#can you tell its mothers day and i feel sad and just want a dad hug and to cry on charlie barbers shoulder bc i have unresolved trauma f

[luveline]

I used to send you lots of requests before, but haven't sent you requests for a long time for exams, really missed it babe:) Can I ask for a Steve x reader kbd where our favourite Bethie catches reader at night staying up to do work, but we know how silent she is, so probably she doesn't tell reader about it? I just really wanna see one where reader overworks herself which not even Steve knows, but Beth finds out, really wanna see how her point of view changes on her mother. Hope this makes sense. Love you lots, Jade, and your pretty little kbd universe:)

love you !!!!!!! kbd — beth and dad!steve catch you working late at night, mom!reader. 1.4k

The day Steve takes the baby gates down is the best day of Bethie’s life. They’ve been up and down and up again, but now Dove is old enough to manage the stairs by herself without danger (just about) and Wren won’t be able to crawl for months, they’re back in the basement. 

Bethie can go downstairs whenever she wants. She doesn’t have to wait for Avery’s help on the funny top latch. 

She can tell already that Steve is sleeping, your bedroom door open, her father curled on his side with his hand stretched out across the empty side where you’d usually be snoring. The baby bassinet by Steve’s side has its own soft snoring, baby Wren fast asleep too. 

Beth has to find you, then. The bathroom door is closed (though she’s now allowed in there at night on account of needing to pee and her promise not to touch the washing machine again). Avery’s door is ajar, but when Bethie peeks inside, you’re not there either. Dove is half hanging off her toddler bed and you’re not there scooping her up, so where are you? 

Beth’s getting spooked, until she hears the sound of paper being shuffled downstairs. 

She holds the rungs of the stair bannister and sneaks carefully. Through the hallway and into the kitchen, she finds you at the dinner table with a frown on your lips so similar to her own. She loves looking like her mommy, even if the rest of her sisters look more like Steve. 

You’re working, she thinks. She’s not sure. It looks like you are. On rare occasions you’ve needed to finish things after dinner and her dad corrals them into the living room for TV, Beth has seen you crowded at the table with a pen and a weary expression. It can’t be much fun, work.

She isn’t sure how long she watches you. A weird feeling gathers in her chest, and she thinks about speaking up. You look upset at times. You bite your bottom lip like Avery does when she’s sad. 

It’s one of the first times Bethie's really looked at you and worried you weren’t happy.  

She doesn’t know why she goes back upstairs. She’s a bit scared, perhaps, to see you that way, without Steve by your side. 

He’s still sleeping, arm still looking for you in the dark. Bethie climbs up into bed with him and pushes her way under his arm, to which she is immediately pulled into his chest, squished and too warm. 

“Avery?” he mumbles. Then, a moment later. “No, that’s my Beth.” He peels one eye open, a smile taking slow form on his lips. “What’s wrong, babe?” 

“Mommy’s downstairs.” 

He peers past her head. “Oh. What for?”

“Don’t know. She looks sad.” 

“You think so?” He blinks. Bethie thinks her dad is the most love they can put into one person besides you, and she doesn’t usually look at him and see handsome or tired or anything, she just sees dad. Right now, though, he looks befuzzled. “Should we go see?” 

“Um. Well…” 

He kisses her forehead. “You tired, baby? You can sleep here if you want. Let me just go see if mommy’s okay. Go to sleep, okay? I’ll be back in a minute.” He kisses her cheek. “It’s okay, baby. Just sleep. It’s so late.” 

Steve tucks her in. She doesn’t look very tired, but she closes her eyes obligingly. 

Steve doesn’t know what you’re doing out of bed. He hadn’t felt you go. The only times he can remember you getting up in the middle of the night would be with pregnancy cravings, and you definitely aren’t pregnant, Wren’s still too small to support her own head. Plus, Steve’s sure he would’ve guessed. He knows you pretty well by now. 

You hear him coming down the stairs but you aren’t quick enough putting your things away to hide that you’re working. “What are you doing?” he asks, his voice rough. “It’s one in the morning.” 

“I couldn’t sleep,” you lie, “figured I’d get this done.” 

Steve leans on the doorway and crosses his arms over his chest. “Really?” 

“Yeah, really.” 

You’re still lying. 

“I think Beth is upset,” he suggests.

“What for?” 

“She’s been down here. You didn’t hear her?” 

You flatten your pile of papers unhappily. “No, do I ever? She’s my mouse.” 

Steve abandons his interrogative pose to hug you. It hadn’t been working, anyways. He put his arm behind your neck and rests his cheek against your temple, the other arm across your chest, your elbow clutched in his hand. “Do you do this a lot?” he asks quietly. 

“Not much.” 

“Let me take you to bed,” he says. 

“Yeah, I just have to finish this.” 

“Wasn’t a question. Bed, now.” He rubs your arm. “Please.” 

Steve’s looked out for you since he met you, of course, but you’re the first person who taught him what it was like to be intrinsically taken care of, and he’s tried to pay that back for the last eight years. It’s hard to explain the incredible value of love, because it’s without transaction, completely paradoxical. He can’t pay it back. There’s nothing to be paid. But he can help you up the stairs, and he can worry for your sake about work and why you’re doing it in the middle of the night. 

“You need to sleep, babe, I mean it,” he says quietly, not wanting to disturb the other sleeping girls as you crest the last stairs onto the landing.

“I know. I’ll sleep. I’m sleeping.” 

He pinches your sides from behind.

“I love you,” he says, stopping you before you can get to the bedroom door. “Please don’t stay up late. We’ll make you more time if you need it in the daytime. I’ll make it for you.” 

You accept his promise and his kiss with a gluey smile. “Okay, H. No more staying up. I got it.” You drop your forehead to his shoulder quickly. “Thanks.” 

“Yeah. Well, go ahead, there’s a Beth in need of scrunching on your side of the bed.” And he needs to pass out. 

Steve crashes into his own side of the bed, and he gives Beth a good kiss, and then suddenly he’s sleeping before you’ve fully settled. 

You slide down onto your back. Bethie breathes too softly to be sleeping, her head off of the pillows and the legs of her pyjama pants ridden up her calves where she’s kicked her legs out of the blankets. 

“Bethie?” you whisper. 

“Mommy.” 

“Hey, sweet girl.” You peek at her. She’s peeking at you. “Daddy said you came downstairs. I wish you would’ve said hello.” 

“You…” She eyes your sleeve. “Busy.” 

“I’m never too busy for you if you need me. Are you okay? You don’t usually stay up this late.” 

“You don’t, too.” 

You slip your hand under her shoulders and lift her up onto the pillows. Careful, you pull the blanket from under her legs, smooth out her pants, and pull the blankets back over the both of you, enclosing you in a warm bubble. “Wanna cuddle with mommy?” you whisper. 

“Will dad be lonely?” 

“No, sweetheart. Are you lonely, sometimes, sleeping by yourself?” 

“Sometimes.” 

You might regret this, but Bethie’s your world. You hate thinking about her having such a horrible feeling and not telling you.

“If you’re ever lonely,” you begin gently, tracing the little remnants of your husband where they glow in the colour of her irises and her shy smile, “that’s what me and daddy are here for. If you’re lonely at bed time, you can come and cuddle with me. It doesn’t have to be all night long, just until the feeling goes away.” 

“Are you lonely when you’re in the kitchen?” she asks. 

Her whispers are sweet for how much effort she puts into them. Avery can’t whisper, not really, and Dove wouldn’t even try, but Bethie talks so quietly you strain to hear her under Steve’s harsher breathing. 

“I’m never lonely when I have you and your sisters and your daddy in the house. Just knowing you’re upstairs makes me feel better.” You kiss the tip of her nose with a whispered ‘mwah’. “But I’m best when you’re right here.”

“I don’t want you to be lonely.” She grins at you, eyes fluttering, “I love you, mom.” 

“I love you, too,” you whisper back.  

She curls onto her side to lay her arm over you. You bring her in for your cuddle, your knuckles brushing Steve’s arm. “Should we go to sleep now?” she asks. 

“Good idea, lovely girl.”

[vimbry]

*if you've heard a couple songs but don't really know much about them, or haven't listened in a long while, you can play!

update: the highest votes went to gudetama. but was it correct? here are the full titles and albums.

❌ "put your hand inside the puppet head" - they might be giants

the opening verse makes reference to leaving one's job and how "it's sad to say, you will romanticise all the things you've known before. it was not, not, not so great". according to flansburgh, "the lyric revolves around the idea that looking back on anything colors it in sentimentality".

❌ "I'll sink manhattan" - they'll need a crane (ep)/miscellaneous T

this is a flansburgh song, but linnell explained its meaning in a 1989 interview with NME as "a song about a guy who somehow figures out how to sink the island of manhattan just to kill his ex-lover, so it's his apology to the other people he's gonna kill in between. he's just gotta do it!"

❌ "meet james ensor" - john henry

it's about james ensor (belgium's famous painter).

❌ "wicked little critta" - mink car

from the tmbg unlimited collection: "forged in the crucible of an eastern massachusetts junior high, this song expresses the dreams, fears and hopes of a new england young adult" the lyrics seem to suggest said young adult fantasising about being a sports star alongside bobby orr and john havlicek while goofing off outside.

❌ "working undercover for the man" - mink car

from flansburgh: "it's more a meditation on the "mod squad" [a 1968 crime series about cool undercover detectives] than anything else. the idea of the narc just seems... like, those episodes of "dragnet" where they have the young undercover dress in a hippie suit."

✔️ "talent is an asset" - kimono my house

the lyrics illustrate an overly-cautious family shielding their very gifted child from others, to keep him studious and soak in all the glory, and is heavily implied to be little albert einstein through puns on relatives and relativity. it's not by them, tho. it's by the band sparks. it came 2nd, so I think many of you recognised it (or really wanted to see the results!)

❌ "bee of the bird of the moth" - the else

"this is a song about a creature called a hummingbird moth, which imitates another creature, which imitates yet another creature. it's completely fucked up, and can only be explained in song!" so they did.

❌ "2082" - join us

thewrap's review of the album describes this song as, "a science-fiction short story (...) a protagonist who travels into the future, finds himself hobbled but still unhappily alive all the way into the next millennium, and travels back to the title year to smother himself with a pillow in a mercy killing". fun!

❌ "call you mom" - nanobots

referred to by linnell as an "oedipus pan" song, the lyrics follow an unfortunate young man beginning a relationship with a woman, getting dumped due to his behaviour of treating her like a mother figure, then infantilising a possibly younger woman in a different relationship and in turn leaving her, who goes on to experience the same issues. fun! (altho, the final chorus actually still refers to her Mom leaving, not her dad, I got the details wrong there in the poll).

❌ "gudetama's busy days" - dial-a-song / my murdered remains

yes, that's a real song. quote flansburgh: "(...) it is really just about feeling isolated from the world, even if you are in a crowded place and manically trying to keep up with your life. the character of gudetama appealed to me because he is such a mopey sad sack."

❌ "marty beller mask" - album raises new and troubling questions

this is real, too! it's just about how marty beller was actually an alter ego of whitney houston the whole time. he's not, but wouldn't that be interesting. the song name-checks multiple of her own in the lyrics. it was temporarily retired out of respect following houston's death (4 months after its release), returning to live performances ten years later in 2022.

[m0nsterqzzz]

Something Small

pairing: wanda maximoff x gn!reader

summary: you and wanda celebrate your one year anniversary, and she makes you cry. Happy tears of course.

warnings: tiny mention of death of a loved one, wanda making reader happy cry? literally just fluff

a/n: so this one means a lot to me as when I was a kid, my dad always used to play the guitar for me before I'd go to bed the same way his mother did for him. When his mom died, he stopped doing it. i was a kid so i didn't understand how much it hurt for him to even hear the sound of a guitar, but now that I'm older i understand it much more. I understand it even more now that's he's been deployed for over a year and half and even the sound of guitar makes me sad. He facetimed me the other day and played for me when he learned I was having a hard time sleeping, and i instantly burst into tears. My mom hasn't always been the best, but my dad has. So this one goes out to him even though I would rather die then show him my tumbler account. also, just rewatched the nanny diaries because scarlett johansson, and i remember how much i fucking love that movie so if you havent seen it, watch it.

song used as one dad sings because its the song my dad always sung for me: "Sweet Pea" by Amos Lee

The day you told Wanda about your childhood was the day she realized she loved you. It was weird timing but it was the way your eyes shimmered as you talked about your parents and siblings that made something inside her change. It was a look of far gone happiness, one that she wanted to make come back. You’d been dating for six months at the time, and she had recently told you about her brother and parents. “They sound like amazing people.” You’d told her, and she appreciated the way you didnt add a, “they were”. It's strange, but something breaks inside her every time someone reminds her they're dead. 

You told her you felt the same way as you told her about your father, and she’d replied with, “It’s because you love him. No matter where he is, no matter what changes in your life, that’ll never change.” She understood it in a way nobody else in your life did, the same way you understand her.

She’s never really believed in soulmates, but if they did exist, she's sure your hers. When she told you that one night as you guys were getting ready for bed, you just smiled and kissed her. You’ve known she was yours since the very beginning.

She was recently sent on a week-long mission, and she’ll be back just in time for your one year anniversary. You both agreed on getting something small for each other, so you bought her a few books she's been talking about recently and some new rings. She’s not a big jewelry person, but rings are something she cannot leave the house without putting on.

The sound of the front door opening takes your eyes away from the TV screen, and you jump up from the couch to run to her. “Wanda!” “моя любовь!” She catches you as you jump into her arms, holding you up with two arms and closing the door with her foot. You move back a bit to look her in the eyes, and it’s silent as you stare at each other with admiration. She has a small cut above her eyebrow, and a bit of dirt on her. Other than that, she seems fine.

She doesn’t drop you as she leans in to give you a kiss, but she does gently set you down as she takes off her shoes and tells you, “I missed you.” 

“I missed you too witchy.” You say. You guys stand there in the entryway for what feels like forever, embracing each other in silence before she decides to go take a shower.

When she comes back, she practically forces you to sit down and relax so she can serve the food even though you tell her she should after a mission. Wanda’s always been like that. Caring, even when she really just needs to be cared for.

You guys eat dinner while you talk, the previously silent room being filled with laughs and sighs of contentment. She doesn’t talk about the mission, as she always says she doesn’t like talking about work during her moments with you. She always tells you about them as you guy’s get ready for bed, and you listen to every word no matter how tired.

You guys always split the duty of dishes. She washes, and you dry and put away. It’s a boring process, but doing it with her always makes it worth it. The redhead then leads you to the living room as she uses her powers to turn on your favorite movie. She goes to grab something from behind the couch, probably a present, and you immediately stop her, “Can I go first? Please?” She nods without hesitation, almost like she's relieved she doesn’t have to go first.

Sprinting to your guys bedroom and then back, you join her on the couch and hand her the back. It’s sparkly green- her favorite color, even though everyone thinks it’s red- with white tissue paper. She basically throws the tissue paper behind her with a smile, which turns into a full on grin when she reads the titles of the books you got her. One thing about the witch is that she's easy to shop for. When you first started dating, a list of the books she currently wanted was placed on the fridge right next to the grocery list. You had simply laughed it off, but she continues to update it over time and it's become increasingly helpful.

Then she sees the rings, ones she had pointed out in a thrift store a few weeks ago. She slips on her fingers, and it takes everything in you to not make a comment about how hot her hands are. One is made up of tiny fake pearls, and that one goes on her pointer finger. Then a skeleton bone one, which goes on her ring finger, a small gold one with a red stone on it. That one goes on her pinky. Then a white one with a gold line going through the middle, which goes on the pointer finger of her other hand. She seems happy, and that makes you happy.

She gives you a small kiss and then mumbles against your lips, “Thank you my love.” The redhead sits up straight again, giving you a nervous smile and reaching behind the couch to grab something. She brings out an acoustic guitar, one similar to the one that your dad would use every night when he would play you a lullaby. In fact, right down to the tiny spot of blue paint marker your brother put on the side of it when he was five, it's the exact replica.

“So I um…..I tracked down your aunt.” Your girlfriend begins, not quite meeting your eyes as she fiddles gently with the strings. When you were a teenager and your father first died and your aunt came to pick up his things as she said you and your brother couldn't keep any of his stuff, you wanted to scream at her and rip the instrument out of her hands when she grabbed it. You don’t feel that way about Wanda holding it.

“After a polite conversation and a little bit of threatening, she handed over the guitar.” You giggle, bringing a small smile to her face. “Then I went to Clint and Laura, who spent a very long time teaching me how to play.” Your smile grows and she begins playing a familiar tune. The one your dad played. “They got very frustrated with me very quickly but they said since it was for you, they’d help me learn the song your dad made you. So I went to your aunt again and kind of stole the sheet music. I’m not very sure if that woman likes me.” “That’s okay honey. She doesn’t like anyone.”

You both quietly laugh before she clears her throat and says, “So I’m going to play it for you. I just hope you don’t hate it.” You don’t have time to tell her that you could never hate a gift from her before she's playing the chords. She messes up a few times, but it’d really be no obvious to someone how did not grow up hearing the song. Her honey-like voice fills your ears and it's like you're right back there, laying in bed with your favorite stuffed animal and watching as your dad easily moves his fingers over the frets.

“Sweet pea, apple of my eye. 

Don't know when and I don't know why.

You're the only reason I keep on coming home.”

Her voice is different from your dads, but that only makes it ten times better. You can quickly feel tears begin to form in your eyes.

“Sweet pea, what's all of this about?

Don’t get your way, all you do is fuss and pout.

You’re the only reason I keep on coming home.

I'm like the Rock of Gibraltar, I always seem to falter

And the words just get in the way

Oh, I know I'm gonna crumble and I'm trying to stay humble

But I never think before I say”

A few weeks ago, Wanda had laid with you in the dark and quietly asked as she was falling asleep, “What the hell is the Rock of Gibraltar?” You had tiredly told her what it was even as confused as you were, and it makes a lot more sense now.

“Sweet pea, keeper of my soul

I know sometimes I'm out of control

You're the only reason I keep on coming”

She is out of control sometimes, but you know how to bring her back. Actually, you’re one of the only people in her life that can.

“You're the only reason I keep on coming, yeah

You're the only reason I keep on coming home”

She lets the tune ring out into the silence as she concludes the song, and she doesn’t meet your eyes until she hears you sniffle. You have tears streaming down your face, and she instantly panics. “Why are you crying my love? Oh god. I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to make you cry. Was it that bad?”

You send her a smile despite the tears and shake your head. “No. Happy tears Wands.” She sighs in relief, wiping your tears with her sleeves as you take a deep breath. “That was beautiful.” You lean into her touch as she caresses your cheek. “When my dad died……i hated the sound of music. I wondered how something so amazing could exist  if something as great as him couldn’t.” She nods in understanding. “My siblings would try to play for me, and I literally broke a piano once because of how much I hated the sound of instruments. As I got older, I got more used to hearing music, but I didn’t exactly enjoy it. It was mine and my dads thing. He would go to work for a long time and I’d barely see him but I knew that at the end of the day, every single day, he’d be there to sing to me. So many things changed over time but that never did. Until….well until it did.”

She listens as you talk, humming everyone in a while to show she's listening but also stays silent so you can talk. You run your fingers gently over the wood of the guitar as if it’ll break if you touch too hard. “But when I met you……you played music everywhere. In the car? Music was playing. Making dinner? Music was playing. Hell you get in trouble constantly for wearing earbuds on missions so you can listen to music. And at first, I struggled with it. I wasn’t going to admit it because I knew how much you loved it and I’m happy I did it. Because now, I don’t associate music with how mad I am at the universe for taking my dad, but with you. My favorite person.” Her eyes sparkle in a way that makes you want to wrap her in bubble wrap and protect her from anything and everything.

“You’re my favorite person too.” She says as she leans in to hug you, burying her head in your neck. “And I love you.” Your girlfriend adds as she places a gentle kiss on the side of your neck. “I love you to Wands.” You mumble.

You don’t see it, but she lets one arm release you and places it in her hoodie pocket, squeezing the black ring box tightly. If she wasn’t sure before, she is now.

[i-cant-sing]

Yandere Royal Gay AU pt 4

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Part 2 can be found here.

Part 3 can be found here.

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"And then your father threw the biggest tantrum because he wanted to be the "princess in distress" for once rather than the hero." Rei said, as she combed your hair. Everyone besides grandpa Enji were in your room at the Palace. Uncle Natsuo was lying on your bed while Fuyumi went through your closet, tutting at all the "old" clothes (old because you'd only worn them once).

You laughed, looking up at Rei. "No way! Dad became a princess?!"

Natsuo scoffed. "He tried! But Fuyumi started choking him. If dad wasn't there to pry her off, she probably would've killed Dabi- OW! FUYUMI!" Fuyumi smiled after pinching Natsuo's arm. They both began bickering right in front of you.

You giggled watching your uncle and aunty being absolute children. "Can I ask you something?"

Rei hummed, kissing your forehead. "Of course, honey. What do you wanna know?"

"What was it like when dad got his quirk?"

The room fell silent. No one talked about quirks, let alone mention the word in front of you. Mainly because you hadn't developed one.

It's quite an anomaly because Dabi has a very powerful fire quirk, and your mother had a strong water quirk. And yet, neither quirk was passed down to you.

It's not uncommon for people to not have quirks. No. But its quite important for the future Queen of the kingdom, and the only heir of King Dabi to have a quirk. Any quirk at all.

Even though most people get their quirks by the age of 7, the kingdom's subjects say that you're just a "late bloomer". They're very hopeful people.

When none of them spoke, you looked at them with a pout. "Oh come on! It's not like I've asked for a kidney! Please tell me-" you looked at Rei and jutted your bottom lip. "-grandma~"you whined.

She sighed. "Alright. I'll tell you." You huddled up next to her on the bed and she began telling the very fond memory of the day Dabi got his quirk. She'll never forget how proud Enji was when he looked at Dabi's blue flames.

Obviously, you felt the pressure of developing a quirk, but it was your grandpa who you wanted to please the most. Even though Enji has never said anything about quirks, and told you that you're perfect and just as capable of ruling as anyone with quirks, you still felt sad that you'd somehow disappointed him.

Not to mention how guilty you feel for your father. I mean, the whole reason Dabi married your late mother was because Enji forced him to, saying that he'll benefit from having a heir with a powerful quirk. Only for him to end up with you- a quirkless child.

It's another thing that none of them will ever allow you to feel guilty, much less say anything depreciating about yourself. Anyone else who says anything but praises, is simply a traitor to the king and must be executed.

The next day, you wake up early to prepare yourself for your small tradition with Enji- hunting. It's just a small interest that you share with your grandpa; whoever finds the prey first, decides what happens to it. If you find it, it's obviously gonna be going in your royal pet sanctuary. If Enji finds it first, it's gonna be dinner.

"So what's today's target?" You asked Enji, your horse walking next to his and his guards staying behind.

"Its a chicken."

"A chicken? Really?"

Enji grinned. "Its a special kind. It's pink and it lays pink eggs. They're quite exquisite."

"Woah- wait, you've ate one before?"

"Hmm. They were a gift from Empress Momo- how is she doing these days?"

You sighed. "I don't know, I haven't gotten letters from her since she doesn't know I'm here. Which is good, because she sends A LOT of letters."

Enji raised a brow. "Really? What does she say?"

Your face scrunched up in frustration. "Its exhausting. She keeps on inviting me to her Palace but she knows dad won't let me stay for a sleepover! She keeps on trying to bribe me with fancy gowns and jewels, but if I'm being honest, I don't even wanna go there myself, even if dad did let me go."

"Oh. Why is that?"

"I don't know... but I'm not comfortable around her. She stares at me- a lot, and she's very short tempered. She always has been. One time when we were kids, I was playing at her place with Katsuki, but I guess I didn't give her enough attention because the next second she was dragging me out of the room and she pinched me a couple of times before locking me in her closet." You laughed. "Izuku and Tomura had to come and save me. Her mom, Empress Miruko was so embarrassed and she was furious at Momo. I'm sure she got a lecture that day."

"Oh I remember that day. Your grandmother was so mad that someone had dared to hurt her grandchild, she wrote a mean letter to the Empress, threatening war if Momo ever did something like this again." Enji smiled, happy that his wife did the right thing. He was glad that Rei is just as protective of you as he is.

You nodded and smiled along, not wanting to tell Enji that Momo did still get angry and vengeful when things didn't go her way. Only instead of pinching your arm, she now pinches your butt... painfully. Like the last time when she made you dress up into something she said was "traditional clothing of the empress's clan" but felt more like something so revealing that Momo's concubines would wear in bed. Anyways, she had you lie on her bed and pose because she wanted to paint you- and Momo was a very skillful painter. She never let's you see the end results though, simply saying that it's bad and she's going to burn it later.

Anyways, when she was painting you, she slowly started getting irritated because apparently you weren't "still" enough for her. So she stalked over to you and pinched your butt hard enough for you to mewl an apology and promise that you'll do better. She let go with a satisfied look on her face, and you've been avoiding going over to her place since.

You decided not to talk that story to anyone because 1. This is not something you tell your grandparents. Harmless little jokes. You know how protective your family is. 2. As weird as she is, Momo is a good friend. And more than that, she's also a good ruler. You look upto her, like a younger sibling would.

"There!" Enji yelled as he saw the chicken run into the woods. He readied his bow and aimed at it, only for his heart to drop when you walked right in the path of his released arrow.

Fortunately, you catched the arrow with you shield- a new trick you'd learned, something that Dabi and Enji both hated because of the scare it gave them, but neither said anything because its good your reflexes are fast enough to catch an enemy's arrow.

Not that they'd ever let you participate in a war.

While you were busy hunting the pink chicken, Tomura had been called by Rei.

"My Queen, Princess Y/n's servant, Tomura is here-" the guard was cut off by Rei motioning for him to let him in.

"Your Highness." Tomura bowed.

"Tomura. Come, I wanted to talk to you." Rei said as she continued stitching an embroidery for your dress. Tomura walked closer.

"Now, I've heard that there's been... some tension between my son and Y/n. What's that about? And don't leave anything out, I'll know."

So... Tomura told her what had happened. From the prank you pulled by burning all of Keigo's clothes, to Dabi punishing you by giving your dead mother's clothes to Keigo, to being scolded for leaving the castle to visit your mother's grave without informing him.

He told her everything, but Tomura was careful not to tell her about "the proposal". That would not be useful to bring up now.

"I see." Rei sighed, tracing the embroidery that Tomura had done on your dress. She never really was fond of concubines. It's not that Keigo has wronged her somehow, it's just the whole concept of having extramarital affairs and sleeping around with these whores that she hates. Its not a jealousy thing, its just that Rei knows how concubines have the power to easiky drive a wedge in a family, willingly or not.

Its one of the reasons why Rei doesn't visit her Dabi very often. Her son has a harem that he will not disintegrate because she said so, and she simply can't bare to see your sad face when he sleeps around with them. That's why Rei tends to invite you to her palace as often as she can. It's too bad that your father is just as possessive of you and not willing to always send you over to hers.

To be honest, Rei can't believe that Dabi would actually put his bed warmer before you.

"I'll have to talk to him, and don't worry, I won't mention your name." Tomura nodded gratefully, before getting up to leave.

"Tomura."

He stopped.

"Thank you. For taking care of Y/n. I hope you will continue to do so."

Tomura gave a reassuring smile. "Till my last breath."

Keigo was straddling Dabi's lap in the throne room when a servant announced Barbarian Bakugo had come. Keigo gave one last kiss to Dabi before shuffling off his lap and standing by the side.

"Let him in."

Katsuki and his fellow barbarians walked inside the throne room and bowed as soon as they wear in front of the King.

"Rise." Dabi rested his head on his hand, looking bored. "To what do I owe the pleasure, Bakugou?" Keigo quietly snickered at the word "pleasure". He knew Dabi didn't like the brash blonde. He was too rough and too loud for them- and for you. He was a barbarian, he simply did not mix well them.

"My King, I brought you some gifts. Just some gems and jewels I got from my... expedition." One of the fellow barbarians brought the chest of jewels to Dabi, who only hummed in partial satisfaction.

"Hmm. And what's that for?" Dabi pointed at the animal behind him.

"Oh these are huskies. I found them in the Arctic. I was gonna kill them and sell their fur, but I thought the Princess would like them instead. And speaking of- where is the Princess?" Katsuki asked, eyes looking around for signs of you, since you'd appear out of thin air if you found an animal in a 1 mile radius.

Keigo finally burst out laughing, and Dabi chuckled a bit as well. Bakugo furrowed his brows as his face reddened. "What?" He didn't understand why they were laughing.

Dabi wiped a fake tear from his eye. "Oh nothing, Bakugo. It's just- I think it's funny you went through all this trouble just to ask where Y/n is. I mean, you only came here because your letters weren't being replied to and you wanted to see whether she's ran away or I've trapped her in the high tower." Dabi smirked as Bakugo's eyes went wide at being caught red handed. "You rarely ever come to see me. So that begs the question-

Are you using me to get to Y/n?"

"No." Bakugou said immediately, a little surprised that he replied without stuttering. "I would never use you, my King. I simply know you hold your daughter the dearest. Pleasing her would please you."

"It would." Dabi replied, eyes still sharp.

"I need your favour to support my clan. You give us support in finance, we give you support in wars. Besides, the princess and I are good enough friends to know our likes and dislikes. If I see something she'll like, I'll bring it. Otherwise she'll wage war on me over a litter of kittens I didn't give her, when she become Queen."

Dabi smiled lazily. "Sounds like my girl." He stood up from his throne. "Y/n is visiting her grandparents. That's why she hasn't been able to answer your letters. She'll return soon, so don't worry."

Bakugo could only watch as Dabi left the throne room, and Keigo began to follow but not before whispering in the blonde's ear.

"I'm only telling you this because you're a good friend of Y/n, and a loyal ally to us- don't think about having any romantic relationship with the Princess. The King will... not support it." Keigo smiled as Bakugo's face showed comprehension of the threat.

"Ah, Keigo. You're back." Dabi said as he signed off on some official documents.

"I am. And with a letter." Keigo waved the envelope with royal seal. "From your mother."

Dabi took the letter from him and broke the seal open hurriedly. It's been a few days since he last heard from you, he's excited to see what you've been up to.

He sat back on his chair while Keigo began pouring him some wine. But when he turned around, instead of seeing joy on Dabi's face, he saw confusion before his face contorted to anger.

"What's wrong?" Keigo inquired, walking over to his lover's side but Dabi stood up and threw the letter down.

"How dare she?" Dabi whispered, disbelief and hurt swirling in his eyes, but fury overpowered any and all feelings. Keigo picked up the letter as Dabi paced back and forth. "How dare she use my mother against me? How dare she tell her lies and portray me as the bad guy?"

Keigo furrowed his brows in confusion. "I don't understand-"

"Y/n told mom about the clothing incident, Keigo! She did it on purpose because she knows mom doesn't approve of you, and she's using her to turn me against you!"

The winged man shook his head. "No, no. Y/n wouldn't do that, you know she isn't one to air our dirty laundry. You know she would never make our problems known to the world-"

"How naive could you possibly be, Keigo?" Dabi said with an apathetic laugh. "She hates you and she hates me. She's stopped calling me "dad", suddenly acting like she's only a royal subject, and the moment she goes to her grandparents, she cries to them about all the "terrible stuff" we've done to her."

Keigo remained silent, its no use talking to Dabi once he's made his mind.

"So what are you gonna do about it? Your mother has asked you to go there and make up with your daughter. I'll start packing your-"

"No."

"No?"

"No. I'll write her a letter. And I'll write one Y/n too."

"So, how does it feel losing to a young girl?" You grinned as you ate dinner.

Enji smiled. "Amazing. Just goes to show what an amazing ruler you'll be one day." He said before putting more food on your plate.

"I'm so proud of you, sweetie!" Rei praised from across the table, before smacking her spoon on Enji's hand. "And I can't believe you'd made her chase a bird, Enji! What if she'd tripped and fell!?"

Enji just nodded along and even gave a small apology just to soothe his wife, giving her palm a kiss, making Rei blush and stop being mad at Enji.

You wished your parents were like this.

Speaking of, a servant came with letters in his hand. He gave most of them to Enji, 3 to Rei, and 1 was addressed to you.

"Oh who's it from?" Rei inquired.

You recognised his seal. "Its from Dad."

Rei and Enji smiled warmly at you. Tomura had told you that Rei was going to try and mend your relationship with your father, even though you initially thought it was a bad idea because you didn't want Dad to think you went and snitched to grandma. But seeing his letter, you suppose perhaps things were going to get better.

"Well go on, darling. Open it! In fact, I got one from him too, so lets open it together." You broke the seal and began reading, as Rei read hers.

But soon, you were both frowning at the words. "What? What's wrong?" Enji asked Rei. "He declined my invitation, said he'll handle things himself." She whispered, Dabi rarely ever declined when Rei invited him. When they both looked at you, you had tears in your eyes.

"Y/n? Doll? Say something, you're worrying us-" but you quickly got up and threw the letter in the fireplace before rushing out of the room as tears fell free from your eyes.

Enji and Rei could only share a worried look as they realise that things between you and Dabi mai have gotten worse.

You'd fled to your room crying your heart out. How could your own father doubt you? How could he think so low of you? Did he really think you'd go to grandma and try to turn her against him? Does he not know you at all?

It's probably his whore who's been spewing shit against me.

But then again, shouldn't your own father be able to defend you? You can only blame Keigo to an extent, because deep down, you know your father isn't one to be easily manipulated.

You quickly wiped your tears when you heard someone knock on your door.

"Come in."

Tomura walked in and bowed. "Princess, should I prepare for your day out tomorrow with Prince Natsuo-"

"No. Pack our stuff. We're going back home tomorrow." You said curtly. Tomura only nodded as he walked over to your closet and began pulling put your clothes, pretending not to notice your dried up tears.

There was a comfortable silence between you two, and even though he was facing away from you, you could feel like Tomura was watching you, yet he didn't ask what was wrong. He always knew not to make you uncomfortable.

"Tomura?"

"Yes, princess?"

"Grandma and grandpa will be... upset because of our sudden departure. I need you to make up an excuse."

Tomura nodded. "I could say that you have an important guest coming and you need to attend to them."

You hummed. "Yes, that'll be good. Make sure our entourage is ready to leave tomorrow, but don't let word get out that we're leaving. I'll tell grandma and grandpa at breakfast."

"Of course. You need not worry."

You looked at your hands as Tomura swiftly packed your clothes.

"Tomura I-" you quieted down as you didn't know how to explain to him what was happening.

"You don't owe me an explanation, princess." He smiled reassuringly and you let out the breath of relief.

Unbeknownst to you, Tomura knows what has upset you. He's already read your letter before you, and he resealed it when you read it. He's been doing it for years, so it's not that hard.

He doesn't feel guilty about it either. He views it as taking care of you. Its his job to protect you after all.

Even if it means protecting you from your father.

"I'm sorry for cutting our time so short." You said as you hugged your grandparents.

"We underst-" Enji was cut off by Rei.

"Its because of Dabi, isn't it? He's telling you to go back. That- that- that concubine of his must've-"

"We understand." Enji repeated, squeezing Rei's hand. He knows you're covering for Dabi with that "some important guest that needs my attendance" excuse, but he'll play along because he feels like Rei might've made things worse between you two.

They both kissed your cheeks and waved along with half the kingdom (who started to cry at your sudden departure but Enji shut them all up with one dark look) and you boarded the ship. Although you did come to the kingdom by the woods, you decided to return by water since the sea route would be the fastest way home, and speed was something you needed at the moment since Dabi had threatened to drag you back home. That's not what scared you. What scared you was the fact that he'd bring his whore along and then the whole kingdom would see your father places his slut above his daughter. And you simply wouldn't bare the humiliation.

"Where is she?" Dabi asked, pacing around his room as he wondered what new stunt you're trying to pull now. Did you not get his letter? Did you not understand his warning?

Keigo got up from the bed and hugged him from behind. "Dabi~" he kissed his ear. "Calm down. She should be here soon. There's no need to get angry at her-"

"Its been 5 days since I sent her that letter. She should've been here this morning."

"Maybe they're taking breaks along the way-"

"Then they should've been here now! At dinner!"

Keigo sighed. "Maybe she left late from your parents. You know they like to keep her later than usual."

Dabi narrowed his eyes. "Then she should've come up with an excuse. How will she ever rule this kingdom, if she can't even say no to people?"

"Dabi... dont let your anger get the better of you. She's a child, and she left completely pissed with us. I don't think it'll do us any good if we start scolding her for being late the moment she returns." Keigo said, rubbing his hands across Dabi's chest, smiling as he finally calmed down.

"Thank you." Dabi said, kissing the blonde. "How are you so calm though? Usually, it's you who's panicking all around?"

Keigo grinned. "You panicked enough for both of us. Also- I'm very drunk right now. I was way more worried about Y/n, so I drank. And drank, and drank."

Dabi chuckled, letting Keigo pull him back to bed and in for another round.

The entire palace was in shambles the next morning, servants running up and down, guards disappearing into thin air whenever they saw a glimpse of Dabi or Keigo.

Why?

Because you still weren't home.

Dabi and Keigo had woken up the next morning, expecting you to be waiting at breakfast for them and giving them loads of hugs and kisses for your time apart, maybe even apologise for being so distant.

Instead, Dabi broke the ceramic plate on the servant's head who informed them you hadn't returned. Fortunately, the poor servant escaped before Dabi threw his knife at him.

Now Dabi and Keigo left for Todoroki Kingdom with an army. Keigo prayed that they'd see you on the way, because if not, they'll have to ride all the way to his parents, and he has a feeling things will not go well there.

They arrived in Todoroki Kingdom by the next day, taking absolutely no breaks or stops, and no one had even seen your or your caravan on the way back.

The people werent expecting their former prince, but they all erupted in cheers at the sight of Dabi. Keigo could practically feel the death stares of the public as he rode behind Dabi. Guess they still hate him here.

But Dabi didn't bother waving to the people this time. No, he rode his horse towards the castle with a dark look on his face, silent fury on his face that screamed not to get in his way.

Enji and Rei were barely able to come to the stairs to greet him, as royal protocol states, but Dabi only walked past them and into the castle, calling your name loudly.

"Dabi- Dabi! What is the meaning of this?!" Rei asked, not impressed that he'd dropped royal protocol and didn't bother greeting them. It's a good thing he towers over her now, or else Rei would've pulled his ear.

"Where is she?" Dabi interrogated. "Where is she hiding? Where is my daughter?!"

Rei and Enji shared a confused look with each other. "I- what do you mean? Y/n left days ago."

Dabi narrowed his eyes. "Really? Then how come no one saw her in the woods going back?"

Rei chuckled. "Why of course they didn't see her! She left by the sea!" Dabi's eyes widened at that.

"What did you say?" Rei didn't understand Dabi's confusion, or the worried look on Enji's face.

"Hey- what's- what's wrong? She boarded the ship, we saw her leave-"

"Rei, the sea is the fastest route back. Y/n should've been back days ago." Rei's face dropped at Enji's explanation.

Dabi all but ran out of the castle, with his parents calling him.

"Wait, let us help-"

"You've done enough!" Dabi yelled as he climbed his horse and raced out of there, Keigo and the army following him.

They soon reached the docks and Dabi began yelling at the merchants to give him their ship. He was gonna find you himself.

Keigo had to physically halt Dabi and ask him what was going on.

And for the first time, he saw fear in Dabi's eyes. "She left by the sea, Keigo." The blonde's own breath hitched. You're 4 days too late. "I'm going after her, maybe- maybe they got lost- or in the middle of a battle with pirates-"

"Dabi, no. No, don't say that. She's fine- Our Y/n is fine. I-" He took a deep breath, clearing his mind. "You're going to check the waters, trace her route back home. I'll go through the woods again, I'll fly! Maybe she decided to take another route. We'll find her, Dabi. Repeat after me."

Dabi nodded. "Yes. We'll find her."

Keigo flew high and low, for hours in the heat and in the rain for any sign of you.

But it was all for naught.

When he returned home, he knew Dabi was back. But when the servants pointed him to the direction of the chapel, he knew bad news was coming from the gloomy looks on everyone's faces.

Keigo could feel his own heart beat as he walked towards the Chapel, the Holy place that he'd never seen Dabi ever come to. It was mostly for you to go, you liked to pray, often for your mother.

God, please don't let her be-

"Dabi?" Keigo's small voice echoed in the empty hall, but it was... haunting to see Dabi on his knees at the altar, his hands joined and head down in prayer.

He walked over to him, and Dabi finally looked up when Keigo placed his hand on his shoulder. "Dabi?" Keigo's heart sank at the sight of him. The King had tears running down his cheeks, his eyes red and hair dishevelled.

"Where... Where is Y/n?"

As beautiful as Dabi's lashes looked heavy with tears, they closed as his eyes scrunched up in pain.

"The ship... it sank." Dabi whispered the last part. "It sank, Keigo. A terrible storm had met them the day they left. The tides rode high, the ship hit something, and in a matter of seconds, the entire thing toppled over."

Keigo could feel his entire world crashing. The worst thing that could've happened- happened, a parents worst nightmare had came to life.

Their child dies.

But perhaps it was an angel, a blessing that made Keigo ask a question.

"Who told you this?"

Dabi looked at him in confusion. "What? I saw the ship wreck with my own eyes, Keigo."

There was a moment of silence.

"Did you see any bodies?"

"What?"

"Did you see any bodies?"

"No, I didn't find Y/n's-"

"Dabi, did you find any body?" Keigo asked, and Dabi looked only more confused. "Dont you see? How come there were no bodies? No survivors? If there was a storm to come, the Todoroki Kingdom has raised fine sailors, and Enji must've sent Y/n off with the most skilled captain and ship, and he would've definitely been able to not only detect the storm from miles away, but he would've safely maneuvered the ship through the storm too."

Hope began returning in Dabi's eyes. "I bet if we go back to the ship wreck, we won't be able to find any trace of anyone ever getting hurt or any distress. I bet that the only thing missing from the ship would be the small craft boats." Keigo said, watching as Dabi's senses began working again.

"You're right." Dabi said. "You're goddamn right! There were no bodies and no life boats! So they were most likely attacked and taken hostage!"

"Yeah, and you do have a lot of enemies. So you best start working on who has our baby."

Dabi smiled and nodded, kissing the blonde before they both left the chapel with renewed hope and determination.

Even though deep down, they knew this was all just speculation. But for their own sanity, and safety of others, they needed this false sense of hope.

You woke up to the sun hitting your face. All you remember was boarding the ship, then Tomura brought lunch and some special tea, and then your memory is hazy after that. And now you were in a boat.

You looked around and found you were lying in Tomura's lap, his arms securely around you, and your feet were in a maids lap, who was gently massaging them.

You pulled your feet away hastily, which caught everyone's attention. And that's when you saw your boat and two more boats, all filled with your entourage, who were currently bowing at you.

"I- Tomura, what's the meaning of this?" You asked getting off his lap and sitting opposite to him.

"Princess, this is part of the plan. Don't you remember?"

Oh the plan! The plan you'd been formulating for a long time, with letters to Emperor Kai for help and all. The plan to get away from Dabi and his murdering concubine for a while, or longer, until Davi realises your importance and that you've been telling the truth. And if he doesn't and continues to choose Keigo over you, then you're gone indefinitely.

"Of course, I remember. I meant, where are we right now?"

Tomura pointed ahead, where you could see the shore. "We're near. The land is here. Let's get off this boat, and then a brisk walk into the woods, we'll find him."

You nodded and then walked close to him, holding his hand as your knights and servants surrounded you and guarded you.

It was the first time you'd seen cherry blossoms, near the sea, but there were so many around you and it was kind of surreal. It was breathtaking actually, and you tried to take in your surroundings as much as you could. After all, cherry blossoms were your mother's favourite trees. She often talked about them, even asked Dabi if she could plant some, but he refused.

After about 20 minutes, you saw him. You squeezed Tomura's hand.

"Tomura... that's not Emperor Kai."

But Tomura only gave you a reassuring smile, as did the man in front of you. He had an army of knights behind him, all eagerly waiting for the next order.

The man got off his horse and began walking towards you. He stopped when you backed up a bit. That's when Tomura spoke.

"Princess, I introduce you to his royal Highness, King AFO. Your grandfather."

You blacked out for a second.

"W-what?" You looked back and forth between the two men. The more you looked at the king and his army, the more you recognised some familiar elements. Like the colours your mother always wore, or the little flag she kept hidden in her room, only you were able to see it.

"I-" you let out a small gasp before bowing down quickly. How could've you forgotten protocol!?

The King chuckled as he pulled you up by your shoulders, his eyes scanning your face as they memorised your features, his hand gently cupping your cheek.

"You're just like her." His eyes were full of tears, as were yours when you realised he was referring to your mother.

"I- I don't- I don't understand." You furrowed your brows. "If you're my grandfather, then why didn't you ever come to visit? Or even sent a letter?"

He smiled sadly. "I tried to my dear, many times. But your father wouldn't let me. Each time I tried to establish some form of contact with you, he'd put my efforts down. But then he threatened- he threatened to wage war." AFO looked down. "I didn't care about the blood loss that it would cause but I was afraid- I was afraid he'd do something terrible to you, just like he did to my daughter."

Your eyes widened. Did dad actually do that? It's no surprise that he hated your mother and anything associated with her, so he mightve kept you from your maternal grandfather. Hell, the only reason Dabi kept you around was likely because you were his only heir.

"You're all that's left of her." AFO continued. "That's why I sent all of them to look after you. They've all watched you grow, and I was content knowing they kept you safe. Especially with Tomura." He said, referring to your entourage. You looked at all of them. Come to think of it, they all really have been around for as long as you could remember.

"Once Tomura informed me that you wanted a break from your father, I knew I had to reach out to you again. I know you wanted to go to Emperor Kai's, but please give me a chance. Its been more than a decade since I last saw you." AFO pleaded, holding your hands.

"I-" you looked around, and you saw they were all looking at you with hope. You then looked at Tomura, and he nodded, but it was his eyes that spoke.

It's okay, I'll keep you safe.

So you took a deep breath and a small prayer, and looked at the king.

"Okay."

So, how was this?

Did you guys like the classic angsty move of running away that reader pulled? What are your thoughts on Empress Momo being a sadistic yandere? How will everyone react to reader's absence? Especially Katsuki? Will the parents go insane?

What do you think is gonna happen next?

[kai-anderson-whore]

The evans (what they're like drunk)

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Tate Langdon:

okay so I feel like tate would be so fun to get drunk with

•until he thinks of something sad then your his shoulder to cry on

•you'll probably end up crying too

•but besides that he'll play nirvana on repeat and will make you dance with him to about a girl

•you will definitely make out at Somepoint during the night

•that's the type of friendship you both have

Kit Walker:

•now kit is a pretty relaxed when he drinks which in my mind is probably like a few beers at night once the kids are asleep

•I'd imagine him with a record on probably elvis or sinatra sitting on his chair with you in one arm a cold beer in the other

•he'd be more loving when he has a drink or two in him placing kisses on your shoulders telling you sweet nothings

•just blissful

Kyle spencer post- death:

•now as we all know Kyle is a frat boy so he'd be a mess if he's completely hammered

•but he's the responsible one so that doesn't happen often

•he'd make sure your safe and that his frat brothers don't do stupid things

•but if he get so drunk he'd be like "y/n do you know how much I love your cute face" with smoochy lips 😘😘

Jimmy darling:

•we've seen it in the show he has his moment when he's drinking

•like tate one minute he can be happy singing songs that pop into his head without a care In the would to being all sad or angry if its missing his mother or just something stupid that pissed him off

•his hands will be all over you without a doubt he's a horny drunk

•you would tell him no if you are sober but if you drank with him then your going at it all night let's just say

James patrick march:

•Now as we all know james likes his whisky and absinthe and being dead he could literally drink anyone under the table

•he doesn't get wasted probably thinks it's distasteful but he did a few times before and let's just say he's a helpless romantic even drunk

•would literally shower you with live and affection and if you don't let him he's a whiny bitch

•"darling What's the matter please hug me" "James you reek of booze" "this is an outrage"

Rory monaghan:



•Rory will bombard all his social media platforms with videos of a night out like he would post every detail of the night

•instantly regrets it in the morning when he's hungover

•will definitely do weird dad dances and would want you to join him so he's not alone

•I feel like he's the type of drunk that would need to be on one of those backpacks kids have so they don't run away because the second your eyes leave him he's off and it will take ages to find him

•he would be one of those drunks that ask so many weird questions no one knows the answer to like "how are humans actually put on this earth it doesn't make sence"

(Kai Anderson)



•Now kai would stop drinking because he needs to stay sharp for the cult but if he's having a very bad day he would drink his problems away or fuck his stress out of you

•he's an angry drunk for sure would constantly snap at anyone in sight and throw glasses in the room

•if your there you could possibly calm bim down sometimes it's a no go but you try your best

•would definitely try and get into your panties but you say no because well he's drunk but kai is consistent and will not take no for a answer

(Jeff pfister)



•Jeff wouldn't drink since he's always off his tits with the coke but he might mix them both on occasion

•he would blackout not remember a single thing at all

•probably would make out with mutt since he's completely wasted

•would wake up the next morning with mutt not remembering a thing which freaks him out because he could had probably committed a crime and he wouldn't know but you were there the next morning with a photo gallery full of videos from the night before

(Austin sommers)



•Now we all know austin likes his alcohol but he also likes to still be fully aware of what's going on around him

•but once in a blue moon he would get hammered which he would never be away from karaoke singing all the cheesy hits like cotton eye Joe or barbie girl

•once your both home he would ask you to pamper him with face masks and what not, so you both lay on the bed with a face mask on some more whisky laughing and joking (I think this could be a fic?)

[angel-inrealtime]

November F1c Prompts Day 25

Day 25 - Tactile (Sharp)

A/N: hefty TWs for this chapter including - parental death (offscreen, discussed), resulting trauma, bad family relationships, mental health issues (think CPTSD/adjacent), mild (??) toxicity in relationships as a result of the above (I am not a good judge lmao).

Let me know if there's anything specific you think I should tag, happy to do so.

A/N 2: Despite all that ^ I feel like this is more comfort than hurt. It's still a nice little sunshine universe - just a passing (or already passed) storm.

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Sometimes you feel like you’re made of sharp sides and spikes. And that’s fine – great, actually - when that’s what you need. It helped you get through the hard things (even though it was other hard things that made you so...prickly, in the first place).

The problem is…it’s difficult to know how not to be sharp. How to turn it off when you don’t want to be.

(When you don’t need to be)

You look at Daniel and you desperately don’t want to cut him on all of your sharp edges – privately think you’d rather die than hurt him; on purpose, by accident, or otherwise. You can’t say it like that, of course. That would seem insane.

The first time a therapist said to you “you’re very self-aware” you wanted to scream ‘yes, that’s the problem’. You came armed with bulleted lists, traumas laid out neat on journal pages and organised by connection.

(You don’t mention that you have a psychology degree, because that would mean explaining why you turned down a first class honours position when it all got too close to home, as if that somehow hadn’t been the point all along and you’d just avoided thinking about it until you couldn’t anymore, and then…well, turning it into a commodity via organisational psychology and human resources had just been a pivot, or whatever buzzword is most fitting)

You remember the lists though, of all the things that made you sharp, all the spindly lines between cause and effect and outcome but it’s like Daniel set off a pebble sized snowball at the top of a very large hill and it grows and grows until it’s a boulder and it seems unstoppable.

“You really are obsessed with the moon hey?”

He’s delighted by it if anything, but what almost slips out is the clumsiest self-deprecation in the urge to turn it into a bit. What you almost say is ‘yeah, me and Sylvia Plath really grabbed the mummy issues with both hands on that one’. He won’t get it, which means you’ll have to explain, (which means you’ll have to examine it), when all you can muster is disjointed bits of verse;

The moon is no door. It is a face in its own right, White as a knuckle and terribly upset.

The moon is my mother. She is not sweet like Mary.

I have fallen a long way.

The moon sees nothing of this. She is bald and wild.

“You didn’t tell me. About your dad.”

He’s so handsome, sitting across the table at dinner, which is new. If you eat together, it’s usually with friends; your time alone is usually confined to a hotel room (maybe one of your apartments or his place in LA if it’s not a race weekend). But it’s just the two of you in the Montreal dive-bar, a couple of share plates and wine you can feel staining your mouth red on the dark wood between you. It’s all candles in artfully grubby mason jars and dim, filament light-globes which send shadows across his sharp jaw and high cheekbones (bring out the gold flecks in his honey brown eyes and when you’re honest with yourself you could spend an eternity trying to find them all and you’d be content for that to be your life’s work).

It falls out of his mouth softly, like an accident, but also the loudest thing you’ve ever heard.

You pick up your wine and take a huge mouthful to steel yourself before you meet those eyes (he looks sad). “I don’t…really talk about it. Him.”

(‘you’re not special’ the panicked, hysterical part of you wants to scream. ‘I don’t talk about it with anyone’)

“Would you…” He pauses, still looking at you softly. “I mean, you don’t have to, obviously, but…if you want to.” There’s a little aborted movement in his long fingers, but not so stilted that he doesn’t brush the back of your hand with them. “The offer’s there. I know…or…it seems like it was a long time ago? So if you don’t that’s cool. But…”

He’s tying himself in knots trying to give you something that’s so at odds to the rest of your relationship – easy, flirty, no strings – that the smile on your mouth when you muster it feels like it doesn’t quite fit.

“I’m all good, Daniel. Thank you, though. I appreciate it. You’re a good friend.” Reassure, express gratitude, make it genuine, compliment.

So why, when you meet his eyes again, does he look so crestfallen?

“I don’t want to fuck this up.”

It’s that he just stares at you, once you finally force the words out past the barbed-wire lump in your throat that’s been sitting there for…well. You don’t even know. It probably pre-dates him. “What, Daniel, what are you looking at?”

It almost sounds like you’re begging him to tell you. You hate it.

“I don’t wanna fuck it up either, that’s…” He looks at you like you’re fascinating, or something.

It’s grating.

“I’m not a fucking…puzzle, to solve, Daniel. Like, I get it, I’m several circles deep in the ‘fucked up parent issues, don’t stick your dick in crazy’ scale, but I-”

His expression changes immediately, full mouth twisted in a frown that still looks foreign on his face. “I never said that. Don’t put words in my mouth. I wouldn’t say that.”

You can tell from the careful way he sits, how his fingers twist together, that he wants to reach out for you. Touch is how he orients himself in the world, but he’s trying to give you the space you asked for (it takes everything in you not to give in, to stay standing near the picture window, because you could give him what he needs to feel safer and you’re withholding it for what feel like selfish reasons).

The lump isn’t made of barbed wire anymore, it’s acid spilling out of your eyes and onto your cheeks.

“You can think it though, it’s okay to just…get out now.”

His fingers are so twisted around each other that his knuckles are white, and he looks heartbroken when you chance a blurry glance down at where he’s sitting on the coffee table. “Is that what you want?” He asks quietly.

“Danny, I…”

“Is that what you want?” He asks again, with a steadier voice and a crackle of defiance in his eyes that you weren’t expecting. “I’m asking you what you want. Not fucking…” He breathes harshly through his nose, and his voice is quieter when he starts again. “Not what you think you deserve, or what you feel like you haven’t earned or whatever…bullshit the shitty parts of your head are telling you. But what you want.”

“You.” It comes out no louder than a whisper. “I want…”

He can’t seem to bear it any longer, opens his arms from where he’s still sitting and looks at you like he’s cracked wide open and exposed. “C’mere. Please, love, I…” He swallows loud enough that you hear it. “You’ve got me. You’ve already got me.”

Maybe you don’t need the space anymore, maybe it’s enough to wrap your arms around his head and let his arms be like a vice around your waist, and to see him look up at you so raw and so fucking sincere.

“I’m scared.”

“That’s okay. You can be scared. It doesn’t mean it’s a bad idea, just because it’s scary.”

It sounds so fucking simple when he says it but… “What if I can’t…”

“Babe.”

“No, please can you just…listen?” You sniff hugely and try to keep the rise and fall of your chest steady. Wind your fingers into the curls of his hair just in case it’s the last time you get to. “There is a not insignificant part of me that’s fucking…terrified, of ever making a kid feel the way I did. Or do. Or whatever. I need…” You shut your eyes and let the drying tears stick your eyelashes together, so you don’t have to see his face as it happens (‘if it happens’ the traitorous, hopeful part of you contributes). “If you want to…if this is serious then I need you to know that’s my one card on the table. I will do my best, to keep working through it and…communicating, and stuff, even though that’s hard and scary but…I can’t promise that bit. And it’s only fair that like…you know that, at least.”

Daniel is quiet for what feels like an age, and then one of his hands finds the soft skin of your lower back under your jumper. “That’s okay, babe. It’s okay. That’s not a thing to rush, anyway.”

“But you…”

“You’ve got me.” He says again. “I want us. And if what ‘us’ looks like is just…the coolest fucking aunt and uncle in the world then…” He shrugs, you can feel it under your hands. “That’s fine by me.” His fingers press into your skin until you blink open your eyes and look at him. “But we can just…check in, about things. As often as we need to. It’s okay.” He repeats, presses a soft kiss to your chest.

“I’m sorry.”

“Ah! Ah Ah Ah!” His arms go tight like a vice around you and there’s warning in his eyes around the joking tone of voice. “No. No apologising. Unnecessary.”

“But-”

“For fuck sakes babe.” He stands up so suddenly it’s embarrassingly easy for him to tilt you over his shoulder so you’re hanging there, secured with an arm around your legs and a hand very firmly on the denim covering your ass. “Clearly I need to employ alternative methods, here.”

“Fucking put me down, you cunt.” The kick of your legs is half-hearted – he isn’t letting you go until he’s throwing you down on the bed with an exaggerated shrug like he’s a professional wrestler rather than a race car driver. You know how this bit goes.

“The mouth on you!” Somehow he manages to stay deadpan to deliver the sentence, but he devolves into giggles immediately after.

Unscathed, against all odds.

[disneyanddisneyships]

@gyubby99 okay I had to write some Carolyn stuff.

Carolyn skipped her way into her father's study. The eight year old had been "summoned". Something about an important discussion about her future.

"Daddy?" She asked as she opened the door.

"Ah, care bear! Come in, darling," her father exclaimed with a small smile as he regally made his way over to the chairs in the middle of the room.

"Daddy, why did you ask me here?" The little girl asked as she sat in a chair, her feet hanging as she kicked them back and fourth.

"Well... my dear.... your mother and I spoke the other day and we believe it's time to tell you that you are engaged to be married!" Her father spoke with a small smile.

Carolyn's feet stopped their movements as she looked at her dad and tilted her head.

"But daddy, boys are icky..... since when have I been englaged?" She asked, messing up the word.

"Its 'engaged', darling... and it's been like this since you were born I'm afraid," he explained.

"But.... what's the wedding going to be like?" She asked.

"Well that's for you to decide, my duckling," he answered.

"Hmmmm..... who am I going to marry?" She asked again as she began to kick her feet once more.

"A young strapping man just over the horizon. His name is prince Johnathan. I'm told he's a unique boy. I'm sure you'll get along," He explained.

"Hm.. okay! I'm gonna go start planning my wedding!" Carolyn exclaimed with a joyful smile as she hopped down from the chair and ran out of the room.

"... please let that boy be good to her," Her father muttered before giving a sigh and going back to handle the kingdom's debt.

Carolyn made it back to her room, giggling all the way there before jumping onto her bed and taking out a small notebook from under her mattress.

Dear Diary, Daddy just told me that I'd be getting married in the future! I found it quite confusing because I'm only 8.. but I guess that's what princesses are s'possed to do! it's okay though cause I know that, that day is going to be perfect!

Years later....

"Again Carol!" Her mother yelled as Carolyn sighed and slouched.

"Mother, I'm never going to get it right! Violin is too hard. Why couldn't I have learned piano?" A 15 year old Carolyn asked.

"Darling, violins are unique! They give off a sound that nothing else can!" Her mother explained.

Carolyn sighed, earning a knowing look from her mother.

"Go on my dear. Take a break. Be back here in an hour," she muttered before gently taking the instrument out of Carolyn's hands and smiling.

Carolyn ran up to her room, the flower crown she wore accentuating her wavy platinum blonde hair. The dress around her whooshed as she ran into her room, practically jumping onto her bed and taking out a small scrap book.

"Care bear?" Came her father's voice as he knocked and entered. "What's that?" He asked.

"Its a scrapbook of wedding things! I thought I'd want it for when my wedding is supposed to be planned!" Carolyn explained with a smile as she flipped through some pages. "Do you think Prince Johnathan would like roses?" She asked.

"Youll have to ask him, my dear..... do you need anything?" He asked.

"No.... why are you acting strange? She asked with a raised eyebrow.

"No reason, darling. I must've slept wrong. I'll leave you to it!" He replied before wlaking out of her room.

Carolyn shrugged before taking out her diary.

Dear diary, There's only a few more years until I'm married. I do hope eathan the stable boy won't be too distressed. I recall our parting like a songbird singing for death.... I do hope he forgives me. But I'm afraid my loyalties mist lay with my future husband! I won't know what he's like until we marry, but I've a feeling he'll be very kind!

3 years later

Carolyn looked at her hands as the carriage rocked back and fourth on the dirt road.

"Now now, bumblebee, please don't look so sad... I know it's been difficult since your mother.... this marriage will help our kingdom in the long run," her father spoke as he raised her chin up with his finger.

"How am I supposed to get married without mother?" Carolyn asked in a whisper.

The carriage stopped and moments later the door was opened.

"His Highness, King Xavier, and his daughter, Princess Carolyn!" One of the footmen announced as the two got out of the carriage.

"Ah, Xavier! What a lovely suprise!" Jonathan's father spoke as he moved to hug Carolyn's father. "Ah and this must be your daughter. She's quite lovely!" He stated with a warm smile before glancing to his son and gesturing him over.

Prince Johnathan rolled his eyes, not going unnoticed by Carolyn.

She held out her hand, only for Johnathan to shake it harshly instead of a proper kiss on the knuckles.

"Its very nice to finally meet you, Prince Johnathan. I'm Princess Carolyn of Rosania," Carolyn introduced herself.

"Yeah. I figured. Call me John," He muttered.

Carolyn kept a smile... this wasn't at all what she thought it would be....

A day later, the wedding was held.

And that night, Carolyn sat and waited in her new room, Alone.

Dear diary, This wasn't at all what I wanted.... there were no smiles.... no romance.... there wasn't even any flowers, much less roses.... I'm holding out that with time, my new husband will get accustomed. until then,, I believe this is the last page I will be writing for a while.. Goodbye ~ Carol

[rizzenm]

Before we get started...

Hello and well met!

I am Rizzen and I run a Dungeons & Dragons game called The Misbegotten, and it is now going on its fifth year. The game's official start date was August 23, 2019 at 8:39 p.m. That is when I created the document that would be all my secret plans for the adventurers  that would eventually be called The Misbegotten.

I started this game to get to know some of my classmates better, as I was 1,500 miles away from everything and everyone I ever knew. What it grew into was a story, a world, and friends that I love, appreciate, and admire very dearly. So dearly in fact, that I wanted to start this. More for myself, to write out my thoughts in a more public way so that I stop feeling that I am trapped with all the knowledge and no one to talk to about it. I am hoping to use this blog as a way of chronically this story in a way I am not quite comfortable in my own secret DM notes, which is more often than not a series of bullet points. I want to share this story like how I would tell my friend over dinner at a diner, not a “X person here. Y person dead” that I use to help in the game.

I may also share my occasional takes on gaming as a whole because I don't like getting into Twitter arguments, and I don't want all my thoughts to be couped up in my brain all day. To end this inaugural post I am going to share what might be my most valuable insight into not just D&D, but games as a whole and it may give you insight as to how I run my games:

Games are an art, and like any art their approach to an audience, or in our case, a player can very. I believe that Dungeons & Dragons and most other TTRPGs is a love letter. It is a game that is played best when it is approached by all who play it with an immense and intense, love.

A love letter is a kind of poetry. I have read a lot of poems in my life and I’ve found I’m not the biggest fan of most poems. It probably has something to do with the fact I’m real shit at writing them, but that’s a whole different story. However despite my general dislike of most poems I have read, I have found the best poems ever written and they all start the same, “To, Rizzen.” Now none of you will ever see those poems, because they are for me, the same way I can’t see the love letter written to you. Now you may be asking yourself at this point, “What does any of this have to do with games?” To which I will reply, I’m getting to it.

Over 22 (nearly 23) years ago I was born, and like everyone else we all got delivered our first love letter, our name. My name came with something extra, the love of a game.

Rizzen, is an elven bladesinging, magic collector who has a dislike of violence. Much more into the behind the scenes skullduggery and general roguish behavior of the Forgotten Realms rather than upfront heroics. He is played by my father.

Dungeons & Dragons, a game he grew up with, that he played with his father, that he played with his friends, my mother, people that he loved. If he was told to put his love for the game into a singular word I think that word would be, Rizzen, and he gave that name and that love of game to me.

Before I ever played Dungeons & Dragons I heard of the stories that Rizzen and his companions would get up to. The funny, the triumphant, the sad, the heroic and most of all the absolute love my parents had for the game. The game my dad played in was a letter signed and sealed in love that has expanded a generation.

Now here I am, with more than half of my life dedicated to this game. A game that has defined my career path. A game that I attribute to being the sole reason I ever had any romantic partners. A game that I was born out of love for.

What follows this post are my love letters to the people I have the privilege of DMing for and their love letters to me.

[mindful-of-ideas]

“Y/N, it’s almost midnight, maybe you should just go to bed. I’ll wake you up early tomorrow so you can give him his gift if you want”, said James.

“But he said he would be here”, you answered tears in your eyes.

Not long ago, you decided to move in with your father. Your mom had a new boyfriend and things at home weren’t exactly going well. Screaming matches would often take a turn for the worse and you would get stuck in the crossfire. So, even if you barely knew you’re father, your mother made sure of that, you showed up on his doorstep one day, asking if you could stay with him for a while. And well… he wasn’t the one who opened the door, James Wilson did. You must have looked really desperate because he didn’t even question the fact that his best friend had a child he knew nothing of. Instead, he just let you come inside and spent the rest of the day making sure you were okay while waiting for your dad. Since then, you had grew closer to him. James that is. Your dad too, but there was something about James just being there most of the time that made you feel closer to him. You could be doing homework on the kitchen table and he would be reading over something in the living room, but just him being there made you feel at ease. He made you feel safe.

That was more than six months ago and you were now used to living with your dad and James. It wasn’t exactly ideal but it was better than living with your mother for sure. You learned a lot about your dad during those months. At first, he didn’t seem to really care about you. He did the bare minimum to make sure you were okay and that was it. James was doing the most to make you feel at home in their apartment. But as weeks went by, your dad seemed to relax and you got to make some memories with him. After all this time, you felt like you could finally trust him.

“He said he couldn’t wait to get back home to see what I got him”, you insisted, seeing James wasn’t answering.

You were sitting at the kitchen table, the cake you took all afternoon to bake sitting right in front of you with a carefully wrapped present by its side. James had just got up, clearly exasperated by House’s behaviour.

“I- Y/N, you’ve been living here for a while now but there’s still a part of your dad you haven’t seen yet. I’m sorry it has to happen like that…”

“But…”

“Listen. House, your dad…”, he took a deep breath before continuing, “he’s not the most reliable person ever. He tends to forget that others have feelings. He’ll be true to himself even if that means hurting others. Not because he doesn’t love you, just because he probably didn’t realize it would hurt you.”

You looked away from James.

“Look kid, I’m sure he cares about you, a lot, but…” he started coming closer to you and wrapping an arm around your shoulder, “but… there’s no but. I’m certain he loves you, just like I’m certain he hates his birthday. It’s not personal, believe me.”

He tried to pull you into a hug but you turned away from him.

“Can we just wait a little bit more?” you asked, after a long silence.

“Can we at least wait on the couch and watch some TV?” James asked in return.

“Sure”, you mumbled, getting up and making your way to the couch.

You slumped down on the couch crossing your arms while James sat by your side. You weren’t sad anymore, you were mad. Well not quite mad but more disappointed. After six months, you felt like you had opened up to your dad about a lot of things. Why did he stay so mysterious? If he could just talk to you sometimes, things would be easier. Like tonight. If he couldn’t make it or if he simply didn’t want to celebrate, why didn’t he just tell you? Why couldn’t he just tell you?

Ads came on the TV and interrupted your reflection. James had pulled a blanket over your knees. You realised how tired you were getting and, sitting up straighter, you pull your legs up on the couch. The show came back on but you couldn’t really focus. You slowly closed your eyes and fell on James’ shoulder. You felt his arm go around your shoulders, pulling up the blanket and you closer to him. You fell asleep.

An hour went by and James let you sleep on his shoulder until he himself got too tired and decided to go to bed. At that moment, the door opened.

“Hey!” said House loudly.

“Quiet down, Y/N is sleeping!” said James whispering.

“Hey!” House said more quietly.

“Where were you? We’ve been waiting all night. Y/N baked a cake and everything. They kept saying you promised you were going to be here. What happened?”

“Would you believe me if I said it was a work emergency?” asked House, cocking his head.

“You’re insufferable!”

“It was.. work related but I also didn’t want to come back. Not because of them”, he said pointing towards you with his cane, “but you know… birthdays… me… I’ll make it up to the kid tomorrow morning, it’ll be fine!”

James went and made himself a glass of water, drank it all and then headed towards his room.

“It’ll be fine, right?” asked House this time.

“I don’t know. They were pretty disappointed if you ask me. And they’re not me. Maybe I put up with your bad attitude but they shouldn’t have to. Y/N is your kid and they wanted to do something nice for you. For god’s sake! They even told you about it in advance! Just…”

“I’m not meant to do this! Be a dad! They deserve more than me”, said House quietly, cutting off Wilson.

“Y/N needs you. They want you. Just be yourself with them, stop pretending”, said James after a moment.

“They matter… they matter to me you know?”

“Then tell them. Goodnight House.”

Your dad made his way to the couch sitting down on the floor near your head. You were still fast asleep.

“I’m sorry Y/N. I should’ve called I guess. It was work stuff but that’s not an excuse. Truth is, I never liked celebrating my birthday, not in a long time at least. So I spent all day trying to come up with an excuse or find a reason to stay at work.”

He got back up on his feet.

“I’ll be your dad”, he said, moving away a strand of hair from your forehead. “I’ll try my best to be the best dad, starting with making it up to you tomorrow morning”, he said kissing your forehead.

You spent the night on the couch and woke up with the sun the next morning. You were about to go to your room to maybe get a few more hours of sleep when you noticed someone sitting at the kitchen table.

“Dad?” you asked in a groggy voice.

“Morning! Want a slice?” he said offering you some cake.

“What? What’s going on? It’s so early!”

“That’s his way of saying sorry about last night”, said James coming up from behind you. “But you could’ve waited at least another hour”, he added to your dad.

“Look”, your dad said coming up to you, “He’s right. I messed up last night and this is me trying to apologize. I should’ve texted or called you and I got no excuse, but can we try again this morning? We’ll just pretend it’s still my birthday. You matter to me, okay? I just want you to know that. You matter.”

Again, tears filled your eyes but this time, it wasn’t out of sadness. You ran over to your dad hugging him tightly.

“Mom never told me that, you know” you mumbled, your face in his chest.

“Well, I’ll say it again. You matter”, he said kissing the top of your head.

“You matter too, dad. Let’s have this birthday party now!” you said pulling away from him.

[armando-triplepapito]

Camila being close to Marcela is so random, like how does it get to the point where your daughter is besties with her dad's former fiancé especially considering how things went down? 💀 And if she actually prefers Marcela over Betty that will be insane, I hope they don't go for that route. This is just lazy on the writer's part, why not have her be close to Armando's long lost sister? They could have introduced that character. Marcela for sure changed, at least I hope she did and healed and even married someone else tho I haven't heard anything about that.

It looks like Patricia and Nicolás definitely got together. And she is either pregnant or was at some point because people zoomed in on a portion of the script Lorna was holding on a IG story she shared and it said something about a pregnancy. Not sure how I feel about it. On the one hand, Gaitán must have had a good reason to avoid getting them together. I mean Patricia hardly changed her ways during the original run, but I've also heard that during the failed sequel, Ecomoda, the original plan was to bring Marcela and Patricia back at some point, but I don't know how accurate this is.

So far, I agree with you that this looks like a cash grab. It seems to me that AMO and JEA had wanted to do something together for years, but it didn't materialize until Betty was back on the table. This is why I hope that at least their chemistry is on point so at least this will be its saving grace, a couple of love scenes won't either, just putting it out there 🤭 But it there's tension between them since the beginning, and then Armando's memory loss plot is introduced, and we spend the rest of the episodes seeing Betty trying to make him fall in love with her again, probably there won't be as many romantic moments that truly reflect how their relationship has fared over time. Oh well, I'm not trying to get my hopes up, but I'm sure I will still be disappointed 😂 don't want to spread any negativity tho, you are such a sweetheart and don't want to spoil this for you if you are excited. Thank you for reading, have a good day 🌷

It’s so random!! I don’t even know how B&A even let that happen!! If I were Betty I would never let my child near Marcela! Yea maybe Marcela has matured and changed her ways but I would still be wary. Afterall you never know what an ex might do or say to your child just to get revenge on you. If I were Marcela I’d definitely tell Camila that her mom is a home-wrecker (even tho that’s not true) just to cause drama😗. They better not go with that route. If Camila ever chooses Marcela over Betty imma riot! If anything I would love to see Camila close with Armando’s sister afterall she was technically named after her! But I have low expectations from the writers😑

It’s been confirmed by Natalia Ramirez that Marcela is divorced. Tbh I kinda find this sad. I was hoping she found her Prince Charming especially after what she went through with Armando. Who knows tho, maybe a side plot of the sequel is Marcela falling in love! That would be lovely ❤️

One of my fav ships in ysblf is Patricia x Nicolás. So I’m kinda happy that they end up together! Tho I doubt she’ll be pregnant during the sequel cause isn’t Patricia in her mid 50s? Isn’t that too late to be pregnant? Maybe she was pregnant and has a kid! That would be exciting! Imagine Patricia with a kid? That’s a sight to see😂. Someone mentioned that Patricia would’ve been a bad mother but idk motherhood can change a person so maybe she changed for the better? It would be interesting if Patricia got pregnant by a rando and Nicolas stepped in and took care of them just like he said he would during ysblf. Tho I understand why they weren’t meant to be during ysblf. They were both fakes so obviously their relationship went no where but things would’ve been different if they restarted their relationship after ysblf afterall they would’ve known each other better.

Ooh my I wonder why they wanted to work together again ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°).

I’m so happy they’ve returned together! If there’s one thing that can save the sequel it would definitely be the chemistry between AMO and JEA. I hope we see something spicy in their office🤭 afterall we were robbed from one😭 I think what the writers are going for is for “new love” again. I for one would’ve also love to see how their love fared over time. One thing I’ve hated is how Armando couldn’t read Betty well in ysblf like the day she read the letter. I would’ve loved to see him understand how Betty feels and be able to communicate with her just by watching her. That’s something someone like Armando can only achieve over the years and if he gets amnesia then we’re gonna be robbed of this😭 Once he gets amnesia he’s going revert back to the person who can’t even read the room again. Tbh I’m scared to see asshole Armando again. I’m serious he better not even sniff another women or imma riot! I just hope the writers aren’t complete idiots.

Don’t worry I don’t think you’re spreading negativity or anything! One thing about me is that I love spoilers! You can tell me all the spoilers you want and I’ll eat them up. I like knowing everything before and while I’m watching a series. May be weird but it is what it is😂 hehe thanks for messaging me! I had fun! Have a great day🥰❤️

[my-castles-crumbling]

cas! omg hi

I just found out that one of my class teachers is leaving the school at the end of this semester and idk how I feel about it

because on one side I'll definitely miss him because he's pretty important to me but I also feel really guilty for my first thought being that my other class teacher (my favourite and the teacher that I'm very unhealthily attached to) was going to have a difficult time with my class after that because they don't really respect her

Also, she is a pretty emotional person and I know that the way the class is acting gets to her and every time she's upset I just want to help her, i want to fix things I want to make it better but I can't because I'll put myself out on the line for more bullying and I don't want that and she doesn't either, ik that.

but i still feel like I'm supposed to do that, like I'm supposed to make things easier for her or else I feel really bad about it. ik that that comes from the way I was raised and from my parents but that doesn't help me in fixing this, it's just become really hard and I thought I'd reach out before it got worse

also, I found out a couple months ago that my dad probably smokes. like, I found cigarettes in his apartment (my parents are divorced) and I don't know 100% still, but I've just completely repressed that because he always used to be so against drugs and everything and ik that he's had a hard time since the divorce but its so annoying that he's stuck in his self-pity like three years after the goddamn divorce like get over your fucking self I'm just so angry at him and it feels like he's betrayed me by doing that and the problem is, I'm exactly like him and everything my mother criticized about him and the things that led to their divorce, I do too and I hate myself for it.

I do actually try and be better than him but it's either out of fear of hurting someone and them leaving me or because of anger that I just don't want to be like him, not out of wanting to be a good person, and it's all just so fucking complicated and I dont know.

Also, as you can probably tell I have a lot of issues with my father, I always have had but it's insane now because it was always me liking my mother more than him because she tried to fix things and he was immature and took everything personally, but now that my mums been kinda transphobic to me since I can out to her im scared because I've actually started liking him again but at the same time I hate him with everything in me and i just don't know what to do or how to act.

sorry for the vent I needed to get that out, as always have a good day and put yourself over helping us when you need it. ❤️

(doing this off anon, idk why just feeling like it)

Hi hon!

First off, as a teacher, it’s not your job to defend your teachers. It’s so sweet of you, but your job is to listen to your teachers and get an education. If you want to cheer your teacher up because you feel like she’s struggling, you could write a note to her! I adore getting notes from my students and I save all of them.

In sorry to hear your other teacher is leaving. It’s always sad to say goodbye to a teacher, especially a good one. If you want, you could write a note to him as well!

As far as your dad and mom, I think one thing I’ve learned about having divorced parents is that it’s okay to have your own opinions of them. You’re not betraying your mom by finding good in your dad, and vice versa. It’s also okay to see pieces of them in yourself, because you can take those pieces and turn them into good things. The fact that you recognize you want to be better already means you ARE better.

I’m proud of you, and I’m sorry you’re dealing with all of this! Sending love!

[riahlynn101]

"I Should Have Listened" (2).

Chapter Two:

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For as long as Izuku can remember, it’s just been his mom and him. And that was enough. It had to be, because anytime he asked why the other kids had a dad and he didn’t, her eyes would water up. 

And he didn’t need a dad anyway, especially when All Might came into the picture. His mentor is surely worth ten dads. 

(But the little boy in him whispers, hurt and confused. Who is his dad?)

The war puts a pause on all his confusion. He has something bigger to focus on. 

He saves Tenko, and All for One is locked away. The ones that survived and are able-bodied start to rebuild. 

Izuku tosses and turns after a day-filled with helping civilians and moving rubble. His brain is unable to shut off, in spite of his best efforts. 

The First sits on the floor next to his sleeping bag. His thin fingers comb through Izuku’s unruly hair. “You need to sleep, Ninth,” he says. He always sounds so soft, even when he’s scolding Izuku. 

“Can’t,” he answers, eyes closed. 

First laughs, the sound echoing around the rundown shack. “And why not?”

“Because I can’t stop thinking.”

Another laugh. “About what, little nine?”

The nickname makes him feel tingly. Izuku can count on one hand how many nicknames he’s received, and a majority of them haven’t exactly been kind. 

He considers First’s words. It wouldn’t be fair of him to lay his burdens out. One for All has it’s own problems without him adding to-

First bonks him on the head, which earns a surprised ow from Izuku. He opens his eyes to glare at the ghostly spector. But First looks unfazed. He crosses his arms, and Izuku sits up. 

“What was that for?”

“Don’t you ever worry about being a burden. When I said you are not alone.” First gets closer to him, staring into his eyes. “I meant it.”

Izuku chuckles nervously. He rubs the back of his neck. “Guess I was mumbling again. Sorry.”

“All is well,” First says, backing off. His stormy expression returns to its usual gentleness. “Now, tell me what’s bothering you.” When Izuku takes a few seconds too long to respond, he adds, “unless you want me to get Kudou?”

Izuku shakes his head. “No, no, I’m okay.” As much as the second One for All user and him have started to get along, he would rather avoid the Second’s ire as much as possible. “Um…well, I’ve been thinking about my family.”

First hums. “Your mother is doing alright. We saw her yesterday, but none of us would blame you if you wanted to be with her for a couple days.”

“No…that’s not what I meant.”

“Oh, then Yagi-san? He’s recovering well in the hospital. Maybe you can visit him tomorrow on your patrol? I’m sure he misses your cute face.” To emphasize his point, First pinches his cheek, though it feels less like a pinch and more like an ice cube being pressed into his skin. 

He shivers. “No, not that either. I’m thinking about my dad.”

“Oh,” First murmurs, in a tone Izuku’s never heard before. It borders on pity.

“Oh?”

First sighs, disappearing and reappearing on Izuku’s other side. His face is stormy again, contemplative almost. White eyes size Izuku up, as if considering something. “Little nine,” he finally says. 

Izuku looks at him, waiting. 

“I…” he trails off, eyes suddenly sad. “I’m sorry I’ve kept this from you.” Again, he disappears and reappears on Izuku’s other side. 

Izuku suddenly feels nervous. “Keep what from me?”

“Your father,” he explains. “I didn’t want to hurt you. I promise.”

“My father?” Izuku breathes, feeling even more confused. “Wha?”

First sighs again, steadying himself. “Your father,” he starts, “is my brother. All for One.”

Those words are so ridiculous that Izuku can’t help the laugh that escapes him. First gazes down at him with a concerned expression. Izuku wipes a tear from his eye. “I…hehe…that was funny,” he gets out between fits of laughter. “But seriously, First-san, I…ha he…do wonder who my real father is.”

“Izuku Midoriya,” First scolds him. The severity of his tone makes Izuku snap out of it. “I’m telling you the truth. Your father is All for One.”

It doesn’t feel as funny hearing it a second time. 

Izuku stares down at his sleeping bag. His eyes fill with tears, and his bottom lip trembles. 

“Aw, please, don’t cry.” First settles next to him once again. His fingers stroking his hair. “Little nine, I didn’t mean to upset you.”

“I know,” Izuku reassures, but his voice comes out strained. “But you have to be wrong. There’s no way that All for One is my…”

First coos over him, trying his best to lull Izuku to sleep. “But I am. From the moment One for All settled into your core, I sensed our connection.” First runs a hand over his eyes. “We are one and the same, you and I, Little Ninth.”

He sounds so convincing that Izuku almost wants to believe him. It must be so lonely having All for One as your only blood relative for centuries on end. It would be so easy to listen and take in First’s words at face value. His supposed “father” is locked up after all, reduced to a slightly younger state. 

But he has never been one to take the path of least resistance. His mind is made up. 

If First wants to claim that the scourge of Japan helped bring him into this world. Fine. Izuku will just have to prove him wrong.  

-x-x-x-

Izuku forces himself not to tremble in front of All for One. He had been stone-faced when requesting a visitation, and everything after that. But now, staring at the very man that brought Japan to its knees (however briefly), makes him start to second guess himself. 

He swallows heavily. 

All for One, even reduced to a mere twenty-something, looks just as intimidating as ever. He shouldn’t, though. Izuku is the one with all the power. One for All sends a comforting burst of energy into his veins. They hadn’t wanted him to come here. To see him. So, it’s nice to know that they still support his decision. 

“Well?” All for One asks, raising an eyebrow. “I don’t have all day.”

He does, actually, this prison - while not as locked down as Tartartus - has even less to do. It’s  underfunded and was vastly underprepared for the influx of villains. 

But Izuku has been raised to be polite. He is the one that came to poke and prod the metaphorical bear. “Right. I have a few questions for you.”

“Yes.”

“What kind of questions?” 

Izuku takes a deep breath. “First told me-”

“Yoichi?” All for One interrupts. 

“Huh?”

He clarifies. ‘My brother. His name is Yoichi.”

Izuku inwardly rolls his eyes. He already knew that, but he became acquainted with First by his number, not his name. It’s hard to switch now, but he would if asked to. 

“I know,” he says, keeping the same cordiality in his tone. “He’s said it once or twice.” More like Second says it ten times a day. “I prefer to call him First, though.”

“How come? Does he not call you Midoriya-kun?”

Izuku crosses his arms, hoping to warm himself up under All for One’s cold, unwavering stare. “He calls me Midoriya Izuku if I do something stupid, but most of the time he calls me…” he trails off. All for One doesn’t deserve to know what First calls him. It feels too personal. 

“Well, he must use your full name a lot.”

The double meaning doesn’t escape Izuku, but he chooses to ignore it. He forces a small smile. “He does, actually. Way more than my mother ever has.” And that’s true. His mother let him explore on his own, so all his misadventures were overlooked. Kacchan certainly never cared if Izuku wanted to do something dangerous. 

“That power,” All for One says, changing the subject. “It used to break your bones.”

“It did,” Izuku confirms. Sometimes, when he bends wrong or overextends himself or the weather is a little too cold or rainy, his bones start to ache. “But it doesn’t anymore.” At least not as much. 

“Why are you here, Ninth ?”

The use of his number within One for All makes Izuku a little angry. He forces it down. “First said you might be my father.” The words are hard to get out. His throat feels clogged. 

All for One cocks his head to the side. “Hm…” He pats the bed beside him. “Sit down.”

“I’m okay standing, thanks.”

“ Sit down, or this visit is over.” Something in his tone forces Izuku to sit next to him. He would blame it on a quirk if not for the way his legs feel like jelly and the quirk dampers built into the prison walls. 

All for One smiles at him. It’s not the nice, gentle smile that First has. Nor the reassuring but confident one that Second has. It’s cold and doesn’t quite reach his eyes. 

“So?” Izuku asks.

“Am I your father?” 

“Yes.”

All for One takes his face into his hands, studying it. “What…what are you doing?” It takes everything in him not to use One for All (not that he could, but he can feel his predecessors’ panic like it's his own). 

His eyes meet All for One’s, and in the brief second their eyes meet, something shifts. 

“You’re her son,” he breathes. “Inko’s little boy.”

Cold dread washes over Izuku. “How do you know my mom?” But All for One isn’t listening to him. He continues to look over Izuku’s face, appraising every inch of his features. 

“You look so much like her. Same eyes. Same face. But…” he brings a hand up to touch Izuku’s hair. “We have the same hair texture.” All for One traces his jawline. “The same jawline, too.” He laughs. “Your hair and eye color are lighter as well. A perfect mix of both of us.”

Fear grips Izuku by the throat. He stands up abruptly. “No!” He shouts. “No, no, no! I’m not your son! I’m not!”

“You might be,” All for One says, sounding oddly hurt. “Your mother is Inko Midoriya, right?”

Izuku looks down at his shoes, and he knows he’s given it away without saying a word. He silently apologizes to his mother for dragging her into this. “You weren’t supposed to agree with me.”

All for One looks content, even as Izuku falls apart two feet away. “There’s only one way to be sure. A DNA test.”

The thought of being subjected any more of All for One’s unbearable, suffocating presence makes him want to throw up. Izuku shakes his head, stumbling towards the door. ‘No, I- I don’t want to know.”

When All for One speaks again, it’s with the suddenness of a snake striking its prey. His words are sharp and even. “Do not deny me. Order that DNA test, or else.”

If Izuku didn’t have so many people that could be used as collateral, then he would tell All for One where he could stick the DNA test. Alas, he has many people who don’t deserve to be on All for One’s hitlist, so he pauses at the door. 

“Fine, I’ll do it.”

“Good,” All for One says, pleased. “Very good boy. I’ll be expecting you soon then. Don’t disappoint me.”

Izuku grits his teeth, swallowing his pride, and walking to the warden’s office to talk about ordering a DNA test. 

What has he gotten himself into?

[aimzicr]

I was born on a sweltering summer evening, and from all accounts I was a baby that did not sleep well at all, not until the season changed. Nightmares, my parents explained, Or maybe you were just sensitive to heat, or to the cicadas.

When I turned seven, when the air was sweltering hot and the trees droned with insect voices that never seemed to tire, I had a nightmare. Or a waking nightmare, maybe, my restless sleep influenced by the sound of cicadas in the tree outside my window. The noise was so loud, it almost had a face.

I had just turned fourteen. I was in the living room, trying to keep cool, trying to distract myself from the world. The insects were droning again, louder and louder, the sound drowning out the sound of the fans and the television. I must have zoned out, my thoughts blurred by the sound, until the vibration seemed to concentrate in enough pain to get me doubling over. There was blood trickling down my legs. My mother soothingly told me not to worry, as it was normal for girls my age. The droning of the insects continued all summer long, and the ache in my gut was stronger during that season than in the others. Thrumming along.

I moved after graduation, wanting to study abroad - somewhere where there wasn't a summer at this time of year, somewhere there was snow instead of blazing heat - and the day after my 21st birthday I called home. I needed to hear my parent's voices again. I had a nightmare someone broke into the house, I tell them, trying to keep my tone light, the 'ha-ha isn't that silly'. But when Dad's reply is a shifting silence, I feel the joke turn sour on my tongue. Someone did break into the house, he says, hesitantly. Or, at least, they broke the window. I don't think anything's missing, but... we're not sure. You'll have to check when you come back to visit. And when I ask why I have to check, he shifts again, uncomfortably. They broke the window of your room, honey. Near as we can tell, they didn't go anywhere else in the house.

Being a great university student didn't translate to success at work, or at holding down a relationship. I was worried about how my 30s weren't that far away, how sad it was that I was back in the family home, living in my childhood bedroom while I looked for work online. Mum and Dad had gone out, promising a cake for a party just the three of us, and told me to stay home and relax for a while. The air was muggy and still, and the cicadas droned and droned outside while I scrolled social media and looked at the lives of my friends and coworkers. Everyone had it together, so why didn't I? I was getting a headache from the heat, from squinting at the screen, from probably dehydration on top of all of that. It was too hot to move, until the sunbeam I was laying in cut out, and then suddenly I could move again, and was so thirsty. I was halfway to the kitchen for water when I stepped into a new sunbeam, and I realised that only half of the window was in shadow; it was not a cloud that had passed in front of the sun. There was something pressed up against the glass, a vast shape, thrumming with the song of the cicadas. I could hear its face. I screamed, just once, but the sound was too close to the insects outside. We just stared at each other until my parents got home, and then there was no-one there at the window except the summer sunlight.

Mum and Dad had moved out last year, wanting a place to have their own. I'd had to fight to get my name put on the paperwork and no-one could understand why. The childhood home was almost past the point of being 'a fixer-upper', and wouldn't I rather have the big wad of cash that the developers were offering? I didn't like the idea of my house being buried under the soulless lawns and sand pits of the proposed golf course. I fought last summer, and joked it had been my thirty-fourth birthday present to have the old place to myself, and to convince the whole neighbourhood to fight back against construction to boot. That was last year. I'd fought, and won, and now I'm home again. Right when I need to be. It's the summer again, and I'm listening to the sound of cicadas getting louder and more insistent outside. It took me this long to realise there was a rhythm to their song, to their appearances. It wasn't just random noise. My birthday's ticking closer, minute by minute. My head is starting to hurt. My mouth is dry. I've left the door into the garden open, so the whole house is filled with the noise. I drink a glass of water, and close my eyes, and I hum. I'm 35. Happy birthday to me. When I open my eyes, the cicadas are louder than ever, and in the thrum of their droning call someone steps into the kitchen. Something singing the same song they've sung for all those rhythmic summers, lonely and waiting and lost and dying for one more chance.

I take the hand that's offered to me, and pull it close.

[hirik0]

False Reality Part 2

Soap/Ghost, SiFi AU

When Ghost is opeingin his eyes again for the secound time this day, hes blinded by brithe hospital eyes. He makes a displeased sound holding one of his hands in front of his eyes. NExt to him someone is moving. "Simon, how your feeling?", a female soundig voice is asking him and why is he thinking he must imagening this voice? He moves his head and hes lookig at his mother Helena Riley. HE blinks a few times, while tears are filling his eyes, why is he sad this just dont make sence. Its his mum he just saw her last sunday for family dinner right? RIGHT?!? "What happened?", he ask confused. "Price said you had a really bad migraine when you spoke over the phone, he also said your confused about living here in London. I had to let the EMTS in", his mother sound woried and tears are gathering in her eyes and he hates this. "Yeah, I dont know, just have a wiered feeling, maybe i dreamed bad and thats why im confused", he says to sooth his mother worry. "Of course sunshine, I will get a nurse yes", Helena says before leaving the room. Sunshine, why the fuck is she calling him sunshine? His mum only ever told him Simon his hole life hes sure of that. His mum returns with a nurse and a young Doctor. Ghost has to press his teath together to not call the Doctor Gaz and ask him what he is doing here. "Im Dr. Garrick", the young Doctor is intrudusing himself and Ghost acts like he in fact dont know Kyle 'Gaz' Garrick. Jsut the Gaz in his memorys is in the military. "We did a CT scan and MRI of your brain and we found nothing. He dont know where the headache was coming from but it for sure was not a migraine. The good news is also no tumor. Just i dont no what happend right before you passed out?", Gaz ask taking a pan in his hand his left hand, Ghost notices Gaz is right handed hes pretty sure about this. But does it really matter. "I was on the phone with my boss John Price and I dont know for some reason I thought i dont live on earth, but that clearly cant be right", Ghost explains feeling stupid. "I mean the mars colonie from Elon Musk failed after just 5 years and the only other posibility is the moon base, and Im sure your not an astronaut", Gaz says still writting down eveythink Ghost said. For some reason Ghost has the feeling failed is an understament and that after Elon Musk got killed at the mars revolution the colonie recovered really fast, but he keeps that for himself. "Well you can go home Mr. Riley, we cant do anything for you, besides making sure you get some sick days", Gaz says with his big familier smile. "Thanks... Doc", He nearly called Gaz Sergeant what the fuck.

His mum drives him home looking worried. "You are sure you dont want to stay in your old room, sunshine?", she asks for the 5th time. "Yes mum its fine, if thinks get worse i will call you", he ansered for the 5th time. "You sure you can come to dinner on Thursday?" "Yes, Mum of course its with Joes girlfriend and her dad, right", Ghost says confused why he knows this. "Yes, Emma MacTavish and her dad John, the mum sadly past away. Cant imagine to raise you both with out your dad." Ghost bites his toungh to not say they infact would be better off with out their loser father but he has the feeling this will upset his mother. He dont want to upset his mother, he hates when she is upset. He also has the feeling that Emma is Soaps youngest niece and not his daughter. "What is Mr. MacTavish doing for work again?", Ghost ask nearly saying Soap, feeling wired to call Soap Mr. MacTavish having the feeling Soap would tell him thats his dad. "His Joes chemestry teacher, Simon do you even listend when Joe told us for 3 months how cool the new chemestry teacher is?" "I maybe turend my brain of becasue he repeaded the same thinks over and over again", Ghost lies through his teeth. Chemestry teacher oddly makes sense to him, knowing that Soap is good in chemestry for other reasons then beeing a teacher. His mum is smiling at this. "Well, it was that or him just talking about Emma, for 3 months i understand. He just like Tommy was with Beth at the beginning. Ghost start feeling sad having knowing that he infact didnt know this. He knows that Tommy is loving Beth with all he got, but for some reason he dont know he talked about nothing but Beth for months. Because he was not at home, why was he not at home? They reach Simons apartment building and Ghost kisses his mother on the cheek as a thank you. He gets in the building he enters his code the 4th November the day... the day its an important date to him he knows that but why? Was important thing happend on the 4th November?

He opens the door to his appartment, walking straight in to the living room he didnt inspected yet. Like in the bedroom, this room feels to big for just one person. He loves the wall with books shelves, the sofa looks comfortable, the tv looks like a ancient relict to him, tvs got replaced 20 years before smartphons. It looks to lived in, he also hates the open kitchen, but it's what he has to work with. He looks through all the drawers till he finds a pair of scissors. Time to fix his hair, while he walks to the bathroom he sees photos of him having a man bun but his brain tells him this is against regulations, he just dont know what regulations. He stands in front of the giant mirror and start cutting away big parts of his hair, till he has short easy to maintain miltary style hair cut. He has the urge to shave the sites down more but he thinks that it's maybe to much change for his mum. He's also pleasantly suprised that the cut dont look like a 5 year old that cut their own hair, the feeling of him cutting his hair regularly on his own is popping up in his head. He cleans the scissor before returning it to the kitchen. He inspects the fridge and its full. There are fruits he oddly only knows from books in a fruit bowl. To his horror he don't find any bourbon, but lots of whine and the worst he sees a coffee maschien and he has no tea. He takes a apple out of the bowl, before he goes to the last room in the appartement. It's a small office and he instantly feels the need to move his bedroom in here. He nearly drops the apple when he sees the law degree with his name on right behinde the desk. Hes a lawyer? If Price is his boss does that mean PRICE is also a lawyer? Guess instead of resting he needs to catch up on British law... and how your supost to follow it. Why does he has the feeling he broke a lot of laws in the past? He laughs at the conflicting feeling of him being a lawyer and him not haven follow a law atleast his hole adult life.

Supect: Simon Riley, Human space marine

Days in simulation: 4 standard galactic days

Time till ascending: 8 standart galactic days

Today he would meet Soap and for some reason that makes him really nervous. The last few days he looked at his work suprised that he understood everything. He is up to date with all his cases, he's ready for court on Monday and at the same time he feels like a big imposter. He watched some earth TV, oddly already knowing the plot of most movies and series even if said series is allegedly just premiereing. Sometimes thinking about how Gaz would react to sertain plots and jokes. The music even if it's allegedly just released feel like they are old and should not be at the top 100 charts. He's questioning if everything is in fact okay with his brain since he passed out 3 days ago. He just showered and is now standing in front of his dresser. The lack of black cloths is the biggest pain in his the ass. Every shirt being in a light colour he has to dig in there every fucking day to find some dark colours. He choose a dark green button up and black dress pants, no lack of these at least. He has the need to cover up atleast the lower half of his face. He also every morning is looking for something to blacken the skin around his eyes being iritated ever time he dont find it. Why does he has this need to hide his face? He talks with nobody over this not wanting to worry them or end up in the hospital again. He also start to work out really iritate by the limits his body is setting him, feeling like he is suposed to be able to do more.

He stands at the front door of Beth's and Tommys house still unsure why he even knows the address. The same feeling he had with his mom is also here. As if Beth, his mom, Tommy and Joseph are all supost to be dead. He rings the bell and Beth is opening the door with a big smile that turns in to confusion. "Did you cut your hair Simon?", she asks confused. "Yes." "But why the man bun was really a good look on you", Beth say while letting her brother in law in. "Just didn't liked it anymore." Beth is narrow her eyes before slowly nodding in understanding. "I get it long hair is a pain to take care of, looks good Simon just suprised." Footsteps are stomping down the stairs and a teenage Joseph is looking around the corner disappointed to see his uncle instead of his girlfriend. "Hi Joe", Ghost just greats. "Hi uncle Si", he says before disappearing to his room again. "Teenager", Beth sighs fondly. The adults move to the living room. His mother and Tommy sitting on the couch talking about something. "Si", Tommy says with a big smile that makes Ghost heart arch. "Tommy, good to see you." He supresses the need to hug him, clearly he sees Tommy on a regular basis. "A shame that Dad, cant be here", Tommy sees and Ghost blood frezzes in his veins. A shame? A shame, this man better never comes near them ever again. "You okey sunshine?", his mom ask seeing his for her very unusal face expression. He slipped from Simon to the Ghost something his family just never saw. He need to take several deep breaths before he can answer his mum question getting concernt looks from everyone in the livingroom. Hes rescued from an answer by the doorbell.

Joe is sprinting down the stairs, its only one person that can ring with all his family downstairs. Emma and Mr MacTavish. He nearly falls in his haste and honstely the scene is mealting the cold rage inside of Ghost. Joe pulls the door open probably with a big smile. "Hey", he says a bit arkward and his mum mutters while shaking her head: "Just like his dad." "Hey, Joe", a girl is answering a her smile clearly can be heared in her voice. "Mr MacTavish", Joe greets his teacher after hugging his girlfriend. Emma MacTavish has the same big, lightening ther room up smile as Soap, but her Hair is red instead of brown, probably from her mother. She goes Joespeh nearly to his chin, perfect to rest the head on when you hug. Soap steps in and his long hair instead of a stupid mohawk is iritating the shit out of Ghost. Also Soap is way to tiny, no visibel bulk at all. Soap has shoulder long hair, just like Ghost before he cut his, he imgine its put up in class but at the moment its down. He has the same blue eyes he rembers from somewhere and this smile that punches the air out of Ghost chest. Thank fuck he dont blushes, because his mum will likely notice something early enough. "Well you know my parents and than is my nana Helena Riley and my uncel Simon", Joeseph intedudec the two. John heard is skipping a beat when he looks in Ghost brown eye the fuck he will do falling on love with the uncel of his daugthers boyfriend. Emma will probably never forgive him that.

They sit at the diner table the adult Rileys one onside and Joseph and the MacTavishs on the other. Beth cooked a vegetarian deep dish to the displeasement of Ghost with fucking eggplant in it. So while everyone is kinda busy talking with each other he picks the offensive plant out of his food. "Joe told us your really in to music from the 2000s", Beth says making Ghost turn in the conversation again. "I had to listen to a lot of it for a essay and it stucked", Emma says clearly exited about the topic. "What's your favourite song?, Helena asks intresstet. Lady Gagas Bad Romance Ghost thinks being so suprised about this knowledge he accidentally eats a piece of eggplant. "Bad Romance form Lady Gaga", Emma answers. "I never heard this song I think", Helena likes listens to older music. "I can send you my playlist Mrs Riley", Emma offers. "Call me Helena or Nana dear and that sounds lovely." "I think you also would like Karma from Taylor Swift", Emma says while inspecting her food also picking out the eggplant. "Oh what's the song about?", Helena ask intresstet. "That if you do good things Karma will make sure good things happen to you and the people you care for", Ghost answers automatically getting the attention of the hole table. "That sound lovely", his mother says with a smile on her face. "Could not have said it better", Emma says smiling. It's because that are you word Ghost thinks while drinking from his water glass. They go on to the dessert that are deffently made by his mom. Littel lemon tarts, Simons favourite. "So how is living with and I quote: Londons best and hottest lawyer", Soap asks as a joke getting a drop it look from Ghost and a emberest look from his daughter. "We heared thats technically illegal a lot", Tommy says punishing Ghost shoulder playfull. "It's because you always ask me oddly specifically if scenario x would be illegal which it is 90% of the time. The other 10% is it will be if you get caught", Ghost says while jabbing his elbow in Tommys site. "No disgusion of Law at diner", Beth reminds them annoyed. "Well technically diner is over Mum, dessert is not diner you told me that a lot", Joseph says imitating Ghost lawyer talk. Ghost just nods proudly using the own words against someone is important in law, while Tommy takes a big sip of his wine to not laught. Helena and Emma are chewing their tart suspiciously long. John has to take a deep breath to not laugh. "Sometimes as you know Joseph Riley diner has more then one course like today and then dessert is infact part of diner. So no law questions", Beth says stern. Joseph opens his mouth to say disagree and desites last second to say something else. "Emma also want to be a lawyer." "Oh really?" Ghost ask intresstetto his knowledge Emma wants to specialise as a alienspecies vetenarian. "Mum was the best family lawyer in Glasgow and I want to step on her foot steps", Emma says with a shining in her eyes like Soap when he is allowed to blow up something. "Family law is hard but important", Ghost just says getting a site eye from Beth. They change subjects after this till the last piece of dessert is eaten.

The teenager are sitting on the couch while the adults still talk at the diner table. "Well I thought Joe will never stop talking about Emma the whole school year, he hardly talks about anything else", Beth says a bit tipsy from the whine. "Mum!", Joseph protest from the couch. "Ah same here a have a check list of thinks Joseph Riley does by now", Soaps says loudly over the protest of his daughter. "DAD!", Emma says as a warning a familiar look of challenge in her eyes, that Ghost know all to well from his Soap. "Don't worry bumblebee I will keep the really embarrassing stuff for another time so that Beth can coordinate with storys about Joseph", Soap jokes and it clearly the wrong answer because Emma is narrowing her eyes pulling her lower lip on while thinking about a response. Ghost just smiles hearing that Soap uses the same nickname for daughter Emma as for niece Emma. "Well atleast I don't got called Soap by everyone because I blow up a soap dispenser at uni Dad", Emma answers clearly not pleased with her dad's answer. It seams that Soap is still Soap after all even as a teacher instead of... God he will figure that one out later. "Was an accident and technically not my fault", Soap protests. "Oh so what happened then?", Ghost asks with a raised eyebrow looking Soap directly in the eyes for the first time. Soap feels how his heart is about to jump out his chest, his hands geting sweaty and how his ears are getting warm, all just because Simon Riley is giving him his full attention. Fucking hell, he had his fair share of hot parents as a teacher but Simon Riley will be the death of him. "Well...", he starts never ever he had the problem to tell this story before, its likely because he's a lawyer and not because he's hot Soap lies to himself. "We tested a chemical reaction and I maybe put a bit to much of it in because I was distracted and then the dispenser exploded." "So it was your fault", Ghost concludes while shaking his head and Soap has to repress the urge to just agree with him. "No, I was distracted by a fellow student and he is,atleast half the reason it happened." "And still they only called you Soap." Holy fucking shit the way he says Soap is sending shivers down his spine. He hated this nick name but when Simon Riley says it it sounds like so good he wants to fall down on his knees. He's lucky he sits because he maybe would have done it embarrassing his daughter in front of Josephs family.

[heleizition]

DAMN not me being like whos cody and the plot post being like GODS FUCKING CLONE CHILD. tell me everything we love an apocalypse harbinger. also CAIN MY BOI poor baby needs that therapy. also the whole 'and god thought mh well i liked that lets try again'? chefs kiss. I Wish To Know The Past Lives by you categorised as kinda boring THING pls. does cain get a bestie? someone give this man a bigger support and luv system. also vik is a BABY? a former child. A BABY!! also W HA T is that fuckery with jasper tell me absolutely everything please

SHES MY FAVORITE WEIRDO GIRL I LOVE HER SO MUCH SHES HOLY AND BRINGS A RELIGIOUS FLAVOR OF TERROR THAT I. CARE ABOUT <===== guy who was not raised religious at all idk why im so into it

so in the plot post i mentionned there's a memory thing. everyone remembers bits here and there of their past life, and usually demons mostly remembers bad things they did bc thats how u manipulate people into doing more things that are . not good. cody and jasper are the only ones with no memories of past life bc they were created in this realm, and had no past life. she has no idea she's god's soldier, They sent her down there mostly for Their own entertainement and everything she does is her own choice and will, even if god can "feel it" (which is why . they end up sending the whole lil family back on earth . for a chance to be happy. bc they feel cody's happiness.)

for the rest :

past lives ! um ill put lil warnings before. each lives.

Nell & Belly : tw for child abuse, sexual abuse and exploitation, adults not helping like they should lol

Nell and Belly (btw their full names are Nathanel and Anabelle) are born twins, nell just a few minutes before his sister. their mother died at birth which sent their father (an already not . good guy) into deep constant rage and pain . once they grow up a bit . i mean like. 7 or so. theres sexual abuse happening . and beatings. selling out his kids for a night for money. nothing fun. nell and belly get through it together until at like 16 nell (who's like, underfed, short, no muscles) snaps and stabs their dad over and over again .

nell only remembers this, killing his dad, with absolutely no context behind (protecting himself, protecting his sister, freeing them) so he thinks he used to be a Bad person. after that they get placed in the system, ig theres a trial but its ruled as legitime defense, and once they're 18 belly just. vanishes. they both deal very differently with what their whole life was, nell cant go on, can barely support himself, thinks he should have died right then, and belly flees from nell to find . somewhere where she can forget. she regrets it but nell dies before she can reconnect (not sure how, his death isn't rly whats important here,,, im thinking . so numb he can't rly recognize whats around him . walk in front of a car. yeah). belly struggles to have a happy life after that and ... im not sure how she dies yet. im thinking drowning bc its a thing that almost happens in the farm au....

as an angel, she doesnt remember much, because there wasn't much happiness in her life. also these two as twins have a bond that still connect them in angel/demon realm ! so they know the other exist and they remember once they meet !!

eden : tw for transphobia, drugs, suicide, abusive family ?

i'll go short w him bc it's not pleasant and it makes me sad <==== guy who MADE this backstory

eden is trans, always feels out of place as a kid, as a teen. his parents kick him out at eighteen bc they "can" and bc even if eden never said anything, they Know and don't want him in here. he has a friend who helps for a while, until the rumors spread about him being a ~ freak ~ and his friend is like. im sorry my parents cant let u impose in the house. anymore. : /// . eden is lost and desperate and doesn't know what to do, sells himself, gets into drugs to get through the days, finds out the days aren't worht getting through, kills himself. yay

he's one of the few who's always remembered his past fully,,,

LENA lena my BABYGIRL um tw for war mostly

this happens in a fictif medieval era lmao she's the princess of a kingdom, daughter of a kind king and queen, destined to rule, fighting among the army already, everyone loves her, except her small kingdom gets torn apart by another kingdom, not that much bigger, but with much greater military strength. the country gets torn apart before the army, the king and queen can do anything. the enemies arrive to the capital and lena doesn't even ask and joins the vanguard. she uses a sword at this point, get through enemies after enemies, and it looks like there's hope, until one of the enemy's captain reach her. it's a bit of a eowyn versus the nazgul vibe in lotr except lena doesn't win. she's slain, and slowly dies on hte battlefield with her beloved country burning, and the people she swore to protect screaming and dying.

she's very loved. i care her so much. she's my default when idk what to draw :3 she remembers being a loved princess, and slowly remember the last fight. it haunts her, the weight of losing this fight, that she couldn't do more, even if it's from a time long gone.

titania ummmm well theres grooming. witch hunt and betrayal.

i have to research the exact period titania's past happens, but its between late 1400 and early 1600s i think !

she loses her parents very young and thus, is cared for by the local church. there's a priest here who teaches her to use her looks and innocence as a way to get things, information, food, anything. once she's 13/14, he starts showing her the more physical way to do so.

she starts using sex as a way to learn things. she's the person who knows the most about anyone in the village. she's an important figure, one who's gifted things to keep silent, who gives her body in exchange for things to hang up against someone. she hates the priest who made her who she is . she couldn't have been something else, happier, lighter, but she's this, and she's too deep in to just stop.

she's too powerful, she knows too much, and when there's word in the village of a witch inhabiting it, they all turn to her. they have a way to get rid of her and the power she holds over them. she screams what she knows when she's brought to the center of the village, screams her hate of the priest who made her who she is, destroys everyone's nice little life because it cost hers. she dies burning, and everyone chooses to act like they never heard her in her final day.

she's the wise calm one who's actually full of anger and wrath. i love her a lot. there's this french song i love ("a witch like any other") which talks abt . women. women and men treating women like they're granted. and like. its a titania song. if u wanna give it a listen this version is amazing altho it's more powerful if u know french....

VIK UM OKAY not much tw here. it's just fucking sad. im a terrible oc parent. it's also heavily inspired by hell's girl season 3's protagonist past..................... it's basically that tbh SOEJFEFSJS

his mother and him are not allowed in the village. his mother is sick. he doesn't know it, he just follows his mother. she's kind and beautiful, gives him food and tells him stories. he's 4. they can't get in the village and he doesn't know why, so they find dry places in the woods to live. it's fun, it's everything he's ever known. one day his mother doesn't wake up, so he goes to try and find food by himself, to surprise her. when he's back, she's still not awake. she's stiff and cold, so he gives her his blanket and waits. days pass. he's hungry, he's thirsty, he's 5, he doesn't know anything, doesn't know how to go on, the usually places he finds bits of food are empty. it's colder and his mother hasn't moved since that day.

it's snowing. it's pretty. he wishes his mom could wake up and see it but he's starting to think that maybe she won't.

vik dies, age 5, in the forest, cold hungry and alone.

he doesn't remember anything, and his ignorance nd naivety makes him so much easier for noah to manipulate him. she doesn't mean to at first, she sees a child who could use some help, and she's always wanted a child. but they're at war, and sacrifices need to be made.

ABEL AND CAIN'S PAST ISNT CLEAR TO ME RN IM SORRYYYYY SOMETHING ABT ABEL BEIGN A RULER AND CAIN HIS SHADOW WHO KILLS FOR HIM YAGHHHHHH IDK MAN abel slowly remembering that he was a mercyless king who made his people suffer just like hte people he's trying to fight rn,,,,,,,,,,, honey

i don't have much planed for cain in tame of support rn im sowwy.................... i wanna work on it tho.......... i have a lot of secondary charactres that he could fit with...............

noah used to be a cool fearless pirate stealing rich people to give to the poor in her hometown mostly. finding strays and helping them. i love that for her . she was a good guy, a robin hood, and then her devotion to god fucked her up (aka hermit the frog by marina). she jst fights bc she thinks it will bring peace until she learns god was just Bored lol !!!!!!!!!!!!!

i don't think i forgot anyone ? if i did i am sorry (bows down to my kids)

jasper's thing......................... well. there's always been experiments. trying to find a being Higher. jasper was created in a lab. then he and another kid, angel this time, were fused. the scar is most likely due to this . for the longest time jasper just thought he had a strong inner voice but it's this other kid (no name yet sowwy!!!!!!! im coming up with this on the spot actually which is why i like being asked abt them it makes me THINK). he's the only saved experiment from this. abel and cain had been sent to investigate on a demon who's part of the high council, but who some people thought was shady. he indeed was. they destroyed eveything (u don't toy with life) and found jasper. omg . they both kind of raised him . ohhhhhhhhhhhhh OHHHHHHH

anyway later in the story, belly and him are fighting opponent, belly is cool and strong but she almost dies and well . those two are in love and it makes jasper's inner angel wake up along with some new powers. not sure exactly what!!!! im thinking !!!! ok i gotta go grocery show now BE BACK SOON BC I SEE MORE THINGS IN MY INBOX

[vipower001]

Cant write but short story idea:

This girl (lady A) works at a coffee shop or deli place or something. One day a pregnant woman (lady b) walks in and orders something.

Lady A offers lady b her congratulations but lady be says something like “thank you but i just wish it could be a joyful occasion.” Lady A now curious asks her what she means and lady B tells lady A about how her boyfriend got her pregnant and when she told him he broke up with her and moved in with another girl a few weeks later; his reason being something like “im not ready to be a father and i really just have to focus on my self right now” yada yada bullshite.

Lady B then starts telling lady A her worries and how she doesn’t know how she will support this child and how she cant just give up the baby because even though shes alone she has always wanted to be a mother and care for a child.

Lets give her a sad backstory of an absent mother who would always be to preoccupied with work or something to really be a parent to her daughter. Dad was an A+ dad, supper sweet and supportive but died when she was still in her single digits of age.

Anyway, lady B confides in this random girl she met who was just serving her her drink and so for like an hour she tells Lady A about her fears and how scared she is to become a single mother when her current job is not fit to support an adult and a new born child.

So after she tells Lady A this she starts to apologize for taking up this girls time and how she should be going anyhow but before she can leave Lady A tells her to wait and so she hands Lady B her contact info and tells her that if she needs anyone that she will be there and that she wont let her go at this alone. Lady B is hesitant at first to accept bc she doesn’t want to be a burden but lady A is insistent and so lady B leaves with the contact info with a promis to call and ask for help.

Pretty much after that its just about these two women becoming closer by one supporting the other and caring for a stranger that walked into her shop one day. And the other accepting this care of a stranger that has helped her more than anyone in her life, she has not been loved like this since her father died.

They fall in love (though they dont tell each other at first) and when the baby is born lady B kinda expects lady A to leave and she tells her so in the hospital. Lady A tells her how she wont leave unless lady b wants her to because she cares not only about her but the baby as well.

Lady B is surprised and also extremely happy because someone she loves cares about her and her baby. Shes asks lady A why she dose and then lady A admits her feelings to her and tells her that she doesn’t have to love her back and that if asked she will leave lady b alone but if she wants her to stay she will care for both of them wether or not lady B feels the same way.

But lady b dose love lady A and tells her so. They both kiss and once lady b is discharged from the hospital the new family goes home to their apartment, there lady A starts saving up money to buy them a “proper home” to raise their baby in. (I want lady B to quit her current job and decide to go back to school (shes doing online) to get a job she loves and one that has a higher pay to support her fam).

I want the perspective of Lady A coming home from work and seeing her wife girlfriend and kid and just being filled with love and joy of seeing the two of them. Looking at them and seeing love. Seeing two people she loves more than anything and knowing that she would do anything for them.

I want lady B to look up from her classes or from where she is playing with her kid and to just smile with love and contentment at her girl.

Her girl, the girl that took care of her from the day she met her. Her girl that was there for her when no one else was. Her girl that held her as she cried with fear of the future. Her girl that has loved and cherished ever part of her.

I want them to grow old together and watch their kid grow. Maybe even adopt another or few more. I want them to love each other, to love the family that they built. I want that never ending love two people can have for each other, that love you feel towards someone the moment you meet them till the day your soul passes on.

Give me a story of a person taking care of and loving another person; not because they have to, not because it’s expected of them, not because they were told to; but because the want to.

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If someone would want to write this then please do and tag me. I just think that this would be a cute story.