. You're too pretty to be sad." 🥺🥰💕💕💕

Once yall fuck for the first time, all bets are off sksksk like Sukuna is CONSTANTLY horny for you wtf

He's wanted you for so fucking long and now he's gonna have you in every way possible

He fucks you on every piece of furniture in both your apartments (yes, this includes all the countertops and even the walls)

He tries to be gentle with you after your first time, but he really can't help himself. I mean, you're just so cute and sweet and hot and god the look you give him when he slides his cock into you is to die for

Sukuna isn't a fan of pulling out, he'd much rather finish inside you. He also doesn't like condoms so be prepared to be on birth control if you aren't already bc he's gonna cum in your pretty pussy 95% of the time. Occasionally he'll pull out and finish on your ass or thighs, but he prefers watching his cum drip out of your tight hole 💕

He's normally pretty chill during sex, like he's not fucking the life out of you most of the time, but there are some exceptions!! For example, when he comes home after winning a match, when he's feeling jealous and possessive, when you're wearing something too cute/sexy. If any of these things happen, he'll be rougher with you, his fantasies from before his crush on you resurfacing

He only does these thing's with your consent, but once you give him permission he goes wild. You will not be able to walk for at least an hour after and once you do, you're gonna be wobbling like Bambi for a bit

You'd think that his fav position would be doggystyle so he could see your ass bounce, but he honestly prefers positions where you're facing each other. He wants to see your face when you cum and feel your nails scratch up his body plus then he gets to hold you close and feel your soft plush body against his 💕

He's begun a habit of buying things for you. You never ask him to, but sometimes he'll show up at your apartment with a few bags or packages and he'll ask you real nice and sweet if you could model some clothes for him.

He gets lingerie, little dresses, crop tops, mini skirts and shorts, just anything that'll show off that sexy curvy body of yours. He'll sit on your couch with his legs spread, the outline of his cock extremely noticeable in his gray sweatpants, relaxing with a beer while you try on the clothes he got for you.

It's pretty embarrassing for you, having this hot guy buy you clothes you didnt ask for, telling you to turn around and let him get a good look at you. Your body gets so hot from the looks he gives you and the little whistles and comments he makes as he eyes you up and down.

"Cmere, bunny," he'll say, making you feel like prey in the presence of a predator. You listen, of course, bc you know he would never hurt you. He'll have you straddle his lap, bringing your hips flush against his so you can feel his throbbing cock against your cunt.

"Look at what you did, baby. You went and made me all hot and bothered for ya. Are you gonna take responsibility for yer actions or am I gonna have to bend ya over and punish my little bunny?" LORD, GIVE ME STRENGTH—

Fast forward to you bouncing on his cock, your new clothes ruined already from Ryo ripping them out of impatience. He doesn't care tho, he's got plenty of extra cash to spend on you.

Ok but Sukuna has a tendency to use the word "fat" but not in a mean way like he uses it during dirty talk. "I love this fat little pussy of yours", "you got a nice fat ass, bunny", "who's this fat cunt belong to?", "you better sit that fat ass on my face before I lose my patience" like???? Ok, it's a little jarring at first but he partly does it bc he doesn't want you to hate the word "fat". Like he knows you have a rough history with the word and he doesn't want you to have negative emotions associated with the word, like every time you hear the word he wants you to think about his thick cock splitting you open instead. Idk man, i can't explain it, he just loves how big and plump you are and he gets turned on every time he calls your pussy fat 🤷‍♀️ but ofc if u don't like it then he won't do it 💕

Has a habit of using your clothes to hold you better and fuck you harder. Like if you're wearing his shirt and lookin like a fuckin snacc he will bunch that shit up in one hand and uses it like reigns, like he's gonna pull you onto his cock with each thrust and fuck you harder

He's a fan of anal. He can live without it, but he loves fucking your ass while you've got a vibrator in your pussy. Again, he won't do anything you don't wanna do, but he'll bend over backwards just to put the head in let me put the head in oooo i dont want more than that girl i respect the cat i promise just a touch—

SPEAKING OF SEX TOYS, he loves using them with you 💕 he doesn't really like em on himself, but he loves using a vibe/clit sucker on you during sex, maybe put a cute little heart shaped plug in your ass, maybe put some clamps on your nipples that clink and jingle while you bounce on his cock. He's got a little collection, but he uses vibes most often bc he loves how it makes you jive on his dick 🥴

He calls you his good girl, but when he's in a rough mood, he calls you his little slut 💕

RYOMEN SUKUNA IS A SLUT FOR STEM BITCHES, LIKE IF YOU GET A DEGREE IN A SCIENTIFIC FIELD HE WILL JUST HNNNNNGGGG GO APESHIT!!!! He doesn't know wtf you're sayin but you sound really sexy sayin it. Big man just wants to turn a smart girl dumb with his big fat cock 🥺💕

He gets really pissy if you try to go on a diet or lose weight. Now dont get me wrong, he's happy if you're happy, but if you try to lose weight bc you don't like your body he will shut that shit down immediately. Makes sure that you don't skip meals and eat enough calories, he doesnt CARE if you don't like your size, you're literally perfect and there's no way in hell you're gonna change just so society accepts you so why don't ya chill out and let him order you some takeout after he dicks you down? I mean, ya gotta regain your strength after all that strenuous activity, might as well have a meal from your fav restaurant, hell, have some dessert too! If you're worried about gaining weight, he'll find a way for the two of yall to burn some calories ;)

Although he seems like the kind of guy who only cares about sex, he's actually a very loving and sweet boyfriend. It's just that his love language is physical touch so he often uses sex as a way to express his feelings for you. But that's not the only way: he also insists on cuddling with you every second he can, and if he isn't holding your hand when you're going out then he gets all pouty and grumpy.

Overall, you're very happy with your relationship with him and you don't have any complaints... well, there is one thing

You've noticed that Sukuna never asks you to come to his fights. It's not like you want to go and see your boyfriend of six months get beat up, but you want to be there to support him! You wanna cheer him on and give him a big kiss when he wins!! Is that too much to ask?? 🥺💕

You watch highlights of his fights at home, and sometimes you'll watch the interviews after the fight and listen to what commenters say.

At some point, the commenters start talking about Sukuna and how he's changed over the last several months. They talk about how he used to be seen with a new girl after his fights every week, his arm around their waist as he answered a few questions before leaving, but now he's always alone and he tries to leave asap after his fights. "What happened to the playboy that Sukuna's fans grew to love?" they ask rhetorically.

You end up asking Sukuna why he never brings you to his fights, and he's hesitant to answer. You ask him if he's embarrassed by you and he firmly denies it, saying that he isn't embarrassed by you in the slightest. He eventually reveals that he doesn't bring you along bc he's seen how the media treats other fighters' partners and he doesn't want anyone to attack you for any reason.

Yall talk through things and basically you tell him that you're a big girl and you can take care of yourself. And although Ryomen just wants to keep you safe away from all the people who could be shitty to you, he gives in and invites you to his next match.

Fast forward to said match which is actually against the same dude who broke his jaw almost a year ago. You're sitting right outside the octagon where his manager and trainer are (they're super excited to finally meet you!! They're v nice and cool 😊). You're wearing one of Ryo's fav hoodies and almost bouncing with excitement bc omg you’re gonna get to see your strong hot boyfriend fight irl for the first time!!

The match starts soon enough, and you're cheering on your boyfriend the whole time. It's nerve-wracking to see him get hit, especially since this guy hurt him so badly just this year.

It's the main event so there's five rounds total, and it's long and grueling, but Sukuna wins by a hair and you're so excited!!! You literally start jumping around when he wins, squealing and clapping and cheering for him.

He leaves the ring and goes straight to you, picking you up and twirling you around. You're squealing, yelling at him to put you down bc you're "too big" and he "shouldn't exert himself after a fight like that". He finally puts you down, cupping your face and kissing you hard. He smirks at you when he pulls away a moment later.

"I know my limits, bunny. You need to relax and trust me a bit more." You open your mouth to protest but he just kisses you again, the two of you ignoring the rambunctious crowd in the background. "I'm gonna have to bring you to fights more often," he almost yells as he pulls away. "Pretty sure you're my good luck charm." 💕💕💕

You become more involved in his career after that, showing up to the majority of his matches and supporting him. You've even got some fans of your own! There's people out there that are literally cheering you two on and want you to stay together forever and it's so adorable 🥺💕

Side note: you know how they have those pre fight press conferences with opponents? And how the opponents trash talk each other and shit? Well, at his next big conference after yall went public with your relationship, the guy Sukuna was supposed to fight made some rude comments about your appearance and Sukuna ended up knocking him out on stage with a flying kick. Nobody dared talking shit about you after that

Ok so you're convinced that Sukuna is the only big buff dude who finds you attractive but you are WRONG, DEAD WRONG. A LOT of the gym rats that occupy the same spaces as Sukuna find you very sexy and wanna fuck a chubby beauty like you (bc let's be honest, a lotta gym rats are chubby chasers). You may not notice these guys looking at you, but Sukuna does and he hates it, you're his chubby bunny and he needs everyone to know it, so what does he do? He records himself fucking you from behind and sends it to his acquaintances so they know who you belong to. Also will not hesitate to drag you to the gym with him so that after he trains he can fuck you in the showers in the locker room. He likes knowing that his fellow fighters are right outside changing and can hear you moaning like a whore for him.

After a couple years together, Sukuna gets a tattoo associated with you. Could be your name or a little bunny, but he wants to have a physical reminder of his love for you. Maybe it's his wedding gift to you (bc he's dumb and corny like that sksksk).

Yes, he's had playboy tendencies in the past, but tbh once yall started dating he knew you were the one and he was ready to settle down after the first three months. He doesn't propose for a couple years, but in the back of his mind he knows that no one else can make him as happy as you do, so he's certain that he's gonna spend the rest of his life with you.

Please don't break this boy's heart. He puts on a tough act, but he wears his heart on his sleeve and can't handle when his loved ones hurt him. That's why he doesn't have a lot of ppl close to him: he's worried about getting hurt.

He won't admit it, but you're the only thing that matters to him, like you're his reason for living. Before you, he just went through the motions and didn't really think about what he'd do when he retired. Sure, he saves money for retirement and whatnot, but he doesn't really have a plan for life besides fighting.

Then you come along and make him all soft and mushy and now he's thinking about getting a nice house with a backyard, adopting a big dog and maybe having a kid or two if you wanted. He's finally found a reason for living and he's for damn sure never going to let you go 💕