#and the fact that they’re living in the same house together makes it worse

[kaliuchisdaughter]

kavetham…… but kaveh did something rlly bad to the other and thats why their relationship is the way that it is… they broke up but kaveh really needed someplace to stay and how on earth could haitham ever say no to him, even after all this time………….. n theyre so tender to each other when they forget they’re supposed to hate each other and they snap out of it immediately and are snippy to each other but really all they want is to just forget abt it all and hold each other again BRO.. BRO. COME BACK LISTEN TO ME BRO PLEA

[hp-hcs]

Reader (male preferably) x T.N and M.R

Where reader gets into fights a lot. Like a lot. Almost double the amount that Theo and Matt get in combined in just a week. The only reason Dumbledore lets him stay at Hogwarts is because he’s top of every class. What bugs a lot of his peers is the fact that he doesn’t try. He doesn’t study, he just gets it straight up, he barely shows up to class, he fights everyone and anything that speaks bad about the slytherin house, and he’s got the face every guys jealous of. Reader is just made to make people mad, is how he’d be described. But he’s not aggressive. He doesn’t lose his temper easy, it’s just when his house or Theo and Matt are mentioned that he loses it. It’s like a trigger going off in his brain, to protect what’s his. And Merlin does that turn them on.

NSFW (optional)

Reader loves to mark them as his. To have everyone be able to see the dark hickeys or slowly healing bite marks. To display a type of claim over the two. They’re his. And he knows exactly how to make them feel good. Make them writhe for him. Degrading Mattheo while edging Theodore, wrapping his bloodied hands around their throats while he pushes them up against the wall. Fuck and when he’s all beaten up after a fight? They can’t fucking resist him.

• smut • bloody knuckles — poly! sub! sweetie pie! theodore nott x poly! sub! brat! mattheo riddle x gn! poly! dom! reader

❕no pronouns or gender/assigned sex markers of any kind!❕

warnings: SMUT MDNI, BLOOD KINK JFC IS THERE A GODDAMN BLOOD KINK IN HERE, same with degradation holy fuck, pain(?) kink, violence, mild descriptions of gore/wounds, usage of the word ‘blood’ or ‘bloody’ approximately 12000000 times, THE BOYS ARE ROMANTICALLY & SEXUALLY INVOLVED WITH EACH OTHER, some pretty aggressive dom/sub roles for ya silly little deviants

i don’t know why i gave the boys pure opposite personalities. the dichotomy of man, i guess.

this is quite easily the filthiest fucking thing i’ve ever written, and i was too embarrassed to let my allosexual boyfie edit/help with this one so it’s real bad 😬 enjoy your asexual-written smut? ig? i did my best, anon, i’m so sorry

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Seamus Finnegan was not expecting to start off his Monday morning with a broken nose.

To be fair though, it was kind of his fault. I mean, six years of school together and the boy still decided to run his mouth without a single care in the world.

“Heard Riddle’s a slut. That true?”

Your head snapped up and a furious look crossed your face. “What?”

“Hot though,” Seamus shrugged. “‘s why y’keep ‘im ‘round, yeah?”

Your hands clenched into fists down by your sides.

“He a good fuck, at least?” Seamus asked carelessly, seemingly unaware of your brewing anger. “I bet ‘e is. Think ‘e’d put out?”

Before anyone could even blink, you had Finnegan down on the ground. His face quickly became the victim of your furious fists.

He tried to shove you off, but you just smacked his hands away and got a solid hit to the center of his face, punctuated by the sound of snapping cartilage.

Blood rushed in your ears and the crowds fell away as you focused solely on Make him pay. Make him pay. Make him pay.

You were abruptly brought out of your bloodthirsty rage by a pair of arms wrapping themselves around your torso and yanking you off of Seamus.

You spun around in anger, the question of who the fuck-? dying on your lips when you saw the concerned face of Theodore Nott, and the bright red face of Mattheo Riddle.

~~~

“Darling-”

“Shut up, it’s my love language,” you pouted.

Theo rolled his eyes fondly, leading you by your shoulders into their dorm’s bathroom. “You know we can handle ourselves, love. You’ve met both of our fathers; we’ve had much worse than some Irish pipsqueak theorizing about our sex lives.”

“Well, I thought it was hot.” Mattheo interrupted with a cheeky grin. “Our badass lover who’s willing to throw down with a Gryffindor to protect our honor? Proof that chivalry isn’t dead.”

“Well, I just don’t want other people talking about you like that,” you scowled.

“We know, love,” Theo grinned, crouching down to dig the first aid kit out from under the sink, patting your thigh in a patronizingly reassuring gesture. “Now, lemme see how bad it is.”

You huffed in faux annoyance, holding out your bloody hands in front of you and lifting your chin so he could see the state of your face.

Theo sighed and began his millionth lecture of the day as he started dabbing antiseptic ointment on the few small scrapes scattered across your face.

Mattheo was unusually quiet, adding nothing to the playful bickering between you and Theo.

You glanced over at him, only to find that he was practically enraptured, staring at your hands. His eyes followed a single bead of blood’s meandering path down your knuckles and fingers, watching as it dripped off the tip of your index finger and splattered onto the tile floor.

You could’ve sworn you saw him lick his lips.

You traded a knowing look with Theo before speaking. “Whatcha looking at, Matty?”

His cheeks flushed red and his gaze snapped back up to your eyes. “Nothing!”

You took a step forward. He took a step back.

“Oh, really?”

He gulped.

You reached forward to rest a hand on his shoulder, gently pressing him up against the wall. “A blood kink, huh? Shit, you really are a slut, love.”

Mattheo looked down, cheeks heating up in embarrassment.

You gripped his chin and forced his head up to look at you. His eyes widened in surprise at the firmness of your grasp.

You pressed two blood-streaked fingers against his lips, groaning at the sight of his tongue instinctively darting out to kitten-lick them.

“Shit, Matty,” Theo whispered from behind you.

You trailed your fingers down his jaw and the side of his neck before loosely wrapping your hand around his throat.

He gasped and his eyes rolled back in his head. “Y-Y/n-”

“You like this? Hm?” You crooned as the blood on your hand smeared onto the skin of his neck.

Mattheo nodded frantically—as much as he could with the limited range of motion.

“That’s fucking disgusting, Riddle. What a filthy fucking boy.”

(He whimpered. He fucking loved it when you called him by his last name.)

You let go of his neck, stepping back and leaving him with a pleading whine caught in his throat as you turned to your other boyfriend.

“And Theodore, my pretty little angel,” you cooed softly, running your fingers through his hair and cupping his cheek. “How’s my little lovebug doing?”

He watched you with wide eyes, his tongue darting out to lick his chapped lips. “Y-Y/n…”

You ran your thumb over his cheekbone, smiling softly. “Answer my question, pretty boy.”

“I-I’m doing good, love,” Theo whispered, his voice cracking as you trailed your thumb down the side of his neck and swept it across his collarbone.

You abruptly pulled your hand away, spinning on your heel and leaving the en-suite without another word.

Your boys followed you into the dorm room like lost puppies, trailing after you with confused and needy expressions.

You sat down on one of the beds, lying back against the pillows with a relaxed and unbothered expression on your face. “Teddy, over here. Matty, go sit in the chair.” You waved your hand towards the desk chair, lazily motioning for Theodore to take off his shirt and join you on the bed.

Mattheo pouted and whined. “What? But- darlin’, I’ve been-”

“A greedy bitch,” you scoff as you yanked off Theo’s trousers and boxers in one swift motion, rolling him over onto his back. “Now sit down and wait your damn turn. Don’t you dare touch yourself. You’d better keep your hands where I can fucking see them.”

Without waiting for a reply, you turned back to your other lover. You ignored Mattheo’s protesting whines in favor of wrapping your fingers around Theo’s dick, appreciating the way Theo’s hips jerked up with a startled moan and his hands scrabbled for anything to hold onto as you did so.

“Riddle. I changed my mind. Get the fuck over here.” You snap, narrowing your eyes at the boy wiggling uncomfortably in his seat. “Hold Teddy’s hand.”

He jumped into action, quickly clambering onto the bed next to the pair of you and scooping up one of Theo’s hands in his.

You nodded, pleased at his cooperation, and slowly started jerking Theo off.

“Pretty, isn’t he, Matty?”

You expected him to say something in agreement, or tease Theo lightly, but your question was met with silence.

You glanced over, curious as to what caught his attention. Mattheo’s eyes were laser focused on Theo’s lower half. You followed his line of sight, confused as to what he was looking at, when you realized.

The blood from your busted knuckles had smeared itself all over Theo’s cock.

“Suck Teddy off.” The demand left your lips before you could even fully think it through.

Neither boy seemed disinterested in your proposition, if the way Mattheo all but scrambled down the bed as he leapt onto your boyfriend was any indication.

Mattheo kneeled between Theo’s thighs and pinned down his hips, practically drooling at the perverse sight in front of him.

Theo moaned brokenly as he felt Mattheo’s tongue lick a long stripe up his dick before taking him fully into his mouth. You hummed appreciatively at the gorgeous view in front of you, reaching out to stroke your hand along Theo’s hip and thigh.

The dorm was quickly filled with the sweet sounds of Theodore’s little moans and sighs, and the filthy wet sounds of Mattheo’s mouth.

He drew Theo closer and closer to his release. But right as your sweetest lover’s body began to shake, you caught sight of one of your brat’s hands subtly sneaking between his legs. You growled, tightening your grip in his hair to warn him to pull off.

As soon as Mattheo pulled off of Theo’s cock, panting for air, you harshly grabbed his jaw and yanked his head up to face you.

“Greedy fucking whore,” you sneered, “I told you not to touch yourself. Apologize to Theo for being such a self-centered brat.”

“S-sorry! So-sorry! I-I’m sorry, T-Theo!”

“Good boy,” you murmur, petting his hair and lightly scratching his scalp with your nails. “Good, love. Continue.”

Mattheo let out a shaky breath, still reeling from the whiplash of your sudden gentleness as he leaned back down to continue his earlier ministrations.

He quickly realized why you’d been so suddenly sweet when he felt your hand start roughly palming him through his trousers. He whined around Theo’s cock, which in turn made Theodore gasp and moan loudly.

You grinned at your boys’ reactions as you leaned down to murmur in Mattheo’s ear, “You can cum if you get Teddy off, alright sweetheart?”

Sparked with renewed interest at the incentive, Mattheo resumed sucking off Theo with vigor. Theo’s thighs shook as he babbled incoherently, a mix of “Fuck!”s, “Merlin-”s, and “Y/n!”s.

“Good boys, that’s it,” you cooed sweetly, brushing sweaty curls off of Theo’s forehead. “You’re just so close, aren’t you, my love?”

Theo sobbed pitifully and nodded. “Pl-please- Y/n- please!”

“Go ahead,” you whispered, stroking his cheek with your thumb.

With your permission, Theo fell apart with a loud moan, his entire body shaking and spasming. You continued palming Mattheo, intent on keeping good on your promise.

“Come whenever you’re ready, Riddle,” you murmured. He had pulled off of Theo by now, and stared up at you with wide, glazed-over eyes. You wiped a smear of cum from the corner of his lips with your thumb, grinning teasingly at the pair of them as you promptly stuck it in your mouth and swirled your tongue around the digit.

With one final moan, Mattheo’s body stiffened up and broke down into shudders as he was wracked with the force of his orgasm. His arms gave out and he collapsed onto the bed, tucking his face into the hollow where Theo’s thigh met his pelvis.

You gave both of your boys a minute to collect themselves, murmuring gentle praise as you littered their faces with soft kisses. “Both so good for me, my best boys. So perfect.”

You sat in a contented quiet for a few more minutes, just caressing them gently. But once their breathings had steadied out, they startled you by sharing a look and abruptly tugging you down and rolling over on top of you.

“Your turn now, love.”

[cultofdixon]

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Daryl Dixon x Reader x Rosita Espinosa • She/Her Pronouns • They’re best friends…and you are theirs. • NSFW - Oral (F Receiving) / Hickeys / Biting / Face Riding / Missionary / Grinding / Fingering • TW: Canon Violence Mentioned / Injuries / Scars

Requested by: Anon

It was nice…

No longer having to worry about Negan and the Saviors. The group along with the many communities they’ve become close with through the troubling times can finally thrive and work together. To make everyone feel safe…

Daryl couldn’t help the smile that would grace his face as he finally felt a moment’s peace. Especially with the help of his human ray of sunshine. She was perfect. Didn’t push him to his breaking point, but still never left when they both knew deep down he needed her. She’d always patch him up after their more hairy runs with walkers. Lay with him and listen to every word that comes out of him with this loving and invested gaze that draws him in. She’ll look at him the same even when no words leaves his lips. She made him feel so cared for during all the chaos, even before and after. She was there.

His sunshine was perfect

But he wasn’t the only one to have a special someone.

Rosita has her querida, her love. She never thought she could love anyone after Abraham or as much as she did before he ruined it. Then came this woman that has been in her life for some time and shook her. Showing her that she can love with reasonable hesitation and that she would never hurt her the way the past did. Her smile always brightened the room and she knew just the right words to get a laugh out of her. The way she held Rosita close at night, running her fingers through her hair calming every nerve from the day just by protectively holding her close.

Her querida was everything.

….

But everyone knew their partners as Y/F/N Y/L/N. A literal human ray of sunshine and always knowing the right words to say to anybody. She is the most optimistic person you’ll ever meet, and the realist. Even happy people have bad days and she’s not afraid to express how she’s feeling.

Everyone knew Daryl, Y/N, and Rosita were this unspoken trio that went on runs together and got shit done faster since they work the best together. Little did everyone else know that Y/N was seeing the both of them, romantically.

It wasn’t kept from either of them. No offense to the archer and the warrior but they can be jealous of things important to them. While Y/N was more of “who could only love one person” type without all the mess that can be a misconception or fact for some people of said type.

When they had gotten used to it, Daryl had said out loud once during their run that if he had to share Y/N with, he wouldn’t want anybody else other than Rosita. And she couldn’t agree more. They each have their boundaries and all live in the same house at Alexandria, with their own rooms. Some nights Y/N will be with Rosita, other nights with Daryl, and sometimes she’s by herself. There will always be time for alone time. Again, no one really knows even if Y/N is an open affectionate person while Daryl is not and Rosita prefers privacy…but if someone had to bring it up, it wouldn’t be addressed with hostility.

Love whoever the fuck you want (within reason of course)

Packing has always been stressful. The old world made it a hundred times worse but in the apocalypse, one has to make sure they’ve got everything. Flashlight, knife, first aid, canteen…depends on the trip one would go on. In this case, Y/N was packing to head over to the Sanctuary and at a very late hour so that she’d have the morning with Daryl before she helps around then ultimately head back to Alexandria.

“Hey, mi amor” Rosita smiles leaning against the door frame as Y/N shot her a smile while she finished up. “You sure you don’t want me to drive you over there? I don’t mind one bit”

“I know you don’t. But you promised Rick you’d join him on the early run tomorrow morning. You need your sleep”

“Always so worried about lil ol me” Rosita laughs bringing herself into the room, wrapping her arms around her waist bringing her close. “I just want you to take the truck and not your bike. You’re not the smoothest biker”

Y/N tried to contain her laugh to an insult directed toward her as she turned around to hold her girl close.

“I’ll be safe. And if I eat shit, we both know Daryl will find me in minutes”

“I sure hope so or I’m going to have to kick his ass” Rosita smirks as the look on her face told Y/N for sure that she wasn’t lying. She will kill the man if shit happens.

With a quick kiss from her querida, Rosita let her finally leave before the light in the sky completely went out. Y/N started up her bike with her pack on her back as she had a helmet to ease both their anxieties. She gave her a quick sign of ‘I love you’ before heading through the gates once Eugene opened them for her.

The ride to the Sanctuary felt faster now compared to times before. Probably because they had to take the longer route to go unnoticed. Now it’s slowly becoming a community with Daryl’s help, which was a whole can of worms when he first told Y/N about it. The man would do anything for his brother, even risk his PTSD.

Daryl heard the knock on his door while he was drawing out farming plans for the Sanctuary. He waited a moment until he heard the familiar rhythmic knock that was a code for the two when they used to sneak around during the time they lived under the Grimes’s roof. He got up from his seat and went to open the door, instantly smiling to find his partner as she returned with her radiant smile.

“Hey sunshine” He continued to bear his smile letting Y/N in and closing the door behind her when his smile faded noticing the bit of a limp. “Did yea take another spill?”

“What? No!” Y/N lied setting her helmet down on the counter of the kitchenette along with her pack.

“Then why are yea wearing fresh pants?” Daryl crosses his arms leaning against the door waiting for her to admit it herself as all he received was a scoff to begin with.

She next went into her pack pulling out the torn jeans as she didn’t see the pothole on the way in and only ended up with road rash. Thankfully. Daryl helped her out of the pants she was wearing to cover up the fact as he went slow to avoid the open wound already sticking to the pants to cause more discomfort. As Y/N situated herself on the bed, Daryl tossed her pants on his chair before getting his first aid and cleaning it up then applying a bandage.

“Gotta get yea a new bike. Or force yea to take a car next time”

“Not my fault the pothole tends to win every fight”

“Mm. Can’t argue with that” Daryl finishes with the bandages and putting everything away. “She’s gonna kill yea”

“Mm. But if I tell her that you’re not as mad, she’ll direct her anger toward you” Y/N smiles as she brought her knees to her chest watching him roll his eyes fighting back a small smile. “Can I take the truck back?”

“Please, do.” Daryl exhaled a lot of the stress that built up from such, bringing himself to sit on the edge of the bed as Y/N uncurls herself to crawl on her knees to bring her beside him. “I’m glad you’re here though”

“You should come home soon. I’m slowly but getting there with my convincing to Rick. There are some trustworthy people here that could watch the place”

“Or get rid of it entirely” He frowns bringing his head to rest on her shoulder as she instantly kisses the top of his head.

The two went to bed shortly after getting ready for such and making sure she was settled as Daryl found himself comfortably laying on Y/N with his head on her chest after. He hums softly feeling her fingers run through his hair enjoying the feeling. He could lay there for hours and he did until he naturally shifted to be beside Y/N, bringing her into his embrace holding her protectively.

The Sanctuary didn’t get much natural light in their rooms as they were like solitary confinement. But the rooms still had that basement size window that gave just enough natural light to fill the room.

Y/N felt the warmth from the light hit her face but there was more happening as she felt the heat rise in her cheeks. A breathy choked off moan escaped her lips feeling his nose brush against her clit while his tongue lapped at her sweetness between her folds. Guess he had other plans in mind this morning. She felt her core build up as she instinctively bucked against his face when she felt the cord snap.

“Fuck…” Y/N moans, getting comfortable once again in the bed as Daryl brought himself out from under the covers releasing her panties back into place after pulling them aside just enough to enjoy his “breakfast”. “That better not be it, my love”

“Mmm…‘course not, sunshine” He smirks bringing his lips to hers as she could taste herself on his lips letting his tongue explore the inside of her mouth while his hands worked to completely remove her panties.

Once he did such, Daryl positioned himself in between her legs as he only parted from kissing her to catch his breath. Y/N brought her legs around him pulling him into her core as he got the hint starting to grind into her while he attached his lips to her neck.

“Dar…please” Y/N moans feeling the cord tighten as she wanted more than just the friction with his boxers.

“So polite” Daryl chuckles against her neck sucking on the spot to leave a hickey. “Be a good girl and tell me what you want, sunshine”

“God!” She moans feeling his dominant hand squeeze her breast through her shirt. “Please. For the love of god, fuck me!”

Daryl chuckles once more, pulling his lips away from her skin admiring the mark. “Okay sunshine. Rid yourself of your shirt while I get a condom” he pulls away entirely getting out of the bed, taking his boxers off as Y/N got a bit distracted staring at his naked form…tracing his image with her eyes admiring every scar and freckle she could see.

As Y/N started to get her shirt off, Daryl climbed back into the bed pulling her by the legs the second she got her shirt off…her core instantly meeting his dick as she lays back watching him align himself at her entrance glancing up at her every inch he pushes in.

“Fuck me…” Y/N moans hitting her head back against the pillow as Daryl smirks bringing his arms on both sides of her head reconnecting their lips while he started a slow pace.

As he gradually got faster with his thrust, he couldn’t help his own moans from escaping…especially when he hit the right spot that practically got Y/N screaming when his lips weren’t on hers. She held onto his shoulders being carefully not to dig her nails in, not like he’d mind. But as she felt the cord tighten again and Daryl felt her walls clench around him, they were both close.

“Fuck, you feel so good” Daryl groans, picking up the pace and going a bit rougher the closer he got.

“Daryl. Please. Fuck!” She moans feeling him slam into her as she gripped onto his shoulder blades when the cord snapped and her walls clenched tightly around him.

That drew a low moan from his chest as he reached his climax spilling his seed into the condom. He lays on top of her a moment to catch his breath while Y/N didn’t mind him laying on her as she gently caresses his back listening to him sigh contently.

“Should we get started with the day or…?”

“Mmm it can wait a few minutes”

More like an hour. The two took a shower to clean up before getting started with the farming plots Daryl drew up. Y/N took one of his shirts hostage and let him re-bandage her leg before going to get some ex-Saviors to help.

Once the day was finished, Y/N tossed her pack in the bed of the truck before approaching Daryl with a smile and kissing him goodbye. But he held her close for a little while longer.

“Don’t cause too much trouble, or imma have to come back”

“Maybe I want you back”

“Soon, sunshine” Daryl smiles giving her one more kiss. “Soon”

And with that Y/N made her way back to Alexandria, waving at Gabriel when he opened the gate for her. She parked in front of the house and was instantly met with Rosita’s warm embrace. Y/N tightened her arms around her hiding her face in the crook of her neck as Rosita rubs circles on her back.

“He knows mi amor. I know he does” Rosita frowns wishing Daryl would get the hint that her visiting him at the Sanctuary was a bit triggering. Given what they both been through during the war. Then there’s Rick who made the mistake of having him watch the place. “Come on, I can cheer you up”

“Oh yeah?” Y/N parts from her, her smile returning as it brought warmth to Rosita’s heart as she couldn’t help but kiss her partner before leading her inside.

While Y/N went to put her things away and get undressed, right before she got into something more comfortable Rosita approached her from behind wrapping her arms around her naked form pressing a kiss to her shoulder.

“How about we take a shower? We’ve both worked hard today…a nice hot shower sounds nice right about now”

“The only hot thing about such is going to be us. When’s the last time we had hot water?”

“Hmm. I’m not entirely sure. But you’re very right about the hot thing” Rosita smirks kissing her shoulder then her neck while moving her hair aside to continue kissing her exposed skin. “I’m all ready for you, sweetheart”

“Hmm…that shower will have to wait” Y/N sighs relaxing against her touch as her hands moved from her hips to her breasts gently groping form behind until she wanted to see all of her. Making Rosita suddenly spin Y/N and shoving her onto the bed. “Eager aren’t we, my love?”

“I missed you”

“I’m right here, Rose” Y/N quickly sat up taking her face into her hands crashing her lips onto hers as Rosita pulls her to the edge of the bed by the hips keeping her hands there. The two continued to make out then and there until Y/N parted smirking at her love. “Sit on my face”

“You have a way with your words” Rosita laughs gripping her hips softly as Y/N rolls her eyes keeping her smirk.

“I’m forward is what you’re looking for and I know what I’m craving” Y/N smirks kissing her once more before laying back and bringing her entire self on the bed waiting for Rosita to eventually climb on top of her. “I don’t bite”

“I know that” She scoffs followed by a smile. “I don’t want to crush you”

“Oh trust me, that’s a hell of a way to die” Y/N smirks as Rosita smacks her shoulder. “But I promise I’ll tap out if I get too high on your body. Trust me though, I can never get enough of your gorgeous self”

Rosita felt the heat rise in her cheeks but a cute little touch was the blush that met her shoulders that Y/N could never get enough of when she gets her blushing. Rosita carefully positioned herself above Y/N’s face as she wanted to go slow lowering herself but when she felt her partner’s hands find purchase on her hips…she’s getting pulled down.

The initial contact caused a gasp to escape her but it quickly turned into a moan once Y/N brought her tongue through her folds. She was slow at first with her tongue as her nose occasionally brushes her clit. With the way they were in the bed, Rosita couldn’t hold onto the headboard but she did lean forward against the wall. The side of her bed was up against the wall in the corner. So as she leaned forward she felt Y/N’s hands grip onto her hips to keep her in place but scooted down a bit so that she could continue to eat her out and start her licking and sucking on her clit. Rosita bites down on her lip to contain the moans escaping her, ultimately failing when she felt her release one of her hands bringing her index and middle to start fingering her while sucking on her clit. The cord was tightening and she tried to keep herself from climaxing too quickly but the way her slender fingers brushed against that spot made it difficult to keep it together.

When Rosita felt Y/N tap her, she couldn’t help the whine that escaped her when she didn’t reach that snap. But she was immediately tossed onto the bed and Y/N brought herself back in between her legs looking at her woman with a smile on her face before bringing herself back down to her core and returning her lips to her core.

“Oh fuck!” Rosita moans arching her back feeling one of her hands reach up to grope her breast as the other started to finger her again.

The way her fingers thrust at the same pace she lapped at her clit, the cord snapped and boy did it. Rosita gripped onto the bedsheets arching her back moaning louder than before as she reached climaxed. Her back falls back onto the bed as she panted watching through hooded lids, Y/N pull her face away sucking her sweetness off her fingers and brushing what’s wet on her lips on the back of her hand.

“Holy shit…”

“Felt good, baby?”

“Always” Rosita exhales happily as Y/N brought herself leaning over her body pressing her lips against her lips. “Fuck…how could yea tire me out before I could do anything?”

“I wanted to take care of my girl, and I ain’t done. Imma start a bath for you and of course I’ll join you” She smiles kissing her once more before climbing out of the bed as Rosita watched her naked form approach the bathroom.

“What did I do to deserve you?”

“Don’t know, but I’m glad I have you”

[bokettochild]

Does anyone remember Violet?

Okay, how about the Nancy LU animatic? Yeah, the fic I write for that, you remember? No? Yes? It doesn't matter

I wrote a sequel >:)

The Return of "Violet"

  Wind is going to owe Four big time.

  Of all the things to ever happen, he, a pirate, has been caught stealing, and honestly it’s probably the most ashamed he’s felt since he was seven and put a hole in the roof of their house while playing with Aryll. In this instance though, he’s not going to have his sweet and understanding granny that he’s answering too. No, this time he has to answer to Four, and probably someone else after that, because with the way things are going, he’s going to need more than just Four’s help to get out of this one.

  They’re in his era, visiting one of the islands that he and Tetra had discovered after their adventures together. That almost makes it worse though because they’re here with Tetra. After finding themselves on Dragon Roost Island he’d managed to get ahold of her through the gossip stones, and although she charges worse fees than even Ravio (as Legend had made a point of complaining about) she and her crew have agreed to let the heroes sail with them until they find whatever it is that caused them to be brought to this era. So far though, they’ve had little to no luck, and for the time being, the ship is docked here while they gather supplies and allow the land-lubbers now in their company to enjoy being on land for a short bit while Tetra and the others do… pirate-y things. That was what she said they’d be doing anyway, and the heroes, in the interest of not inviting trouble for once in their lives, hadn’t asked.

  Wind knows. Usually he’d be with them, but right now he’s a hero first and a pirate second, and so he’s with the heroes instead, picking his way through the bustling market with Four while the other heroes busy themselves at stands. Currently, Legend is trying to teach Wild some form of bartering, because the champion repeatedly has been overcharged already for basic items since, apparently, in his world those prices would fly. Not in this one though, and not with Legend in their group. 

  Twilight’s following after them, an amused expression on his face as he sits back and lets the vet have his way with teaching the champion, shaking his head and chuckling every so often at the duo as he turns and glances back to wherever the nearest brother is and exchanging silent words with them about it all.

  Time is the most frequent receiver of Twilight’s laden stares, and the old man himself likewise shakes his head with a small smile before turning back to the captain’s side as Warriors picks over a display of knives that has been laid out in one of the nearby stalls.

  The market is a colourful place, beautiful too, in its own unique way. Sea-salt breezes are carried up the island cliffs to them and play around their ears and hair, sending windchimes singing and overhanging fabrics and tarps swaying. Most are tightly tied down, providing brief shade to those who step beneath their protection and into the realm of one vendor or another, who will only too happily try and cheat newcomers out of their wages and will banter and barter in loud and fast moving phrases with the more experienced buyer.

  Honestly, he’s surprised that Legend’s keeping up.

  Colour surrounds them. In visiting the other eras, he’s come to understand that his is one of the more bright, Twilight’s being near drained of colour in most places by comparison. Here in the market though, that fact makes itself most apparent, the overhangs woven in bright jewel tones and tents and stalls hung about with the same over handcrafted poles and tables. The wares are bright and eye-catching too, and Hyrule is currently eyeing them all in awe, as though he’s never seen such an amalgamation of items and beautiful things in his life. He has though, because all of them have had at least a peek inside Legend’s storage shed, and that was truly a sight to see, even if it wasn’t nearly as attractively presented as the stalls and tables here.

  As for himself, Wind’s more looking around for anything relatively useful, but more than anything, he’s keeping his ears open for the telltale sound of bombs going off, just in case he needs to create a distraction to keep the others from investigating. That would be incredibly awkward and he’s not keen on having to answer for that particular set of crimes.

  Not that he ends up having to, because by the time that the bombs do go off (because of course they do) the heroes are too busy dealing with another issue.

  It’s an artefact that catches his eye. Not one from his time either, but one he remembers seeing at the Hero’s Shrine in Warriors Hyrule at the Skyview Temple. Well, it had been the Skyview Temple, back in Sky’s time, but he’s not sure what it was being called in the captain’s era. It’d become something of a hall of history to the Hylian people, and there were shrines there for the heroes of the past, set in different alcoves, and the item in question had been one laid in the one for the veteran hero himself.

  It was probably the first time he’d ever found out anything about Legend. Ravio had taken one look at the shrine and started talking about each of the items and their abilities, and while he’s not entirely sure what this particular rod does, he does know that Ravio had seemed very nervous about it being left at a shrine where someone could steal it. He’d been even more nervous though when someone had stolen it. Wind’s not sure who it had been, and at the merchant’s warnings the captain had had them all search and investigate, but the war took the most of their attention and the search had to be abandoned when the enemy had started moving again.

  He’s still not sure what the thing really does, but he knows it’s the same one as he remembers. It’s just too similar to what he remembers, and the sight of it causes a sinking feeling to make itself known in his stomach.

  “Shit.”

  “Language,” Four murmurs to him, distracted, “cap doesn’t like that kind of talk.”

  Usually he’d snicker at something like that, he imagines he’s probably half the reason that joke is still running (because Four knows he’ll still be laughing) but this time he’s too distracted for that.

  “Four, I have to commit a crime.”

  The smithy doesn’t even startle, just turns to him with a face far too calm as green eyes search his own. “What sort?” The question is spoken as calmly and casually as if asking after a flavour of pie, but he knows, based off of the fact that Four is looking at him at all, that he’s got the smithy’s full attention.

  “I need to steal something.”

  “Not so loud about it,” the smithy snorts, setting a hand on one hip and side-eyeing him with a playful look, “I thought you were supposed to be a pirate. Isn’t announcing your pillaging against some code?”

  “No, it’s not like that,” he catches the smithy’s wrist and tugs, and while Four stumbles just a bit, he lets himself be pulled a bit closer to the stall so Wind can point out the rod sitting innocuously amidst jewellery and fabric, like some sort of stylized cane or staff instead of a Cautious Ravio level of Dangerous Item. “I need to steal that.”

  Four hums. “Okay, and you’re telling me…”

  “I need your help.”

  He expects some hesitation or thought, but all Four does is cock his head, stare at the item, one hand reaching to stroke his chin before aborting with a shrug. “Okay.”

  He really thought Four would be more against crimes than this. Still, a partner in crime is a partner in crime (in this case literally) and Four seems to take no issue with following him over to the stall in question. He’s not sure, off the top of his head, how he plans to go about stealing the thing, but he’s a pirate and he’s good at theft, he can handle this.

  As it would turn out, he does not end up needing to handle this, which turns out to be for the better, because the merchant who owns the stall watches him like a hawk. Of course theft would be a common problem in a place such as this, and apparently Wind, lanky, young, still just this side of man-hood, looks all too well the part of a troublesome youth looking to score a steal, and no matter if a customer comes to the stall or not, the man seems to keep an eye on him at all times.

  Fortunately, Four, well dressed in bright jewel tones as he is, is not regarded with such distaste. If anything, the merchant motions to the smithy while speaking to a patron and points out “the cute lil’ lass” which Wind only very nearly prevents himself from laughing at.

  Dark eyes trail back to him coldly at the coughing he makes while trying to avoid laughter though, but then the man is turning back to his patron. “Recken she’s some small thing from these merchant folk, her da’ll pay well for whatever catches her fancy, all these rich folks are that way; coughin’ up rupees fer what’er pleased their kids.”

  With an eye on his customer and one on Wind, the merchant doesn’t have enough eyes to catch the scathing glance the smithy shoots the man’s way at hearing that.

  Four would usually correct someone, but considering they’re trying to keep a low profile, the smithy blessedly keeps his mouth shut.

  Wind turns back to a pile of jewellery. Absently, he wonders if he could barter a ring out of the man to provide a window for Four to stash the rod in his pack or something.

  He doesn’t get the chance to try.

  “Hoy there! Where do you think you’re going, lass!” 

  The sailor spins about just in time to see the merchant catch Four by the back of his bright tunic, and…

  Oh Spirits, Four didn’t even bother to stash the rod. Is this the first time the smithy has stollen something? 

  In hindsight, it probably is; Four’s fame in his home era after all did start with him vanquishing pirates and dealing with thieves.

  And that’s how they end up as they are. The merchant goes from laughing and smiling at the smithy to trying to twist the small hero’s arm and demanding answers about where he’s going, and- well, what was Wind supposed to do?

  “Hey!” He squawks, and yes, he most certainly did overturn that display on purpose as he rushes over to his brother’s side. “Let go!”

  “You’re together then,” the man hisses, narrowing his eyes, “I shoulda guessed. What respectable lass goes snoopin’ about without a guard or her mam around to watch that she ain’t taken? Thieves, the both of you!”

  “We’re not thieves!” Wind protests, despite the fact that they are, in fact, thieves. Well, he is anyway. “We’re just kids!” And then, as inspiration hits, he adds, “now let my little sister go!” Oh yeah, he’s so going to owe Four one after this.

  Luckily, Four doesn’t stumble once, instead squirming in the man’s hands and, somehow, managing to muster up a stream of tears as he fights weakly (as a small child would) against the hands restraining him. “Let me go!” The smithy squeaks, “I just wanted to show Mama!”

  “‘Show mama’?” the man mocks, and shakes Four harder than is probably safe to shake a child, “and where’s your mama at, little miss snitch?”

  “Right here.”

  Wind could kiss Legend on the cheek, although he’d probably owe the vet even more if he did after the man has just stepped in to save their asses, Twilight and Wild both on his heels.

  Oh crap, this is going to become another Violet situation isn’t it?

  “Mum!” it bursts out of him as he darts to the vet’s side, hands catching on red fabric as he looks up at the vet as though pleading for help, and he is, he is so pleading. He is pleading so very much and genuinely, see? 

  No really, he really is. He really didn’t think this one through. 

  “We were just looking, I swear, and Violet wanted to show you something, but this mean man-”

  Twilight is staring. Twilight and Wild are both starring in something between shock and confusion and Wild’s brows are very quickly disappearing under his hair as they rise higher and higher with every word out of Wind’s throat.

  Oh yeah, he’s going to owe Legend big time.

  “Mama!” Four wails, quite convincingly as he kicks at his captor, “make him let me go!”

  For a brief moment, Wind can see the resignation and pain in Legend’s eyes, but then the vet is steeling himself and then, at the very top of his lungs (which only drives home how much like last time this will be) shouts “let go of my child, you horrid man!” in what is possibly the most hystericaly angry voice Wind has heard from anyone, never mind from the vet.

  Wild chokes.

  The scream, however, has what he can only assume is the intended effect, because the crowd immediately near them all whips around so fast he’s sort of shocked they don’t downright fall over, and then all eyes are on them.

  Again.

  Well, apparently if Legend’s going to cover up for your crimes and save your ass he’s going to do it by being as loud as possible. Honestly, Wind doesn’t care, as long as it works.

  It does work. The man immediately lets go of Four, and then the smithy is all but flinging himself into the veteran’s arms, where he’s immediately caught and held while Legend once more adopts the same act as the time before, fussing and murmuring with terrifyingly believable distress as he looks at the bruising on Four’s arm and then immediately pulls the smithy closer, looking up at the merchant with fury in his eyes. “How could you do this to a child! She was only looking, she wasn’t causing any harm!”

  Frosty violet eyes fix the merchant in place, and the man takes a step back at the sight of them.

  Two kids causing trouble, he was prepared for. What appears to be a finely dressed young mother who perceives her child to have been attacked, he was not prepared for at all. “She was stealing!”

  “She’s only eight!” Wind protests, wrapping an arm around Four’s shoulders and pouting up at the man accusingly, but also cutely because he needs to play up the role of a child right now, rather than even try and look at all serious and mature like he usually would try to. 

  “She’s only eight!” Legend repeats, likeways wrapping an arm around Wind. “How dare you! It’s her first time at a big market, how was she to know the rules! I’m teaching her the best I can but I can only be so many places at once!”

  Past the vet’s arm, and now that the attention is on Legend and not himself, Wind can glance out and see the crowd. Eyes are fixed on them, murmurs already rising and disapproving looks being shot at the merchant even as crystal tears in amethyst eyes begin to garner sympathy and pity from the onlookers while Legend switches out the furious mother act for the overworked and struggling one.

  Amidst it all, Wind can clearly see Time and Warriors, watching them. Time has the most confused expression on his face, neither privy to the events of last time or apparently aware of what’s happening now, but Warriors…

  Oh gods, Warriors looks so done already.

  “I don’t care how old she is, a thief is a thief!” The merchant yells, and with his words, Legend starts back, dragging Four and Wind with him and drawing the sailor’s attention back to the man before them. Said man is currently red in the face and huffing, both trying to uphold his right to punish the thieves who attempted to steal from him, but also under the judgemental stares of the whole market.

  “You can’t hold a child responsible for such a silly mistake!”

  “You’re right,” the man breathes, and while it almost sounds like he’s trying to contain and calm himself, Wind sees the flash of his eyes before the man steps closer and raises a hand, definitely and truly beyond reason at this point, “the parents are the ones to be held responsible.”

  Legend could catch that hand. Wind could, Four could. Any one of them could do something to avoid it, but that would come at the cost of dropping the act, and while unspoken, the rule remains to never drop an act, although at what cost he’s not sure.

  “Stop right there!”

  Hang on, is that-? And it is.

  Warriors is storming over, and it’s such a dramatic and poetic image; the captain stalking along the street, armour glistening and scarf billowing out behind, that if he wasn’t playing a part, Wind would definitely be grinning a bit at it. After all, it’s like something straight out of one of the stories he’d told Aryll when they were kids. Well, younger kids.

  To the merchant however, Wind knows that’s not the case. The merchant sees the blazing blue eyes and the silver sword and he stops mid-swing, face paling as the captain comes to stand beside the three younger heroes, hand settling on Legend’s shoulder and stare stone cold. As someone who's seen that stare employed before, Wind’s honestly surprised the man doesn’t piss himself.

 “Lay a hand on my family,” the captain growls, and yes, he actually growls, “and I’ll cut it off.”

  Twilight whistles lowly.

  Oh dang, add Warriors to the list of people he owes. This is really getting out of hand.

  “Who are you?” The man stammers, stepping back but not away, gaze trailing up and across the knight and taking in sparkling armour and steely stare, sweat beading across the salesman's face with each passing second.

  “Papa,” Four whimpers, and oh gosh he’s good, “I was just trying to show Mama the pretty staff…”

  “I see.” Warriors doesn’t even look down to the smithy still plastered across Legend’s front, instead staring until the merchant squirms under his gaze. “What pretty staff, precious?”

  Oh no. Oh Hylia, the endearments. Oh gods Wars is so going to sit him down about this. Endearments aren’t uncommon from the captain, but “precious”? Oh no, that one isn’t one he uses, and it’s a clear warning to the sailor at least that he’s going to be answering a lot of questions later.

  Dang it, all this over a stupid rod!

  “That one,” Four turns and points to the item lying on the ground by their feet, “I thought it looked like something Mama could use for her magic.”

  Ah, yes Four, drop the fact that Legend can do magic, that’ll definitely scare the shit out of those present and hopefully convince this guy to just let the scoot. Please? Please let that work?

  Except it doesn’t because Warriors recognizes the item too, and he’s bending to scoop up the troublesome rod in question even as the merchant protests and splutters.

  “Ah.”

  Oh yeah, someone’s screwed.

  “Is that…” Legend pauses, and the act drops for a moment, however brief, as he stares at the item. His item. His thing that Ravio never explained but said was his and which now looks very, very old.

  “Where did you get this?” Warriors demands, and now he really is mad. Someone threatening to hit his family is bad, but knowing Wars, he wasn’t really all that mad since he knows they can all defend themselves with ease. Stealing from a shrine? Yeah no, that’s territory even Wind isn’t willing to cross.

  The merchant huffs. He’s got guts, Wind will give him that. A lesser man would have caved or run away or even just tried to snivel and plead to avoid the wrath of this odd little family and the crowd watching them, but he doesn’t, and for that Wind has to give him props. He’s got guts. “Not that it’s any of your business, but I traded for it. It’s a powerful magical rod, capable of-”

  “Nothing.” Legend interjects, releasing his hold on Wind (rude) to reach for the rod in the captain’s hand, and Warriors lets him, gaze trailing down to watch the vet inspect the thing with a frown. “It’s damaged,” Legend continues, frowning as gnarled fingers trace the stone set on top, the actual source of the thing’s supposed magic. A sigh. “Violet, this was hardly worth the fuss,” the vet frowns and hands the item off, casually, to the captain.

  Warriors holds it, scowling. “Probably best if we didn't buy it then, love. Besides, it being stolen from a shrine, Hylia only knows what sort of curses the gods would have put on it.”

  Oh. Oh yes. Wind is very near smiling, but doesn’t even as he watches his older brothers play it out perfectly, not a word passed between to communicate, not even a look, but picking up the threads the other lays with all the skill of the most masterful weaver of lies, and it’s working too. While the heroes look at each other in confusion, and Twilight is sort of smirking in that utterly lost and confused but also humored way he does, the merchant is quickly paling again.

  “Cursed?”

  “Of course,” Legend scoffs, straightening up but not shaking off the arm Warriors still has about his shoulders, “anything stolen from a shrine would be cursed. The souls of the dead never take kindly to people disrespecting them so blatantly.”

  “But I didn’t steal it!” The man protests.

  The vet sniffs, tossing his head and looking down his nose at the man, even as the captain follows his lead and likewise stares the man down with all the revulsion one would assume someone married to a great mage might have. “That hardly matters, sir. Frankly, anyone who disrespects such a sacred thing, be it in sale or theft, is simply begging suffering on themselves, and I’m hardly inclined to wish that upon my children.”  Violet eyes then turn to them, and both he and Four can feel the weight and warning in them as Legend stares, not dropping the act but also not entirely acting anymore. “Which is why I’ll be sure to make sure this never happens again.”

  It won’t.

  “All the same, love,” Warriors murmurs, and there’s a step made, and they pulled along, “it’s likely best if we finish our business as soon as possible. I’d rather we head back to the ship and leave port before whatever bad fortune that thing is cursed with reveals itself.” He shakes his head, staring at the item even as the vet takes his lead and starts ushering both younger heroes away. “They say that shrine was one for a goddess’ son, so I can only imagine how that will play out.”

  The weight of their words seems to hit as the captain makes a turn, and while Wind can’t see it, he can definitely hear the feet pattering after them and the man calling out, now suddenly closer. It makes him stop and try to peek around Legend, who sighs but follows his lead to look as the man thrusts the rod in question at their captain. “Please! If you know where it’s from, send it back! Maybe the spirits will forgive me if I restore what was taken from them. Please sir!”

  “After you attacked my wife and child?” And Warriors definitely learned that haughty, contemptuous voice from all the balls and dealings with nobles he’s suffered through after the war, “I don’t think so.”

  “But you know where it came from!” The man tries, “I don’t!”

  “Darling,” and the word almost grates off of Legend’s lips, hand coming to settle in the crook of the captain’s arm.

  Wind is going to owe Legend the best freaking thing ever, although what, he’s not sure, since Legend has everything already.

  “Perhaps we should help.”

  “Someone like this?” He has no clue why Warriors is making this harder than it has to be, and with the attention of all others on the captain and vet, he and Four exchange a quick glance of confusion.

  “Think of all the innocent people this fool has endangered,” Legend continues, still glaring at the man and item in question. “We can’t let his greed and foolishness cause their demise! Such a thing would surely disrupt the spirits even further.”

  Ah yes, the warning of a mage. It sets the people about them fussing and worrying, until there are others stepping out from the crowd and begging until at last Warriors 'concedes’ and accepts the rod, which is quickly handed back to its original owner and stashed away in the vet’s bag.

  That should be the end of it, but like last time, it’s not. Because people.

  Wind really loves people most times, but right now he’d rather they just… not. He’d rather they not watch, or worry, or fuss. He’d rather not, but he’s sure that even if they didn’t, Legend would still be catching Four’s hand as they walk and Warriors would still be setting a hand on his shoulder that is heavy, oh so very heavy.

  He’d also rather they not because when he sees Tetra staring at him from within the crowd, face red with unreleased laughter, he can’t do anything about it except keep his head down and silently bemoan the loss of whatever sort of respect he may have gained among his fellow pirates.

  He botched a simple theft. He had to be rescued by a soldier and a teenage boy in a dress pretending to be his mother.

  He is never going to live this down.

  “At least,” Four murmurs, once they’ve moved to the edge of the market, finished with their shopping and with the eyes of the others all trailing after them with innumerable questions, “I got to be older this time.”

  Legend sighs, releasing the smithy’s hand to rub at his temples, figure blocked by the captain’s own and thus out of sight of the market behind them. “Oy vey, you two.”

  “We owe you guys big time,” he tries.

  Warriors snorts, grip tightening on his shoulder. “You owe us an explanation, but yeah, big time, sailor.”

  Ahead, the ship is waiting, Tetra leaning against the bulwarks and smirking down at him with danger in her eyes and laughter already touching her lips, and Wind sighs.

  This is never going to go away.

  He kind of regrets teasing Legend now for last time.

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Christmas

Fandom: Chicago PD

Characters: Jay Halstead x OC Sofia / OC Hope

Warnings: cute fluff

Word count: 1403

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For Sofia, Hope was not only one of the feelings Christmas brought her, but it was also the name of her boyfriend’s 2-year-old daughter. As Jay had said many times before his daughter had brought him hope, love and compassion when he thought life couldn’t get worse. Sofia felt the same way about the little girl.

Hope’s mother had left when Hope was mere months old leaving the young new father and newborn baby alone, without any guidance whatsoever. Sofia had shared with Jay a helping hand at raising the young girl. Sofia had been Hope’s nurse and old friend of the Jay’s. Hence how Sofia had watched the little girl grow.

Winter was here and with it came the festivities. Sofia had helped Jay decorate the house inside and out. From Christmas lights on the railing of the stairs to fresh baked cookies in the kitchen isle and a big tree in the living room. Outside were lights, inflatable, and a little snowman the three of them had built in the morning. Hope was the happiest kid on earth, she also shared the passion for Christmas with Sofia.

By the end of the night Hope was already in bed while Sofia started to place the gifts underneath the three. There were so many but how could she not get a gift for every important person in her life and in Jay’s. After all the little family had a village in their corner, it was just fitting to get them something as a token of appreciation.

She was so engrossed in her mission that she didn’t hear or see Jay lean in the living room frame admiring his beautiful girlfriend with a smile on his face. Saying he was grateful was an understatement, forever in dept is more like it. She had stayed in his life since so long ago that it almost felt like a whole lifetime had passed by.

They had been friends and gone through high school, rangers, only 2 years ago realizing their feelings and raising Hope together. For him, Hope and Sofia were everything he needed, everything he ever wanted. Pushing himself off the door frame, he picked a gift from the pile in one hand, wrapping the other around her waist and chuckling lightly when she jumped in surprise.

“Jesus. Almost gave a heart attack” Sofia said placing a hand over her heart as Jay chuckled

“I’m sorry. Santa looks beautiful this year” he teasingly said as he wrapped her in a loving hug pecking her cheeks a couple of times as she laughed

“The elf looks handsome too” she joked back making Jay furrow his eyebrows

“Who are you calling an elf?- babe, don’t ignore me” Jay continued to try and get his girlfriend’s attention and eyes back from the pile of gifts

“Do you think this are enough?” she asked biting her lip as she looked at the gifts underneath the tree

“Sure… but out of curiosity for whom?” Jay asked squinting his eyes slightly at her nervous expression

“Hope” she said as if it was nothing.

Missing Jay’s wide eyes as he choked on air, the gift that he had in hand dropped onto the floor as the surprise of her comment settled in. Stepping back from the embrace they were sharing to completely look at her.

“There is no way all this are for her-” Jay shook his head massaging his forehead as he stared at the gifts in horror

“Why?” “Babe- you can’t just buy her ten gifts and ask me if they’re enough. This are enough to give to the whole city” he hissed in low voice looking straight at her eyes as if she had grown two heads

“Firstly, why not?” she asked raising a finger as if she was offended, also hissing silently to not wake Hope up.

“She’s 2-years-old” he said in a matter-of-fact way

“And? There’s actually fifteen…” she answered whispering the last part. Jay’s mouth dropped as looked back underneath the three -more than those?-.

“Fift-” “You seriously can expect me to not buy her the stuff she likes Jay. She gave me puppy eyes” she hurriedly said

“How- how much did you spend?” Jay asked as he scratch the back of his neck

“You don’t want to know” Sofia said shaking her head pursing her lips

“Oh. For gods sakes” he said as he walked towards the couch slumping down on it.

Sofia guiltily followed him to the couch sitting side by side, biting her lip as they both looked at all the presents under the tree. Maybe she did over buy, a lot. They both sighed as Jay reached for the plate of cookies on the coffee table taking a much-needed anxiety filled bite.

“Are they good?” Sofia asked expectingly looking at Jay, as he hummed satisfied

“This are really good” he praised looking at the piece of cookie on his hand before looking at Sofia shaking his head at her guilty expression

“You spoil her to much, Soph” Jay said looking in her eyes, to which she winced

“Can you help me with the rest?” she whispered

“There’s only three cookies. Pretty sure I can make space for them” Jay said chuckling as he looked at his girlfriend’s shy smile before it morphed into guilt.

“Not about the cookies…the gifts” she whispered wincing as she waited for his reaction

“Soph- Babe…” Jay whined as he lightly hit his head with the back of the couch a couple of times.

“Please” she giggled as she pecked his lips, Jay smiling slightly into it.

“Let’s get it over with then” he sighed standing dragging her with him towards the garage. When he opened the locked door his mouth fell, eyes wide. Taking a deep breath he turned his body to looked at Sofia raising an eyebrow.

“I’m sorry…” she said in the same tone he had used before

“You’re lucky you’re cute” he said crossing his arms

“You know me. You know how I get on Christmas; don’t know why you act so surprised” she said between laughs as he shook his head amusement clear on his face.

“You’re gonna be the death of me Sophia” Jay said pecking her cheeks lovingly, before entering Santa’s improvised workshop

“Sorry!” she winced as a box fell from the pile and onto Jay’s head, who proceeded to curse under his breath

Hours later rays of sunshine shone through the curtains; silence invaded the small house in Chicago. As Jay slept with ease, the silence and coldness in the air helped him settle. That wasn’t gonna last much.

“Babe- babe wake up” Sofia said standing beside the bed pocking his exposed cheek

“Honey. It’s 6 in the morning. Come back to bed. Give it a couple of hours” Jay said groaning. Hand grabbing her sweater, dragging her back to bed as he switched his head to avoid the pocking.

“But it’s Christmas” Sofia said making a sad voice

“No. Don’t. Do that”  Jay said warningly, voice hoarse and sleepy

“But Jay” “Hope isn’t even awake” as he huffed

“DADDY. SANTA CAME!” Hope came barreling into the room screaming at her father’s sleeping form

“Scratch that, she was probably snooping downstairs” Jay said getting up, laughing as he saw Hope clinging to Sofia’s hand both jumping up and down in excitement.

“I live with two children” “Oh hush! C’mon” Sofia said reaching for his hand and pulling him downstairs. As they all entered the living room filled with presents Hope yelped in happiness, resulting in both adults laughing.

“Momma. Look” Hope screamed as she picked up the empty cookie plate. Both adults looked at each other with surprised expressions on their faces.

“Did she-” “Yes she did” as both gazed wide eyed towards little Hope diving into the piles of presents

“Jay-” as Sofia went to argue it. She would never replace Hope’s mother, that was never her intention, and it would never be. He shook his head interrupting her

“Just enjoy it” Jay said beaming as he threw his arm around her shoulders bringing her closer to him in order to kiss her. When they pulled away, both smiled before gazing at Hope’s little figure trying to read the tags on the gifts.

“Alright, munchkin. Which one first?” Jay exclaimed walking towards the tree as Sofia sat on the couch facing both of them. It was a great day.

[streaminn]

Sorry but all the Ortegaverse stuff has me thinking again lol. I’m supposed to be writing btw so this is inconvenient pffft

Anyway, I’m still obsessed with the tension between Wednesday, Enid, and May at the Addams mansion. Alright it is everything to me!!

Cause at the center, it’s three people who could fit together pretty well if the puzzle hadn’t been scrambled and torn apart.

Wednesday’s just trying to prove herself as someone who will not only love Enid with her entire heart, but will not abandon her. She doesn’t know what the werewolf has been through in all those years they were separated, but Wednesday can tell that Enid’s been torn down, over and over again. If there’s one thing that the raven can see in Enid’s heart, it’s the deep desire for consistency. Consistency and stability and reliability. Most of all, she just needs life to slow down. Wednesday knows she can offer that, she wants to be a rock for Enid. She will not abandon Enid, no matter how many times the blonde feels like she needs to run.

There’s only one obstacle in Wednesday’s path. May. Of course, Wednesday doesn’t actually see her as an obstacle, but May sure sees Wednesday that way. She really doesn’t see what the big deal about Wednesday Addams is anyway. May and her mother have gone this long on their own, though there was that one woman. May can’t even stand to say her name. And perhaps that’s why she doesn’t trust Wednesday. There is a disturbing similarity in their physical appearances, though the same could be said for her other mom. Whatever! It doesn’t change the fact that there is something seriously wrong with this new woman and her entire family at that. They’re all sorts of… kooky. And May does NOT appreciate it. Really, May just wants to protect Enid, she always has. So she keeps a close eye on Wednesday and maybe she tries to sabotage the seer every now and then. But it’s all for Enid, so it’s okay! Right?

And as for Enid… Well, she has no idea how she feels. She’s so happy to see Wednesday again and to be able to live in a stable home with a family that actually seems to care for and support her, she is so grateful. But, is she grateful enough? By gods, she feels so guilty for once again taking advantage of the Addams’ kindness. Though it’s far worse this time, as now she also feels the guilt for running away without a word last time. Surely her actions had hurt Wednesday. So why does her family not hate her? She herself would never forgive someone for doing that to May! So why does Gomez look at her so kindly still? Why does Morticia insist on being a mother to her? Why does Pugsley still ask to play with her? None of it makes sense to Enid.

Until, one day…

To be continued?

This is like, a completely whole new spinoff

Because Enid took up the winter mantle like a year after Mabel's death

Enid wants to feel safe in this house. It's a risk to even go out of the neighborhood because God does she know there's people just a second away from running loose the moment she's gone

But she'll try.

The addams family are kooky and they're crazy but they're kind. They're the type of people that seven something May should be around more than the crooks back home.

But... There's an itch under enid's skin whenever the Addams family look at her

Like they're looking at someone else

Their eyes are far too kind and Wednesday seems to look at her direction with this softness that prickles at her skin

Enid should feel flattered

But all she sees is the reason she left in the first place

She sees herself being a burden

[ridiasfangirlings]

Have you ever read They Both Die at the End? Somehow it kind of reminds me of Yata and Fushimi. What would it be like for them, meeting for the first time and then knowing they'd die that same day?

I can just imagine Fushimi finding out he’s going to die that day and just being like ‘heh,’ like just his luck he’s going to die young (also imagine when Niki found out he was going to die, and spent the whole day tormenting his little monkey so that Saruhiko wouldn’t forget him). When Fushimi gets contacted that it’s his last day he almost doesn’t even want to get up, like he may as well just play on the computer until death comes at this point. Eventually he gets hungry though and decides to go to the convenience store, wondering darkly if he’s going to get hit by a car getting some Caloriemate and wouldn’t that be fitting. 

Meanwhile Yata finds out about his own death and he’s really upset, he had so much stuff he wanted to do. I imagine him deciding he doesn’t want to upset his family, maybe even figuring that this will be easier on his mom since now she won’t have another mouth to feed. He makes his siblings breakfast and leaves them all a note and then just slips out of the house, trying to decide what to do next. He wants to see his friends at Bar Homra but he doesn’t want to upset anyone there either, like he remembers when Totsuka and Mikoto found out it was their last day and how oppressive the atmosphere was. Yata decides he’ll just go do all the cool things he always wanted to do and decides to get on the Last Friend app to try and find someone to do all this stuff with.

As he’s doing this he sees someone about to step into traffic, not paying attention, and without even thinking Yata jumps in to save the guy. Yata thinks this must be it, this is where he dies, but the oncoming car misses both him and the guy he saved and Yata’s kinda like ‘eh?’. The guy he saved clicks his tongue and calls Yata an idiot, like I was supposed to die today anyway and then a moron like you comes in and messes it up. Yata’s like hey is that any way to talk to the guy who saved you before he realizes what the guy just said and Yata’s like wait it’s your last day too. Yata figures this must be fate, like hey maybe we’re meant to spend our last day together. He introduces himself and tries to get the guy to talk to him, the guy just grumbles out ‘Fushimi’ and tells Yata to leave him alone.

Yata’s like come on no one wants to die alone right, Fushimi snorts and says Yata doesn’t know anything about him. Yata’s like yeah well you don’t know anything about me either so why not hang out together, there’s no expectations or anything on either of us, we’re just two guys hanging out on our last day. Fushimi rolls his eyes because what an idiot but he decides why not, he doesn’t really want to die in that house anyway. Yata grins and says he’ll show Fushimi the best last day ever and then Fushimi will have to admit that Yata isn’t an idiot and had a great idea. Fushimi scoffs at that and says he’d rather die and Yata just laughs.

So then Yata becomes really focused on giving this gloomy asshole that he met by chance the best day ever, and it sorta helps him keep his mind off the fact that he’s dying too. Meanwhile Fushimi is initially skeptical, thinking Yata’s just a loudmouth idiot, but imagine as the day goes on they get closer and closer, Fushimi finding that he’s actually enjoying himself for pretty much the only time in his life. I imagine this almost making things worse for Fushimi though, because he was resigned to dying but now here’s Misaki and Fushimi’s never had anyone look at him with shining eyes like that, never had anyone smile at him like that, and suddenly Fushimi wants to cling to him even though he knows that it’s useless and they’re both living their last day.

At some point imagine maybe Fushimi ends up speedrunning the betrayal basically, like he realizes he’s let himself get too close to Yata and he decides to break it off, that he doesn’t want this thing that won’t — that can’t — be permanent and goes off intending to die alone. Yata’s frustrated and upset that here he met this amazing person who had a great time with and then Fushimi threw it all back in his face, but he finds himself thinking that if this really is his last day he’s not gonna live it with regrets. He runs around town looking for Fushimi, maybe eventually finding Fushimi like standing on a rickety railing of an old building. Yata runs up to him, thinking he’s going to jump, and Fushimi tells him to go away. Yata grabs his arm and says he knows they're both going to die and if that’s the case he wants to die by Fushimi’s side, even if Fushimi hates him — Fushimi is the most amazing guy Yata’s ever met and even if they can’t be together forever they’ll be together for the rest of their forever. 

[samcat0925]

I'm curious, how do you think Alador X Darius happened/would happen?

So, I like to think that Darius always had feelings for Alador when they went to Hexside until they had their falling out and stopped talking to each other.

During that time, Odalia and Alador started dating which made Darius not only jealous but also believe that Alador was straight, so Darius thought that he had a crush on someone who wasn't ever going to feel the same way about him which did hurt a lot.

Little did Darius know, Alador was actually bisexual(or pansexual) and did have feelings for him but when they had their falling out, Alador thought that Darius hated him, so he started spending more time with Odalia and started to gain feelings for her which after a while, she asked him out and he said yes.

Alador did at one point try to mend things with Darius but it caused the two to break out into a fight that ended with Darius accidently saying something to Alador which was very hurtful to him and made him walk away hurt and Darius, ashamed by how he acted but not knowing how to apologize(a hc of mine is that Darius has a hard time with apologizes because he doesn't know how to do it in a way that lets the other person know that he was being genuine), just leaves Alador alone as he didn't want to make the situation worse.

After the two graduated from Hexside and became a part of the Abomination coven, Darius went on to train to become the most powerful Abomination coven member while being mentored by the (then) golden guard, while Alador inhered his family's businesses and his and Odalia's relationship grow to where they got married which Alador, in an effort to make some kind of amends with Darius, invited him but around this time, Darius was on his way to becoming the new abomination coven head and was also dealing with the loss of his mentor which either Darius was told had died or Darius saw what happened to them so he didn't attend the wedding which made Alador think that Darius was being petty(while secretly being very hurt by the fact that Darius didn’t come like he had hoped).

Then after the whole thing with the Day of Unity and the Collector as well as Alador and Odalia getting a divorce happened, Hunter went to go stay at the owl house after Eda had asked if he wanted to live with her and Raine(Yes, they’re married because they deserve to be happy together. Sorry, I don’t make the rules), pretty much beating Darius to it but he would go to visit Hunter every so often. 

On one of those days that he went to go visit Hunter, Alador was there to get to know Luz and Hunter more as Luz is dating Amity and Hunter is dating Edric(which Alador approve of the both of them since they did help save the Boiling Isles). The two were very cold and condescending towards each other when they saw each other before Raine asks them if they can get some potions ingredients for Eda which they both hesitate before agreeing. As they leave, Raine mutters to themselves that they hope that this will make the two of them finally settle this old squabble.

While the two are out getting the ingredients, Alador asks Darius how his life has been since they last talked. After a minute, Darius sighs before saying that a lot changed since then and talks about how he lost his mentor who was the golden guard before Hunter, how Belos was responsible for it, how he found out about the draining spell and tried to stop it but failed. Alador, seeing that Darius was upset, tells him that at least he tried to stop it instead of just letting it happen like Odalia did. 

Darius asks him how he and his children had been since the divorce which Alador says that it’s been an adjustment but a good one as he has been able to spend more time with his children while his kids are able to be themselves more without their mother’s expectations looming over them. Darius smiles, saying that must have been a relief for his children as he heard from Hunter that the youngest blight, Amity, was dating Luz, the human who saved them all, while the twins were in multi-tracks. Alador mutters about how he wished that he saw how unhappy his children were sooner. Hearing that, Darius tries to comfort Alador by telling him that the past can’t be changed so he should try to focus on the present. 

After a while of the two making up and clearing up a lot of misunderstandings, they come back to the ingredients. Eda and Raine sees that they’re actually getting along which Eda makes a comment that it took them long enough. After a year of the two reconnecting and strengthening their friendship again, Darius asks Alador out and the two of them start dating.

[thepalaceofmelanie]

MW- Character of the day: Arianne Martell

Tag: @adriennegabriella @morby @tashastrange89 @candycanes19 @wingsoftheangels

(A/N: My one verse fix for the eff up that both D&D and, GRRM did to House Martell canon wise. Oh by the way, the way I have magic used in my verses, is a bit different from canon. Till and if GRRM finishes the series, I’m just using it my way. Enjoy the story.)

Character of the day: Arianne Martell

Song Inspired: “Home” and “Give Me A Sign” by: Breaking Benjamin

“I can help you get you the Iron Throne.”

Was all that the note read. Arianne could tell it was the same writing as the note that was left for her Father, Doran. That was from four days ago.

“Come to King’s Landing in three days time. Bring your Ellaria, the Sand Snakes and your Father, if he can.”

Was all that the note read. Arianne was interested on who was sending the notes; she could feel eyes on her though. She wasn’t sure what the feeling was. Arianne did not want to bring her Father with her, not after all the hell he brought to her mentally. That was from three days ago.

“Your Uncle isn’t dead, he lives. You have no reason to believe this claim or, any that I have had made to you, but I did promise your Father.”

Was all that the note read. Her heart wanted to stop, to read that line made her enraged. The blood of Martell screamed for answers. Arianne had to wait though, would the others believe her if she told them the truth? That was two days ago.

“I serve the Martells, like I do my own house. I seek to have Tywin and Cersei Lannister dead.”

Was all that the note red. Arianne chuckled at the note; if they’re a real ally, it would make this interesting. Soon they’d be in King’s Landing and the mystery would be answered. Was Oberyn truly alive or was this a gambit, Arianne could afford to take? That was a day ago.

“Come to the Red Keep.”

Was all that the last note read…

This was it, Arianne, her cousins and Ellaria had made it to King’s Landing; Arianne being confident normally, felt nervous. It was like time slowed down for her and that, if it was for nothing, that it would be a fate worse than death.

The group, huddled together, weapons at the drawn at an eerily calm Red Keep. It was like it had been abandoned like Shadystone. Their hearts beating hard as they felt anxious, their steps echoing as they head for the Throne room.

They walk into the room and standing in the center of the room is Oberyn Martell, skull in tact. Oberyn’s daughters jaws drop. Arianne’s eyes tear up in joy and Ellaria ran over to him, her hand touching his face.

“It’s him...how?” Ellaria asked.

“Apologizes my love.” Oberyn smirked.

I walked into the room, just watching from a far. Allowing Oberyn to be with his family…

Arianne felt something touch her shoulder; a raven with a small scroll...just like the one from her Father’s study the one day. She took the scroll:

“Over here.”

Arianne’s eyes meet mine, a small smile on my face. I started to walk over to them, thinking it would be okay now.

“We’ve been waiting for you Queen Arianne.” I spoke finally. I pulled my hood down and smiled at the group.

“How?! How is he alive?” Arianne asked.

Of course Oberyn and Ellaria were making out like horny teenagers, but it’s welcomed right now. I turned to the shadows. Arianne could see a black humanoid mass standing there. Her eyes go wide in shock seeing it.

“Do you remember how I came to Dorne with no guards from the North?” I asked.

“Yes.” Arianne answered.

“It’s why. Basically I was able to switch your Uncle out for my shadow. What Ellaria saw, was my shadow magus being murdered. Listen, your Grace, if you want me dead for not-”

“Why would I want you dead? You saved my Uncle! I mean, sure I am upset at the fact you didn’t say anything but I...thank you.” Arianne was a bit stunned.

Doran had a plan to put Arianne on the Iron Throne; things changed but when I sent Doran that note all that time ago, I meant it. I would help him get her on the throne and help get justice for Elia. I’m not doing it for the glory or anything, it’s because they’re my family.

I may have the wolf blood in me, but they’re part of our family too. Maybe now Father, Mother and Robb may rest. Arianne was sitting on the Iron Throne, was the next thing I remembered. Cersei’s crown now on her head.

"'Unbowed, unbent, unbroken.' The words of House Martell. A promise to our enemies, and a challenge to our lovers."

[icypenguin]

☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ When is the right time?

ft. Shikanoin Heizou

hellooo i hope you guys enjoyed my recent fanfics! just to let you know, this fanfictakes place in modern au. enjoy readinggg!

Pt 2 Pt 3

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it was a bright and shiny day as school. a part that makes it worse is that it’s monday.. yep, the first day of school this week. but for you, it was a great day as you can admire your long time crush, shikanoin heizou, whom you have had a crush on since highschool. and the fact that your college are the same suprises you. you thought you didn’t have a chance to see him again after highschool, but fate was on your side and decide to suprise you. you were walking towards your locker when you saw heizou talking with his friends. his mouth smiling wide showing his teeth as he closes his eyes while laughing. you were mesmerised by the view but decide to look forward as you don’t want to bump into someone.

after you get your books from ur locker, you head towards your classroom and your friend kuki was already there. “kuki!” you waved at her while walking towards your seat which is next to her. “oh hey y/n.. sooo whats up?” kuki asked with a smile. kuki knew that you like heizou because you both were bestfriends since elementary. “everything’s going well. anyway help me with the math homework! will you?” you asked kuki while opening your math homework. the homework was due today but since you were too busy thinking off… heizou lastnight, you forgot about it. kuki rolled her eyes as she knew you were going to ask her to help you “tch, let me guess.. you were too busy thinking about him?” “ding! ding! ding” you made a bell sound to ensure her shes correct. kuki didn’t just help you that easily, you had to beg her but finally at the end kuki helped you complete it even though you still don’t understand… the bell then rings and the teacher got inside. the class continued until it was lunch.

at lunch everybody gather at the cafeteria, but you and kuki always eat lunch at the school garden as it was quieter than the cafeteria. to your suprise heizou’s gang decided to eat at the school garden too, you didn’t know why as you thought that’s odd of him. you sneakily sneak a gaze or two every 3 minutes. kuki obviously know what’s going on and she decide to tease you. “awww does y/n wants to eat together with her boyfrienddd~” kuki had a smirk on her face while leaning close to you. with her teasing you face immediately felt warm “h-hey what are you talking about?! um h-he’s not my boyfriend!” you continued in a quiet voice “or atleast not yet…”. you don’t know when is the right time for you to confess to him. you’re not even close to him! you continued sneaking glances on him and suddenly your eyes meets the apple green eye that you adore. that didn’t last long as you and heizou break the eyecontact pretty fast.

timeskip after school

you were walking towards the school gate with kuki when all of the sudden, heizou walked to you and kuki. you were suprised to see him heading towards you, your cheeks felt warm as he got closer and closer until he said something. “h-hey guys um..” he looked quite nervous and he was looking down. “hey heizou, what’s up? you’re not the type to be the nervous one.” kuki asked with a teasing look. kuki and heizou were friends but not that close, they’re friends because they live pretty near. “um uh.. there’s going to be a party on saturday at my house. would you girls like to join? here’s the invitation” heizou handed out and invitation for kuki. you thought he only invited kuki as your emotions become gloomy. that was until heizou handed out an invitation plus a rose that kuki didn’t get. “a-and here’s for you y/n…” he said as his tip of ears became red. “thanks heizou…” you took the invitation and rose from his hands, your fingers brushed against his and your can already feel your face became hotter. heizou then said goodbyes and catched up with his friends.

kuki looked at you with a teasing smile “sooo you know what’s going to happen right?~”. “w-what are you talking about!?” you asked with a still blushing face. “oh don’t act all dumb y/n, who knows it’ll be the right timee~” kuki continued teasing you as your face got redder and redder. “w-whatever! lets just go!” you said embarrassed. you then went home and lay on your bed.. thinking about what’s to come… what will happen if you join the party?

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thankyou for reading! i will make part 2 tomorrow or the day after tomorrow! advices are always accepted, thankyou!

[guardxdavis]

sinqua walls, bisexual, male + he/him ― hey look, it’s davis brooks! they’re 33 years old, they’ve lived in shrike heights for one week, and they’re currently working as a security guard in shrike mall. i heard they’re pretty uncertain, but i think they’re so brave at the same time. can they make it out alive?

Davis Brooks thought he had his entire life figured out. Coming from a military family, there was never any doubt about what he’d be. His grandfather was a Marine, and both his parents were in the army (which was how they met), and then his older brother and sister both followed in their footsteps, joining the navy and the air force, respectively. For him, it felt strange not to join the ranks as well, and beyond that, Davis genuinely wanted to, especially after his father was killed overseas. For Davis, there was no greater aspiration than protecting people, and that was what he wanted to do, so he joined the army like his parents.

Davis rose through the ranks, and he truly felt like he'd found his calling. This was his dream, and it was coming true. However, his personal life was not as fulfilling. He’d dated, but he’d never had a relationship last. And even worse, he wasn’t sure he’d ever loved any of his past significant others, and the longer things went this way, the more discouraged Davis became. Maybe love wasn’t something meant for him. Or maybe he just couldn’t get over his first love.

Growing up, Davis and his best friend Alec had been inseparable, and for Davis at least, it been more than that - he’d been in love. However, Alec had always claimed to be straight, so Davis had accepted that, never professing his love for the man. It was enough just to be near him. As they got older though, they began to drift apart as they went down different paths, Alec falling in with a bad crowd. Davis had tried to help, but there was only so much you could do for a person who didn’t want help. And eventually, they lost touch.

That changed though in a way Davis had never expected. There was a home burglary in his hometown, wherein one of the residents had been badly beaten, and Davis discovered on the news that the description of the perpetrator matched Alec, particularly a unique scar on his arm that Davis remembered from a biking accident. But that couldn’t be right; the Alec he knew wouldn’t hurt anyone. So he told no one, instead looking into it himself, and after a bit of searching, Davis tracked Alec down.

When they reunited, it was like no time had passed. Alec seemed genuinely happy to see him, and after talking, Davis knew that Alec couldn’t have done this. Alec swore he had nothing to do with the break-in, and he seemed aghast that suspicion was ever thrown on him. Davis believed him, though he was admittedly troubled when he learned that Alec had briefly dated the man who had been attacked. But Davis had been thrown off by the fact that Alec wasn’t as straight as he had assumed, and his friend revealed that he’d always had a crush on Davis. And then the men finally acted on their long-standing feelings for each other.

Alas, Davis had been wrong: the house was broken into again, and just as before, the man had been attacked. This time he’d had a security system installed, so he escaped major injury, but his security cameras had footage of the attacker fleeing. The footage was shown on the news, and when he watched it, Davis knew it was Alec despite the grainy footage. Even though the man’s face was covered, he recognized the scar and the tattoo on Alec's wrist he’d seen during their night together. Davis felt so foolish, and, angry with himself, told his mother everything, seeking her advice. She was furious he’d kept this to himself, and after his mother called the police, they converged on Alec's house. Wanting to talk to his friend, to try and convince him to turn himself in, Davis went there too, reaching the house at the same time as the cops. But Alec would not come quietly, and there was a standoff wherein two people were shot before they were able to get into the house and arrest Alec. One of them was an officer who was hit in the spine and would be paralyzed from the waist down for the rest of his life. The other was Davis, hit by what he thought was a stray bullet.

The wound could have been worse: Davis was shot in the shoulder, and apart from some physical limitations, he’d made a full recovery, though he was no longer deemed fit to serve due to his injury, and the army honorably discharged him. But Davis would never forgive himself for letting love blind him to Alec's true nature. His mother never told anyone else (her call to the police had been an anonymous tip), though the police briefly questioned Davis given the fact that he'd been there during the standoff. But Davis's mother could not look at him the same way, and Davis couldn’t blame her. So she suggested he move to Shrike Heights, the town she grew up in and where her mother still owned a home, having recently retired to Florida. After his siblings figured out what had happened, Davis had nothing keeping him in Boston.

[phanfictioncatalogue]

Fics With The Same Title (4) Masterlist

Links Last Checked: June 4th, 2023

part one, part two, part three

Bad Day - auroraphilealis

Summary: Dan and Phil are on tour, but that doesn’t stop Dan from having bad days sometimes. Thankfully, Phil’s always there to… make them seem more bearable.

Bad Day (ao3) - chatoyment

Summary: Nothing seems to be going right with everything that Dan does on that certain Saturday. It only got worse when Phil and him have a big argument for the first time in their new relationship.

Bad Day - mermaidstailonmyface

Summary: phan fic where Dan has had a very bad day at college and goes to Phil's house for the usual round of video games and Phil, uh, makes it better?

Carry Me (ao3) - Flarky

Summary: Dan's week without his meds has left him exhausted. Luckily Phil is there to carry him. (Aka that week in march).

Carry Me - jestbee

Summary: He's not obsessed. It really doesn't matter what Louise says.

“You're looking again." 

"At what?"

"Your roommate."

Phil isn't looking. He's checking.

"Pass the butter," is what he says instead.

"You have butter."

"I need more butter."

Caught (ao3) - Do_it_with_the_Howell_Lesters

Summary: 2009 d&p figure out what sex is and they're like... that's good, so they do it on the pool table at Phil's parents but then his mum walks in.

Caught (ao3) - hygge

Summary: Just because they weren’t together anymore didn’t mean that Dan couldn’t read phanfiction while he got off, right? Or at least that’s what he thought before Phil walked into the room.

Caught (ao3) - MaeTaurus

Summary: Dan knows he shouldn’t, knows that Phil could walk in on him any second and catch him, but he just can’t help it.

Creature Of The Night (ao3) - glitterhowell

Summary: Dan's skin is cold and doesn't have a beating heart that is until the night Phil Lester walks into the same bar as him.

Creature of the Night (ao3) - obsessive-fics (xoPrincessKayxo)

Summary: Phil is the monster under Dan's bed

Driving Me Wild - junghossokarchive-blog

Summary: In which Dan likes wearing croptops and shorts, Phil is a punk youtuber who drools over him and Louise wants them to stop pining.

driving me wild (ao3) - twinklyhowell

Summary: dan's fingers clawed into phil's shoulders as phil quickened his pace, stroking quicker and longer, and dan's eyes rolled into the back of head, jerking back, choking out moans. he became louder, and phil's smirk widened.

Duality - etoilesdephan

Summary: It was eerie in the prison, yet somehow Dan’s smile could calm him down.

Duality (ao3) - melapplesphan

Summary: During the filming of their 2018 Easter baking video, Phil finds that he can’t stop staring at Dan’s curls and wishing he was wearing his pastel outfit, so he asks Dan to put it on for him. Or, how Phil finally stumbles onto the main reason why he gets so turned on during the late nights he and Dan spend baking. In which Phil has a thing for Pastel Dan, running his fingers through Dan’s curls, and telling Dan he’s beautiful. Equal parts fluff and smut. Please heed the tags.

Hurricane (ao3) - DryCereal

Summary: "In the eye of a hurricane there is quiet/For just a moment"

Hurricane (ao3) - eudaimonic

Summary: In which Dan and Phil live in New York in the not-so-distant future and are brought together by extraneous variables. Their meeting is intrinsic. Their power is ineffable.

Interrupted By Fireworks (ao3) - interruptedbyfjreworks

Summary: Dan and Phil watch the fireworks while in America on the Fourth of July.

interrupted by fireworks (ao3) - nostalgicphan

Summary: [ 2009!phan au ]

dan has the strange ability to hear whenever anybody anywhere is saying something positive about him.

for the past ten years, he’s been living in silence, dealing with the fact that nobody out there has anything good to say about him.

until one day, he hears something...

Lollipop (ao3) - blissedoutphil

Summary: Dan sucks on a lollipop and it turns Phil on and Dan teases Phil and acts like he doesn’t notice and it leads to punishment

lollipop (ao3) - orphan_account

Summary: In where Dan's bisexual and slutty as fuck and Phil just wants his candy business to take off.

Monster (ao3) - celeistic

Summary: Phil is sick and tired of Dan suddenly treating him like nothing. So, he decides to confront him about it, and it goes a bit sour.

Monster - helloanonymouswriter

Summary: Dan controls fire and Phil controls ice and they hate each other from previous events they do not speak off. However, when Dan gets hurt in battle Phil finds his hatred dissipating and replaced with worry.

Monster (ao3) - PatheticPidgey

Summary: Something strange is going on, and Dan doesn't like it. Until, he ends up loving it.

morning (ao3) - watergator

Summary: a morning shared during the rain

Morning (ao3) - whylime

Summary: Dan wakes up not feeling his best, so Phil helps him feel better.

Oops (ao3) - dip_and_pip_trash

Summary: It only took one miss click for the world to find out the truth about Dan and Phil's relationship.

Oops (ao3) - lilyxxxooo

Summary: The boys have a drunken night together and are suddenly overcome by feelings. They decide to remain just friends but both struggle with this decision.

Oops (ao3) - rennyassance

Summary: “I was imitating a fight scene off this anime I watched and accidentally hit you in the face.”

Rain (ao3) - Nefertiti1052 (Succubusphan), schnaf

Summary: When their dinner date gets ruined, the boys need to find a way to make it work.

Rain (ao3) - phanburnhamizzard

Summary: It's a cold day with ominous purple clouds in the sky when Daniel Howell bolts out of his apartment and heads downtown. Phil Lester is left in their apartment alone, stunned, in the aftermath of their argument.

Separated from one another, they think back on their relationship, Dan's depression, and what their friendship really means to them.

Then, it starts to rain...

Seven Years (ao3) - DryCereal

Summary: Dan: “Phil plays 'Hello Internet' to wind me up sometimes……. It is the guaranteed way to upset Dan.” Vidcon 2016 Panel – ‘The First Time I Hit Upload’

Seven Years (ao3) - phanimist

Summary: three instances where dan and phil reminisce on their first meeting back on october 19th, 2009.

Seven Years (ao3) - prettysweet

Summary: Dan turns up in Manchester a little younger than Phil thought.

Speak Now - phanlight

Summary: teenage!phan are best friends and phil has a crush on dan. phil also has a parrot and one afternoon when dan's at his house the parrot says "i love dan" or something and then fluff happens.

speak now (ao3) - overcastphan

Summary: Phil is not the kind of boy who should be rudely barging in on a white veil occasion, but Dan isn't the type of boy who should be marrying the wrong girl.

sticky notes (ao3) - xpetriichxr

Summary: Dan is having a hard time dealing with anxiety and craves reassurance, but he just doesn't know how to ask for it.

Sticky Notes - auroraphilealis

Summary: When Phil realizes Dan spends so much time in the bathroom telling himself off, he decides to take matters into his own hand’s and starts leaving Sticky Notes to cheer his best friend up.

Sticky Notes (ao3) - orphan_account

Summary: Dan keeps getting notes in his locker from a secret admirer...

Too High, Can't Come Down (ao3) - calumthomases (orphan_account)

Summary: Phil never expected to be sticking his dick through a hole in the wall for some stranger to suck, and yet, here he is.

He isn't even that down for this. Personally, he's not really a glory hole person. Well, he's a glory hole porn person, but that's completely different.

Title from Toxic by Britney Spears

too high (can't come down) (ao3) - danfanciesphil (thejigsawtimess)

Summary: Suspending himself 7,000 feet above the rest of the world seems likely to be a sure-fire way for Dan to escape normality, and isolate himself for the foreseeable future. The Secret of the Alps, a small hotel tucked into the side of the Swiss mountains is too niche for most avid adventurers to have heard of, making it the perfect place for Dan to work as he sorts through his problems. Unfortunately, privacy is a coveted thing, and as Dan soon finds out, the hotel harbours one guest who values it more than most.

When the Day Met the Night - camisadan

Summary: “When the sun found the moon she was drinking tea in a garden under the green umbrella trees in the middle of summer. When the moon found the sun he looked like he was barely hanging on but her eyes saved his life in the middle of summer.”

When the Day Met the Night - cocktailaunt

Summary: Dan Howell is what every high school student aspires to be. A player on the football team and invited to every party within a 10 mile radius, Dan doesn't have much to complain about. Everyone knows who Dan Howell is. Until someone doesn’t. Phil, an artist with dark hair and a paint-stained leather jacket. He’s alternative, he’s different. But maybe Dan needs something a little different.

When the Day Met the Night (ao3) - thrillerqueen

Summary: Dan is like the moon, cold and dark, and alone. One day he meets a boy who shines like the sun.

[monoke-shades-diary]

week 2

someone told me I should write my ‘’documents’’ more clearly since technically dimension traveling is something no one (other than me) has done so I should codify it better since this is ‘’history in the making’’ Lol I think Crowley is just mad at the scholars for being so vague about other dimensions and the mirror cause it’s making his research to get me home harder.anyways here we go.

I woke up and walked down to the front room and completely forgot I had 2 idiots in my house so seeing them lying on my couch startled me a bit. Until I remembered they’re involuntarily staying here.

I went to the kitchen to make some breakfast out of the food from the package’s Crowley was sending it wasn’t a lot considering how many people SHOULD be living here but it was just her and grim here so the food was more than enough.

As I was microwaving my food Ace walks in and ask me what for breakfast. And I told him he could use whatever he wanted from the pantry to make something so long as I can supervise since after knowing him for a week I know I for sure can’t trust him alone in the kitchen. He made some porridge for himself as well as deuce since he felt bad for dragging him into this.

I’m admittedly very tired from barely getting sleep which also made what happened later worse.

we went to heartsyble dorm and met Cater an influencer who was painting roses for an….unbirthday party?

I don’t know anything about this place and it truly feels like I never will I mean come on an unbirthday party? next there going to tell me they have an invisible purple cat that can talk. Anyways….. the next thing that happened I’m actually embarrassed of.Cater had tricked us into doing his chores and even then I got the short end of the stick because everyone else used magic I had to use paint.

And then he had the gul to throw us out after we did him a huge favor. Then we had to rush to our potions class since we completely forgot that we went to school here.

anyways the classes were…different to say the least. Potions were kind of and the history teacher was…nice I guess? and the p.e teacher was very….helpful I guess you could say he just told me to ‘’tell him if I get to tired and I’ll let you sit down.’’ and when I said thanks he said ‘’don’t mention it after all I know how you women can have very low stamina so don’t be afraid to take breaks.’’ and walked away. I’m gonna be honest I didn’t even know what to say to that. I mean he just said it so upbeat like it was fact. It did give me something though and that was motivation and I sweared I wouldn’t ever take breaks and be the best kid in that class if it was the last thing I did and prove that coach Vargas shouldn’t be a teacher if he can’t even see all his students the same.

Then I did the one thing you’re not supposed to do with children and looked away from grim while I was walking in the hall with ace and deuce. And just like that grim’s lose and then ace and deuce literally took their chance to make me their help to catch grim. I swear those boys probably all planned it together after all grim will do anything for some tuna. Thankfully though we eventually caught grim and calmed him down. Then we headed down the east corridor to lunch.

And just as we getting are food we bumped into this dude and broke the yolk of his….capybara? I think he called it? Anyways you know what this man does? he decides to take grim-the-cat-that-will-do-anything-for-food’s grilled chicken. And I’m going be honest and call it mother’s intuition but I could just feel the toddler tauntrum coming on. Not only that but the guy and his friend try and take grim’s food but when grim talked back they decided that an egg yolk breaking is most definitely something to get into a fist fight over.Admittedly all I was doing at first was trying and descalate the fight but after the dude’s friend said ‘’now, let’s see just how many ways there are to skin a cat’’ I wanted to do nothing more than kick this man’s teeth in. And we fought. Then Trey came up and started to talk to us. When finally started to eat and it was so good. Till cater interrupted us which I was a little annoyed but I let it slide since he helped explain some of the crazy traditions around night raven collage which brought me some since of clarity and showed me how to tell who’s from which dorm. And it was pretty fun….until ace started talking out of his ass about riddle while he was RIGHT BEHIND HIM. Of course riddle was mad and yelled at ace. Then after riddle left we started to talk to ace about what a PROPER apology looks like and we decided that we’d collect the ingredients for Trey to bake a new chestnut tart for the unbirthday party next week.

After we finished talking we went to the rest of our classes for the day and finally went back to our dorm. After that nothing else to notable happened other than me doing more repairs around the house and ace and deuce helping because the felt bad which was actually pretty sweet considering the little scheme they pulled with grim earlier. unfortunately however I can’t remember anything else we tried a couple things but the only thing that sparked something was how familiar some plants in an herbology book looked it also made me think about how different my home must’ve been for nothing here to make me feel even a little nostalgic other than a book with some surprisingly crazy amount of of dangerous plants that made me scared to think about what the world outside night raven collage must look like…..

[froghospice]

walk in the rain, lightning on my roof

[NOT CLICKBAIT]

today was so rainy there was a flash flood warning. at the peak of it i went for a walk because i haven't really left the house that much in the past couple days so i was itching to do literally anything. so i went!

you would think the worst part about walking in the rain is how heavy your clothes get, or the soggy shoes, but it's really everyone staring at you. i'm aware that walking in a storm is weird behavior, but i needed to leave my house! it just happened to be pouring at that time. halfway-ish through i stopped for ice cream. as i was walking it made me laugh how much water was in my sundae. it also made me kinda worry about the air quality lately and how that is definitely in the clouds and i'm eating it. but we move.

   my postponed plans were supposed to be today. i know why they also didn't happen, but i'm still kinda sad about it. having a small circle is nice until everyone else is doing stuff when i wanna do stuff.

           it made me feel like i was in high school and alone. kinda in my regression era. i was watching hours worth of nostalgia earlier and i wanted to turn myself inside out because i'll never have that much fun again. but it was nice to feel like i was going to.

i also threw myself a dance party earlier, and it was okay. really, it felt performative, which is weird when i was the one who wanted to move around. maybe i need to find new music because for the most part i wasn't dancing for anything other than the fact that i thought dancing would make me feel better, which defeats the point i think.

there are so many things i want to do but i can't bring myself to do them and it's so frustrating. like things that require me to use my brain. sometimes i feel like i was business hours, and anything outside of that i can't function. it's annoying. like capitalism really trickles one way i guess.     things are so quiet. they have been. i kinda hate when you can hear the world working. it means you aren't working with it, just standing still. and stillness is okay but also it feels like a waste almost? cause stillness is not rest. rest blocks those things out. stillness is feeling the world move without you. like there's a you-shaped aura of nothing and all the atoms in the room are avoiding you. the world works together, life is all about connection and moving parts. living and dying. pieces that fit and mold if they don't. adaptation. stillness is a protest against that, almost. how dare you, it says as it gets out of your way.

   also my building got struck by lightning today. and i wasn't there! that was during my walk. i had stopped at 7-11 soaking wet and 10 pounds heavier to get some coke-zero because i keep forgetting to stop at places that sell the 12-pack. i like the guys at 7-11. i think they like me too because i always have my card ready and i say thank you. and i'm not stoned and i get the same couple things every time. every once in a while i see them out in the wild and it makes the both of us jump because we never acknowledge each other because we know this relationship's intimacy only lies within the walls of 7-11. one of them got a face tattoo recently and it's interesting. i keep thinking what's up with that? like...you work at 7-11 what did you do? anyway

       after that i went back to my apartment. there's this cool old guy who has a house right across the street. and he worries me because there's always a firetruck or ambulance or any first responder there. like at least once a week it's scary lowkey. there's also always police outside of the bubble tea place literally 30 seconds away from me. which is hilarious. why is there so much crime at Tai Chi? the owner always looks stressed as hell, which, i would too so i don't judge.         but anyway        i was walking back home and this time there are firefighters and they're outside my building for a change! and i was like huh... and they wouldn't say why which i think is worse than being vague. cause grace ripped out our fire alarm so if it was our unit i'd have no fucking clue. but turns out lightning had struck our building.

   in a weird way i wish i was inside when it happened. there are a couple things i'm convinced are gonna happen to me, but i will keep them to myself minus one. my dad got struck by lightning so i feel like i will too. it feels like something that would happen to me. it happened to my building but idk if that counts. that's hilarious tho. grace isn't here and i forgot to tell her so when they sent the update email she sent me a couple frantic texts and it made me laugh.

it's already july and i feel like my life is over. this is dramatic, but true. i don't know what to do with myself these days and whatever i come up with i end up disappointed. maybe this is just being in your 20s but honestly i have felt like this for ages. whenever i look up my birth chart it tells me most of my aspects suggest that the only happy parts of my life are the beginning and the end. which so far seems like it'll reign true but that also makes me so anxious for when i have good periods of time. like i have a good week and it makes me feel like i'm gonna die by firing squad.

i wish i could explain things better but i think that adds to my charm. i kind of want to go on another rainy walk. really i want the soggy clothes feel. i can't explain how making myself look pathetic is so healing but it is. maybe because i'm doing it to myself. maybe because i need to weigh myself down. the last 5 minutes of my walk was so nice in terms of that. like my pants were so heavy yet they were kinda sticking to my legs? and my sweatshirt was heavy too but it wasn't sticking to me. idk i felt like a man. i dressed like a guy on purpose so people would leave me alone. made me happier than i thought (the masculine expression, not the being seen as a scary black man thing). the being seen as a man at first was interesting. cause like i know but i haven't seen it first person, you know? it was also funny seeing people kinda shifty but then as i got closer they say i was a girl and they relaxed a bit, but also not cause why are you so soaking and acting normal about it??? i would jump too honestly. but i was free

   also when i was in 7-11 i felt kinda bad cause i was literally dripping all over the floor. like as you can probably infer, dear reader, i was very wet. like my clothes were way past 100% saturated and yet i was still walking in the rain so yeah. i did laundry immediately after getting home cause yeah... very wet. also i like those pants and i wear them to work all the time.

i think that's it for now. signing off.

[frankterranella]

Here’s my pick for the best musical comedy of all time

If I had to pick my favorite musical, it would be a very tough choice. I love “Seesaw” and “1776” and “Pippin” and “Merrily We Roll Along.” But if I had to choose what I consider to be the best musical ever written, it would have to be “Gypsy.” I was fortunate enough to see a production this week. “Gypsy” was created in 1959 by roughly the same team who had created “West Side Story” on Broadway two years earlier, except that master songwriter Jule Style replaced Leonard Bernstein as composer. Stephen Sondheim again wrote the lyrics; Arthur Laurents wrote the book and Jerome Robbins directed. The musical is the fictionalized life story of Gypsy Rose Lee, the famous burlesque star. But since this was to be a vehicle for the 51-year-old Ethel Merman, the central character is Gypsy Rose Lee’s mother, Rose, probably the greatest stage mother of all time. The show takes us on a ride with Mama Rose, her two children, June and Louise, and her would-be husband Herbie, from the fringes of vaudeville in the 1920s to center stage at Minsky’s burlesque in the 1930s. I think that if I were asked to introduce anyone to musical theater, I would start with “Gypsy,” because I think it is the perfect combination of book and music. The problem many people have with musicals is that the book is often simply a device to connect songs. That’s not the case with “Gypsy,” where the book is so strong it could actually stand on its own as a straight play without any songs and be entertaining. There are few musicals (notably “1776”) that can claim that. The other thing that “Gypsy” has going for it is that it has quite simply the best overture of any Broadway musical. Orchestrator Sid Ramin, who also worked on “West Side Story” (with Irwin Kostal), took Jule Styne’s songs and created a masterpiece. Overtures traditionally were simply music to get people to sit down and shut up before the curtain went up. But this overture is a work of art. It perfectly creates the mood of the show to come and generates excitement and anticipation of a great night in the theater. The overture begins with a cymbal crash and four quarter notes (A-D-A-E) played by the trumpets. Those four notes correspond to the words “I Have A Dream” that Rose sings at the beginning and end of the show (four years before Martin Luther King made those words immortal). In fact, the entire show is propelled by Rose’s dreams. The show opens with an example Rose’s bullying tactics as she works to fulfill her dream, this time to get her daughters into Uncle Jocko’s Kiddie Show. But the second song of the show is the traditional “I Want” song where the protagonist sings about her goals in life. Here, in the hands of composer Jule Styne with Stephen Sondheim’s lyrics, we learn what makes Mama Rose tick. The song is “Some People” (you can hear Ethel Merman sing it at https://youtu.be/U_r5SizITAE). The scene is Rose’s father’s house where she is trying to get him to give her $88 so she can put together an act to take on the road. She begins singing:

Some people can get a thrill Knitting sweaters and sitting still— That's okay for some people Who don't know they're alive

Some people can thrive and bloom Living life in a living room That's perfect for some people Of one hundred and five!

But I at least gotta try When I think of All the sights that I gotta see yet All the places I gotta play All the things that I gotta be yet Come on, Poppa, whaddaya say?

Some people can be content Playing bingo and paying rent— That's peachy for some people For some Hum-Drum People to be But some people ain't me!

Like many extraordinary people, Rose can think of nothing worse than being ordinary. She has a dream, and now she uses the first four notes of the overture to sing about it:

I had a dream A wonderful dream, Poppa All about June and the Orpheum circuit— Gimme a chance and I know I can work it

I had a dream Just as real as can be, Poppa There I was in Mr. Orpheum's office And he was saying to me:

"Rose! Get yourself some new orchestrations New routines and red velvet curtains Get a feathered hat for the Baby Photographs in front of the theatre Get an agent—and in jig time You'll be being booked in the big time!"

Oh, what a dream A wonderful dream, Poppa And all that I need Is eighty-eight bucks, Poppa That's what he said, Poppa Only eighty-eight bucks, Poppa

Unfortunately, her father has heard this song before and he’s having none of it. He wants her to get a job and settle down in Seattle. So he tells her:

You ain't gettin' eighty-eight cents from me, Rose! (interesting fact: this line was voiced by Stephen Sondheim on the original cast album)

Rose replies:

Then I'll get it someplace else—but I'll get it and get my kids out!

Rose is determined to fulfill her dreams. And she’s going to do that by any means necessary:

Goodbye To blueberry pie! Good riddance to all the socials I had to go to All the lodges I had to play All the Shriners I said hello to— Hey, L.A., I'm coming your way!

Some people sit on their butts Got the dream—yeah, but not the guts! That's living for some people For some Hum-Drum People, I suppose Well, they can stay and rot— But not Rose!

And with that, Rose, her girls, and the show, hit the road. From then on, it’s a classic show business tale. Although the story was supposedly based on Gypsy Rose Lee’s autobiography, Gypsy apparently told Arthur Laurents to change anything he wanted for the sake of a good show. That’s why the full name of the show is “Gypsy—A Musical Fable.”

I make it a point to see “Gypsy” at least once a decade, and I listen to the score regularly. I wasn’t fortunate enough to see Ethel Merman as Mama Rose. (My parents weren’t likely to take a six-year-old to a show about a stripper.) But I saw the first Broadway revival in 1974 with Angela Lansbury, and several other productions since. The show is so strong that I can honestly say I’ve never seen a bad production. If you’ve never seen it, seek it out. If you have seen it, take others. And don’t be afraid to take children. There are lots of children in the show for heaven’s sake! Children need to see the power of the words “I Have a Dream.”

[positivelyholland]

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harry styles x daughter!reader

taylor swift x daughter!reader

Summary: when you’re making the transition from your mom’s house to your dad’s, things don’t go too well.

Warnings: this is a mess btw, split parents, mentions of fame and stuff, injuries, separation anxiety, adjustment disorder, airplanes, lemme know if I missed anything

While some might say you had it easy in life, things tended to be pretty complicated as a Styles-Swift. For one, both your parents were famous musicians, which meant that sometimes you would have to go weeks without seeing one of them. They both lived very complicated lifestyle, and as their kid you naturally had to too.

 On top of this, your parents weren’t together. You would say they were divorced, but they were never married in the first place. You’ve never been on a family vacation, you don’t know what it’s like to have both your parents tuck you in at night, you’ve never had the domesticity of having dinner with your whole family, heck, you have no idea what its like to live a life of normality at all. 

You were not a planned pregnancy by any means, but  both your parents have not failed to show their unconditional love for you, and you’ve never ever doubted if they regret having you or not. 

Some say you have it all. From luxurious vacations to the mansions that you live in, you were very lucky. At this point, your parents don’t even try to hide the fact that they both spoil you senseless (much to your dismay). 

You knew that you were incredibly fortunate, and you were aware that so many people have it so much worse than you do, which you were so grateful for. However, there’s only one single thing that you can’t help but wish to have… all you want is to be able to spend time with your parents all together, as a family. 

Another reason people say you’re lucky is because your parents don’t hate each other whatsoever, and they’re incredible at co-parenting, with a perfectly planned system set up in terms of time spent with you. 

But you just want to be with them both at the same time.

You see, whenever you would be at your dad’s house, you would miss your mom so much that you wouldn’t be able to sleep at all the first few nights after transitioning. But then when you went to her house, you would cry yourself to sleep the whole time because you missed your dad so much.

You were only 7 when you found out you had an extreme case of separation anxiety, but you had been 4 when you were diagnosed with Adjustment Disorder (when you struggle with adjusting to change). Between the two of these conditions, having to switch your entire lifestyle every few weeks was incredibly unhealthy for you, but your parents said there really wasn’t another way to do things. 

While the transitions have gotten easier over the years, every time you switched between parents was incredibly difficult for you. 

You were in your mom’s car listening to music, hoping that the lyrics of the songs would help calm you down. Since you had been zoned out, lost in thought for most of the drive to the airport, you hadn’t realized that you were already there. The sudden awareness of your surroundings made you incredibly uneasy, since you thought you had more time to process things before you had to jump on a plane to London. 

The next hour went by way too quickly. You were zoned out for most of security, and the last few minutes you had with your mom for quite some time weren’t long enough.

“You ready?” taylor asked with a concerned look on her face. She too got super nervous every time you left, as she knew how bad your separation anxiety and adjustment disorder can be. Not only was she nervous for your flight, but she was also going to miss you so much, just like she does every time you leave her.

“Yep fine” you responded, although she didn’t seem too convinced. 

“Remember you can call me whenever and if I don’t pick up, call Joe, he’ll let me know you need me, am I clear?” she gives you this talk every single time you leave for more than an hour, but she knows you appreciate the comfort it gives you. 

“Mhm, I love you” you felt yourself start to tear up as you realized that you wouldn’t be with her again for another few months. Tears of which Taylor noticed.

“Hey baby it’s okay, you can call me whenever! and aren’t you excited to see dad?” she asked trying to move the conversation to a more positive outlook on the situation. 

“Definitely, I missed him so much but I’m gonna miss you while I’m there” you weakly stated.

“You don’t have to miss me when you’ll be having so much fun with him! I know how he takes you such fun places… he’s way more fun than I am” she teases, trying to lighten the mood. 

“While that may be true, that doesn’t mean that I won’t miss you” Taylor felt herself starting to tear up too, because these things weren’t easy for her either. She always tried to stay as strong as she can for you, but it’s heartbreaking for her to see you like this. And it doesn’t help that this time was extra hard for you for not really any reason at all. 

She gave you one last tight hug as they called you to board your plane. 

“I love you so much” she said, giving you a kiss on your head.  ~~~~time skip to after the flight~~~~

The flight was relatively easy, as you were able to keep yourself distracted for the majority of it. Once you had gotten off the plane and walked through the London airport to find your dad, that’s when things hit you hard. You started to feel your throat tighten and your breathing quickened. You immediately recognized these things to be the signs of a panic attack starting, which made you quicken your steps to hopefully be able to make it to your dad before things escalated too much. 

To your luck, your dad was just around the corner. He had the biggest smile on his face as he saw your figure get closer to him. However that smile soon faded as he saw your chest rising and falling too quickly to be natural. 

As you got closer, he realized you were having a small panic attack, which led to him running towards you as fast as he could. He grabbed your bags for you and held your hand as he rushed towards his car.

“Oh baby come here… match my breathing ok? In and out, slowly…” as he coached you through it, he became increasingly worried. While Taylor had called him earlier and warned him how things seemed to be extra bad this time around, he was still heartbroken to see his daughter upset. 

Once you had finally calmed down, he wiped the tears that had fallen at some point during the whole ordeal using his thumb with a sad smile on his face.  “I missed you dad” you said after a few moments of silence.

“I missed you too, baby… so much” he responded. He pulled you into a very tight hug and pressed a kiss to your forehead. “Do you wanna go get ice cream now or go home?”

“Ice cream!” you responded a little too quickly, which made him chuckle. 

“Okay we’re gonna have so much fun while we’re here, right?” he asked playfully.

You already started to feel a lot more happy and excited already, and while it will be hard to make the adjustment, your parents are the absolute best and you know they’ll help you through it. 

A/N this is shit