#and said since when are me and mama your homies

[a-dumb-sarcastic-bisexual]

I've been stupid busy so y'all get 2 day old Nimona headcanons

I feel like Todd would try really hard to be friends with the trio after everything went down

Bal is an absolute angel who can do no wrong so while he doesn’t forgive Todd he is willing to acknowledge his growth (sike he has the moral backbone of soggy cardboard and the character development of a rock)

Bal makes no attempt to befriend him but he’s also civil whenever he’s around 

Nimona and Ambrosius on the other hand they’re not afraid to slam doors in his face and tell him to take a long walk off a short pier 

There have been multiple times when they’ve had to hold each other back from beating the absolute shit out of him 

And it’s not cause they’re scared of losing or anything 

No they’re both confident they could kick his ass in 5 seconds flat 

They’re scared he’s gonna try and twist it and figure out a way to make it seem like them harming him led to more of his “character development” 

So they settle for mental torment 

Before Nimona got comfortable with Ambrosius she gave him the shovel talk with an actual shovel in hand 

He wasn’t offended in the slightest 

Was he a little scared? absolutely 

But offended? No not at all

If anything he was incredibly grateful that there was another person in the kingdom that cares for Bal as much as he does 

Maybe a month into them trusting each other Nimona turns around and gives Bal the shovel talk

And he actually started crying 

Nimona tried to stop and get him to calm down frantically asking him what’s wrong while shushing him 

And Bal encouraged him to continue because this was the moment that he knew Nimona viewed Ambrosius as part of their family 

I gave my headcanons in this post about how often I’d think the trio would cry which got me thinking about how they’d comfort each other 

Ambrosius was very used to Bal’s constant crying so he’s pretty good at comforting people 

So when Bal and Nimona do cry he doesn’t overreact 

He’ll quietly console them and wait for them to be done before asking if they want anything 

Food water a blanket 

Anything they ask for he gets 

Bal is a nervous wreck when the duo cries around him 

He’s still not used to Ambrosius crying in general 

And seeing Nimona cry is about as likely as seeing a double rainbow in a tornado 

He tries to damn best to comfort them and most of the time it works (emphasis on most) 

Nimona is just awkward around crying people 

Because crying is something they don’t do often and they haven’t gotten too close to anyone in a long time comforting doesn’t come naturally to them

Most of the time they try and get the boys to stop crying by making them laugh or distracting them

And they didn’t realize how damaging that was until one day Ambrosius just said “Nim love all I want to do is cry please let me do that” 

They started working on their comforting skills after that but it’s very much a work in progress 

While Bal and Ambrosius are incredibly sappy dorks I feel like they don’t overdo it with the PDA

Like sure they’ll hold hands and kiss occasionally but it’s so small that most people don’t comment on it 

But if someone tries to make a big deal about them kissing or holding hands they will go overboard just cause they’re petty like that

[xxgoblin-dumplingxx]

Can we get more wolverine polycule??? Theyre so cute for her

"Way to go, champ," Wade said, kissing your nose. "Knew you could do it, did it feel good?"

"Yeah," you manage, snuggling into the warmth that's offered. Tomorrow you'll be sore. Tomorrow you'll be limping at work and you'll just tell people you tripped on a rug. But that's not a right now problem. Right now you're sleepy and warm, tangled up with two walls of muscle keeping you pinned to the bed.

Behind you, Logan laughed softly and buried his face in your hair, "You did good, Princess. Do you want Ice?"

" 'm okay, Lo," you murmur. But despite your protests, you find yourself laying half ontop of Wade, your head on his shoulder with Logan'warming lotion in his hands.

"Can't have you miserable tomorrow after you fucked us both stupid today," Wade reasoned, stretching lazily as he met Logan's eyes over your head.

They could go again. Few more times. But. They could do that tomorrow while you were at work- it had been... a while since you'd been able to come play with them like this. The pain made you tense and the tension made you think and the thinking only made it worse. The more tense you were, the more painful it was to even have sex. You'd blow them if they wanted, sure but. They liked this. Their girl in their bed. Satisfied and not just sitting on the sidelines.

Logan worked down your back and hips, smirking when you sighed. "That's it, pretty girl," he coaxed. "Took such good care of us-"

"You did most of the work," you point out.

"Soul-sucking blowjobs are work," Wade put in.

"Did so good you shut Wade up. Fucking miracle worker," Logan snorted, popping your backside affectionately.

When you don't answer, from your spot face down on Wade's chest, he pushes hair out of your face and grins, "Out cold," he said.

"Good," Logan rumbled, kissing the back of your neck and pulling a sheet up over you. "Gonna need her beauty sleep." He laid down on your other side and threw his leg over you, effectively pinning both you and Wade in one place- where he'd know if you got up. Where he'd know you were safe.

"Breakfast in the morning?" Wade asked, stretching.

"Sounds good." It was better now. You smelled right. Like them. Tomorrow's problems were tomorrow's problems. Right now, nothing was wrong. The feel of your bodies were imprinted on him properly and it felt right.

_____________

When mottled arms wrapped around him in the shower, Logan hummed, "Where's Y/N?" he asked.

"Showered, dressed, and fucking baby sitting," Wade whined.

"Babysitting?" Logan growled, "What the-"

"For not fucking liking her her sister is really quick to drop off her fuck trophies at the ass crack of dawn," Wade sulked, thudding his head against Logan's back.

Logan growled, "How'd I not hear-"

"She met them downstairs. Kids slept on the couch for a bit while she hosed off all that sweet sweet-"

"So much for breakfast," Logan grunted.

"Yeah. She took them out already. Guess she figured if she fed and walked them they'd be easier to wrangle. Cute kids. Less bitchy than their mom."

Logan snorted. He'd see about that. He also wondered if their parents knew you were fucking BOTH the men you lived with. You tended to avoid telling your family anything you didn't have to.

By the time they were done fucking around, dressed and out of the bedroom, you were back. And in full 'Cool Auntie' mode. Clearly, this might not have been an expected visit, but it didn't take long for Wade and Logan to notice the near hero worship on the faces of the three boys who were sprawled on the furniture and playing with Mary.

"Listen, Homie," you're telling the oldest, "I got you you first date and I have pictures that can ruin your life, don't test me."

"No you don't," he scoffed.

"Oh, oh honey," you laugh, "I took you to your first comic convention dressed as a tiny baby Hulk-"

He visibly paled and you grinned, "I got pictures that can ruin your mama too. So. Try me if you want to but remember. We existed before Life 360."

"Hey, Shush," the middle kid asked, looking up from his phone, "what was it like when dinosaurs roamed the earth?"

Wade snorted when you mimed throwing a plastic cup at him, "I dunno, Peanut, what was it like?"

"Fuck you, Wade."

[nattinatalia]

Urban Wyatt x Reader Instagram AU

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yourusername Married no more, but can’t help but miss how I used to eat his ass…… jokes aside, that used to be my mouth and lip filled with his load.

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urbanwyatt You play too damn much 😭😭

druski I love this 😂😂 so messy and I’m here for it.

jackharlow I can’t keep defending you 🤦🏼‍♂️

yourusername Huh? Wdym?

yourbestiename PENDEJAAAA

yourbestiename CUENTA EQUIVOCADA!!!!!!

yourusername Oh shit 😳

yourbestiename DELETE

yourusername No, it’ll be worse if I post and delete. Oh well 🤷🏻‍♀️ 😬

user not you bashing your baby daddy

urbanwyatt Where did she bash me? Because all I got from that is she misses when I used to hit the back of her throat.

yourusername LMAAO I HATE YOU!!!!

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urbanwyatt She did the damn thing 🖤

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jackharlow She really did.

neelamthadhani The most stressful few days getting all this planned. Glad everything came out perfect and that the stress it’s finally over 😮‍💨

urbanwyatt Knowing the both of you, I know this was probably so stressful.

user Oh Urby gots a new girl? And she planned him a surprise party? GOALS ASF. He said thank you next 💅🏼

yourusername HAHAHHAAAAAA

user You’re laughing that he moved on so fast? Be happy he found someone better because you weren’t it mama.

yourusername Well MAMA, sorry to burst your bubble, but I did this set up. So, thank YOU, Next.

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yourusername Happy birthday to my favorite chair. Here’s to more craziness and messiness between us. Thank you for giving me some of my happiest moments, and for our beautiful baby girl. I love you for life.

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urbanwyatt 😂😂 I love you.

jackharlow 🤦🏼‍♂️ Y’all are a whole mess

druski Not the favorite chair!!!!!! lmaao you still be hitting that?

yourusername 🤫

user Girl give it up already!!! move on. he’s not yours anymore

user no really, she tries so hard to make it seem like they’re in good terms but you know she misses him.

user she wants to stay in his life when she’s been homie hopping since they broke up.

yourusername That’s still my baby daddy, my best friend. I don’t play about him, so y’all can fucking chill. Bothered over someone y’all don’t even know on a personal level. I haven’t even been entertaining a man because I’m not ready. Homie hopping? Lmaaaooo okaaaayyy yeaaaa, my next victim is Avatar

cozane I’m down, hop your way over here now!!!! 🙄

druski Damn all this under his birthday post? Y’all savages.

urbanwyatt Don’t act like you’re not eating this up.

druski You’re right, I love it 😈

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urbanwyatt Started my birthday flower picking with my little one, ended up fucking up the strip club with my baby mama 😜 she’s better than yours 🤭🫡

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yourusername 😛😛😛

cozane strip club with y/n is always crazy

urbanwyatt It always is……

druski So are y’all fucking fucking? Or just fuckingggggg???? 👀

yourusername LMAOO 🙈🫢

druski Answer the question

yourusername NO

druski No as in ya not fucking or no as in you’re not answering?

urbanwyatt How about mind your business

yourbestiename HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO THE BEST TIO NINO TO MY MIA BUG. Thank you Urby for loving my babies, you’re the best uncle ever and the greatest best friend to my husband and to me. Our lives wouldn’t be the same if you aren’t in it. Cheers to 25 and cheers to many more years. We love you and I hope you loved the little art and crafts present the kids made for you.

urbanwyatt 🥹🥹🥹 it’s my birthday and I’ll cry if I want to, because I’m definitely crying right now. The kids and Cassie made this birthday 100 times better. Thank you.

druski So can I tell them that Y/N cried in the Harlows guest bedroom and wanted to leave the part SHE HELPED MAKE???

urbanwyatt You’re annoying

druski We’ve been known that.

wehateynclub 🤭 She cried lmao

hateryn Because she lost her man

stassie Happy birthday baby zaddyyyy 😋

urbanwyatt fuck off

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urbanwyatt Family vacation 🤞🏼 love my girls 💗 birthday celebration still going hard! Thanks to baby mama 😊😘

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jackharlow Enjoy brother 💜

yourbestiename Yay, so happy you guys are having a good time. I love you y’all

cozane Fam ♥️

druski where do you and Jackie boy get these girls because the way they celebrate y’all’s birthday is like a all month thing

druski But I guess happy birthday yet again loser

yourusername I love you, always 😜💗

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[yxamilover420]

… Psst, I see dead people

(Mustard on the beat, hoe)

… Ayy, Mustard on the beat, hoe

Deebo, any rap nigga, he a free throw

Man down, call an amberlamps, tell him, "Breathe, bro"

Nail a nigga to the cross, he walk around like Teezo

What's up with these jabroni-ass niggas tryna see Compton?

The industry can hate me, fuck 'em all and they mama

How many opps you really got? I mean, it's too many options

I'm finna pass on this body, I'm John Stockton

… Beat your ass and hide the Bible if God watchin'

Sometimes you gotta pop out and show niggas

Certified boogeyman, I'm the one that up the score with 'em

Walk him down, whole time I know he got some hoe in him

Pole on him, extort shit, bully, Death Row on him

… Say, Drake, I hear you like 'em young

You better not ever go to cell block one

To any bitch that talk to him and they in love

Just make sure you hide your lil' sister from him

They tell me Chubbs the only one that get your hand-me-downs

And PARTY at the party, playin' with his nose now

And Baka got a weird case, why is he around?

Certified Lover Boy? Certified pedophiles

… Wop, wop, wop, wop, wop, Dot, fuck 'em up

Wop, wop, wop, wop, wop, I'ma do my stuff

Why you trollin' like a bitch? Ain't you tired?

Tryna strike a chord and it's probably A-Minor

… They not like us, they not like us, they not like us

They not like us, they not like us, they not like us

… You think the Bay gon' let you disrespect Pac, nigga?

I think that Oakland show gon' be your last stop, nigga

Did Cole fouI, I don't know why you still pretendin'

What is the owl? Bird niggas and bird bitches, go

The audience not dumb

Shape the stories how you want, hey, Drake, they're not slow

Rabbit hole is still deep, I can go further, I promise

Ain't that somethin'? B-Rad stands for bitch

And you Malibu most wanted

… Ain't no law, boy, you ballboy, fetch Gatorade or somethin'

Since 2009, I had this bitch jumpin'

You niggas'll get a wedgie, be flipped over your boxers

What OVO for? The "Other Vaginal Option"? Pussy

Nigga better straighten they posture, got famous all up in Compton

Might write this for the docket, tell the pop star, "Quit hidin'"

Fuck a caption, want action, no accident, and I'm hands-on

He fuck around, get polished

… Fucked on Wayne girl while he was in jail, that's connivin'

Then get his face tatted like a bitch apologizin'

I'm glad DeRoz' came home, y'all didn't deserve him neither

From Alondra down to Central, nigga better not speak on Serena

And your homeboy need subpoena, that predator move in flocks

That name gotta be registered and placed on neighborhood watch

I lean on you niggas like another line of Wock'

Yeah, it's all eyes on me, and I'ma send it up to Pac, ayy

… Put the wrong label on me, I'ma get 'em dropped, ayy

Sweet Chin Music, and I won't pass the aux, ayy

How many stocks do I really have in stock? Ayy

One, two, three, four, five, plus five, ayy

Devil is a lie, he a 69 God, ayy

Freaky-ass niggas need to stay they ass inside, ayy

Roll they ass up like a fresh pack of 'za, ayy

City is back up, it's a must, we outside, ayy

… They not like us, they not like us, they not like us

They not like us, they not like us, they not like us

… Once upon a time, all of us was in chains

Homie still doubled down callin' us some slaves

Atlanta was the Mecca, buildin' railroads and trains

Bear with me for a second, let me put y'all on game

The settlers was usin' town folk to make 'em richer

Fast-forward, 2024, you got the same agenda

You run to Atlanta when you need a check balance

Let me break it down for you, this the real nigga challenge

… You called Future when you didn't see the club (ayy, what?)

Lil Baby helped you get your lingo up (what?)

21 gave you false street cred

Thug made you feel like you a slime in your head (ayy, what?)

Quavo said you can be from Northside (what?)

2 Chainz say you good, but he lied

You run to Atlanta when you need a few dollars

No, you not a colleague, you a fuckin' colonizer

… The family matter, and the truth of the matter

It was God's plan to show y'all the liar

… Mm

Mm-mm

He a fan, he a fan, he a fan (mm)

He a fan, he a fan, he a-

Freaky-ass nigga, he a 69 God

Freaky-ass nigga, he a 69 God

Hey, hey, hey, hey, run for your life

Hey, hey, hey, hey, run for your life

Freaky-ass nigga, he a 69 God

Freaky-ass nigga, he a 69 God

Hey, hey, hey, hey, run for your life

Hey, hey, hey, hey, run for your life

… Let me hear you say, "OV-hoe" (OV-hoe)

Say, "OV-hoe" (OV-hoe)

Then step this way, step that way

Then step this way, step that way

… Are you my friend?

Are we locked in?

Then step this way, step that way

Then step this way, step that way

I like this song

[cobalt-axolotl]

Kendrics Lamar’s not like us accept it’s willliam afton dissing david carter.

Ayy, Mustard on the beat, hoe

Deebo, any rap bastard, he a free throw

Man down, call an amberlamps, tell him, "Breathe, bro"

Nail a vastarx to the cross, he walk around like Teezo

What's up with these jabroni-ass bastards tryna see Compton?

The industry can hate me, fuck 'em all and they mama

How many opps you really got? I mean, it's too many options

I'm finna pass on this body, I'm John Stockton

Beat your ass and hide the Bible if God watchin'

Sometimes you gotta pop out and show bastards

Certified boogeyman, I'm the one that up the score with 'em

Walk him down, whole time I know he got some hoe in him

Pole on him, extort shit, bully, Death Row on him

Say, Dave, I hear you like 'em young

You better not ever go to cell block one

To any bitch that talk to him and they in love

Just make sure you hide your lil' sister from him

They tell me Chubbs the only one that get your hand-me-downs

And PARTY at the party, playin' with his nose now

And Baka got a weird case, why is he around?

Certified Lover Boy? Certified pedophiles

Wop, wop, wop, wop, wop, Dot, fuck 'em up

Wop, wop, wop, wop, wop, I'ma do my stuff

Why you trollin' like a bitch? Ain't you tired?

Tryna strike a chord and it's probably A-Minor

They not like us, they not like us, they not like us

They not like us, they not like us, they not like us

You think the Bay gon' let you disrespect Pac, bastard?

I think that Oakland show gon' be your last stop, bastard

Did Cole fouI, I don't know why you still pretendin'

What is the owl? Bird bastards and bird bitches, go

The audience not dumb

Shape the stories how you want, hey, Dave, they're not slow

Rabbit hole is still deep, I can go further, I promise

Ain't that somethin'? B-Rad stands for bitch

And you Malibu most wanted

Ain't no law, boy, you ballboy, fetch Gatorade or somethin'

Since 2009, I had this bitch jumpin'

You bastards'll get a wedgie, be flipped over your boxers

What OVO for? The "Other Vaginal Option"? Pussy

Bastard better straighten they posture, got famous all up in Compton

Might write this for the docket, tell the pop star, "Quit hidin'"

Fuck a caption, want action, no accident, and I'm hands-on

He fuck around, get polished

Fucked on Wayne girl while he was in jail, that's connivin'

Then get his face tatted like a bitch apologizin'

I'm glad DeRoz' came home, y'all didn't deserve him neither

From Alondra down to Central, fucker better not speak on Serena

And your homeboy need subpoena, that predator move in flocks

That name gotta be registered and placed on neighborhood watch

I lean on you bastards like another line of Wock'

Yeah, it's all eyes on me, and I'ma send it up to Pac, ayy

Put the wrong label on me, I'ma get 'em dropped, ayy

Sweet Chin Music, and I won't pass the aux, ayy

How many stocks do I really have in stock? Ayy

One, two, three, four, five, plus five, ayy

Devil is a lie, he a 69 God, ayy

Freaky-ass bastards need to stay they ass inside, ayy

Roll they ass up like a fresh pack of 'za, ayy

City is back up, it's a must, we outside, ayy

They not like us, they not like us, they not like us

They not like us, they not like us, they not like us

Once upon a time, all of us was in chains

Homie still doubled down callin' us some slaves

Atlanta was the Mecca, buildin' railroads and trains

Bear with me for a second, let me put y'all on game

The settlers was usin' town folk to make 'em richer

Fast-forward, 2024, you got the same agenda

You run to Atlanta when you need a check balance

Let me break it down for you, this the real bastard challenge

You called Future when you didn't see the club (ayy, what?)

Lil Baby helped you get your lingo up (what?)

21 gave you false street cred

Thug made you feel like you a slime in your head (ayy, what?)

Quavo said you can be from Northside (what?)

2 Chainz say you good, but he lied

You run to Atlanta when you need a few dollars

No, you not a colleague, you a fuckin' colonizer

The family matter, and the truth of the matter

It was God's plan to show y'all the liar

Mm

Mm-mm

He a fan, he a fan, he a fan (mm)

He a fan, he a fan, he a-

Freaky-ass bastard, he a 69 God

Freaky-ass bastard, he a 69 God

Hey, hey, hey, hey, run for your life

Hey, hey, hey, hey, run for your life

Freaky-ass bastard, he a 69 God

Freaky-ass bastard, he a 69 God

Hey, hey, hey, hey, run for your life

Hey, hey, hey, hey, run for your life

Let me hear you say, "OV-hoe" (OV-hoe)

Say, "OV-hoe" (OV-hoe)

Then step this way, step that way

Then step this way, step that way

Are you my friend?

Are we locked in?

Then step this way, step that way

Then step this way, step that way

[bobbyjean]

Lyrics taken from genius

crazy in love:

Young Hov, y'all know when the flow is loco

Young B and the R-O-C, uh-oh

O.G. Big Homie, the one and only

Stick bony, but the pockets is fat like Tony Soprano

The ROC handle like Van Exel

I shake phonies, man, you can't get next to

The genuine article, I do not sing, though

I sling, though, if anything, I bling, yo

A star like Ringo, war like a Green Beret

You crazy? Bring your whole set

JAY-Z in the Range, crazy and deranged

They can't figure him out, they like, "Hey, is he insane?"

Yes, sir, I'm cut from a different cloth

My texture is the best fur, chinchilla

I've been iller than chain smokers

How you think I got the name Hova?

I been realer, the game's over

Fall back, Young

Ever since I made the change over to platinum

The game's been a wrap, one

deja vu:

I used to run base like Juan Pierre

Now I run the bass hi-hat and the snare

I used to bag girls like Birkin Bags

Now I bag B (Boy, you hurtin' that)

Brooklyn Bay where they birthed me at

Now I be everywhere, the nerve of rap

The audacity to have me with them curtains back

Me and B, she about to sting, stand back

….(two verses in this one)….

Yes, Hova's flow so unusual

Baby girl, you should already know

It's H-O, light up the dro

'Cause you gon' need help tryna study my bounce

Flow, blow, what's the difference?

One you take in vein while the other you sniffin'

It's still dope, po-po try to convict him

Thats a no-go, my dough keep the scales tippin'

Like 4-4s

Like I'm from the H-O-U-S-T-O-N

Blow wind, so Chicago of him

Is he the best ever? That's the argu-a-ment

I don't make the list, don't be mad at me

I just make the hits like a factory

I'm just one to one, nuttin' after me

No déjà vu, just me and my (Oh)

upgrade u:

I be's the d-boy who infiltrated all the corporate dudes

They call shots, I call audibles

Jacob the jeweler, baubles

Lorraine Schwartz oughta do

It's big ballin', baby, when I'm courtin' you (Woo)

I'm talkin' spy bags and fly pads

And rooms at the Bloomberg and rumors

You on the verge of a new merge

'Cause that rock on your finger's like a tumor

You can't fit your hand in your new purse

It's humorous to me, they watchin' and we just yachtin'

Island-hoppin' off the Amalfi coast, mafioso

"Hov, baby, you ever seen Saturn?"

"No, not the car, but everywhere we are"

You sure to see stars, this is high-level

Not eye-level, my bezel courtesy of Audemars

I order yours tomorrow, now look at the time I saved you

Mama, let me upgrade you

drunk in love:

That D'USSÉ is the shit, if I do say so myself

If I do say so myself, if I do say so myself

Hold up, stumble all in the house, time to back up all of that mouth

That you had all in the car, talkin' 'bout you the baddest bitch thus far

Talkin' 'bout you be reppin' that Third, I wanna see all the shit that I heard

Know I sling Clint Eastwood, hope you can handle this curve, uh

Foreplay in a foyer, fucked up my Warhol

Slid the panties right to the side, ain't got the time to take drawers off

On sight

Catch a charge, I might

Beat the box up like Mike in '97, I bite

I'm Ike Turner, turn up, baby, no, I don't play

"Now eat the cake, Anna Mae," said, "Eat the cake, Anna Mae"

I'm nice

For y'all to reach these heights

You gon' need G3, 4, 5, 6 flights

Sleep tight

We sex again in the mornin'

Your breasteses is my breakfast, we goin' in

that’s how you like it:

I know you heard I'm a gangsta

They say, "Stay away from them gangstas"

They never change up or pull they pants up

Well, baby girl, put ya foot down

Don't let 'em push you around

You know what you like

Baby thug, you know wrong from right

And you done felt wrong before

This can't be what it feel like

And they don't really know what you feel like, for instance

They don't know the difference between real life

And the music videos and the raggedy magazines

They have it **** badder than he seems

All they see is my baggy jeans, my attitude

I ain't mad at you, it's just my glide

Way I wear my hat to the side

The way I lean real low when I ride

That's why in my mind

They like my walk

My accent from New York

My way of thinking is slightly off

They like the way he floss

Leave the block on a bike, he come back in a Porsche

But of course

But most of all, they like my honesty

Integrity, my loyalty

Young Hova and the letter B

How you like that, huh?

[angelthebedsheet]

Can I request head cannons for hanako kun dating a black girl

a/n: oh yeah for sure we love that ghost mf in this house. i also know a certain friend of mine who likes him (you know who you are love ya mwah mwah)

this is gonna be all over the place AND have cursing. at this point dont expect me not to cuss all the time. if you dont like my aggression pay me for my silence. 100$ per word. this is gonna be long asf. also sorry for slipping off the face of the earth author’s block AND i forgot that i was a writing blog 😭😭 im stupid i know feel free to yell at me

contains slight spoilers

LETS GET IT

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okay so mr 4’9”, hanako kun, amane, bastard number 1

he LOVES you man

lil homie just loves everything about you

your hair, your skin, your height

(yall be blowin me in these hanako x readers that mf is 4’9 and i’m a whole 5’6 i’d tower over this bitch)

yall met thru kou (if you spot my favoritism mind your neck) since he’s attached to you

he introduced you to the whole gang acrually

mitsuba, nene, and hanako

Before the relationship

this mf was speechless

no like deadass

when kou pulled you in the bathroom (against your will) hanako had to do a double take

SHORTY GAVE ME WHIP WHIPLASH

anyways

role the clip marty

“Kou Minamoto, I’ll dead beat your ass in this hallway right now. I could care less if Teru saw. I’m not letting you drag me into a bathroom let alone that dusty ass bathroom, after school. You realize my mama will be on my ASS?” You exclaimed as you tried to pull your wrist out of Kou’s grip. “Y/N-senpai, please! It’ll be quick! I’ll just vouch for you and tell your mom that we were pulled for cleaning duty! I just want you to meet my friends!” Kou whined as he continued to drag you down the hallway, ignoring the passing looks. “You think my mama gonna fall for that bullshit? She gonna sniff it out!” You continued as you just gave up. Kou knocked on the bathroom door. “That must be Kou-kun!” A soft voice exclaimed as it opened. “Nene-senpai!” Kou chirped, making you snort. He elbowed you in the side.

Yashiro looked up at you and her cheeks flushed immediately. “Y-You’re one of the second years! What are you doing here? I mean— I’m Yashiro Nene! I’m a first-year!” She exclaimed while stuttering. She repeatedly bowed. You snickered. “I’m Y/N L/N, nice to meet you Nene.” You said as Kou dragged you inside. Yashiro closed the door and cupped her cheeks quietly squealing. “Oi! Hanako-kun, I have someone for you to meet!” Kou called out as you absentmindedly fluffed out your puff and smoothed your uniform down. “Took you long enoug—” Hanako trailed off as he looked at you. His jaw lightly dropped. ‘Hanako-kun? That sounds familiar.’ You thought. You looked up and froze. You looked between Kou and Hanako. “I know you’re fuckin lying, you did not take me to meet Hanako, Minamoto. I’m taking my ass HOME. Fuck allat bs.” You said as you twirled on your heel to book it out the bathroom. “Senpai wait— STOPPPP!” He whined out as he went to chase you.

“Hanako-kun, you’re drooling,” Nene commented. Hanako quickly closed his mouth. “G-Get back to mopping the floor, radish ankles,” Hanako said before he got a wet towel thrown in his face.

as you can see, this mf was far gone as soon as he saw you

he wants you bro

he was SLOBBERING over you

as he should tbh im youre hot asf

eventually kou managed to drag you back even if your phone was at risk of being snatched

and so what if kou damn near dog walked you tryna take you back there

and another so what if you two almost squared up in this section of the school

hanako was STUTTERING man

“i- you- wow- i” bitch spit it out

nene was amused to say the least

if she tried to ignore you drilling into kou in the background

“I DONT CARE IF THATS YA HOMIE ALL THAT SPOOKY BULLSHIT CAN SUCK THIS STRAP”

“DONT SAY THAT TO HANAKO AND MITSUBA”

“THERES FUCKING T W O OF THEM??? NAH BABY”

hanako was desperately tryna talk to you but with the amount of side eyes you gave him he was sure you’d find a way to beat his ass even if he was a capable fighter

but of course over time you warmed up to them and got pulled into their friend group

this was both a good thing and bad thing

the bad thing was the amount of times you had to lie to teru and run away from him

once again roll the clip marty but on that scooby doo shit mkay?

“I’m just saying, plain ass donuts don’t be hittin' the same as glazed ones.” You said, gently shaking the bag of plain donuts. Kou shook his head, arm hooked with yours, “All donuts are good donuts, Senpai.” He hummed out as he chewed on the bubblegum you reluctantly had given him earlier. “I just know his throat be dry as hell.” You joked. Kou giggled.

“And just where are you two going?” Teru’s voice asked just as they started to make their way up the stairs. They froze. “B-Big brother!” Kou squeaked out as he looked back at him. You turned around and winced at Teru’s stance. He stood at the bottom of the staircase with his arms crossed and eyebrow cocked. It was almost reminiscent of your mama waiting for you at home with a belt in her hands. All that was missing was the bonnet, robe, and house slippers.

“Heyyy mamas, you looking great today.” You said awkwardly. Teru only gave you a deadpanned expression. “Y/N, flattery will get you nowhere. Where are you two going? Why are you going upstairs? It’s dismissal time.” He said. “Damn, not even a thank you? I see how it is- ayo Teru, babe, that looks like someone’s tryna skip after classes.” You called out. Teru quickly looked back before you pulled Kou to run upstairs. Kou stumbled along as he followed. “There was no one ther- ARE YOU SERIOUS?” He yelled out before groaning. He went back to the club room. You and Kou breathlessly laughed as you both ran to the bathroom. You opened the door before getting pulled into a hug by Hanako.

“N/N! My favorite! Did you bring my donuts?” He asked, floating up to be eye to eye with you. He looked at you expectantly, arms still draped around you. You only sighed out a slight laugh before nodding. "Yeah, don't worry, Han. I got your dry ass donuts." You giggled. Hanako smiled, grabbing them before shoving one in his mouth. He sighed out happily as he ate them. You shook your head with a smile. "Hanako, ain't nobody gonna take them from you, relax. You smacking right now." You laughed out as you watched him go to town on the donuts. Kou held back a laugh as he noticed his cheeks flush. "Oh, shaddup." He mumbled as he floated off.

he's whipped for you man

im serious bro you make his day

the longer you're apart of their group the more you're pulled into their shenanigans

you didn't want to admit it because the thought was honestly ridiculous to you

the thought?

you were starting to gain a crush on him, a whole ghost

you were completely human and he was dead

you didn't really think it'd work out

but all it took for hanako to confess to you was the last time you damn near died

cliche i know i know but i genuinely think it would take a fat fucking minute for him to actually make an effort to ask you out or proclaim his love for you

so when you took a hit for nene, it fucked him up

you were one of the first humans he liked and fell for

sure he started to feel something for nene but then he realized the love her had for her was just platonic and couldn't compare to you

it was like he went blackout angry and quickly disposed on whatever enemy that had injured you

marty bestie you know what to do

Swinging his knife, Hanako let out a yell of anger. He was fuming. How dare they even fucking touch you? How dare they spill your pure blood over the floor? His body went on autopilot as you fell to your knees, holding your stomach. The screams of Nene and Kou blurred out as he swang faster, and faster, and faster. He was determined to fuck up this damned pest. Beheading it, he ran back. Kou and Nene were crouching above you crying as they applied pressure to your abdomen. "Y/N-senpai, please! Keep your eyes open!" Nene bawled out as she pressed onto the wound. There was a bit of blood on her dress as some of it dripped down into the water domain's floor. Hanako felt sick as your blood mixed with the water. He slid on his knees. "Hey! N/N, love, c'mon! Look! I... I defeated it!" Hanako said, panicked as he cupped your cheek. You groaned as your eyes started to flutter close. You couldn't give in to the constant requests and protests of Kou and Nene begging you to stay awake. Hanako's face dropped as tears started to roll down his cheeks.

Humans were so fragile. Easy to break. Easy to manipulate. Easy to lose.

Hanako went silent as he gestured at Kou and Nene to back up. They looked up at Hanako as he swiftly scooped you up in his arms. "Let's go. Now." He gritted out as he started to run off towards the dawning stairs. Kou pulled Nene up and ran after him. For someone so short, he was definitely speedy as he bolted up the stairs holding your body. Normally, the sight of someone his size holding someone as tall as you would make them laugh, but right now, they could care less. All they wanted was for you to survive. They ignored as the domain started to crumble behind them, stairs falling just a couple seconds after they ascend them. It was a matter of life or death.

as soon as the gang busted up in tsuchigomori's office hanako was not having SHIT

tsuchigomori kicked them all out despite their protests to stay

hanako paced back and forth waiting for something

anything or a hint of if you were okay

soon hot spider teacher came out and only let hanako in

hanako rushed in and sat on a chair next to your bed, grabbing your hand

homeboy was worried

literally scared for you

but with how peaceful you looked he felt reassured

that moment really gave him time to realize that he was head over heels in love with you

though he would never really say that he would tell you in some way

so when you woke up, he told you right there

During the relationship

OKAY THIS TOOK YEARS TO GET HERE

once yall are dating its lwk annoying

he switches between following you and nene around the school

swear he will float next to you and tell you so many stupid things while in class

“if i use a donut to purpose would the donut count as an actual ring or would i still need to find one”

“im doing fucking algebra, han. get the fuck out.”

“how rude!”

he will play with your curls

with consent of course

but if you let him and you have your afro out its game over

you are gonna go through that how class period with different hairstyles

some of them are lwk fire

like he really gave you two puffs and they looked decent

other times he’ll make your hair stand up in some stupid ass way

he just really loves your hair

its so curly and pretty, much different from some of the girls in school

its like giving a baby a fidget toy he’s literally amazed by how your curls bounce

you are NOT allowed to go to the cafeteria during lunch.

he will drag your ass up to the rooftop and curl up next to you like a cat while you eat

sometimes he’ll trace shapes on your skin absentmindedly

you become his comfort person dude like whenever something goes wrong with him you are his go to

he’s OVERPROTECTIVE

its not like a toxic you arent allowed to go anywhere without me but more of a please lmk where you’re going

tsukasa??? yeah no hanako aint letting him meet you but tsukasa do what tsukasa does

eventually you meet the little shit and boy he’s all over you

“OH YOU’RE AMANE’S LOVER!!!! IM TSUKASA”

as he’s latched onto you like a monkey

hanako’s y/n meter goes off like hmmm something dont feel right

and literally pries tsukasa off of you and holds you like a mother holding her child

now you got two of them trying to get your attention

but that also means you and nene are his new targets

good luck charlie 🤞🏽😋

[drabbles-mc]

Language

Neron ‘Creeper’ Vargas x F!Reader

@redpoodlern requested more Dad!Creeper and honestly I was more than happy to deliver on that haha. And thank you to @garbinge for always helping me pull together all of my ideas!

Warnings: language, mentions of alcohol, Creeper being a big ol’ softie with his kiddos

Word Count: 3k

A/N: This definitely takes place in the same universe as Like Father, Like Son because I’m a big fan of the family dynamic that I was sort of starting to build there. If no one has any objections that’s probably going to be my default HC for my future Dad!Creeper fics unless stated otherwise haha. I just love the idea of him with a pack of kids.

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The kids had one week off from school. One week. Seven days. Technically only five if you weren’t counting the weekend. You didn’t want to take the entire week off of work when you would be out on maternity leave in a couple more months, and as much as Creeper wanted you to be taking it easy, he said that if you really wanted save your time off for your leave, he would gladly keep the kids with him for the week.

“You and the guys can’t be doing,” you glanced around to make sure the kids weren’t in the room, “You and the guys can’t be doing serious club shit while they’re there, okay?” you knew that Creeper was always careful, but you also knew that some of the other men in the MC with him weren’t quite as cautious.

“Never, mama,” he leaned in and kissed your cheek, “Don’t worry. We’ll hold it down. It’s been a while since they got some time with their uncles, anyway.”

“Alright,” you nodded, taking a deep breath, “Go round up the gremlins, then,” you laughed, “They should each have their backpack with stuff in it.”

“Givin’ ‘em homework on their week off?” he chuckled.

You shook your head, “No, no. Just stuff to do if they get bored at the clubhouse. Coloring books, matchbox cars, whatever else they can fit in there.”

“Pfft,” he shook his head, “like we’ll ever let them get bored,” he let out a whistle, “Let’s go, homies! Time to roll out.”

Their footsteps thundered through the house as all three if them came booking it down the hall, each with their backpacks either on their shoulders or dangling from their hands. Both you and Creeper laughed at how excited they were to spend some time with their dad and their entire squad of uncles at the clubhouse.

“Which car you taking, baby?” you asked him.

“Just figured I’d take the van. It’s got all their stuff in it already.”

You smiled, nodding as you grabbed the keys off the counter and tossed them to him, “Alright, no doing donuts with it.”

He chuckled, “If they ask I won’t be able to tell them no,” he was about to say something else when his phone started going off in the pocket of his kutte. He reached and took it out, brows furrowing slightly as he answered, “Yea? Yea I’m about to head out. We’ll talk about it when I get there,” he shook his head slightly, “Alright yea,” with a huff he hung up the phone.

“All good?” you arched one eyebrow.

He nodded, “Yea. They act like I’m not gonna see them in twenty minutes. What the fuck is that important that it can’t wait?”

You shot him a glare, “Neron! Language, please.”

“Shit, sorry.”

You sighed, pinching the bridge of your nose.

He smiled sheepishly, stepping in close to give you a kiss, “I’m sorry, I love you, and I’ll call you later, mama.”

“Mhm,” you laughed as you playfully shoved him towards the door, “Tell the kids they gotta keep your boys in line.”

“They don’t even need me to tell ‘em.”

Very few things rivaled the excitement that the guys felt when they saw the minivan rolling into the scrapyard. Seconds after Creeper threw the van in park, all of the kids came sprinting out. His son leapt out of the passenger seat as his little sisters came tumbling out the back. It was quite the scene watching them walk up with their father, looking like quite the entourage all together.

“Wifey let you take the real whip today, huh?” Angel said with a laugh as he pulled Creeper into a hug.

He chuckled, “Anything for the wolfpack,” Creeper watched as his kids made their rounds to say hi and hug each of the men that were outside the clubhouse waiting for them to arrive.

Angel looked over at the minivan, “Still can’t believe she let you put those fuckin’ stickers on there, bro,” he laughed.

“Yo,” he smacked Angel in the chest, “No swearin’ in front of the kids,” he paused, “What do you got against the stickers? I think they’re cool.”

“Guess I just never thought that your soccer mom van needed fake bullet holes.”

“That’s what keeps it from being a soccer mom van,” he tapped the side of his head with a knowing look, like he had cracked some sort of code.

“Right,” Angel laughed and shook his head before turning his attention to the kids, “Brandon! Get over here! Let’s see if you’re taller than me yet, dude.”

Creeper turned and saw that the twins were already trying to take Hank down to the ground—a goal that they’d had ever since they were little toddlers. Every time they saw him, they got closer and closer to being successful but they weren’t quite there yet. He had one hanging off of each arm as he tried to walk across the yard without falling over onto them. Creeper laughed as he watched the shenanigans unfold, and they’d only been there for about two minutes.

“Alex! Ava!” he shook his head slightly with a smile, “Give Uncle Hank a break, alright? The man has work to do.”

“They’ll be taking him to the ground soon enough, man,” EZ laughed as he let Hank struggle with the two little girls.

“Make sure you’re filming it,” Creeper responded with a laugh as he crossed his arms over his chest.

“How’s Y/N?” EZ asked.

“Pregnant,” he looked over at EZ and laughed, “Nah she’s good. Working this week, so we got some extra help around here.”

“She’s still working?”

He nodded, “Oh yea. She’ll work till the baby pops outta her,” he shook his head, “I don’t know how she fu—” he caught himself, “I got no clue how she does it, man.”

“Pregnancy one of those things you get better at the more you do it?”

He laughed, “Why don’t you ask her next time you see her?”

“Hard pass,” he shook his head, laughing.

Creeper was glad that he had an entire team of guys to help him try to tire them all out, because it wasn’t an easy task in the slightest. At one point he was fairly certain that he lost them in the depths of the scrapyard and when he did finally find them, they were running around and playing hide and seek where all the scrapped cars were kept. The only thing that kept him from having a heart attack at the sight of it was knowing that none of the cars had any glass left in them that the kids could cut themselves on. But the three of them had easily turned the scrapyard into their kingdom.

“C’mon, lunch time,” he called out to them and they all hesitated, not quite ready to give up the game. Creeper sighed, “Chucky made lunch for you guys.”

That was all it took. Their eyes lit up and the girls almost pushed their brother to the ground in an attempt to beat him back to the clubhouse. Creeper shook his head as he followed them, egging them all on.

“C’mon, B-Dawg, use those legs!” he called after his son with a laugh.

“Knees to chest, Brandon!” Angel joined in as he watched the three of them race up the steps of the clubhouse.

Soon enough, the three of them were all sat at one of the tables inside the clubhouse. Chucky beamed at them, “The Vargas Trio,” he brought their plates over, “I hear you’re keeping us company for the week.”

“Dad said we get to come every day,” Ava said as she shoveled a spoonful of food into her mouth.

“Eat first, then talk, lil mama,” Creeper chastised her with a small smile as he shook his head.

Creeper sat at the table with them, casually drinking his beer as he watched the three of them tuck into the lunch that Chucky had made for them. He knew that Chucky loved when the kids were around—he became the ultimate chef and babysitter once those kids set foot on the property. There wasn’t a single thing that he wouldn’t do for those kids and Creeper could tell just by the way that Chucky seemed so at peace as he watched them sitting around the table together.

“What d’you guys say?” he asked them as he nodded towards Chucky.

“Thank you, Uncle Chucky,” they all said in unison.

The warmest of smiles spread across Chucky’s face as he nodded, “The pleasure is all mine.”

By late in the afternoon, the kids were finally starting to run out of steam. The girls were sprawled out on the floor of the clubhouse, art supplies strewn everywhere as they worked through entire sketchbooks’ worth of paper with Chucky. Brandon had been lurking at a safe distance as he watched some of the guys work in the scrapyard. The idea of breaking things apart was intriguing for many reasons to an eight-year-old boy, but he always listened if one of the men said to back up or not touch something. Every now and then, though, Creeper would let him take a crack at something with the hammer and the excitement on his son’s face was contagious.

The two of them walked back into the clubhouse to get a couple water bottles for themselves and the rest of the guys outside. Creeper was behind the bar, handing them over to his son while also trying to get a good look at what Alex and Ava were up to with Chucky. He smiled at the way the three of them seemed to exist so peacefully together. He hoped that the twins would always get along as well as they seemed to so far.

There was the quiet snapping sound of a pencil point breaking, followed by Alex tossing it to the side and huffing, “Fuck that.”

The entire clubhouse fell silent. Creeper’s eyes went wide as his jaw dropped slightly and Chucky looked over to him, trying to figure out what he was supposed to say or do. Creeper set one last water bottle down on the surface of the bar before addressing the issue.

“Alex? You good, babygirl?”

“It’s like the bazillionth time my pencil has broken.”

He wanted to be amused but he knew that you’d kill him for not talking about the whole language issue, “Alright. I hear you. But…but you can’t be talkin’ like that. Where’d you even hear that, anyway?”

“You,” all three of his kids replied in unison.

He exhaled sharply through his nose as he pressed his lips together into a thin line, trying to figure out what the right way to go about this was, “Look,” he waved for his son to follow him as he walked over to his daughters, “You can’t be talkin’ like that, okay? Those are grownup words. Whatever you do,” he rested his hand on her shoulder gently, “Don’t say that in front of Mommy,” he looked amongst the three of them, “And if it slips, you tell her that Uncle Angel taught you that, alright?” they all nodded and he let out a tiny sigh of relief, “Good. Okay.”

That was the last thing he said about it as he nudged Brandon’s shoulder and they went back to collect up the water bottles and bring them outside. The girls went back to their drawings and Chucky decided that there was nothing left to do but follow suit.

“Uncle Chucky?” Alex asked without looking up from her paper.

“Yes, my dear?”

“Why don’t you talk like they do?” she continued to fill in the cartoon coloring page, “Daddy says they’re grownup words but I never hear you saying them.”

“Speaking like a grownup doesn’t interest me in the slightest,” he smiled at her before returning to his own paper.

It was a week filled with antics. The clubhouse was covered in coloring pages of every cartoon and Disney character you could possibly think of. All of the guys had gotten their nails painted by the twins at least once. Brandon got his own Romero Brothers work-shirt and now he never wanted to take it off. Every single member of the MC was tired in a way they never remembered being tired before. Nap time was something that everyone partook in, even the adults, because they all needed the rest.

You took a half day on Friday so you could spend some time with all of them at the clubhouse. You liked seeing the kids running around having a good time with the guys, and truthfully you missed the nights you’d stay late with Creeper there. Late-night partying hadn’t been something the two of you had done in a long time, but none of that compared to the sense of joy you felt as you heard your daughters very intensely explaining the entire plot of both Frozen movies to EZ, who sat and nodded along, a very serious look on his face.

You smiled, making your rounds to say hello to the guys before you made your way over to Creeper who was sitting at the bar. He smiled, standing up to place a kiss to your lips and then to your belly before offering you his seat. You took it without hesitation, always happy to be off your feet for a few minutes.

“How’s the week been?” you asked as you glanced around the clubhouse.

He nodded, “Good. The guys will be sleeping for a week straight once the kids go back to school,” he laughed.

You smiled, nodding, “I bet.”

“It’s been nice having them here. Keeps things from getting to serious.”

“Yea,” you chuckled, “I’d imagine that it’s a bit harder to have a serious argument when all of your tables are covered in drawings of Olaf and Moana, and everyone’s nails are painted hot pink.”

“I kinda like it,” he held his hand out for you to inspect, “But I think purple is more my color.”

You laugh, nodding, “Oh, for sure, baby.”

The two of you were chatting when all of a sudden you heard a series of thuds, followed by Ava softly, but very clearly, saying, “Fuck,” as she rubbed her skinned knee.

You looked over at your husband, staring daggers, “Neron, I swear to god if—”

“It wasn’t me, mama, I swear,” he held his hands up in surrender.

With a sigh you rose up from the stool and made your way over to your daughter. You looked at her knee—it was scraped but it wasn’t bleeding. She also wasn’t crying which was a good sign. You asked if she was alright and when she said yes, you asked your follow-up question, “Where’d you hear that word, sweetie? Because those aren’t words that you should be using.”

Creeper held his breath as he waited for her to respond. Ava looked at you, and with no hesitation she responded, “Uncle Angel.”

You whipped your head to look at the biker in question. His eyes were as wide as you’d ever seen them. He tried to sputter out a denial, some kind of defense, but he couldn’t string the words together. He couldn’t believe that he’d just been thrown under the bus like that, especially by the girl who not even an hour beforehand said that he was her favorite uncle.

Calmly, you rose to your feet and smoothed out your dress. Creeper recognized the look in your eye and he knew that Angel was in for it. He felt bad, but not bad enough to step in and tell you the truth of the matter. It was a little deal in the grand scheme of things, really.

“Baby,” Creeper called after you, “Baby I can handle—”

“It’s fine, Neron,” your tone was dangerously even, “I just wanna talk to Uncle Angel for a minute.”

He knew that that meant you did not want to talk, “Mama, really—”

“Bring the kids outside, please. We gotta start heading home anyway.”

At that point he knew that he wasn’t going to convince you. He scooped Alex in one arm and Ava in the other, “Alright, let’s go, babygirls,” he nudged Brandon gently towards the door, “C’mon, lil homie, let’s pack the car up.”

Once the clubhouse door shut behind them, you turned your full attention to Angel. You picked up a stray coloring book and rolled it the same way you would a newspaper, and smacked him with it, “Angel Reyes!”

“Ah,” he held his arms to block your swings, “Y/N, hear me out!”

“You will not,” you smacked him again, “be teaching my six-year-olds how to cuss,” you hit him with the book once more for good measure, “Got it? Pregnant or not I will beat your ass.”

He held his hands up in surrender, “Okay, okay. Sorry, querida. Didn’t realize that they picked things up so quick.”

You pointed the rolled up coloring book at him accusingly, “Better start realizing it.”

“Yes ma’am,” he nodded.

You looked at him for a few seconds before giving a nod of approval and dropping the book back onto the table, “Good. Alright then,” you stood on your tip-toes and kissed him on the cheek, “Glad we’re on the same page. I love you.”

“Love you too,” he shook his head slightly as he followed you out of the clubhouse.

He said goodbye to the three kids as they piled into the minivan before pulling Creeper to the side, “Why’d Ava snitch on me like that, bro?”

Creeper chuckled nervously, running his hand over his head, “About that. I…I might’ve told them to blame you if they slipped up in front of their mom.”

“What the fuck, Creep?”

“What? You tellin’ me you wouldn’t do the same shit?”

He paused for a moment before laughing, “Yea, probably. But still,” he gave him a light shove, “Messed up turning my own nieces and nephew against me like that.”

“Technically just turning their mom against you a little bit,” he chuckled.

“I feel like that’s worse.”

“It’s definitely worse,” Creeper clapped him on the shoulder, “Well. Better get ready. Next vacation is gonna be for the whole summer.”

Angel laughed as he hugged Creeper, “Can’t wait.”

[imagineredwood]

Your polyamorous HC for coco and angel hit me right in the feels and I was wondering if you could so another one about where coco is frustrated about the club and LO and all that and kinda snaps at the reader and she seeks comfort with angel worried that coco doesn't want her anymore. If not that's perfectly fine, love your work either way.

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Things are always kinda stressful when it comes to the MC 

Between the stress of dealing with Galindo and the worry of being compromised with Los Olvidados, both men are on edge 

But whereas Angel finds comfort in being with you, your love and attention being the one thing that can calm him down and help him settle 

Coco is the opposite 

He loves you and your affection too, of course 

But being home with you also reminds him of how much he has to lose 

How every day they are putting you in danger 

How someone could hurt you because of them

How you deserve someone better when he spends his day killing off rivals

It's those days when he isn’t the warm, loving man you have come to love, but the closed-off short-tempered one you had first met   

And while you still love him just the same 

You can’t help but admit that sometimes his distance or standoffishness hurts your feelings

But you try to be understanding 

You give him a day or so and he comes to apologize and make up 

But today was different 

He had been short with you all week but tonight he had boiled over 

You had asked him if he would watch a movie with you since he was home early and he had said no

You had prodded and pleaded, all in good fun of course, but he hadn’t seen the humor in it and lashed out 

“I got more important shit to be doing than sit around and watch some dumb ass movie with you. I came home to relax, not have you up my ass.” 

And that was all it had really taken

You couldn't help it as your eyes had slowly welled up with tears at both his words and the harshness of his voice

You could see he felt bad as soon as he realized but he didn’t apologize, instead slipping his shoes and kutte back on and leaving you alone in the house you all shared 

Now here you were, curled up in Angel’s lap, his fingers stroking your head and back comfortingly as he held you to his chest

“He didn’t mean it, baby. You know he’s a fuckin’ asshole when he’s stressed. He just has a lot of shit on his mind and he took it out on you.” 

Angel knew that wasn’t a good enough reason, nor did it justify how he had treated you 

But comforting you was his main concern

It was your voice, small and worried that made him see how serious this time was 

“Do you think maybe he doesn’t want me anymore? Like us, the way we work? Do you think...do you think he wants someone else. Maybe I pushed too hard and he’s done with me.” 

Angel’s pulling you to sit up then, cradling your face in his large hands as he forces you to look into his eyes

“That ain’t it, querida. Ok? He loves you just like I do. We both love you and only want you. He’s just having a shitty day and he went off on the people closed like he always does. He still loves you though, ok?”

You nod as best as you can in his grip, Angel tugging you back into his chest once more 

You’re both still like that when Coco comes back home, shoulders hunched in guilt 

He sees how you’re curled up and he winces, Angel’s glare telling him that he’s already well aware of what transpired 

“I was just stressed, homie.” 

“I don’t give a fuck. You don’t treat her like that. She’s your girl but she’s mine too; don’t forget that.” 

There’s a slightly veiled threat there and all Coco can do is nod 

Angel speaks quietly despite his anger so he doesn’t wake you up 

“She thinks you’re tired of her and don’t want her anymore.” 

Coco already felt like shit, but hearing that you thought he didn’t love you anymore? 

His heart clenched and Angel could read it on him 

With a sigh, Angel shifts you to wake you up, your eyes fluttering open and landing on him 

“Let’s get you to bed, mama.” 

You nod tiredly, climbing out of his lap and standing, your eyes zeroing in on Coco 

He reaches his hand out to you and you hesitate for a moment before slipping yours into his 

Bringing it up to his mouth, he kisses it gently as he apologizes to you 

“I’m sorry, chiquita. I was a dick. I love you more than anything though; ain’t nothing gonna change that. You’re ours forever.” 

Your smile is soft and you squeeze his hand as Angel ushers you to head to the room to get ready for bed 

Once your gone, he speaks to Coco quietly, the guilty one already expecting it 

“You do that shit again and I’m fuckin you up in the ring.” 

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[mxchellesworld]

Gloria

Spencer Reid x Latina!Reader

request; Spencer and a reader who is bilingual

synopsis; Spencer turns 30 and spends the day with his favorite people

warnings; just fluff

*I added translations for a few things at the end

a/n; fuck accent marks, all my homies hate accent marks>:( lol but really, i did this in spanish since i speak it and thought it would be cute - i am very happy i got this request! as always enjoy

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Spencer was proud of his multi linguistic skills, he had worked hard to be able to communicate with others in different languages. However when he wasn’t using his skills in a case or for research, his language skills were put to great use in watching his Russian films and trying to impress you.

While yes you had been together and married for nearing 6 years, it was always his main goal. Even when you first started to get to know one another and he met your parents he whipped out formal spanish greeting, with Elle’s help of course, which immediately had your mother swooning. Papa took some getting used to but now Spencer was his son at heart.

When you found out you were pregnant with your little girl he made sure to get books in spanish as well. According to him the novelas you watched weren’t gonna do much to help but give her more of your sass.

But when she came into the world he was more than overjoyed hearing your cooing over her. The way her big brown eyes lit up hearing your voice in the mornings.

“Donde esta mi princessa hermosa,” you said switching off the sound machine in the nursery. Instantly you were met with the sound of tiny giggles immersing from the swaddle of yellow fluffy blankets in her crib.

Another thing Spencer told you was that talking to babies was key in helping develop their speaking and understanding skills. Of course there was a percentage to accompany the fact but you got the just of it.

“Vamos a despertar a papa,” you said lifting her up and running your fingers through the steady growing curls on the top of her head.

She instantly perked up at the mention of her dad. Gummy smile spread across her chubby cheeks.

“Es su cumpleaños hoy. Creo que tu eres el mejor regalo que le pudia ver dado,” you finished by rubbing your nose onto hers. She shrieked in laughter, her tiny hands grabbing onto your hair.

After giving her diaper a quick change and dressing her up in her favorite onesie which read ‘daddy’s genius’, of course gifted by the best god mother Penelope Garcia, you walked over to your bedroom.

She clung onto your earrings as you patted down the hall trying to make minimal noise and wake up Spencer. You opened the door to see him still sound asleep having come back from a case late at night.

He was laying on his back, head tilted to the side with one hand under the pillow and the other on his stomach. You watched the rise and fall of his steady breathe in the Halloween t-shirt he slept in.

You smiled at the hitch in Gloria’s breath seeing her daddy first thing in the morning. The way she wiggled her body in your arms just dying to see her favorite person.

You straddled his waist trying to keep your weight on your knees to not wake him up. You then placed Gloria on his chest and let her go to town. Her sloppy kisses on his cheeks woke him from his slumber.

He slowly opened his eyes and let the smile spread across his face, “Oh wow what a way to wake up,” he let out a giggle.

Spencer sat up and held her close to his face, peppering kisses all over her rosy cheeks.

“We wanted to give the best father in the world an early birthday gift. Huh G,” you said calling for the little girl.

She babbled away in agreement making both you and Spencer share a laugh. You got off from his lap and snuggled into his arms.

“Well gracias Gloria,” he said bopping her nose, “I appreciate the wake up.”

You pressed a kiss to his cheek and watched as the two interacted before getting up to make breakfast.

You left them in bed and went to the kitchen whipping up some pancakes and a bottle for Gloria. When things were finishing up you heard Spencer’s steps coming down the hall.

He sat her in the high chair next to the table and wrapped his arms around your waist as you plated the food.

“Thank you for the best birthday gift I could ever ask for. I love you so much Y/n, you guys make me the happiest man on earth.”

You turned and met him with a sweet kiss, “Love you so much more mi amore. You deserve every bit of happiness Spence.”

Your moment was brought to an end by tiny hands banging on the plastic tray of her high chair. You both shared a look of understanding before you sat in the chair next to Gloria’s.

Spencer sat across from you while the three of you shared breakfast together. Gloria’s attitude was quickly changed by the cut up pieces of pancake you let her munch on.

By the time you had finished breakfast she was ready to be bathed and have some playtime before her midday nap if she was to endure the fabulous party hosted by none other than Papa Rossi.

“I’ll clean up here, you give her a bath and get her ready,” you said taking Spencer’s plate.

“You cooked I can clean this up no problem,” he tried to argue.

“No no you guys have your daddy daughter time. Then you can read her a story before her nap,” you said nodding.

He smiled at you then picked her out of the high chair and leaned down to press a kiss to your cheek. You could hear him cooing and talking to her as they made their way down the hall.

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By 2pm you were getting ready to head to Dave’s house or Uncle Dave as he’s been more recently known. He agreed to host Spencer a little birthday party which consisted of the team and their kids.

After getting gloria dressed she was still fast asleep in her car seat and the ride to Dave’s was smooth with small talk and quiet music on the radio.

Spencer drove with his hand interlocked with yours in the middle, randomly pressing kisses to it during red lights.

“Mama y Papa called to wish you a happy birthday. It was when you were bathing G but they told me to relay the message,” you said playing with the scarf around his neck.

You could see the small blush creep on his face. Any mention of your parents thinking and caring for him hit really hard within him. They knew of his past and did their best to have him know he was truly a part of your family.

“I’ll make sure to call them tomorrow and say thank you. Maybe we can visit them soon, I know they miss Gloria and I really miss your mom’s cooking,” he said with a smile.

Arriving at David’s you were met with the door being ripped open by all the kids of the BAU. The boys were more than happy to wish their Uncle Spence a happy birthday and greet their little girl.

Since she was the only girl of the bunch they had sworn to protect her the best they could. Even if it wasn’t much now, when she got older they would definitely be her playground body guards.

Penelope and Derek then let you guys in and attacked you both in the biggest hugs imaginable.

“Oh hot mama I’ve missed you so much,” Garcia said swaying you back and forth.

“I’ve missed you more Garcia. We should round the girls up and get brunch sometime,” you said with a quirk in your lip.

She instantly lit up and grabbed your hand to take you to the rest of the BAU ladies. You looked back to see Spencer and Morgan laughing as they cooed over Gloria who was now waking up for her godfather.

The rest of the night went down smoothly with Gloria being passed around like a hot potato. Though she never minded, loving the attention from all her aunts and uncles.She was quite the stunner. Even getting Hotch to break character and indulge her in a wholesome game of pickaboo. 

A few games were played and stories were told but it was time to cut the cake before it reached anyone’s bedtime. 

You sat around Rossi’s yard, the candles reading 30 glowed under the October sky. You all sang and held smiles on your face as Spencer blew out his candles. Gloria bouncing on his lap happily around all the commotion. 

While he’d never admit it, you knew he actually didn’t wish for anything. Everything he could ask for was surrounding him at that very moment and he was more than content with the love of his favorite people.

translations

“Donde esta mi princessa hermosa,” - “Where is my pretty princess”

“Vamos a despertar a papa,” - “Lets go wake up dad”

“Es su cumpleaños hoy. Creo que tu eres el mejor regalo que le pudia ver dado,” - “It’s his birthday today. I think you are the best gift I could have ever given him”

[sleepywinchester]

Fool For You Pt. 8

Summary:  You are back in your hometown Freeridge to take care of your sister Jasmine and your father after being away for six years. You left Freeridge looking for a better life but in that process you had to let go of someone you loved. But you’re back and things are not the same but they sure feel like it.

Words: 2K+

Warnings: N/A

A/N: Hola!!!! Hope everyone is safe at home! This continues the story as a some sort of a series re-write. It won’t be something of all the episodes but the main ones of where Spooky appears. Hope you guys like this and always feel free to leave some feedback is so appreciated it.

This was supposed to be posted for Valentine's day but life happens and I ended up finishing this chapter 3 months later... lol

| MESSAGE BOX | HAPPY READING!!!

(english is not my first language, might be some typos around)

Title:  Happy Valentine's Day

Chapters: Uno - Dos - Tres - Cuatro - Cinco - Seis - Siete

Six years have passed since you spent Valentine's day with Oscar. The memories of the last one brought a lot of good and mischief feelings to your soul. He had just inherited his father's beautiful red car. Memories of the week prior to the festivities, all he talked about him taking you for a day trip to Santa Monica. A chuckle filled the space as you remembered when you both got caught having a making out section by the beach.

“What are you giggling about mamas?” Oscar’s deep voice brought you back to the present.

You turned around standing in the middle of the bathroom doorway, seeing him sitting by the edge of the bed. He was wearing a black tank and his khaki dickies. Leaning against the door frame with your electric pink toothbrush on hand you gazed at him and took the brush out to speak.

“I was reminiscing about our last Valentine's day together…” you smirked before placing the tooth brush inside your mouth.

Oscar instantly chuckled, “Santa Monica wasn’t ready for those dos traviesos teenagers.”

You took the brush out, turning back to spit out the toothpaste foam and have some water. “Those?” You said leaving the toothbrush on the counter and walked back to the room and stood in front of Oscar. He looked up, his hazel eyes piercing yours. “Baby we are still dos traviesos,” you said before kissing him.

He followed your lead within seconds, letting his body fall back on the bed. You continued kissing his hips as his hands traveled your body. “You got time?” Your eyes were looking at his as your hands were on his belt.

“Para ti? All the fucking time,” he smirked and then continued kissing him.

The morning activities had woken up a hunger for both of you. Oscar was speaking with some homies on the phone as you cooked scrambled eggs with bacon. They had some runs to make but deeply you hoped those didn’t take long. Out of nowhere the thought of Caesar crossed your mind and that you never heard him come home last night.

“Hey, have you seen-,”

Your words were cut by Caesar himself busting inside the house yelling.

“Hey! Hey! There’s a dude posted up outside!’

In a matter of seconds Oscar stood from the chair, grabbed the gun from on top of the counter and stormed outside. Your heart began to bump so fast, scared for both of them.

Quickly you grabbed the phone and began dialing Sad Eyes as you peeped from the window and instantly recognized who that man was.

“Oh shit,” you said, putting the phone down. Mr. Diaz has been in jail for almost a decade. You haven’t seen him since middle school when he got locked up. Oscar aura changed completely at the sight of his father. When he turned his body, you saw it on his eyes, he wasn’t happy his father was back. Mr. Diaz grabbed his duffel bag from the floor and crossed the street making his way towards the house.

“Babe?” You called him as he walked in. “When - How?”

Oscar shook his head groaning, “I have no fucking clue.”

You stood by the kitchen watching Mr. Diaz cautiously walk inside the house. His eyes roamed every inch of the space but when he spotted you, his eyes disappeared because of the big smile he gave you.

“Y/N,” he said.

You smiled back, “Hey Mr. Diaz…”

“I can see you two still together… Good.” He said looking at Oscar and you.

You smile awkwardly, “Yeah…”

Mr. Diaz picked up the awkwardness of the moment but decided to ignore it by walking around the kitchen and living room area. He admired the house as if it was an old museum.

You decided to walk around the living room and sit next to Oscar who was already sitting on the sofa with Caesar. You were right in the middle of the two brothers.

“So when did you get out?” Caesar asked, his voice had the tone of a 3 year old excited kid.

“Yesterday,” Mr. Diaz replied, still contemplating the house, “Looks kind of the same…” he said looking around, “doesn’t smell the same tho.”

You smiled proudly at his comment, “That would be my doing.“

“You live here?” He asked you.

Your eyes felt Oscar staring, it was obvious how he felt about his father being out of prison. He didn’t want him here but looking at his father, you really didn’t think he cared what Oscar thought or not. “Yeah.” You looked at your boyfriend. “I’ve added a couple things,” your sight went back to Mr. Diaz, “you know a bit of a female touch.”

“That’s good,”’he sat down across from the sofa. Mr. Diaz's eyes were locked on Oscar before switching them to his younger son. “You in school?” His Mexican accent was heavy and distinguished.

“Of course he is,” Oscar replied for his younger brother.

He looked at his older son, “How about you? Going to college?”

You saw Oscar raise an eyebrow, not believing the question he just got asked.

“Seriously?” Oscar said with unbelief.

“It's nice to see you,” Caesar told his dad, who just answered with a nod as he took a drag off his cigarette. “Do you have plans?”

“No,” he said, “just wanted to see you guys before I go to Bakersfield. Got a job lined up.”

“Caesar, you need to get to school,” Oscar said with his tone firm. You watched Caesar trying to give his older puppy eyes to let him stay but they didn’t work on him. Instead he rolled his eyes and grabbed his bag.

He was about to leave when he turned around. Caesar's body shook as he tried to figure out how to talk to his father. “Hey... Do you maybe I don’t know… wanna hang? After school?”

“Sure,” Mr. Diaz replied without much emotion.

Not being facial expressive in this family, the male Diaz didn’t show much emotion or even spoke much for that matter. You watched how Caesar smiled happily, for years Oscar was the only father figure to him. Meanwhile Oscar never really had a father figure.

“So where are you staying?” Oscar asked his father once his brother was out of the house.

He looked at his son replying before taking another dragg. “Here.”

In that moment Oscar stood up from the couch, you could feel how pissed off he was. You watched him walk towards the bedroom, leaving you alone with Mr. Diaz.

“He hates me,” he said with his voice low.

Another thing he had in common with his son was that his eyes spoke a thousand words.

You didn’t know how to speak to him or what to say, last time you saw this man was in 9th grade. “He-,” you cleared your throat, “I don’t know if he hates you or not… it's been years and honestly we haven’t talked about you in the past months.”

“Months?” he arched an eyebrow confused, “you two were inseparable when kids thought you were together all these years.”

“Not really,” you said standing up, “we broke up well-,” you shrugged, “I broke up with him when we graduated high school, I moved away for a couple years but I came back a couple months ago and now we are together again.”

Mr. Diaz nodded his head, “At least you found each other again.”

“Si…” you said getting distracted by a loud crash coming from the bedrooms, “Tengo que ir donde él… Hablamos más luego.”

The noise of bangs and things breaking became louder the more you reached the room. Once in front of the closed door, you took a big deep breath preparing yourself to see a very pissed off Oscar. Before you opened the door, the loud noises suddenly stopped. The first thing you noticed when you opened the door was all the broken glass on the floor. Your eyes scanned around the messy room until they met Oscar once again sitting by the edge of the bed in silence. Instantly you noticed the blood on his hands and had a small panic attack.

“Oscar!” You shouted quickly running into the bathroom for the first aid kit. This was one of the first things you bought when you moved in with him. You know that sooner or later you would need it and you weren’t wrong. Going back to him you knelt down between his legs, his eyes were stuck on the floor, filled with rage.

“Talk to me,” you looked into his eyes that were filled with suppressed tears. “Oscar… hablame.”

He hissed when you poured antiseptic over his cut, “Crap.”

“Exactly,” you glared at him, “Why were you breaking all this crap!?” Oscar rolled his eyes. “I saw that,” you told him as you continued to cover his cut.

“He hasn’t called or written for years and now he just comes back as if nothing ever happened?!” Oscar let out what was bothering him. “I-,” he clenched his jaw, “I hate him.”

“Don’t say that,” you looked into his eyes. “He- he wasn’t the best father but es tu papa.”

“I hate him, Y/N…” Oscar's eyes were full of rage.

You sighed, finishing up putting on the bandage and standing up. Today wasn’t supposed to be full of troubles from the past. It was supposed to be a chill day with your boyfriend. You were hoping to go on a date and have a normal Valentines day and you weren’t going to have less. Oscar and you needed an escape from the real world. “Let’s get out of here,” you told him.

He looked at you confused, “Que?”

“Let’s get out of here,” you said again, “is Valentine’s day for fucks sake. I am not letting your father’s return ruin this day.”

You could see how the rage in his eyes slowly burned out at the same time a small smirk formed on the corner of his lips. He sighed looking away for a second before standing up and holding you close.

“Tienes razon,” he said, “let’s get out of here.”

Both changed into new clothes and made an overnight bag. There weren’t plans made for today but you and Oscar were big fans of spontaneity. Something would come up and honestly being away from home sounded like a great idea at this moment. Oscar texted his brother letting him know he was going to be out for a day. You chuckled when he out-loud said “don’t do anything stupid” as he typed.

“You know that’s practically impossible,” you told him. The breeze of the coast made your hair fly with the air as your extremely hot man drove. “Those chamacos go from one stupid thing to another,” you continued, “we weren’t like that.”

“We were too busy having sex,” Oscar said, “in this car.”

You chuckled quickly looking at the backseat and reminiscing, “Ah, the old days but I’m pretty sure Caesar and Monse are doing something.”

Oscar’s face instantly looked so disgusted, “I don’t want to talk about this.”

You chuckled, “Es la verdad.”

“They broke up,” Oscar said.

“How many times did we break up cuando eramos chamacos?”

“Too many fucking times,” he let out.

Once again you chuckled, “And we always ended up back together… Those two are the fucking same.”

He smirked, deep down he was happy his little brother had someone. His eyes found yours again, “Where are we going?”

“There is this small inn by Santa Monica. The reviews said it is the perfect couples getaway.” You finished the sentence with a flirtatious wink. “We can be more traviesos.”

“I hope Caesar doesn’t get in any trouble while we’re down here,” he let out.

You caressed the back of Oscar's neck, smiling when he let his shoulders relax at your touch. “Everything is going to be fine,” you told him. “My sister is hanging out with them and if anything happens, we will be the first to know. Now can you just give me your all devoted attention and don’t think about your brother and his crazy friends…” You kissed his lips.

Oscar looked at your eyes for a second before turning his focus back to the road. For the rest of the hour you tried your best to take Oscar's mind off his father and his brother.

/ / /

“This is fucking nice,” Oscar let out putting his duffel bag on top of the white bed.

You chuckled, “Look at the view.”

He stood by you on the window holding you by the waist and taking in the beautiful sight of the beach. “Thank you,” he whispered in your ear.

“For what?” you smiled.

“You make everything better,” he said, “if it wasn’t for you this day would have fucking sucked but you… you made it better.”

It was a rare thing for him to be so spoken of his feelings but God how much you loved it when these unusual moments happened. Without hesitating you kissed his lips.

“I got an idea,” he stopped kissing you. “We need to get ready.”

You certainly loved surprises and even more when coming from him. For tonight you decided to wear a white dress with high heel sandals. You wore your hair natural just like your make up only adding a bright red lipstick.

“Wow,” you let out when you saw Oscar walking out of the bathroom. He was wearing a white button long sleeve shirt and khaki pants with his converse. You smiled taking in how handsome he looked. “You look hot.”

He smiled for you, “Tu tambien mamas’,” he walked around you, “I’m so lucky.”

You got closer to him, “Yes you are,” kissing him.

He held your hand as you two walked through the streets of Santa Monica. The fresh air coming from the ocean was salty and so pleasant. You followed Oscar lead down the streets until you two got to a small restaurant by the beach.

“Una mesa para dos,” Oscar spoke to the hostess.

She smiled and showed you two the way to a small table outside. The sounds of the waves in the background played better than any song. There was a small candle on the table, lighting bright enough to see Oscar’s eyes on you. Moments like this when there could be a million people around and his eyes were always on you. These were the moments you felt like the only woman in this world.

“This is nice,” you told him, “unusual for us but nice.”

“Our usual dates involve shrimp tacos and watching movies at home,” he said reading the menu.

“I love those dates too,” you said.

Instantly he looked up from the menu and winked giving you a small smirk. “But sadly those are postponed until nuevo aviso because my father decided to just come home after a fucking decade.”

You sighed, “Oscar can we just forget about your dad for one night?”

“You’re right,” he sighed, “Perdon.”

“He told me he thinks you hate him,” you couldn’t help but ignore your own words and talk about his father. Instantly he shot a ‘are you serious?’ glare at you. Innocently you shrugged, “Sorry pero you started.”

“I do hate him,” he said with no remorse.

“Why?”

Oscar put the menu to the side, leaning backwards and crossing his arms onto his chest. “I wrote letters to him,” he began to say. You could feel the sadness in his tone, “for years I wrote and called… You know what I got in return? Nothing.” He placed both of his elbows on the table, holding his hands onto a tight fist. You placed your hand on top of his, “When he left I was a kid but I had to grow up and be a father for my little brother without knowing what a father was. Maybe if he had kept contact or replied to my letter maybe I wouldn’t have turned out so fucked up but he didn’t and here I am… A fucking mess.”

“Hey,” you hold his chin up, “we’re all a fucking mess but it’s just life, you did the best you could and Caesar has turned out good.”

Oscar clenched his jaw, “I guess… I only had one normal while growing up though.”

“What?” You were curious about what his answer would be.

His eyes disappeared into a thin line as his smile grew bigger, “You.”

You giggled with happiness, “Baby I ain’t that normal.”

“You are,” he holds your hand softly caressing it, “I love you.”

You leaned forward kissing his perfect lips and whispering, “I love you too.”

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Or Nah, O. Diaz

Summary: You spend the night teasing Oscar and he ends up putting you in your place.

warning: s m u t (18+) 🥵, bratty!Reader

word count: 2k

requested by: @aneitii

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Nothing can beat a Friday night and good company. Especially when it’s those two things at the Santos house. The usuals have filled the backyard and the music is bumping. Everyone is having a good time, everyone except you.

The night didn’t start this way but as Oscar spent more time giving his attention to his compas rather than you it began to irritate you beyond belief. Granted, you can be a bit a brat when it comes to having his attention, tonight he knows that he’s upsetting you with it. And two can play at that game. 

“Hey, I’m gonna be right back. It’s way too hot for these jeans.” You excuse yourself from the group of ladies you were drinking with to head into the house. The mischievous grin spreading across your face like a Cheshire cat.

You dig through the drawer you have as yours in Oscar’s dresser. Shuffling through the stack of bottoms to find what you were looking for and when you spot it, you internally squeal.

A perfect ploy to get your man’s attention and keep it on you, and you only.

The air is cooler as you step back out into the bustling backyard and immediate eyes are set on you. The pencil skirt, tight and short on your thighs and doing nothing but good things for your behind.

“Damn mama!” If everyone’s attention wasn’t on you then, Joker saying something has got it now. He holds a fist to his mouth and inhales at the sight of your smooth legs exposed.

Oscar’s eyes land on you and he can’t deny the twitch he felt in his pants especially when you had your back to him. He clears his throat loudly which signals everyone to take their eyes off you. Everyone knows how territorial Oscar is when it comes to you.

You walk pass Oscar, his eyes trained on you the entire time despite the people around him trying to strike up conversation. “Man, that is much better. Does it look okay?” The girls hype you up with oh’s and ah’s especially when you turn to show them your plump behind, looking over your shoulder to get a look yourself and you don’t miss the look Oscar is giving you, has been giving you.

He isn’t the type of guy to slip away to go fuck when he is hosting a party, which is why you are enjoying every second of this. Looking this nice in the skimpy outfit knowing that it will rile him up until everyone is gone.

After some conversation with a few people, Oscar whistles to get your attention. You look over at him and he tips his head for you to make your way over to him, you tilt your head to the side and mouth ‘no’ to him.

Oscar’s face contorts to irritation as you just smile and walk further away from him. The game you’re playing is a dangerous one and you know it too. Once you came across a post on IG saying, ‘Piss him off now, so he can fuck you harder later.’ The post circulating in your mind.

You start to think how rough he’ll be with you. How he’ll feel every inch of your body and kiss all the visible skin leaving marks to let his homies who you belong to. Despite your headstrong nature of independence, it’s something about belonging to someone that turns you on. The thoughts going right to your heat and you squeeze your thighs together. 

As the party begins to die down and more people leave, you begin to feel the excitement course through your veins. Your eyes scan the backyard for Oscar but you can’t find him until you turn and bump into a body.

“Homies starting to leave.” He states the obvious and you pretend to look around like you haven’t noticed, “And you’ve been a brat tonight. You know exactly what you were doing putting that on, sucia.” He dips his head down until his mouth is next to your ear when he whispers that last word, breath hitting the side of your neck.

Your eyes close for a brief moment as you feel his body heat move away from you. He smirks as he stretches with his arms above his head and his skin peeps through below his flannel, his happy trail poking out and oh, you can’t explain how much you love to see it.

Oscar wipes his hand over his mouth and looks around before closing the space between you. Your face nearly against his chest as his moves his hand between your nearly touching bodies. It moves at the bottom of your skirt and his fingers brush against the lace fabric of your underwear.

When you feel the feather touches you recoil and grab his hand to move away. Oscar is never one for public displays of affection, always said that was for little kids like his brother and girlfriend. He hums when you look up at him.

“If your ass isn’t on the bed in 5, I’ll make you watch another hyna suck me off while you’re tied down to the bed.” You’re breathless as he spews out the filthy words.

It’s almost like the speed of sound that you are entering the bedroom. You step in slowly as you see the light of the conjoined bathroom shine under the door. A huff from your nose as you crawl on the bed, waiting for the unknown.

Oscar comes out with a towel dangerously low around his hips. You lay back with your knees up, swaying side to side and a finger between your teeth. He’s standing at the foot of the bed, as he leans forwards to rest his now balled up fist on top the sheets. His muscles bulging as well.

You open your legs, letting the skirt rise up towards your hips. The finger in your mouth now being suckled on like a ice pop on a hot day. With it coated with your saliva you bring it between your legs and into your panties that now sport a wet spot. “Mhmm,” You moan as you fingers begin to assault the swollen bud, so sensitive and yearning for Oscar’s touch.

He grabs your ankles to pull you to the bottom of the bed roughly, a little squeal escaping you. He keeps his hold on you as he pushes your legs apart, looking down at your wet, but clothed pussy. Oscar licks his lips as he pulls your panties to side, running his finger through your glistening slit. The feeling immensely pleasurable.

“This what I had to look forward to all night?” 

Oscar’s eyes darken as they meet yours. This is the Oscar you want in the bed, the relentless one. The one who runs shit just as Spooky does. He lets your ankles go and grabs your hips roughly, lifting you off the bed and over on your stomach. Before you can push yourself up on all fours, he pushes your head down into the bed.  

His hard member covered by the towel pressing against your ass, you giggle as your wiggle your hips. Oscar pushes your skirt up and your panties down  around your knees. Your ass high up in the air, face down into the bed. Buzzing with excitement to be filled to the hilt with his delicious cock but your met with his mouth instead.

His tongue running from your clit all the way to your anus. You moan as he licks every inch of your bottom, tongue penetrating into your entrance. “O-oh, yes. That’s what I’m fucking talking about. Eat my fucking ass, babe.”

Oscar lets you call the shots for a second as he feels your body getting ready for a release. You’re a moaning mess as he attacks your nub, your kitty dripping with arousal and his saliva. The suddenly it stops just as you feel the knot forming.

You groan in frustration which makes Oscar chuckle. “What? You didn’t get to cum? Tough shit. See what happens when you be tease all night. I can tease too.” Oscar has a smug look on his face as you roll onto your back and fly a pillow towards him which he dodges.

The towel that was on his waist has since fallen off and his hard cock is standing and looking oh so ready to ruin you but Oscar is deciding to play this tease game with you.

“Uh, just fuck me!” You groan and cross your arms, legs crossed to get some kind of friction. And despite wanting to drag this tease game along, Oscar couldn’t resist you long. He loved how your body ached for him and how impatient you got wanting him.

He smiles at you and climbs in between your legs, dipping his head low to plant kisses on your shoulder then to your neck. Suckling at the skin and sinking his body into yours.

“Too much clothes, nena.” You let him pull you shirt over your head but he grasps it tightly around your wrists. He uses one of his hands as extra restraint to keep your arms pinned above you.

He pulls your underwear off your legs and wastes no time to push his member into your aching pussy. The gasp from you only adds to his neediness for a release. You’re beginning to squirm under him. You want to dig your nails into his skin and mark him up.

Oscar moves his hips slowly at first and at an angle, hitting the spot that sends a tingle through your entire body. Then his pace picks up and your skins are slapping together. “Fuuuuck, pussy so fuckin’ good.” 

He is melting right into you, pace quick like a piston. You’re panting as he penetrates deeper with every thrust. You begin to squeeze your muscles when he fills you to the hilt.

You look at him and try to break from his grasp but he only holds you down tighter. He brings his hand between your bodies and begins to rub your throbbing clit, adding to the pleasure and nearly tipping you over the edge. This fuels you, “I wanna ride.”

He smirks and releases his hold on your wrists. You quickly shake off your top that he left to bond your wrists together quickly and you push him off you. He falls to your side and you pull your bandeau off, letting your breast bounce out.

You climb on top and reach back to guide his cock enough to let you sink back on it. Now bringing your hands to plant on his chest, you hips begin to move in circular motions then you start to bounce, the feeling so good, your creamy arousal is running down his shaft.

“I ain’t lasting long like this.”

“Me either.”

Your head falls back and you move your hips front to back, side to side on top him. The pace faster and faster as each second goes by. Oscar sees how into it you are. He takes the opportunity to overtake you.

He pushes his knees up to hit your ass and causes you to be taken by surprise and fall over forward onto his chest. His arms wind behind you to pin you down when his hips buck up at a mind blowing pace. His cock ramming up into you. Oscar is beginning to moan louder.

You bite his shoulder to suppress the overwhelming feeling that is soon to explode in you. The knot forming to breaking as you orgasm, “Fuck,papi, Keep going, cum inside me.”

“You know I will, I’m gonna fill you up, put a baby in you.”

Oscar grips you tighter and groans loudly as his hot seed spurts in you, his thrust not stopping and his cum beginning to drip down his shaft and onto his balls. You are withering mess now. His pace finally slowing down.

You’re unable to move, your skins glued together by sweat and lust.

“Jesus, babe.” You finally muster the energy to fall off him, you’re both laying there trying to catch your breaths. He only laughs and brings his hand to cup your mound, rubbing your clit to tease you. Your legs automatically close at the sensitivity

He keeps his hand there, “What are you doing down there?”

“Making sure my cum stays inside, I told you I’m giving you a baby and I meant it, bebecita.”

[comicnerd557]

Stray Kids as Teachers!!

Bang Chan

Definitely the music teacher

Type of teacher that is super caring

Anyone can talk to him about anything

Offers life advice

Mostly good, sometimes joking

“Pay your taxes and don’t drink and drive.”

Finger guns

Tries to use young people slang

Fails even though he himself is super young

Keeps pictures of his dog on his desk at all times

“Mr.Bang, who’s that?” Points at picture of Barry

He then goes into Barry’s life story, slowly gaining an audience of other students

Every kid has a crush on him

It’s a rite of passage at this point

“Have you seen his ass?” “Duh, who hasn’t?”

Lee Know

The tired art teacher

Has sass battles with his students

Winner gets some candy

He almost always gets the candy

Plays movies once a week

Thinks everyone deserves to relax

Super chill with what students want to create

After all, art is personal

Not at all harsh with grading

Sneaks his cats into the school sometimes

Gets caught, claims they’re there to be models

Almost always has music playing

Students go to him when they need someone to vent to

Gives somewhat violent advice so.... Don’t take it

Everyone wonders when he’ll get with Mr.Han

There’s bets going

Even staff are in on it

Mr.Bang started the bets

Seo Changbin

Everyone’s favorite gym teacher

Specializes his class for students' needs

For example, the asthmatic doesn’t have to run laps, instead, they do some weight lifting

Stresses the importance of warmups and cool downs

Thursdays are pool days

Everyone worships Thursday, as shirtless Mr.Seo is quite the sight

Fridays are fun days

Students pick whatever they want to do that day

Even group nap time has been approved once or twice

He is the best spotter

Have you seen his arms?

Can be frequently found bothering Mr.Kim

Always wearing a tank top. Always

If students aren’t feeling well, he lets them take a nap in his office

Has a special cot with soft blankets and pillows he bought himself

Does not tolerate students making fun of their peers

Has the record for the most detentions given in one day

The class ganged up one on kid who wasn’t good at the sport, so they all got detention

The kid got a free soda of their choice

Hwang Hyunjin

Drama instructor

Specializes in helping students put emotion into their lines

Musicals are his favorite

He makes the Choreo himself

Kind of strict about it ngl

Still understanding somewhat

Just... Not as much as he could be

Basically a mom to his drama kids

Gets told all the tea

The Gretchen Weiners of the staff

He knows whats happening with literally every student

Has shown up hungover a few times, just lets the student directors take charge

Will fight for the theatre department to get more funding

Makes some of the costumes himself

Talented boi

Tries to modernize everything

“Listen, I know Hamilton takes place in the boring times, but Jefferson needs some shades.”

KING of improve

Actually an amazing actor

Blows everyone's minds

Like, yeah, he’s goofy and hot, and he LOVES spilling the tea, but holy shit can he do Shakespeare

Leaves the school at exactly 3:30 PM, unless there’s practice

Has stayed till 11:30 PM once

His students worship him, trust me

Han Jisung

The cheery Kindergarten teacher whos energy rivals the kids

His classroom is an explosion of color

Loves his kiddos

Is great at calming upset little ones

Works incredibly hard

Every other teacher thinks his classroom is a total mess

Blocks everywhere, paints on every table, and nap time mats still out

If you look closely, he does have a system

Only pink paint on this table

The mats are in a specific corner

The blocks are for the kids to make words whenever they understand how to spell something

Big fan of the reward system

Has had many kids call him Dad before

Parents love him so much

Their kids come home rambling about their teacher who taught them the alphabet and they can count to five now!

His kids are pretty much little geniuses

Gets sick so often since he works with little kids

Makes sure his sub is fun

Also make sure the sub isn’t as fun as him so the kids still like him best

Found in Mr.Lee’s art room… way too much

Lee Felix

The school’s therapist

His room is the definition of Happy Yet Zen

Light yellows, pinks, and blues fill the room

Basically a pillow fort

Has a scent diffuser and let’s the student pick the essential oil 

Walks around school with a happy smile always

We know he’s Stay’s sunshine, but he’s now the students

Has a wall of cheesy jokes for students who just need something to make them laugh

Let’s students show him their special interests with no complaints

Gets into almost all of them himself, just to bond with the kids

If the kids just need somewhere to calm down, his room is almost always open

Need a twenty minute nap? He’ll put on some calming sounds and supply the pillows and blankets

The type of teacher who gives gifts to his senior students when they graduate

Always ready to show students music he thinks will help them

The other teachers love him because he brings baked goods once a week

Doesn’t care if students swear in front of him

Kim Seungmin

Middle school English teacher

Students are lowkey scared of him

But they still enjoy him alot

He frequently roasts students and other teachers alike

“Mr.Bang said he’s the best producer? Next person to have his class, tell him to check his ego.”

His favorite time is independent reading time

Mainly cause the kids know to be quite

Heaven forbid someone interrupt his reading

Every time they finish a book, the movie is played

It’s a nice break for everyone

It’s also a break for him

It’s tiring being that sassy all the time

Pretty strict grader when it comes to essays

Only because he goes over what to do super thoroughly and even a baby could do it truly

You think he wants to grade a 7 page paper? No

4 Pages maximum

Definitely has favorites

Tries his best not to show it

Everyone knows

Loves the quiet kids in the back who love reading

Reminds him of himself at that age

Ya know, a whole 5 years ago

Mr.Seo shows up in his classroom all the time, just to mess with him

The kids love it

Yang Jeongin

 The other kindergarten teacher

The admins of the school put the quieter, more nervous kids into his room

Jeongin has a very gentle personality when it comes to kids

The shy ones tend to flock to him

His classroom closely resembles a herd of sheep

Just a bunch of baby sheep hiding behind protective mama sheep

Super calm, but someone messes with his kids?

He’ll fuck you up homie

While Mr.Han’s classroom is an explosion of bright colors, Mr.Yang’s is more pastels

Parents are amazed as their kids slowly open up

Seriously, sudden their super shy kiddo has like, five other super shy friends and won’t stop rambling about  their cool teacher

Prefers a quieter way of teaching, unlike Jisung

Gentle nursery rhymes, soft blankets, no dance parties

Even though him and Mr.Han are polar opposites, they’re best friends

He calms the excitable teacher, and Han brings out his energy

It’s always funny watching the two classes interact

It’s like watching a sheep and fucking golden retriever interact

When the two classes go to gym?

Mr.Seo is in for a treat

One side of the class is screaming like madmen while running around, their teacher joining them

The other is calmly waiting for instructions on the line

Not that Mr.Han’s class is badly behaved, just… energetic

Mr.Yang just chills in the back of the gym, working on some lesson plans while his kids get their limited energy out

Nap times are the best

He sometimes joins in, but shhh, don’t tell the other teachers

Only Chris knows, and has a million photos of Mr.Yang napping at his desk while his students sleep soundly

[breanime]

Theoretically if rio's cute neighbour, the one that watched his son, was being harassed by an ex or just some creepy guy. What would rio do?

So you can find the first neighbor headcannon list here. Also, this headcannon list got long as hell... haha, sorry?

*gif not mine*

Rio had been out of town for the last week, handling business

He’d texted you to let you know he’d be back soon--

--partly to be a good neighbor, and partly cause he wanted to see you

The two of you weren’t dating, but there was definitely something between you

(sexual tension)

And Rio was eager to see where it would go

He walked down the hall to his apartment, his bag slung over his shoulder, glad to be back in his own space

Then he saw your door

The wood was cracked, as if someone had punched it or something, and Rio stopped dead in his tracks

He knocked on your door, eyebrows knitted

You answered with a bat in your hands

“Huh...” Rio said, eyes roaming your body--from your tense posture to the bat in your hands to the tired, exhausted look in your eyes. “... Rough week without me, mama?”

“Oh, Rio,” you sighed, and Rio watched your body relax, “Sorry. I was just--”

“Expecting someone else?” He asked, walking into your apartment. 

He dropped his bag at the foot of the couch and turned to you, frowning

Rio watched as you locked both locks on the door behind him; he’d been in your place about 100 times now, and he’d never seen you do that before

“Yeah, kind of...” You answered. “How was your trip?”

“Fine,” he answered, sticking his hands in his pockets, “but I don’t wanna talk about that right now. Let’s talk about you.” He titled his head. “What’s going on here?”

You sighed again, and Rio wanted to hold you. You were stressed, and he longed to fix it

“I’ve just...” You crossed your arms, hugging yourself. “I don’t want to bother you with it.”

Rio took a few steps forward, until he was in front of you. He eyed you seriously. Someone so beautiful, he thought, shouldn’t look so sad. Not when he was around to help. 

“Bother me,” he said softly, his voice firm but low

“Last year...” You began, looking down. “...I dated this guy, and he was just...” You shook your head. “He was an ass. We broke up, and I never heard from him again... till a week ago... The night before you left.”

Rio’s eyes narrowed; he remembered that night. He’d taken you out for drinks before his trip, spending the night smiling and laughing with you. He’d gotten a call in the middle of it, and when he came back to the table, he saw a man walking away. But you hadn’t said anything about it, and you seemed fine, so he didn’t ask about it.

“The guy from the restaurant...” Rio said, nodding to himself. “That’s your ex.”

“He saw us out, and when you stepped away, he came up to me--but all he did was say hi. He wasn’t weird or aggressive or anything,” you said back, “But then he... I guess he found out where I lived...”

“Yeah,” Rio licked his lips, “that his handy work on the door?”

“Yeah,” you nodded back, “Every day since that night, he’s been calling me nonstop and showing up here, pounding on the door. I called the cops, but they said there’s nothing they can do unless he actually hurts me, so--”

“I got you,” Rio said, grabbing his bag 

He turned to go, but you held onto his arm.

“What are you gonna do?” You asked, eyes wide.

He looked down at you

On one hand, he could lie to you, keep up the polite charade that he made his money the legal way, that his business was simply in “providing capital” like he’d told you once before. The two of you hadn’t ever explicitly discussed what he did, but Rio knew you knew his vague descriptions of his business were just that: pointedly vague

But on the other hand... he could tell you the truth. Maybe you’d be cool with it.

Or maybe you’d shy away and turn from him. 

Either way, he was going to handle this for you, but he couldn’t deny--

--he wanted you to be ok with it. With him. For some reason, as Rio looked down at you, he saw something special, something that made him feel protective of you, something beyond the lust and friendly affection he had for you

When he looked at you, he saw a partner

 “I’ma tell him that the next time he so much glances up at this apartment,” Rio answered evenly, “I’m gonna put a bullet between his eyes. And if he doesn’t like that, I’ll put him down then and there.”

“You... You’d do that for me?” You asked, pretty eyes wide

“I’d of had this handled already if you would’ve told me before,” he confessed, reaching out to cup your face in his hand, “but since I’m here now, I’ll handle it personally.” He leaned down, his mouth just inches from yours. Rio wanted to kiss you so badly, he felt the desire in every part of him with you so close. “Stay here,” he told you, “I’ll be back in a few hours.”

He didn’t move, though, and neither did you.

Your hand flexed on his bicep, wanting to bring him even closer. “Rio, I...thank you.”

He smirked. “Don’t thank me yet.” He leaned in closer, about to say something else

And then you kissed him

Rio had kissed a lot of women in his life (a lot...like a lot a lot...)

But never had a pair of lips felt so good against his own. 

Rio’s arms wrapped around you, and he silently marveled at how perfectly you fit against him. He titled his head, slipping his tongue into your mouth, and you moaned into him. 

Chuckling, Rio’s hands went to your waist, and he led you towards the couch

You took a hold of his collar and dragged him down onto the couch with you, your legs wrapping around his waist as he laid on top of you

“Baby,” he chuckled into your lips, “I gotta go.”

“I know,” you said back, grinning, “I just need a few more minutes...”

He laughed. “For what?” He asked, even as he dipped his head down to start kissing your neck. The little sounds you made when his lips ghosted against your skin were driving him wild. 

...the ex might have to wait a bit.

Rio was kissing your collarbones while lifting up your shirt when a loud band sounded behind him

You jumped, but Rio just turned lazily, one eyebrow raised

“It’s him,” you whispered, and when Rio looked down at you, he could see the fear in your eyes

This, he decided, would be the last time you would ever look like that

“Relax,” he said, his voice low and calm. He leaned down and kissed you sweetly, and he felt you relax under his touch. “I got this. Just stay here,  mi bonita chica.”

Rio got up, kissing the top of your head as you sat up, and reached down into his bag.

“Y/N,” the banging was louder now, “I’m not playing with you--open this damn door right now!”

Rio grinned--it would be his pleasure

Rio opened the door and leaned on the doorway, a lazy smirk on his face. “Hey,” he greeted the man, “you know this is a private residence?”

The man blinked, taking a step back, and Rio chuckled. He knew this type: big, loud, and bad--until someone badder came around. 

“Wh--what the hell are you doing here...?” The man asked, craning his neck to try to peek into the apartment. 

“Yo,” Rio stood up straight, shaking his head, “What you lookin’ for? Huh?” He stepped up, and your ex stepped back again. “Y/N?” He asked. “She ain’t your concern no more, homie. I am.”

“I--I don’t--”

“Oh,” Rio chuckled, “That’s right, I’m sorry. I haven’t introduced myself.” He whipped out his gun, pointing it directly at the guy’s paling face. “I’m Rio. I’m the man Y/N’s currently seeing, and she wanted me to let you know that this shit,” he waved the gun, the smile no longer on his face, and the man backed up into the wall, eyes wide with terror, “Is done with. You stop callin’, you stop comin’ around, and you definitely stop trying to intimidate her into talkin’ to you. Matter of fact,” Rio went on, “the next time you see her, you better get the fuck away, cause if I hear about you even breathing in the same space as her again,” he stepped up and pressed the golden gun into the guy’s forehead, “I can’t promise I’ll stay this controlled. Is that understood?”

The ex nodded, looking like a bobblehead with his huge eyes “I---”

“No no no,” Rio smiled, “don’t speak.” He glanced back at you, you were standing in front of the couch now, watching. “You got any cash on you?”

He nodded

“Great,” Rio said brightly, “let’s see it.”

The guy reached into his pocket and took out his wallet, handing it over to Rio

“Mm...” Rio eyed his ID, memorizing the name and address for later use. “This looks like just enough to cover the cost of repairing the door,” he said, taking out a wad of bills, “and a lil extra for emotional damage.”

Rio threw the wallet back at your ex, who caught it, eyes never leaving the gun in Rio’s hand

“Okay now...” Rio grinned. “Run.”

He didn’t have to say it twice, your ex scurried away so quickly, that he fell half-way down the hall and just crawled into the elevator. If Rio didn’t know any better, he’d say he smelt piss in the hall now...

Rio closed your door, tossing the gun--which was empty--onto his bag on the floor

He turned to you, laughing when you launched yourself into his arms

“Thank you,” you said, your head buried in his chest, “thank you, thank you, thank you--”

“I told you,” he said, smiling down at you, “I got you. And yo, I was thinkin’...” He held up the cash. “...why don’t you use this on some self-defense lessons, just for fun?”

“But what about the door?”

“Ah, baby,” he leaned down, kissing you, “that’s what we got a super for!”

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[lilacheart30]

Suddenly have a thought about the returning spirits, so I wrote it out as a story:

Return Of the Homies

With the quest givers, it’s just another boring day of work.

In ark, you see a hoard of silhouettes storming in the entrance, leaving trails of footprints and dusts flying in the air behind them. You wonder, what could that be as it’s been a while since you’ve seen this many people coming in ark at the same time.

As the silhouettes move closer, your eyes glistened. Could that be? No, impossible! The familiar scent of herbs, the pungent smell of potions, the aromatic smell of spices and white mushrooms, and the smell of oil paint too! It must be!

“HEEEEYYYY! CAN YOU HEAR ME HOMIE?! ITS YOUR CRAB DUDE! REMEMBER MY CRAB DANCE?!

“Crab Walker! I can’t believe it!” said the quest giver

“WE’RE BACK BROTHER ENCHANTMENT!” Voices of two ladies rung in your ears from a closing distance

“HOW’S IT GOING KID!” An old, familiar voice too

“MISS ME? I BET YOU DID— ARGH DAMN IT STOP PECKING ME ALREADY YOU AVIANS” An annoying voice, but it definitely brought tears to your eyes

Finally, their faces became as clear as the day. Or maybe not, your overflowing tears blurred your vision after all.

“SURPRISE!!!”

Quite a surprise, but a welcoming one.

Two realms away, a lonely figure bathed in the sunlight as they watched the mantas fly freely together in the skies. The sounds of the waterfalls nearby reminds you of laughter somehow, which had not been heard for ages.

Little did you know, laughter would fill the islands in no time as a manta noticed the return of six travellers waving to them, as if implying the manta to carry them down to the lonely figure on the main island.

“I can’t wait to see mama again!”

“Don’t we all? Mama was so lonely here even when the two of us came to visit. Also, GEYSERS HERE I COME!”

“Man I miss chilling in the sun here, oh and those nasty little crabs were quite the delicacy too!”

“I wonder how’s my jellyfishes doing.”

“I hope my shell collections are still here, I can’t find it anywhere in my luggage! Must’ve forgotten about it before we left.”

“Tch, why do we even leave here in the first place! Even if I hate the sunlight, the mountains, the mantas, everything here, that doesn’t mean I want to go!” Said the hiking grouch angrily.

“Oh we all know you love everything here, you’re just too shy to admit it isn’t it?”

“Shut up sunbather!” Said the hiking grouch as his face blushed into a shade of red.

One realm away, in the dark and eerie caves filled with murals no one understood, a tall figure with mask that resembles a wolf, or a jackal stands by a pile of stacked rocks with symbols on every one of them.

“Sigh, if only those four are here with me, we could’ve tried out some funny stage plays together like how we used to.”

(Inspired by these discord messages)

“Seriously? We came all the way back here and that’s all you have to say for us Jackal-face?”

“What the— Water prophet!”

“Did someone polish the floors of my air trial properly? Oh and the geysers too! Can’t risk the air trapped cause the kids can’t fly high enough!”

“Don’t forget me as well! Your prophets are all back! I hope my earth trial is in good condition as well, after all...”

“We’re ready to put more kids through the trials! Oh and how’s my worms doing? Did you feed them well?”

Now let’s move another three realms back, in a village covered in snow with frozen lakes.

“I wonder how’s my baby doing? Is she having fun skating around the world? Brrr, it’s getting cold here too. I wonder when will I get a cape.”

“Here’s a cape for you, my friend!” Said a silvery voice, as a familiar, fluffy, blacks and red cape adorned with white spots wraps you up.

“Ohh! You startled me! Wait, aren’t you—”

“Incoming delivery!” A red figure skates out from the alleys of the villages, crashing into the arms of the lady.

“Postman!”

Nearby, you hear the melody of a stringed instrument approaching, accompanied with the smell of sake.

“Dancing performer!”

“It is I, indeed!”

“Oh my! Everyone is here! What about my sweet little girl?”

“Mama!” A sweet voice, accompanied with the warmth of two arms wraps you up from behind.

Back in a treehouse, a child sobbed in the torch lit basement.

“I mustn’t cry, I must be a brave guest giver right? Right? I—”

Out of nowhere, footsteps of many approached the treehouse

“Hey, wheres quest giver? I thought he’d be in the treehouse?” Said a girl with green ribbons in her hair.

“Maybe he went picking flowers to welcome us?” Said a girl with flowers in her hair innocently.

“Hmm, I don’t see his trumpet or even his shadow here. The hoops are safely stored away too. He must be away right now.”

“I searched the gardens, the plants have been watered but he isn’t there either.”

“Oh no! He must be lost on his way back here! There’s no way he’s away for so long that we missed him!”

“That jerk! Bet he’s partying with the grown-ups! Imagine all the good food he’s having with them!”

They’re back?

Scolding student: “Say, Why not we hold a surprise party for him while he’s away right now?”

Scaredy Cadet: “It’s not a bad idea, but we don’t know when he will be back!”

Chuckling Scout: “It doesn’t matter if we are fast enough! I’ve already put up all the hoops and readied the pool party!”

Daydream forester: “Ooo great job! But what about the snacks?”

Marching Adventurer: “That isn’t something to worry! We have some snacks stored back at our treehouse!”

Scolding student: “Perfect! Now all that’s left is preparations for our sleepover party! You two! Go grab our blankets back at your treehouse!”

Daydream Forester and Chuckling Scout: “Aye aye, Captain!”

“You, stay here and ready the hammocks with me!”

Scaredy Cadet: “Aye aye captain!”

As everyone went their ways, quest giver slowly creeped out of the basement, in an attempt to not spoil the surprise his friend planned for him. Luck for him, they were too busy to notice anything. He decided to hide in the trees, and observe his friends before they finished all their preparations.

Tried my best to write a story in my mind, hope you enjoyed it!

[modawg]

other things to remember :)

soft edition

percy likes gardening and would have stayed on calypsos island if everything else wasn’t going on

percy started a garden for calypso and talked about how his mom wanted to have a garden so he’s probably really good

percy drools and talks in his sleep

percys got that cottage core idea but the sk8ter boy look

percy loves giving love (not like that nasties)— he likes giving hugs to ppl he cares about and giving forehead kisses/cheek kisses

✨💖forehead kisses🧚🏻‍♂️🥺

percy blushes a lot and gets really flustered

percy takes time out of his day/night to help sea animals from where their hurt or stuck

percy calls grover g-man (he likes giving/ calling ppl by nicknames)

hes a mamas boy and will do anything for his mom

respect women juice is the liquid he was born bending

he will deck rude and ignorant ppl even if he knows them

percys really good at making friends with little kids/kids always look up to him (meg nico that girl in new rome i forget her name lucy ? etc)

percy is a trophie wife/would be 1000% fine with being annabeths trophy wife

he cries/his eyes fill with tears when he gets emotional

percy has dreamed about living and having kids (with annabeth)

idk if he actually said this but smth deep down inside me says he really really wants a daughter

he’s really protective of the ppl he cares about

he was about to fuck a whole quest just to help nico

percy really really cares about ppl once he gets to know them

percy pretended to be luke to calm down his mom (a little sad but still)

he’s really bad at singing but does it anyway to make annabeth laugh

he likes to cuddle

he holds ppls hands/ hugs ppl/ just gives contact to calm them down (ex grover annabeth and hazel)

he knows all the names of demigods who died during the second titain war (a little sad but still)

he constantly gushes about annabeth and how amazing she is

he’s a sk8ter mamas boy who will beat your ass and bake you cake

sally calls him ‘dear’ idk why but that’s just so cute

he’s a softy for animals

he’s kinda clumsy

he’s scared of flying/planes

he can definitely cook

percy always keeps his promises

a lot of gods actually like/respect (to a degree) him

hazel is like percys little sister

he’s super proud of his brothers (frank and tyson) and is definitely the overly supportive older brother

frank is his brother

percy and clarisse are actually pretty close

percy said fuck toxic masculinity

percy definitely has a thing for strong/independent women (cough annabeth cough rachel cough calypso cough reyna-tho he didn’t like her he respects her a lot-cough sorry corona)

percy braga about how great his friends are

chb is percys second home and new rome is this third

bessie

percy said fuck sea world my homies hate sea world

he’s definitely a hug from behind and rest his head on the top of your head type of guy

when hazel said schist and he thought she said shit it gave him whiplash

he doesn’t curse as much as annabeth/the others but when he does it’s as bad as a sailer

he has “hands of a musician”

he’s very attractive

percy was shorter than annabeth for a while

he constantly tells ppl how great they are

(he throws but can’t catch when it comes to compliments)

he has a camp necklace that he never takes off

just a nice reminder since last time it was sad things

last time on: things to remember :)