#despite being crying child he is not crying in this pic

[gasstationlady]

the start of something beautiful | a lando norris social media au

pairing: lando norris x private!reader (fc: tyla)

lando is spotted with an unknown woman, and everyone thinks she’s another fling. however, later revealed as naomi campbell’s daughter, lando's fans slowly start to love her despite her tendency to be private.

notes: btw, i’m so sorry i’ve been mia for a while! honestly, i have a ton of drafts i’ve written over the time i didn’t post, but i lowkey hate all of them lmao. anyways, hope you enjoy this fluff :)

disclaimer: swearing. photos not mine. OLD PIC OF JAZ AND ROSS (yes it’s a warning bc i’m still mourning that relationship, and ik i’m not the only one). there are a few mistakes in the tweets that i was too lazy to fix lol. also, i hope the flow doesn’t feel too rushed!

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yourusername

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yourusername 🌸

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yourbestie 👀

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yourbestie framing these pics brb 😍😍

f1gossip

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f1gossip We received these photos of Lando and a girl today! It looks like the same girl he has been spotted with for the past 3 months, but it’s still unclear who it is. ☕️

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user three months of them being pictured AND YET NONE CLEARLY CAPTURE HER FACE. that’s some bs

↳ user no deadass bc you guys had one job 🙄

user lmaoooo i know the delulu fans are crying that she’s still here

user Are we sure it's the same girl? Lmfao even if it is, he's probably going to get tired of her soon!

user god i hope people learn and treat her better than how they treated luisinha

landonorris

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landonorris First time trying wakeboarding 🤙

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user happy lando >>>

user Where’s your girlfriend

user not the red bull life vest lmfaoo

user lando rlly said here’s some shirtless pics to distract u

↳ user frrr but like it’s not working 😭

f1gossip

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f1gossip Naomi Campbell and daughter, Y/N Campbell, making an appearance at today’s GP! It's presumed that Y/N is dating Mclaren driver, Lando Norris. Our sources in the paddock mentions that the two visited the Mercedes, Ferrari, and Mclaren garages before the race. 👀

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user i'm literally in love w her she's soo beautiful 😍

user this actually makes sense that they knew each other since naomi has been connected to f1 for a while now

user I would be unstoppable if I looked like her.

user she looks so kind 🥺🥺

user oh the things i would do to reincarnate as a wealthy person’s child

user i was there and got to meet her and i’d just like to say that i’d go to war for her

landoupdates

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landoupdates Max, Lando, and Y/N (seen in second photo, far right) with fans at an after party! We received these pictures a few minutes ago, and the fan included “Y/N mostly stood behind as Max and Lando were asked for photos but she was so so kind !! Although you can tell she likes to keep to herself, she told me she thought my dress was cute and even got Lando’s attention for me so I could ask for a picture 😭 Also, he kept holding her hand !!!”

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user her face card is insane.

user now that we know she's naomi's daughter, i can't believe we didn't see it before LOL

user “he kept holding her hand” 😭😭😭😭😭

user I have never wanted someone to go off private so bad 😩

user honestly she’s my new fav wag

user it’s the way everyone loves her rn lmaoooo

user LANDO CAN YOU FIGHT

f1gossip

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f1gossip Lando, Ginge, and Ethan possibly alluding to Lando’s new relationship with Y/N in the recent Quadrant video 👀👀

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user not them clowning him 😭

user i mean we all know by now that they’re together but this was the cherry on top

user melting over how he couldn’t stop smiling 🥹

user the fact that he kept this clip in 😩😩

user I AM ONCE AGAIN ASKING “LANDO CAN YOU FIGHT”

user I get it 😭 I also wouldn’t be able to hide that I’m dating Y/N

user perfect example of private but not a secret, in love with them 🥹🥹

landoupdates

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landoupdates A few photos of Lando and Y/N at the paddock today ☺️

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user literally my fav couple

user when is he gonna make it officially on insta

↳ user My thoughts exactly!! 😭😭 I know not everything has to be posted, but I’m just excited to see him officially announce it.

user my girl y/n looked so fucking good today

user i just want him to post her solely because i want more y/n pics

↳ user LOL you’re so real for that

landonorris

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landonorris We so good ❤️

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user THE HAND PLACEMENT

user not tagging her is criminal 😭😭

↳ user girl what’s the point when she’s on private

user When will it be my turn 😩

user LANDO??? OMFG

user TURN IT UP IVE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS ONE 😁😁😁🔊🔊

user omggg i can’t, they’re goals

user Y/N IS SO CUTE

user i luv my parents

[aethelwyneleigh27]

Comfort Headcanons And Scenarios Of Cod Men With Your Kid

Basically CoD characters comforting your kid. (Single parent Reader)

Synopsis: He has a romantic relationship/connection with you (Singleparent!Reader) and he comforts your little one, making you further realize how much he loves and cares about you and your little one.

Characters Included: John Price, Simon "Ghost" Riley, John "Soap" MacTavish, Kyle "Gaz" Garrick, Alejandro Vargas, Rodolfo "Rudy" Parra.

Taglist: @puff0o0 @wishesforyou @simping4konig @blingblong55 @azereus @rustic-guitar-notes @shadofireshinobi @09maruchan @anonymuslydumb @skeletalgoats @icarustypicalfall @ghosts-cyphera @cutenote @connorsui @capuccino192 @miss-gms-and-the-rotten-womb @celestialhole @trepaika @starryylies

This is short but I'm back lovelies! This was originally posted on January 7 however I posted it too early :)) AND YES I KNOW I'VE USED THE PIC IN THE MIDDLE SO MANY TIMES NOW, CAN'T HELP IT IT'S TOO DAD!COD CODED.

That 1k special really took it's time didn't it? Sorry you guys, it needs to cook a little more. I do want to thank you all for how far I've made it despite going through a lot. The messages I've been receiving regarding puff definitely have not gone unappreciated and I hope things take a good turn from here. @blingblong55 has been craving some Dad!Ghost content and even though this doesn't really count for now, this should at least be like a little snack for y'all and her.

Simon "Ghost" Riley

❥ Simon never really considered himself a family man, but damn did that all change when you and your little one made your way into his lives and worm yourselves in his heart.

❥ Whether Simon likes it or not, it breaks him to see your child upset. It could be something small like they're craving a certain kind of food or a scratch on their knees from taking off the training wheels on their bike but Simon was always and I mean always there.

❥ So much so that your little one started calling him something that you didn't even know about till later. Overhearing them as Simon took the initiative to feed her while you finished off some chores. You put the mop down only to hear them talking, you peek into your kitchen..

"Daddy!" Your eyes widened as you heard your little one squeal.

Simon tried his best to deny and dodge your kid calling him their dad, trying to correct them and pass it off as a mistake.

It was taken as an offense and their lips started quivering, their cheeks becoming even more chubby as their lips steadied to a pout. Simon sighed in defeat, patting their little back, trying his best to take back what he said.

Only to have them squeal then call him "dada", "daddy", and "dad" repeatedly while they squish Simon's face between their little hands.

"I love you, dada" It was almost inaudible with how butchered it was but you and Simon knew your little one the most, it was easier for both of you to know what they're trying to communicate even with the words and letters they had difficulty pronouncing.

You saw how Simon teared up, he refuses to cry but no matter what he did, his body was saying otherwise.

He couldn't help himself, he held the little one closer to his chest seemingly hugging them tighter. He kissed the top of their head over and over having his eyes closed, you could've sworn you heard a sniffle if it wasn't for the giggle of your child.

Little thing has him wrapped around their little chubby fingers.

John Price

❥ John was always protective of those put in his care, that being said, when you walked into his life with the little munchkin trailing behind, he became far more of a father figure than he was before.

❥ The more he interacted with the both of you, the more he toyed on the possibility of being with you, being there for them. Something he never thought of having due to risk, a family to call his own.

❥ The aggressive pats on his men = tight hugs from him to your little one after they said they missed him. It wasn't really a surprise to you when your kid starting confiding more to John, being more attach to the man as another parental figure.

John decided for the first time ever to take your kid with him to work, though sure it was just a short visit due to him wanting to finish up something however your child seem to think otherwise.

It was intimidating, huge ceilings, long hallways dreaded to be in no color. Overstimulated to say the least, it was difficult being in a new environment for your child.

Especially all the new people they get to see, "I don't like it here.. it's dark and scary.." It wasn't really dark however it was quite dim. John took initiative and picked them up in his arms, telling them short stories of what they used to do on base.

Slowly, they came to the realization that they were safe there and no one would harm them. Being a shy kid now open to meet their dad's co-workers and second family. (Might as well be their brothers)

John "Soap" MacTavish

❥ Honoring everyone's headcanon of Johnny having a big family, I'd like to think he does, few brothers and sisters and a ton of cousins.

❥ Surely Johnny knows his way around kids, though not liking those ones in family gatherings as much.

❥ Meeting you, Johnny was a little too ecstatic finding out you have a little one of your own. More often the two spent a ridiculous amount of time together, he was living for it, one of his ways to show his love your you and your kid.

Johnny held the bike up, guiding to help your kid as they've been asking him over and over again to teach them ride a bike without training wheels.

After a while he lets go of the bike and it manages to go smoothly until they got distracted and hit a nearby tree. Johnny quickly rushed to them hoping they weren't hurt too bad, he was met with a teary eyed child covering their knee.

"It's alright, it's a wee wound. Nothing on my big strong kiddo right?" To Johnny's surprise, it worked. They wiped their tears away, putting their arms in the air, signaling Johnny to carry them.

You got them patched up in a bandaid and a kiss on their knee from you then back it was spending time with Johnny instead indoors this time around. (Little thing made Johnny kiss the boo-boo too, how could he deny such a sweet request <3)

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick

❥ We've established this before but Kyle is extremely good with kids without even trying, so having this man in your life makes it feel like it's easy most times.

❥ Even if Kyle didn't come from a big family or have any experience with children except for the ones he rescued a while back, he's a natural. Giving the kid space to explore their little curiosities if it's safe enough.

❥ Seeing your child having a panic attack was a lot harder for him than it was back when he had to comfort kids he rescued from being hostages..

Kyle woke up to the sounds of heavy and shaky breathing, not to mention something or rather someone pulling on his clothes. He opened his eyes to find his little light teary eyed.

"Shhh, it's going to be alright.. you're safe here with me" Kyle whispered, after immediately pulling the kid to his chest for a snug embrace.

Still with the hyperventilating, the only solution Kyle found was to distract them and to help regulate their breathing back to normal, slowly turning their attention to something else.

"Thank you, dad" was whispered with a yawn. Kyle's eyes almost bulged out of their sockets, before he could talk to them again, he looked at the child who was fast asleep in his arms.

Alejandro Vargas

❥ Alejandro seemed fine around kids, finds them entertaining for the most part since children were never really something he planned on having but he was open for when the opportunity presented itself.

❥ He only ever was learning along the way and was it such a pleasure to do so along with loving you, having said that he's been doing better lately.

❥ Safe to say your sick toddler was in good hands..

Soft cooing with coughs is all Alejandro heard all day, he felt bad about the little one suffering even though it was something small, it's difficult for them to even crawl or move on their own.

You found yourself not being able to comfort your baby, no matter how much you tried to, they won't stop crying.

Luckily, Alejandro was willing to lend a helping hand. He managed to calm their little temper down and rocked them to sleep.

You walked in on him cradling them to sleep, muttering and whispering Spanish to the little one, laughing quietly to himself while he admires their peaceful state.

Rodolfo "Rudy" Parra

❥ Rudy has always wanted children, he used to watch while the children in Las Almas played together in the streets. One of the things he wished to protect about the city.

❥ Then he was given the opportunity to have that kind of family by you. It's almost like his prayers were answered, at any given moment he could lose you and your kid, whether that'd be through danger or an end to you relationship.

❥ What this sweet man wasn't aware of was that he wasn't the only one terrified of losing his family..

Rudy walked into your home hoping to find your kid somewhere in the living room, he thought it was alarming seeing that they weren't in their usual spot playing.

He was about to knock in their bedroom door when the door creaked, giving him a small peek. Soft sniffles, hiccups and hands in their eyes.

"Mija/Mijo, what's wrong?" he asked, he thought it might've been a quarrel between friends or some mean person at school.

"Are you really leaving.. forever..?" They asked, it tugged on Rudy's heart, although some part of him feels so amazing, it was an accomplishment to be cared for by his child.

"Of course not, I promise I'll come back home just for you. And when I do, we'll get to spend even more time together than we have before" The way your little one's eye's light up made Rudy forever sealed to you, he wants this, nothing more and he'll never ask for anything else.

Everything is worth the risk if it was with you if he gets to make you and them happy, anything it'll take..

Honestly, same..

[settache]

IT'LL BE OK | Older brother!Sett x FemReader.

Word Count : 2,383.

Tags : NSFW! Dark content! semi-inc*st, loss of innocence (virgin reader), unprotected sex, romantic sex, guilt, mind break, coercion.

You had just received a message from someone who wasn't in your contacts. In between those messages, was a picture of your boyfriend kissing another girl, the kiss seemed intense and passionate, almost vulgar. You could even see his hands grabbing everything he could of her body in a desperate way, as if he didn't have you to do those things, he never even tried to touch you like that, guess he just didn't liked you in that way.

Your vision started to get blurry trying to hold the tears, good thing you were at home right now. All you could do was to call your older brother, Sett. As soon as you called he responded.

"How is my pretty girl doing, did you forgot something?" He greeted your call so affectionate as always, he was currently running errands for stuff that you two needed in the house.

"Can you come back home? Please...Quick" you managed to say in a breaking voice. "Something wrong princess?" He asked in a soft voice, he noticed right away you were trying to hide your crying and he got worried immediately. "I'll tell you when you get home" you replied and hanged up the call after that.

He has known you for so long, of course he was going to notice something was wrong; Despite not being exactly blood related, you two grew up together and share something stronger than just a siblings bond. Even though he is always switching up nicknames to show his affection towards you, he always manages to call you his little sister every now and then, kind of like a reminder, that you are like the little sister he never actually had. He grew up as a single child for quite a while, after his father left, and having to help his mother he had so much to bear from a young age, after knowing you, you became his escape and the thing he adored the most; he knew he wanted to protect you and to have you by his side for his entire life.

He arrived back home quick; he knocked slightly on the door trying to not disturb you but only to let you know he's there. You opened the door and hugged him tight as soon as you saw him, not able to hold it in anymore you began to cry in his arms. "Heeyy, easy... Did you missed me that much? I won't be going anywhere you know?" He teased in a hushed tone trying to make you laugh as he was caressing your head, playing with your hair. "Care to tell me what happened princess?" His voice was so soft and gentle that even just hearing him was so comforting already. You walked into your room where your phone was, you didn't really felt like talking, every time you opened your mouth you could only cry and cry; so you just showed him your phone. You both sat in the bed in silence for a while, he placed your phone to the side after watching the pic you got in your messages.

"I'm so sorry princess, you know—" He struggled to find the right words for you right now. "I tried to warn you he was no good for you—" he managed to say while looking at you completely worried, he was trying really hard to comfort you. "Was I that stupid Sett?" You cried looking back at him with puffy eyes, your gaze was already looking tired, as if you were crying for hours now. It was breaking him to see you like this. The thing he adored the most was aching in front of him, all he wanted was take that pain away from you and help you forget all of this; but he never got a way with words. "Nonono— it wasn't your fault." He responded immediately while caressing the sides of your face; his mind was trailing off thinking of any type of way he could comfort you in this situation.

"What i mean is, he didn't deserve you" Sett let out a sight as he said this, he was really struggling finding the right words for you. “I know exactly what you want, what you need, what you deserve. I should be the one taking care of you, always.” his words came out without thinking, straight from the deepest places of his heart, his breathing hitched by the end of his sentence, scared of how those words might have came out.

You were too oblivious to actually know what he meant by that, thinking “oh he’s just being a good big brother as always, supportive and caring”. You felt so grateful to have him by your side at that moment, you hugged him tight, not wanting to let go, catching him by surprise, your bodies were dangerously close, so close.

Your brother got self conscious about his mind too quickly, about the forbidden thoughts about you that his mind has been carrying for years, growing bigger by every passing day getting harder and harder to just brush away.

Ever lasting love, admiration and desire, all building up from these years that you two grew up side by side. Sett parted from the hug without thinking, scared that if he felt your touch for a bit more he might want even more. “M’ sorry—” his eyes wandered around your room, the whole place emanated innocence, your pastel walls, your decorations, your bed filled with plushies, even your scent. The weight of the situation was finally hitting him hard, this wasn’t supposed to be, he is supposed to protect you; You looked broken, exhausted, in need of comfort, he didn’t want to take advantage of your vulnerability, but this whole situation just was so hard for him already.

"Please, let your big brother take care of everything now, let me take good care of you...Please— I promise— I'm the only one who can— i’m the only one who knows how to treat you properly…" he pleaded in a hushed tone, almost as if he didn’t wanted you to hear, yet he sounded so desperate for your answer, for anything, even if it was a harsh no. He didn't want to keep hiding his feelings; Not now that he had the chance, a chance that he might never get again, he couldn’t bare to imagine you going to another man again. He was staring at you in pure adoration and without thinking, he kissed the corner of your mouth, it was a brief and tender kiss; You could tell he was unsure about his actions by the way of his movements, he was careful to see your reactions.

You weren't saying yes, but you weren’t pushing him away and by doing nothing you were allowing him anyway; You didn’t catch the fact that he was confessing his love for you; Sett has pushed his sick and twisted love into you for so many years that you just think that this is all normal and that he is just looking after his little sister, you know how much he adores and cares for you, it’s just natural for him to be like this, right?

Still hesitant, as if he was giving you a last warning, a last chance to go back on this, he stared at you, waiting for a sign of anything, literally anything that could save the both of you from this; The moonlight crossing your window was resting on your face, giving your lips such a tempting glow, he took a good look at you for a second, taking in every inch of this moment, making sure he would never forget this no matter what happens next.

“Can i?” He asked softly while caressing your bottom lip with his thumb acting like a teenager experiencing love for the first time. You only nodded in response and that was all he needed to finally feel the weight of his forbidden feelings lighten as you were willing to share the guilt with him.

He began to slowly savour the taste of your lips, taking his time enjoying the moment he fantasized for years to have. His heart was pounding so hard in his chest he could almost feel it ringing in his ears. “You taste so much better than what i could have imagined” Sett broke the kiss briefly just to say that, one of his hands was grabbing the back of your head while the other traveled up and down slowly from your back giving your body support. He wanted this moment to last as much as it could, but he waited for so long, Sett was really trying his best to hold back and be gentle with you. His kisses began to travel from your lips down to your neck, you could feel his hot panting on your neck, the tingling sensation making your entire body to shiver and squirm under him.

Sett pulled back for a moment as he looked into your eyes, as if seeking permission to go further. The warmth in his eyes melted your heart, you were sure nobody could ever love you like he does. "You can trust me, i’ll take care of you— just like always" he whispered as he pushed you to lay down, your back hitting the soft pillows His voice was soft, Sett was offering reassurances you know you needed, and you could never say no to him.

You simply nodded, giving him the green light he needed to continue knowing now there is no going back. His hands began to slowly remove your clothing, Sett was so gentle, so careful, as if he was afraid he might break you. "I've always wanted this" he confessed as he admired every inch of your body under him, his voice barely a whisper. "I've always wanted you" His confession sent a jolt through your body, igniting a flame that had been dormant for so long.

Guilt, fear and a tint of regret. This was wrong, so wrong, yet you haven’t felt this desired ever in your entire life.

Sett just couldn’t wait anymore, he needed to ease the aching desire that has been building up for years; As he moved slowly within you, Sett pressed his already dripping cock against your entrance, you only hissed at the feeling of him stretching your walls for the first time, and oh what a better man to do that than the one who loves you the most. “Does it hurt princess?” Sett asked in almost a cocky way of course he knew this was your first time, he knows everything about you, even what you don’t want him to know. He was taking pride in the fact that he was the one to be your first time; Each thrust was filled with a love and passion that left you breathless, you never imagined you could felt this good, the intimacy of the moment was so overwhelming, your brother was fucking every last drop of righteousness left in your body, you didn’t care about the fact that you were his little sister all that you could think about was feeling him.

You both were lost in the moment, all the pent-up longing and affection he had for you over the years was finally being expressed, physically and emotionally. Every touch, every whisper of his was filled with care, as if he was savoring every second he was with you. The room was filled with soft whispers, muffled groans, and the sound of skin meeting skin. The entire atmosphere was filled with raw and intense emotions. His hands were tender on your skin, tracing every curve, every edge, as if he was trying to memorize every single detail of you. His kisses were soft yet passionate, leaving a trail from your lips down to your neck, collarbone, and lower.

Sett's eyes never left yours, staring at you with such adoration and intensity, you could see the love and longing in his eyes, a look that was reserved only for you. There was a sense of comfort and security in his arms, a feeling of being loved and cherished. For the first time in a long time, you felt truly wanted, truly loved.

You wrapped your arms around him, pulling him closer, wanting to feel more of him. Your fingers tangled in his hair, tugging lightly, making him groan slightly. His pace started to quicken, his thrusts becoming more desperate, more needful. The pleasure was building up, you could swear that you feel him hitting all the way up to your abdomen. “Sett!” you cried out his name, too much, this was too much for your body to handle, your walls began to tighten around his length and he knew what this meant, Sett began to trace circles in your clit with his thumb “Come on, i know you can take it good sis” he cooed as he helped you reach your own release.

The sounds of your moans and his low grunts filled the room. You were to absorbed in your own mind that you didn’t even noticed the warm liquid dripping from your insides. "I love you" he managed to whisper as he laid besides you, his voice husky and filled with emotion. "I've always loved you" Sett's arms were still wrapped around you, his fingers gently tracing lazy circles on your skin. You felt too exhausted to reply back, you could feel his heart beating against your chest, a comforting rhythm that lured you into a peaceful slumber.

You knew things would be different after this. You knew there would be questions, doubts, and maybe even regrets. But for now, you just wanted to enjoy this moment, this feeling of being loved by him. Because at the end of the day, he was still your older brother, Sett. The one who always looked after you, the one who always protected you, the one who loved you more than anything else.

You wanted nothing more than to stay in his arms forever.

[judgementdaysunshine]

Uniform

For @romanthereigns

Pairing: Roman Reigns x Fem reader

Description: You and Roman have a hard time keeping your eyes off each other while in uniform

Pic credits to @romanthereigns

After booking a suspect and putting him in a cell you grab a quick cup of coffee jumping as you walk outside when a hand lightly smacks your ass turning to see Roman as he walks in the station. After answering a few calls you were fixing to go on patrol around town when roman jogs to you "Hey come on patrol with me the chief knows" you smile before the two of you were patrolling around the neighborhood in his car occasionally stealing glances at each other in your uniforms unable to control the heat that flooded through you as patrol went on taking a break for lunch finishing right before you jump out of the car helping a lost child and a woman from getting jumped fixing your slightly wrinkled uniform as you get back in the car sipping on your water catching your breath feeling a chill run through you at roman lightly running his finger on the side of your neck "Roman we're on patrol" he chuckles before driving back to the station doing paperwork and speaking to the chief before you both clocked out feeling your heart lose control when roman places his hand on your thigh moving to your inner thigh on the drive home using one hand to unbutton the two top buttons of your uniform until the two of you walk into the house whimpering at him latching onto your neck before untucking and unbuttoning your shirt placing your and his own belt on the table before taking you upstairs sharing heated kisses in between your shirt being thrown off his following a bit later on stripping down between kisses and hands roaming everywhere until you were laying down with one of his arms over your hips with his hair strung everywhere while he ate you out but despite being naked before he puts your uniform shirt back on you. After putting his back on he was slowly thrusting in you holding one of your hands while the other roamed underneath the shirt whimpering and crying at the pleasure almost quietly screaming once you both finally came and were spent showering before you were in his larger shirt tucked warmly in his arms waking up the next morning throwing on his uniform shirt while making breakfast making his mind short circuit sharing a sweet kiss and breakfast before getting a call quickly dressing in uniform before running out the door to the station to clock in and start the neverending day together.

[la-hannya]

Man, If this ain't like Sunrise's last ditch effort to fuck over Inukag's love child again I dunno what is. Everytime this thing drops on the TL you can find more stupidity with it from even one pic .

(Pedosawa still has credits in the manga version even if they be acting like he doesn't exist after all the problems, and it's all "just Shiina". When this is his original script after all and Shiina is adapting it with "his ideas" so he clearly ain't just small talking to RT).

Cause ok, what do you mean that Moroha, the child that's quarter dog demon, that acts more like a dog than her cousins and has spiritual powers like mother can't see a dog kami spirit too?

Or is it because the Sessh side of the family via Sessmom has the "diViNe PrOVIDenCe" cause Toga was just like some general yokai?

ACTUALLY, that's probably it in this doujin cause that's exactly what the Crescent moon on Akuru's big ass ugly forehead implies LMAO. Yes, cardboardmaru is descended from this weird looking child like kami. Lol once again

I swear more evidence that as much as they cry or Shiina says she "supervises" it seems Rumiko doesn't really look at it at all. There's just not any real writing consistency or research the further you analyze this thing. NOT that Rumiko didn't ass pull, she admitted that a couple of times, and you can find it in Furinkan. (But at least the original series wasn't randomly nonsensical as THIS)

Like why also does a Japanese Kami speak in "Egyptian hieroglyphics" instead of something like the very early/ancient Japanese runic writing system of "Woshite" or to better ask... Why would they even put that to represent a language in feudal era Japan that characters don't understand? 😅😂

It's like when they tried to LUMP "Akuma" (western demons/devils) and "Yōkai" in the anime version of this thing, when one Google search will tell you they're completely different beings from eachother despite similarities, PLUS putting freaking Christianity too by talking about the fruit and showing King freaking Solomon. Wat.

"But it's fiction :B" yes, but said fiction had an original series to keep consistency to access right there and they can't even do that right. Shit is a glorified DOUJIN. Bye. Rant over.

[leggerefiore]

How would warden Ingo react to seeing a pic of baby Erin then? Would Ingo start crying or feeling immense guilt for leaving his son behind?

u guys love torturing one (1) old man

Ingo stared at the device in silence. Many pictures of him were hidden away, a few of his twin, too. He felt amazed to see the life he could not recollect, despite his numerous attempts to do just that. They still refused to stir up anything in his head, yet just being able to observe them gave him a strange sense of peace. He was a person with a history; a history he could learn, and maybe one day finally recall on his own.

He scrolled to more recent pictures and was greeted by a strange image. A baby wrapped in a dark blanket, staring at the camera with big confused eyes. Small grey tufts danced on their head as they laid in what must have been their crib. He froze. It… It could have been anyone's baby, but as he continued to scroll, he found more and more. He saw the him he could not recall holding the baby with a small smile playing on his lips. There was nothing but pure adoration in those eyes of his.

He wanted to convince himself that it was his twin's kid, yet more pictures kept disproving it. A baby. He had a baby.

His heart felt like it would shatter again. This little infant he couldn't even recall the name of haunted him horribly. You rushed over when you saw his distress and looked at the photos before freezing. Looking at the ground, you turned away from him. Ingo swallowed the knot in his throat.

“... Who… Who is this?” His eyes felt like they were watering. What kind of father forgets their child? His child would assuredly hate him…

“Our… our son, Erin,” you offered softly, “I'm sure Emmet and Elesa are watching after him while we're not there.”

“... Erin,” the name left his lips and he tried to recall anything about his son. Nothing. Nothing at all. He felt mortified. Could he have truly been the man gazed so lovingly at him? He stared at the photos longer.

You softly laid a hand on his back. “We'll get back,” you reassured him, “I know… I know it's hard, but we will return back to our time.” Ingo nodded quietly, lost in his own thoughts.

In the end, he decided to let it drive the flames to return rather than let it break him down further.

[imeternallylove]

Gemma Strange - S.Strange

Stephen Strange x Reader (request)

genre: fluff

word: approx 600

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Being married to the wizard was difficult, but not as difficult as having a child. This week, you awoke to the sound of little Gemma Strange, sobbing loudly. God, it happens again. You groaned and walked up to the baby cot, reaching for your dear.

"Don't cry, my dear. You're hurting mummy's heart." When you started taking your Gemma, she stopped crying and rambled while pinching your ear like her new toy. You carried her back and forth, forming a rhythm to the song.

You gently bounce her up and down as you proceed through the sanctuary, the storage for occult artefacts room, the kitchen, your Stephen's library, and finally the living room area.

"Starlight, star bright... the first star I see tonight..." You lulled your sweetheart to rest with your kisses that never left her forehead, singing in a classic tone. You grinned as she closed her eyes, bowed her neck into your shoulder, laid her head on your shoulder, and snored.

You walked into the living room without thinking, switched on a light, and moved over to the couch, where you sat. Gamma was curled on your chest, and the blanket was pulled down from behind you.

When she fell asleep, your eyelids started to droop, and the two of you slipped off to sleep.

Strange entered the sanctuary, softly opening and closing the entrance. After seeing the light on the wall, he assumed you were awake. His thick expression fuses into a great grin just when he watches the two most important things in his life sleep together. "Y/N, sweetheart?"

He couldn't help but grin when he saw his brave wife and little lovely Gemma fast asleep on the couch. As his baby started crying, he rushed over to pick her up, but his cloak was speedier, and he approached his master’s baby just in time, holding her and floating over him.

Stephen stared at his daughter, whose eyes were as stunning as her mom's. He kissed his wife on one cheek before taking Gemma from the cloak, leading her into the kitchen to get a warm bottle of his wife's breast milk. "You really giving your mum a hard time, kiddo?" He smiled just to make Strange's junior laugh, a toddler giggle.

She opened her mouth and made very little noise. The sorcerer fed his daughter, burped her, and then helped her lie down before placing her in the cot. His lips brushed against her tip nose, gently. Stephen finger directs his buddy, a cloak of levitation, to keep an eye on and protect his daughter. But, once again, he faster, the fabric was rolled up, entwined around the baby, making her bedtime more comfy.

He stepped back into the living room and pulled you up, the unexpected change causing you to flinch into your husband's embrace. "Steph-" you choke before you could complete his full name, burying your head into his neck and his nose softly touching your hair.

Your Stephen chuckle, you imitate exactly what your child does, he says with a grin "Yes, baby. It's me."

"I missed you." You murmured as felt the softening of the mattress carrying you instead Stephen, your body clings to it anyway.

Stephen kissed your lips and proceeded to shut the door. When he returned, he stripped and climbed in next to you. "I missed you too, love."

"I- me. Love yo.." You murmured again at a word that was stuck in your throat and back to a nice sleep.

Strange chuckled, drew you in while looking at his Gemma’s cot, then turned back and stared at his wife. His lips pecked on your temple, eventually closed his eyes, pleased with how his life had turned out despite the chaos of being a superhero.

[littlemissidontcare]

Can someone tell me about the Ellie drama? I’m quite new here😂 // Ellie is Will’s wife Alissa’s childhood best friend. W&A set her up with Seb sometime closer to the summer of 2018. It was going relatively good and pretty lowkey (tho her friends were trying to expose them left and right) and she wasn’t really hated (a lot of people actually really seemed to like her, especially on twitter) until a week before he was supposed to be at the comic con in Brazil. Someone claimed to have been friends with one of Ellie’s close aussie friends and stated that they have access to that friend’s phone and screenshots of their private messages and facebook comments which shine an extremely bad light on Ellie, exposing her as racist, cultural appropriating and downright mean person. Nobody believed that shit at the time, so the person sent a screenshot of a private convo between Ellie and that aussie friend to one of the most active Seb gossip blogs at the time as a proof of their words. In that message Ellie’s friend said that she and her bf are coming to NYC in a few days and asked Ellie if they could all hang out, to which Ellie responded that she can’t because she’ll be flying to Brazil with Sebastian. Again, at the time nobody believed that screenshot and thought it was a fake convo. So that person decided to just leak everything online using ig account made for that purpose. They leaked Ellie’s private Facebook pics in which she was seen appropriating Indian and Asian cultures, leaked her facebook comments in which she used the N-word and told someone to kill themselves. They also leaked ig dms between Ellie and that aussie friend in which Ellie made fun of a little child laughing and calling that child “ugly”. And they leaked that convo about going to Brazil as well. At the time many thought it was all fake and even tried to stop this private info from spreading. It was thought of as being fake up until Ellie did show up in Brazil with Sebastian. And all hell broke loose. But even then some people weren’t convinced that all those racist and rude comments were real and thought that it was all made up by that same gossip blog that received that info in the first place. But then it was actually discovered that the person who leaked those screenshots was in fact that aussie friend. She forgot to cover her profile pic and nobody in the fandom knew that person prior to that discovery so no one would’ve been able to even fake something like that using that friend’s private pic from her private ig and facebook accounts. Not to mention that that convo about Brazil trip contained private names that no one knew but once all was discovered turned out to be true. So Ellie got doxxed by her own friend for reasons unknown. Or perhaps that anon person was telling the truth about being friends with that friend and getting access to her private accounts. Who knows now. To this day there are some people who doubt those screenshots were real but there’s just no way they aren’t. Ellie spent the whole first night in Brazil deleting stuff from her FB account, deleting comments calling her out off of her ig and even called up Alissa and a few other of her friends because those quickly closed their FB accounts and also deleted a bunch of things. Her aussie crew was something else... racist, transphobic, fat shaming, slut shaming, making fun of diseases, using slurs - you name it. Even Alissa’s sister that still kept going despite being called out multiple times. Anyhow, Ellie seemed to have gone back to Oz the next day while Seb was at the actual convention. There were rumors that he and Ellie had a fight late at night and someone claimed to have seen him helping her get her bags to the car and then later seeing him with red eyes like he had been crying. All rumors tho, nothing that could be confirmed 100%. But after that, he was never seen with Ellie again, didn’t visit her in Oz, spent the holidays in the states with his friends etc. that’s the Ellie drama summary. Sorry if it’s a long read 😬

[nei-ning]

I was listening one pick a card video and I fell asleep during it.

In the dream I was in this small city / village mix, in the middle of rural forest. I met this thin young woman who had long milk chocolate colored hair. She was spiritual teacher. She took me to a little tour around this place, telling me a lot about spirituality. She had a book too where she read for me as we walked. All those people were there because they had come to learn spirituality, to grow as humans and souls.

I don't remember all her words anymore because she spoke A LOT, nonstop, but they were something like: "You are strong. You are here to learn and grow. Be gentle and patient with yourself, don't rush. You WILL grow. You WILL change." and so on. Very deep, warm, assuring and touching sentences, each of them.

Then my sister came there too, replacing this teacher since she had to go to check on kindergarten kids. My sister had white big book and she opened it. On the page was maybe 20 tarot cards what you could flip around. She flipped first one to me, which was middle card from lowest line. On the card was iglu, snow and 2 of 3 penguins with a word "Strength". So again I was told that I am strong. Sis also mentioned Virgo which is my main sign. She kept reading spiritual wisdom sentences from the book and I started to feel like crying. I followed her around, holding back my tears thinking: "I can't cry. I have to stay strong."

Eventually, at the small forest road which came to this kindergarten's yard, I gave in. I laid down on my left side, facing the forest, letting my tears pour out, thinking: "It's okay to cry. It's a sign of being strong."

As I laid there crying, some kids started to walk past me from my behind since they were going home from kindergarten. First child was wearing a back pack with huge print of Raphael from 1987 TMNT cartoon. Raphael, despite of being a fictional character, has always been a good sign to me. A sign that all is and will be well. After all he IS the protector.

So I laid there crying now even more, feeling... Weird in a good way. I was truly starting to believe and realize I can do it. I can change and grow. I am worthy. I will make it (because I've been stressing it so much that I, somehow, will screw my spiritual growth up). I am strong. It is okay to cry etc. As I kept realizing these things, even more kids walked past me, ALL of them wearing a back pack with Raphael's pic on it!

Then I woke up with tears in my eyes, hearing this reader's lovely calming voice from the video as the video ended. I often watch their videos when I'm having issues to fall asleep.

Ps. At one point in the dream, while heading to kindergarten, I went too close to the forest. Black cloud was rising on the sky behind this pundle of 4-5 trees. No other trees too near them. That cloud looked like a mix of thunder and pyroclastic cloud. On the side of the cloud extended another part of this cloud, forming a neck and face with no features like nose, cheeks etc. However, it had light blue, misty but bright eyes and a mouth which was in a grin, slightly open too with few sharp teeth. I knew this cloud monster, very cartoonist, would grab me and toss me in his mouth, I ending up in another dimension or something. I rushed away from there.

[uwuwriting]

Baby's first vaccine

Anon asked: Hello! idk what to call you, sorry for that. Are you open for request? If you open, can I request for suna, kuroo, oikawa or anyone you want other than those three reaction to their babies get a vaccinations. yk how babies need to get their vaccine after they were born right or maybe when they were like a toddler (kind of like 6-14 months I guess. idk) . I wanna know their reactions, whether they will cry, upset or just normal when their babies got a shot. maybe perhaps add their mother in your headcanon reaction too. Hehe thank you!

Characters: timeskip! Oikawa Tooru, Suna Rintaro, Kuroo Tetsuro

authors.note: This is the req I was talking about I just find it so cute aaaa also I need to stop procrastinating and end up writing at 3 am. I need to get my sleeping schedule in check ASAP. Enjoy <3

TW: MENTIONS OF NEEDLES

OIKAWA Tooru, world renowned volleyball player and member of the argentina olympics volleyball team is bawling his eyes out on the pediatrician’s bed while holding your 6 and a half month old daughter. It is your baby’s first vaccine, of course both of you are scared and concerned about your little girl’s reaction but Tooru isn’t handling it well at all. He had begun sniffling even from before heading in, treating the chubby baby in his arms as if these were her final moments. Your little girl wasn’t even acting concerned when the needle pierced her skin, she was completely calm in her father’s arms holding onto his index finger like she always did when he was hugging her. Things changed however, when Tooru -after the shot was over- decided to open the tear ducts and smother his baby in kisses. “Oh how brave my little Princesa!!! She didn't even shed a tear!” And at that the waterworks began. You don’t know if it was her dad’s own tears, an aftershock of the vaccine or just the drama queen gene she got from your husband but now you have two crying children in your car.

SUNA was calm and collected during the appointment. He sat on the bed with his little boy in his lap, fingers tickling his sides in an attempt to distract him from the needle steadily entering his arm and pressing light kisses on his brunette little head whenever his brows furrowed. The nurse conducting the vaccine called him a trophy dad after he successfully kept his son from crying out. All Suna had to say was that his little boy was just built different. Once back in the car he asked you to drive, opting to sit in the back with his son still in his arms, rubbing small circles on the boy’s back more as a soothing mechanism for him rather than the child. “You okay there, Rin?” You saw him place a few kisses on your son’s brow before lulling him to sleep on his chest. “Just a little shaken up is all, nothing to worry about.” At the next stoplight you couldn’t help yourself from taking a pic through the rearview mirror.

KUROO is an interesting case. He is completely calm, daring even to subtly boast about his wife to the doctor who was too busy scribbling down the name of the vaccine to care about your husband’s shenanigans. He holds your daughter gently, letting her play with his tie while the nurse gets everything ready and even starts talking with her despite her only responses being baby gibberish. And you think that everything is going to go smoothly; your baby rarely cries even when she falls on her butt during play time so getting a shot won’t be that bad. You’re wrong. Kuroo blanches when the needle comes into view, jerking his knee in the process. His stress soon is picked up from your little girl who looks up at her father with scrunched up brows reaching out with her little hand to touch his face. He simply kisses her chubby palm before bracing both himself and her for the upcoming vaccine. The moment she begins to cry -and the needle is out of course- he is up bouncing her in his arms and kissing her cheeks saying what a good girl she was for the nice ladies. He manages to calm her down fairly quickly but then needs to take a second to calm himself as well. Almost faints for a moment.

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you saved me- park seonghwa

seonghwa x reader - one shot !

word count: 2k

genre: fluff, meet-cute

synopsis: a busy and cold winter day leads you to a (very close) brush with death. but a stranger seems to be in just the right place at just the right time...

warnings: mentions of loneliness, near car accident (nothing too serious)

a/n: 

me as i open tumblr with the intent of actually posting for once: god i need to go post something so i feel less bad about being alive

so, anyways. first seonghwa fic- which is really just a long drabble. i always knew i wanted a seonghwa meet-cute, and this idea just seemed to suit him... please remember that this is for entertainment purposes only, though, so be respectful! (also, ^^^THIS genre of seonghwa pic, with the grainy filter and the tan...bruh...)

 anyways, i hope you enjoy, and as always- thank you for reading :)

- - -

your breath comes out in short, angry puffs, which you can see reflected in the cold afternoon air. the temperature in seoul is absolutely freezing, and you are not dressed for it. when you had left for work this morning, (in your standard sweater + jeans combo) you clearly were not anticipating that the sky would dump snow all day long. you long desperately for your warm winter coat.

so now, here you are: jogging, but only as quickly as you feel is safe in this weather. your condo is only a few blocks down- hence why you had walked in the first place, and why you hadn’t brought cash to pay for a bus. but god, the cold is just piercing.

the streets are practically empty, because of the terrible weather. so, at the very least, you are spared the embarrassment of having to waddle awkwardly on the ice in front of others.

but, to add to the stress- your day had seriously not gone as planned.

 when you first took it, you thought that the simple receptionist job would be easy- and doubly so with the convenient location. but these past few weeks were proving you wrong, today especially. while being distracted by coworkers, you accidentally put an important client on a somewhat permanent hold, and ruined a potential sale. as if that wasn’t enough, the next call you routed to a completely different office by mistake, earning you a strict talking to by the supervisor. 

so, to put it plainly: you were tired, annoyed, and cold. so. freaking. cold.

heaving a sigh, you continue your jog/waddle towards your street corner, which is two intersections away. faintly, you can hear a city bus approaching, the one that always stops near your work building. from where you are standing, the bus will be driving perpendicular to you, and you cock your head in thought. you don’t need the shuttle itself, since you live so close, but you wonder how close the bus is now...

feeling a sudden burst of energy, you speed up a bit, challenging yourself to beat the bus to the empty corner, even though you know it won’t stop there. this is something you do often- set up little games for yourself. it’s mostly an attempt to stay busy, but- though you’d never admit it, it helps with the loneliness too. when you race against the clock (say, to make a speedrun to the copy room at work) it almost feels like you are competing against an old friend.

you obviously know that you can’t beat the bus, but the thought itself is entertaining, so you throw caution to the wind. your feet slap the pavement as you run, and you hear yourself laugh a little. the cold air rushing by your cheeks helps distract you from your own thoughts.

you sprint through an empty intersection, and as you approach the final corner- having obviously lost the race to the bus- you begin to slow down a bit. but as you near the end of the sidewalk, (which is parallel to the moving bus, whose hulking body is getting ready to pass you) you feel your previous momentum get the better of you. 

you stumble off of the curb- and right into a vicious patch of ice on the waiting asphalt. 

it happens in slow motion: your feet slide harshly backwards, and you scramble for any traction- but to no avail. you hear yourself cry out as you fall forward, right into the path of the oncoming shuttle.

you slam your eyes shut.

but instead of hitting the ground, or the bus, a sudden weight catches you around your middle and lurches backwards. you scream again, certain you’ve already died.

you hear the sound of the bus honking as it speeds by- the only thing traveling faster than it is your frantic pulse.

you hit the ground hard, with all of your weight on your left shoulder and hip. even so, you start with the relief of knowing the bus didn’t even graze you. 

only after a moment do you realize why it hadn’t.

someone had caught you.

grabbed you from behind, and used their whole body weight to get the two of you to safety. 

you lurch forward, startled. as you turn around, you see him lying on the ground, in the same position you were in just seconds before- and you meet the eyes of the person who’d just saved you. 

it’s a man- a young one. and good god, he’s beautiful, too. the boy on the ground before you is seriously the epitome of korean beauty- large, dark eyes, an open face, and full lips. as soon as he opens his mouth, you wonder at how his teeth could possibly be so perfect.

it takes you a moment of staring before you realize he’s speaking to you. 

“um.” your voice breaks. “what?”

the boy scrambles onto his knees, shuffling towards you. “i asked if you’re alright- are you hurt?” his voice is concerned, and his hands flutter about your face- too wary to touch you, but clearly wanting to.

his eyes are more genuine than you can even take in, and you hesitate at the whole scene- what the hell is happening? did you hit your head?

you stutter, trying to make sense of the situation. the boy leans back on his heels as you finally catch your breath. 

your words are breathy, but deliberate. “you- you saved me.”

the boy tilts his head slightly, the corner of his mouth tugging upwards. “yes, i suppose i did.” a beat passes before he continues. his eyes, though now bordering on playful, still look worried. “you probably shouldn’t be running in this sort of weather.”

you heave a sigh that comes out in a laugh. “yeah, i realize that now.”

your counterpart picks himself up off the ground, brushing off his front. he then extends a hand towards you. you stare at it for a moment, confused. for a moment, he looks down at you intently, waiting. your puzzlement passes, and you blush as you cautiously place your palm in his, allowing him to help you up. 

“i’m seonghwa, by the way. park seonghwa.” the man- no, seonghwa looks down at you, letting his sentence hang.

you clear your throat, feeling a harsh wave of embarrassment at the situation. “um- i’m y/n.”

seonghwa nods at you, taking a step back. his brow is furrowed. “well, y/n-ssi- you didn’t actually tell me if you were hurt or not. do you feel dizzy? nauseous?”

you throw your hands up in protest, not wanting to cause any more distress than you already had. “no, uh- i’m fine, really. maybe a little bruised, but i’m okay. i think it would be a bigger problem if you were hurt...”

you are not exaggerating- you can only imagine the guilt you would feel if he’d been injured. 

seonghwa represses a smile. “i’m alright too. you did startle me, though. thought i was about to witness something pretty terrible...”

at this, you give a surprised chuckle. “yeah, i’m so sorry...you really came out of nowhere, huh? i seriously didn’t even know you were there until i was on the ground!”

this time, it’s his turn to laugh. “yeah, those bus stops provide great cover.”

the two of you settle into a stiff silence, and you can practically hear your heart pounding- both with leftover adrenaline, as well as the sudden nerves that seonghwa was giving you.

“here,” he says, breaking the quiet. “take this.” he shrugs off his long winter coat, and before you can argue, he’s reached over and settled it on your shoulders. the relief is near instantaneous, but you find yourself a bit too tongue-tied to thank him.

you sigh again, determined to get the words out. “oh, god, i really am so sorry about that, um-” you stutter. “i really should thank you, for the coat. but also-” you take a deep breath. “thank you, park seonghwa, for saving my life.”

at this, the man actually blushes. he reaches a hand to rub the back of his neck. “no, really, it was just a gut reaction...”

you shake your head, insistent. “it doesn’t matter. i could have died, but you prevented that. now-” you can feel yourself gaining confidence. “what can i do to repay you?”

seonghwa’s face, which had previously harbored a look of child-like innocence, suddenly turns mischievous. 

you tilt your head, indicating an answer.

his smug smile is full now, chin tilted upwards. “i actually do have a request.”

“okay, shoot.”

“you’ll do anything i ask?”

you frown, narrowing your eyes in an almost flirtatious way. “i suppose i have a few limits...”

to your surprise, seonghwa interrupts you, eyes twinkling. “you’ll repay me- by allowing me to take you out on a date, y/n.”

your mind goes fully blank for a moment. 

...huh?

you blink in shock, not being able to suppress your initial reaction. “wait, come again?”

“will you go on a date with me?”

you stare at him- this terrifyingly beautiful man was asking you on a date? after you’d fully humiliated yourself in front of him? what on earth?

suddenly, before you can even finish the thought, you find yourself nodding. “i suppose i can arrange that.”

seonghwa’s smile is completely smug at this point. “does tonight work?”

you bite your lip, heart pounding despite the chilly weather. your voice comes out in a whisper: “yes, i suppose tonight works.”

seonghwa tries to bury his smile and looks at the ground. “that’s great.” he pauses, allowing his gaze to flit back to you. “do you- i hope this doesn’t sound weird, but do you want me to walk you home?”

you smile, but shake your head. “it’s alright, i live close. here- i’ll give you my number, though.”

you dig through your work satchel for a piece of paper and scribble your phone number on it. when you extend it, he accepts the slip, still trying to suppress his grin.

a beat passes, and the two of you look at each other intently.

and with that, seonghwa reaches down and gently takes your hand, glancing at your face to make sure the action is alright with you. when you don’t pull away, he lifts it up and presses a soft kiss to the top of your hand, holding your gaze the entire time. his lips are cold, an unlikely and romantic nod to the temperature.

you feel your neck and cheeks go red, but you smile in an attempt to seem casual. “thanks again, seonghwa. for helping me.”

“of course.” the man’s eyes are twinkling again. “as grim as it sounds, i’m sort of glad it happened. if it hadn’t, i probably wouldn’t be talking with you right now.”

you smirk in what you hope is a flirtatious manner. 

“well,” he continues. “don’t let me keep you. after all, you’ve got a date to get ready for.”

seonghwa begins to walk away, then turns back. “although,” he calls over his shoulder. “i’m pretty sure the guy you’re meeting with won’t care what you’re wearing. you could probably show up in your pajamas and he’d still think you were gorgeous. just for the record.”

before you could manage an answer, he turns on his heel and strides away- but even from here, you can tell he still has a goofy grin plastered on his face.

heart pounding, you turn and make your way towards your apartment building. 

despite yourself, you also can’t seem to keep the grin off of your face.

[copias-thrall]

How would Mary goore react to hurting someone he genuinely cares about? I absolutely Love your writing!💕

Hello, nonny! Thank you, I love this ask!

This was going to be  alist, but it got away from me! 😅 

Enjoy 😘 

It wasn’t anything big.

Just a few of Mary’s favorite beers (the craft kind—not the shitty beer he drank on his shoestring budget), some of that chronic shit you’d scored and have been saving for a special occasion, and a VHS box set of horror movie classics.

***

Mary comes in and out of your life at will, and that was something you accepted—knowing he was As Is or not at all. And honestly—no, really—you liked that. You had your own shit going on, and being Mary’s expected caregiver was NOT something you wanted to add to that list.

(If someone else wanted to try to tame him and pick up after him, well…kudos to them. Less work for you.)

Mary showed up on your pivotal days and he rubbed your feet and always invited you out to trivia. You'd held him when he was coming down from a bad trip and listened to his grievances and gave him a place to stay when he was persona non grata at his own. And in a way, that made you always feel like #1 in Mary’s world…and that was good enough for you.

***

A few months ago, Mary had been lying on your couch, picking the label off his beer bottle.

“I’m gonna be away for a bit,” he’d said.

“Oh?” you’d responded as you’d mashed the controls on your gaming controller.

“Yeah. I mean, I’ll be around…but I got some shit going on.”

You’d paused your game.

“Bad shit?”

He’d waved you off.

“Neg. Just tryna get myself out there. Signed up for open mics and shit.”

He’d shifted, his long legs receding from around you and folding under him.

“So, like…I got my job at the bowling alley…but nights and weekends are kinda shot.”

You’d tried not to let the disappointment show on your face. You supported Mary’s dreams, and that meant not making an issue that he was finally trying to do something about them.

This wasn’t against you. It was for him.

When you’d taken too long to respond, his face had scrunched.

“But if you want—”

“It’s fine, Mare,” you’d said as you’d made yourself smile. “This is important to you, so it’s important to me.”

You’d unpaused your game.

“Just don’t expect me to not beat this game without you.”

He’d grabbed the controller out of your hands with a snarl, causing you to cry out when you died.

“Fuck the game.” His hand had fisted your shirt. “Give me a night to remember.”

You had. Twice.

***

Mary had texted you occasionally over the next few weeks—a few memes, a few drunken key-smashes, a dick pic, and 2 grainy videos of his performances for critique—but such contact was sporadic, and you’d never seen him in real-time. 

He’d blown in one night, five weeks in, with a box of pizza just as you'd been heading out to meet your crew. When you’d told him you’d made plans, he’d looked so crestfallen that you’d caved and canceled on them.

While he’d been there, he’d given you a date in 3 weeks.

“That Saturday I have nowhere to be,” he’d said as he’d chewed. “I can spend the whole day with you.”

You’d been careful not to seem too eager.

“Oh yeah? Should I plan shit?”

He’d crammed the whole crust into his mouth and had given you a doughy grin.

“Why ’’ya think I told you?”

You didn’t know what you’d expected, but when he’d had to bounce 90min later, you were still surprised. (That was hardly enough time to digest!)

“Sorry,” he’d winced. “I gotta be on a bus in 45min.”

He’d left, and you’d been too embarrassed to join your friends who were only just going to the second bar.

Having fun with your man ;) ? one of your friends had texted.

What do you think? You’d texted back before changing into your pjs and turning on Netflix.

***

So maybe you were low-key excited about your day with Mary.

Perhaps you’d spent those 3 weeks figuring out the perfect date—something that said, “I missed you,” without saying “But in a clingy way.”

Beer and horror were two things the both of you were totally into, and you knew he’d be exhausted, so it seemed perfect. You’d bought the boxed set off of eBay and splurged for expedited shipping; you’d borrowed your brother’s old dual TV/VCR from his college days; and you’d forgone your weekly Chinese takeout for the craft beer funds. (And if things got steamy, well…even better.) 

***

A few days before The Date, you’d run into Mary on the bus. You were coming home from a shift, and he was going to his.

He’d brightened and waved you over—as if you weren’t already on your way—and you’d plopped down beside him with a tired grin. You’d told him of the latest entitled asshole, and he’d showed you another clip of him on guitar.

Before your stop had come up, you’d tentatively placed your hand over his.

“We still on for Saturday?”

He’d blinked at you a few moments before grinning.

“Yeah.”

“Should I plan a whole day for us, then?”

His arm had crept around your shoulders before pulling you into him to kiss your temple.

“Yeah, why not.”

***

That morning, you wake up happy. 

Mary will be over soon.

You roll over and grab your phone.

When should I expect you? :-* 

It takes him an hour to respond. You aren’t surprised—Mary isn’t known for being a morning person—so when your phone dings, you grab it up excitedly.

An excitement that dies when you read his text. And reread. And re-reread.

not 2day 

goin upste 2 show 

You blink.

What show? Didn’t we confirm? 

yeah. got me thinkin 

why no show? 

so i chked 

i missed one 

gotta do it 

Rage blooms hot, then cold behind your eyes and down your cheeks.

But you said we had the whole day. I made plans. 

save em 

ths is impt 2 me 

We’ve had this planned for weeks. 

i thot u suprted me 

on a bus cnt tlk 

You send a few more irate texts, but he doesn’t respond, and you toss your phone across the room with a shout of frustration. You scrub the hot tears from your eyes before they can fall.

And…on paper, Mary isn’t wrong. Nothing you had planned won’t keep: movies, beer, takeout.

But…

It gives you a stark look at what you mean to Mary. He gave you this date and confirmed it. He knew you were making plans.

How long was he going to wait to tell you he wasn’t even in the city anymore?

You fight the urge to kick the VHS tapes across the floor, but you open the fridge and grab a beer. If Queen Elizabeth could have beer for breakfast, then it was good enough for you.

Once you’ve downed all eight, you move on to the jug of vodka you keep for cleaning.

When you empty only liquid from your stomach into the toilet, you grab your frozen fries out of the freezer. You roll a handful of the cold ones in your mouth as you wait for the others to crisp in the oven, and once you’ve consumed the cooked ones, you go right back to the vodka.

***

Opening your eyes the next morning is a mistake, so you take a few deep breaths and go back to sleep.

When you wake again, your heart is fluttering, your stomach turns, and it feels like there’s an ice pick behind one eye. Shuffling slowly, you make your way out to your kitchen where you take some painkillers, drink some pickle juice, and eat two slices of plain bread.

The sense that you did something awful stays with you, but you’re in no condition to find your phone and see what you’ve done. Instead, you go back to bed. It takes more deep breathing to settle yourself, but once you do fall asleep, you’re out for hours.

You don’t feel amazing when you swim to consciousness again, but you feel at least like a human being. 

Your phone is dead when you find it under the sink, and waiting the 5 or so minutes for it to charge feels like waiting to face the executioner.

It’s both better and worse than you expected.

You breathe a sigh of relief to see that there are no vague social media posts, and you didn’t drunk dial any of your friends, but…

The texts to and from Mary are ugly.

Apparently, you’d managed not to send him angry texts until he’d sent you another clip of his performing. But then the floodgates had opened.

You’d started with telling him you didn’t give a shit about the show, how he was an inconsiderate ass, and then you'd devolved into incomprehensible, typo-ridden texts that accused him of using you, that you were only something to do when he didn’t have anything better to do, that he was an entitled man-child and if he didn’t apologize, you were done.

Mary’s texts in response range from him being angry at your disregard, to heated retorts you were blowing this out of proportion (and he didn’t appreciate your “ad hominem” attacks), to a cool detachment that this wasn’t working over text and he’d finish this in person.

You put your head in your hands but are too dehydrated to cry.

***

Mary doesn’t text you again during his self-imposed time frame.

You don’t text him either, but that’s more out of self-preservation than pride. There’s no point exacerbating the situation…and you’re pretty sure there’s no coming back from this, so why speed up the inevitable?

The horror tapes taunt you every time you walk by them, and you wonder if you can return them (you can’t). You give the TV back to your brother, and when he asks you how it went, you plaster a smile on your face and say, “Great!” with forced enthusiasm you hope comes across as genuine.

The primo weed goes over to your friend’s house, and the two of you wax poetic all night about existential claptrap as you devour two cheese pizzas and a bag of bbq chips. You talk about Mary without talking about Mary, and you get a heartfelt, “Sorry, dude.”

You beat the video game anyway, but it’s mostly because you needed something to occupy your mind and less out of spite (though that’s there as well).

***

Despite waiting on tenterhooks to hear anything from Mary, you truly don’t really expect to. You know you’d been atrocious, even if it had been prompted by his careless disregard, and you know Mary isn’t really the kind of guy that troubles himself with relationships that are hard.

Not that you’re in a relationship.

So when there’s a knock on your door a week later and Mary’s behind it, you’re genuinely surprised.

You gape through the peephole in shock.

“Fuck. If you’re there, just let me in, ok?”

Fumbling with the chain, you unlock the door and crack it open.

“Mary?”

“You gonna let me in?” he rasps.

You shrug and step away from the door, and he shuffles inside. He looks around like you’ve changed anything (you haven’t), before turning around to face you.

You close the door and stare back.

He folds his arms. “Breaking up with someone over text is tacky.”

What you think is, So you’ve come to do it in person, but what you say is, “Can’t break up if you’re not together.”

He winces and runs his fingers through his hair. 

“Yeah…apparently I’ve ‘taken advantage' of you.”

This…isn’t what you’re expecting.

“I…what?”

“Can we sit down?”

You nod, and Mary sits rigidly on the edge of your couch. You curl up in the chair on the opposite side.

He rubs his palms down his greasy jeans before he speaks.

“I mean…you pissed me off, ok?”

You nod.

“But, like—you weren’t wrong, ok? I kinda knew that deep down, but I’m a dumbass, you know?”

You don’t nod.

“And I kinda bitched about the whole thing…but the resounding response was that I was the asshole.”

He angles his body toward you.

“I guess I’ve kinda been treating you like my best friend that I fuck sometimes.”

Your entire face flushes—you’d always thought you’d maybe ranked a little higher than that—and you duck your head so he can’t see the tears that you blink back.

There’s a swish of fabric, and you startle hard when Mary’s hand is at your chin. He jerks back with a Sorry.

“Shit—that’s not what I…” he blows out a breath and puts his hands behind his head before looking back up at you.

“But you aren’t, and…fuck this is harder than I thought.”

So this is it.

Waiting for him to do the deed is clearly going to be excruciating, so you take charge of this whole shit-show.

“I understand,” you say flatly.

“You do?”

“It’s ok, Mare-Mary. It’s my own fault for reading too much into it. I just…I saw what I wanted to see, I guess. I know you don’t need…” you look down into your lap, “…my shit in your life.

He makes a noise low in his throat, and then he’s squatting in front of you, his hot hands planting on your knees.

“But I want your shit in my life.”

You squint your eyes at him.

“But what I said…”

He grasps your hands in his.

“Pissed me off, yeah…cuz I wasn’t fucking thinking, ok? You’re like one of the only people who gives a crap about what’s important to me. And all I could see was you suddenly…not.”

Anger wells up in you again, and you yank away your hands.

“Weeks, Mary…weeks of you all over the tri-state area, and you thought I didn’t care because of one night?! A night you promised to me?”

He sits back on his heels. “I know…fuck. Ok? At the time, it just felt…like the show couldn’t be rescheduled. Our night could.”

Because you’re what he does when he’s bored.

You curl in on yourself.

“Shit.” He leans forward again. “Fuck, I’m sorry, ok? I’m fucking on my knees here.”

You blink at him. 

What? 

“Please, please don’t break—say we’re done.”

“What?”

“Look, we can go into my shitty fucking psychological profile on why I fuck around later…but right now I need you to know that I knew it was you before I fucking knew it was you.”

You uncurl.

“That…’what’ was me?”

He knees forward and presses your hands to his face.

“The one I wanna spend my free time with. The one whose opinion means the most. The one who was the first person I wanted to share all my good shit with. You’re the one I missed, and—after that awful fucking night—everything felt pointless because I knew I couldn’t come over and jam about it.”

“Mare—what are you saying?”

“I’m saying I’m a fucking dumbass. I’m saying I thought I was pissed at you, but I was pissed at myself for fucking it up.” He sighs. “I’m saying no fucking one was on my side and they all told me to get my shit together.”

He looks up at you with wide eyes, and for the first time, you can see how they’re outlined in red, his subtle crow’s feet more pronounced.

“So, you’re not done with me? I’m not…too much trouble?”

He shakes his head in disbelief. “What? Shit, no. I’m asking you to not be done with me. I’ll give you all the nights you want. Fucking text me, and my ass’ll be here posthaste.” He shifts up, and his thumb ghosts over your lips. “Anything to get you to give me that secret smile again.”

“Secret smile?” you ask while trying to perform the action.

Mary actually blushes.

“Uh…yeah. You get this…” he makes a motion across his face, “…when you’re giving it back to me.” His fingers shove back through his hair as he casts his eyes down. “You don’t give it to anyone else.” He rubs the back of his neck. “I’ve made a study of it.”

You’re a swirl of emotions. Mary’s apologized—has admitted he was wrong and has asked for…more—but you’re still hurt. And embarrassed.

But he’s looking up at you with wet, hopeful eyes.

“Do you…” you start carefully, “…do you know why I got so mad?”

That statement was clearly not what he was expecting, and he blinks at you a few times before nodding and looking down at the floor.

“I made a…uh, commitment…to you. And I treated it like it didn’t mean anything.”

He gives you a look like, Did I get it right? and that’s close enough—even if he’s missing some of the nuance.

You nod. “And I know I…wasn’t…the best.”

His face contorts, and your heart sinks.

“You…” he shakes his head. “You said some awful things…some hurtful shit—and it really got in my head.”

Mary gives you a complicated look.

“Shit that you’d been pissed about for a while.” He traces your knee. “Shit you could’ve said to me…but shit I should have noticed. Fuck.” He presses his forehead into your knees, and you can’t stop yourself from sinking your fingers into his hair.

He takes it as encouragement and presses into you before looking up again.

“I just kinda wanna put that whole night behind us. It feels like a fucking ouroboros of fault. And like maybe I created it. But let’s agree to like…not do that again.”

You look down at him, and his eyes search your face.

“Ok…but what does all this mean, Mare? I can’t…I need to be something to you, ok? More than just your friend.”

Mary nods emphatically, and he takes your hand and curls his into it.

“No more fuck-ups, and no one else…can we start there?”

He’s saying all the right words, but you’re still trepidatious—you know Mary, and he doesn’t like constraints.

“I…just…how can I believe you?”

He shakes his head like he can’t believe you even have to ask. He rises and awkwardly reaches out to touch your face before drawing his hand back.

“Cuz you’re important to me. I care about you, and I don’t want to lose you. Ever.”

And yeah. Ok.

[mythiccheroacademia]

—single!parent headcanons

part one

mtha thots: the manga makes me really sad and i think children deserve a childhood so i made this to cope

all characters are 18+

Warnings: it’s long but, other than that, none <3

© 2021 all writing content belongs to mythiccheroacademia. do not repost or modify

Shouto Todoroki: 

truth be told, shouto never wanted children 

he knew how important someone’s childhood meant

shouto honestly couldn’t trust himself not to mess it up :(

so imagine his surprise when he came to fall in love with this little boy, no older than six, he found snooping around a dumpster 

it’s actually kind of funny how they came to be bc shouto was 100% put off by the kid

when they made eye contact, they stared at each other like 

shouto:🧍🏻

the boy: 👁👄👁

shouto again:🧍🏻

before the brat blew him a raspberry and tried to run off 

ofc he caught up to him and, despite the boy’s tantrum, the two went straight to the police

and for some reason, todoroki ended up with him in his condo

the first couple of weeks were terrible 

it seemed like Yuuma hated his guts 

shouto let him have his space and only really pestered him when it was time to do the essentials

at midoriya’s suggestion, he’d try and talk to him about his day or how his therapy sessions went, but it was no use 

the boy would tell him not to worry about it and scurry off 

this happened for some time and honestly, todoroki was at his wit’s end 

until one day, shouto realized that it wasn’t that the child hated him, he just didn’t want to be a burden him

then everything clicked 

mustering up the courage, todoroki one day asked Yuu if he’d like to help him make dinner and the way the kid’s eyes brightened up at the chance to be useful made him a bit sad

but he pushed it away in favor for how the boy blossomed as he showed shouto the right way to stir meat stew and make onion rings

at the end, the red n white hero gave him an honest smile and thanked him for his help

Yuuma looked at him for a long time before bursting into tears 

it was the first time shouto had seen him cry in weeks 

it was also the first time they hugged

from then on, it was almost magical how well they clicked 

the boy was exitable and extroverted, todoroki was quiet and reserved 

they were both stubborn to a fault sometimes and that didn’t bode over well during the few disagreements they had but they brought the best out in each other 

shouto made the kid feel safe and secure, always reminding him that anything he did for him was never burdensome 

Yuuma gave the hero a confidence boost and a chance at another type of love he never knew he wanted 

the first time his son called him dad was when todoroki made the adoption official 

Yuuma shyly asked if it was okay that he called him his father and shouto will not admit to the tears he desperately tried to hide from a teasing midoriya and his siblings (ofc he had them there)

no one knows this but todoroki literally had separation anxiety the first couple of years

his child was just fine being with the babysitter but shouto would spend his work days/nights feeling very tense being away from him 

called/texted the kid all the time, left him encouraging sticky notes in his lunch box, and would hug him for at least 3 min before leaving the house

he’s such a mother hen bye

he’s lucky yuu adores him bc he was lowkey doing a lot LMAO

they have movie nights together and geek over manga like nerds 

yuuma cosplayed as roy mustang once and todoroki has an album of pics from that day alone 

todoroki’s the type to randomly bring his son fruit just because 

yuuma regularly slept in shouto’s bed/futon until around 7th grade

as his son got older, and more popular (w the ladies AND gents hehe) at school, todoroki got a little jealous bc yuuma wanted to spend more time with his friends

he was legit hurt the first time yuu canceled on movie night to go to a sleepover 🥺

todoroki moped over it until midoriya told him to knock it off 💀

it’s a shameful quality of his, but shouto will always lie to get his kid out of the stupid shit he gets himself into only bc yuu plays really funny pranks 

has to keep himself from laughing in front of the principle 

they’re both lowkey mischevious asf 

he’ll scold him later tho so it’s okay, he’s responsible™️

shouto always calls yuu “son”

if he calls him by his full name, he’s either sad or annoyed w him

during family gatherings, yuuma is the star of the show bc of his superb cooking skills

he and fuyumi get along great

and surprisingly enough, bakugo adores the kid even though the same can’t be said for todoroki himself 

yuuma wants to open a restaurant and he’s a little afraid of his father’s reaction

little does he know, shouto is ready to hand over his black card at moment’s notice purrr✨

he’s a really supportive father and he has his hiccups, but todo tries his very best and his son makes him impossibly proud every day 

oh and did i mention they wear matching sweaters?

they’re that kind of family

it’s so cute i could die 

Midoriya Izuku: 

midoriya was born and bred to be a father 

change my mind 

i mean look at that face 

that’s daddy material to me 😌

anyways

midoriya has two girls that are about a year apart

due to the immense pressure of being with the #1 hero and an unwillingness to be a mother, his then girlfriend at the time suddenly left him, signing over all maternal rights to the hero 

it just crushed izuku 

he spent weeks trying to look for her and to make it work 

he wanted his girls to have a two-parent household, but she went radio silent 

it was a difficult adjustment 

but deku is the most ambitious and resiliant person on the planet so he was devoted to giving them the best lif he could 

and ofc he had the support of all his friends and his mother 

but there were a lot of ups and downs

mostly downs in the first year being a single parent

at the time, his youngest wasn’t even one whiles eldest was almost two 

and izuku worked a lot 

being #1 meant he was the country’s go-to whenever something happened and he missed a lot of stuff he’d never get to redo 

like his youngest, Maia’s, first word which was “bunny”

and the first time his oldest, Naomi, went to the bathroom by herself 

and izuku will never forget the day he came to pick his kids up after being on a week long international mission

when he reached out for them, they looked at him as if they didn’t know who he was 

izuku spent the entire night crying in inko’s arms 

the next morning, he only had to deliver some paperwork, but everyone noticed the usually chipper hero’s sour mood and stayed clear from his path

even bakugo and todoroki felt chills when izuku passed by 

it was tough, but deku was determined 

he started taking up night shifts so he could be there for his girls during the day

he’d pick them up from inko’s right after work and spend the day playing with them 

izuku stayed up on a dangerous amount of caffeine and will power

there were days he literally passed out from exhaustion, but it was worth it to see them through their milestones 

when Naomi went to kindergarten, he couldn’t stop buzzing around w excitement

he just adored listening her ramble on about what she learned and that persisted on even as she grew

like, she’s a genius

she was his doppleganger in intellect and resilience

she’s def a daddy’s girl and although she’s not as empathetic as her father, they’re very close 

naomi is an excellent older sister and stepped up early when izuku couldn’t always be there 

maia is izuku’s match in personality

she’s very sweet, a bit more extroverted, and compassionate

but pls don’t get it twisted, that girl gives the fam a run for their money 

she’s got izuku’s righteousness but heightened 100x and with a lot more anger

the girl’s got quite the mean mug and she got hands highkey

they both do tbh (i mean, izuku is their dad...)

the amount of fights naomi’s had to back her up in is ridiculous 😭

they’re two peas in a pod tho so if you mess w one sister, you mess w both ‼️

regardless of all that, izuku wouldn’t change them for anything 

he’s the type to obnoxiously kiss them on their cheeks before school

they’ll take turns doing each other’s hair

izuku gets pigtails that he proudly wears to work 

deku has a private instagram that is so filled with those two, sometimes ppl forget it’s his

he def has a “girl dad” t-shirt

he calls them his angels 🥺

i see him getting a tattoo of their names on his arm or something

they’re all cry babies so when they get into arguments, it doesnt last long

both girls went to UA to be heroes and izuku’s heart just soars with pride every day 

he also cried an obnoxious amount and for some odd reason, kept popping up for “demonstrative purposes”

they had to have a family talk so they could tell him to stop babying them in the kindest way possible 

and by that i mean, naomi said it bluntly and maia did damage control lmao

overall, izuku loves those girls more than life and they love him just the same 

raising them was a rollercoaster, but he’d do it all over again in a heartbeat

Sero Hanta:

another one that just looks like he’d be an amazing father

please have my children sir

sero is one of the few that was actually looking to adopt a kid

he came from a large family and desired connection with a family of his own

he tried a for a while, but it never seemed to happen

until he came about a small girl he met on the off chance of passing by her hospital room when he was getting a quick check up

she was one of the children they saved on a mission and when he saw her curled up on the hospital bed that seemed to swallow her whole, his feet moved on their own

the girl, Keiko, was left injured and an orphan, yet despite her circumstances, she was just a joy to be around 

sero spent the rest of visiting time with her and just knew she was it for him

she was very sick so he’d spend his breaks visiting her at the hospital 

keiko was a huge cellophane fan and it just melted his heart 🥺

she’d have a huge smile on her face, unabashedly showing off her missing front tooth, every time he walked in

they’d spend hours just drawing or talking about their day

when sero shyly brought up the possibility of adopting her, keiko could barely contain herself 

she drew him one of her best pieces as a thank you and sero still has it hanging on his mirror to this day ❤️

keiko’s actually quite the artist so there’s many more up there to keep it company 

the adjustment period went smoother than anticipated

the girl had her moments and hanta was getting used to being a 24/7 parent, but it was like they quickly acted as if they had been blood related their entire lives

they are ride or dies for each other LMAO

they don’t argue

like at all

the worst they ever got was when keiko rushed to help her father on the job when she happened to see him get hurt 

sero yelled at her in panic 

it was so startling that they avoided each other for the time being

but a few hours later, sero went and apologized 

and that was that

keiko had frequent nightmares and sero would sacrfice copious hours of sleep so that he could turn on the projecter and give her a run down about every star in the “sky” before she falls asleep 

he actually bought and named a star after her for her first bday with him

sero pats her head a lot and she hates it

he calls her squirt, sport, kid, and princess if they’re having a soft moment

they have an unholy amount of matching onsies 

the kid was already getting to the stage where she wanted to be independent, but she would let her father pick out her outfits sometimes

only bc he put a lot of effort into doing it 

aka, she caught him crying over cute pintrest pics bc he’s a simp

okay but sero really, isn’t much of a crier, but he’s sentimental asf

every milestone is recorded

every school night, he’s there (she was a good kid, so he all but gloats w pride after every visit w the teachers)

any drawing she makes, he has 

he’ll do anything to be there for his daughter so it really crushed him when he couldn’t go to her high school’s father daughter dance 

sero had a mission he couldnt get out of and he was sorely pissed off about it 

keiko assured her father that it was okay and that it was corny anyways

but he could hear the disappointment in her voice 

he made kirishima go with her anyways bc he didnt want her to miss out on the experience 

and you bet your ass that when she came back home, sero was there in a tux with the living room set up to make it up to her 

it is just as cheesy as you think it is, but they’re cute so who cares 

also the way they both can dance is crazyyyyyy

rhythm isn’t even the word

if there was a competition for best father-daughter dance duo, they would win every time! and i stand by that!

they have at least one viral tiktok dance they did together

sero’s not the emotional type, but the first time keiko had a boyfriend he def made a threat or two to him 

it was actually so scary 

anyways

they’re honestly the cutest duo and everyone on the block agrees

 i love it ❤️

[lorei-writes]

Where a pigeon lays

Mitsuhide x MC Angst Reincarnation AU

Request: Anonymous (???) Prompt:  (???)

Whew. You know, I don’t even know how to describe this. Additional inspiration: Mausoleum by Rafferty

Content Warnings: major character(s) death, blood, hospitals, physical pain, accident, war (suggested)

He attempted to roll onto his side, his body refusing to bend to his will, various machines beeping and buzzing all around. Perhaps… Perhaps it was late, after all. The very evening of his life.

--

It died without his lover

So very odd, it was, the world shutting around him from all sides, darkness growing impenetrable. Mitsuhide almost smiled, thick sweet scent spilling over his tongue – how ironic, for his sense of smell to give him a mirage of taste at a time like that. He groaned, his brow slick from sweat, the droplets spilling over his brows to rush down his face, the scent of iron hanging low in the air.

He could not feel. The smoke did not burn anymore.

Let her be safe, he thought one last thought.

So strange and beautiful

It was before, before the fall and fire that she did not know would even come. Her lover curled against her side, she brushed his hair gently, puffs of air emerging out of his lungs as he breathed steadily, submerged in a deep slumber. Mai watched, completely amused and perhaps even mesmerized – for his face to look so innocent, despite everything he lived through, despite the entire world outside…

Her touch as delicate as the finest silk, she gently stroked his cheek. “Sleep well, you little trouble,” she laughed quietly.

How you gaze upon my bones

The tour guide took another turn, the group following him rapidly flooding the space by the exposition, curious eyes staring at the skeleton displayed at the place it was uncovered in. His pale ember eyes narrowed – perhaps it was the privilege of the tall to see things from afar, yet surely, it ended right at the moment where deciphering words was the task. Absorbed by what could possibly the tablet entail, he strained his sight, strange sort of shivers beginning to dance along the length of his spine. He looked around.

“The presented skeleton appears to have belonged to a woman of high status, as suggested by remains of various objects found at the site of her burial. The interesting thing about her is that, despite it being unusual for the time period her remains date back, she seemed to be wearing a primitive sort of wedding ring…” the tour guide spoke, although his voice faded into silence, the last few words ringing in his ears. The shivers did not stop – not until he noticed the little girl held up by her parents several rows away from him, staring at him intently.

Mistake a tragedy

“I don’t understand you!” her friend exclaimed, putting down her beer a bit too forcefully, the liquid washing against the very rim of the mug. “He was good-looking. He was nice. He was smart. What else could you want?!” “I don’t know,” she groaned in reply, rolling her eyes and leaning away from the table. The back of her chair struck against the railing of the balcony. “I tell you, you’re going to end up alone if you keep on being so pic –”

Thunder-like sound roared through the street below them, prompting them both to stand up and look for the source of the commotion. Motorcycles and then cars – and what vehicles there could be, all donned in white ribbons, flowers and balloons, all roaring their horns until the sound reached the very skies. She held her breath in, the soon-to-be-married couple appearing in sight, seated comfortably in a cabriolet. Her head spun – but just like that, it was all gone. Sitting down heavily in her seat, she poured herself another glass. “Hey… Are you okay?” her friend asked. “Yes, why?” “You’re crying.”

She touched her face, something wet trickling from her eyes.

Since we'd missed eachother by centuries

He attempted to roll onto his side, his body refusing to bend to his will, various machines beeping and buzzing all around. Perhaps… Perhaps it was late, after all. The very evening of his life.

His phone buzzed, a holographic screen appearing before his eyes. His son? He focused his gaze as to pick the call up. “Dad?” his child sobbed. “You’re… You’re a granddad. The hospital just called me, I have a daughter.”

Odd shivers coursing by his spine, the machine replied for him – with an elongated, high screech. A life for life.

Where a pigeon lays

It was his favourite spot, so he climbed there. It was her favourite spot, so she walked up the decaying stairs.

There was little left in this world reminding them of what it used to be, save for those walls and corrupted floors… And perhaps the wind, as it brushed against the holes left after the bombs. It caressed their skin, or much rather – his and hers, always separate until the one time that they met.

She did not notice him, for she watched the pigeon in its nest. He did not notice her, for he was preoccupied with how much distance there was to the ground below them.

Their eyes met – her head spun, her foot slipped, and there she was, falling through the clouds. He? His spine shivered as he jumped, his arms crossing behind her back. “I won’t let you go. Not this time,” he shouted through the wind. “I promise, in another life.”

They crashed. Together, at last.

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[moonlit-imagines]

Headcanons for being Tony Stark’s stepkid

Tony Stark x Potts!child!reader

warnings: alcohol mention

a/n: i rushed these so bad i just wanted to post dhhshsnsna

prompt: y/n is pepper’s kiddo!

it was just you and your mom for a long time

pepper and y/n potts

she couldn’t keep up with you sometimes, too busy dealing with the manchild that was mister anthony edward stark

speaking of—

“uh, who’s this?” -tony, pointing at you

“mr. stark, i am so sorry, the school closed because some kid set fire to the science lab and i didn’t have time to find a sitter—”

“no, it’s fine, no need to apologize. hey, kid, you wanna sit in the boss’s chair? i’ll let you run the company for the day!” *cue you nodding* “sweet, would you mind that, ms. potts?”

“oh? no, not at all” *mouthing* “thank you”

“so, uh, what’s your name? no, don’t tell me: ketchup.”

*giggling* “y/n”

“no way! that was my second guess!”

tony wasn’t used to being around kids

he had no idea that he was actually kind of good around them

despite a few minor hiccups

“you sit in my chair and im gonna spin you around, sound like fun?”

he spun you around WAY too fast and you were diiiiizzy, also you fell off the chair

“don’t tell your mom that we did that. she may be my assistant, but she scares the shit out of me. also, don’t say ‘shit’”

dude he just thought you were a cool kid!!!

“hey, you know, ms. potts, you dont really need to hire a babysitter anymore. y/n’s doing just fine hanging out here”

“how am i not surprised you befriended an actual child?”

she still took him up on his offer, you seemed pretty happy

when your mom worked late, you passed out in tonys office

tony and you had your own little secrets (like falling off the spinning chair), tony showed you around stark tower, and you practically lived there

“i got you a happy meal from mcdonalds!” -tony every day after your school

in all honesty, you weren’t the “popular” kid at school...not even close

but tony made up for it

“y/n! i found this old racecar toy in a box of old stuff, you wanna hold onto it for me?”

you kind of grew up in stark tower tbh? it was pretty cool

and as you grew up, you started to notice more

“mr. tony, do you have a crush on my mom?”

“do i what? no, no, i do—who the hell am i kidding? you caught me”

“called it!”

after that you did everything to try and get them together

when your mom was talking to tony, you would stand behind her and wiggle your eyebrows and just taunt tony endlessly

no! tony cannot remember your mom’s birthday for the life of him! you are his calendar now

“dude, why dont you just ask JARVIS to remind you?”

“i may be a genius, but that doesn’t mean i have common sense”

“wise words, sir” -JARVIS

when tony disappeared for 3 months you were so sad???? like you were not okay at all

no

and when he came back, he literally exited the plane saying “WHERE’S ‘T-POTT??’”

(your wonderful nickname. ‘t’ for ‘tony jr.’ and ‘pott’ for ‘potts’)

“my mom missed you”

“oh, i bet she did”

“you turned my child into you, tony. i will never forgive you for this”

“well, at least y/n was here to fill in for me, huh?”

tony wanted to show you the arc reactor but he was actually afraid of scarring you lmfaoooo

but he did let you in on the iron man secret (he knew you wouldn’t snitch)

and just to make sure:

“if you dont tell anyone, i’ll buy you a car when you turn 16”

“man, that’s like, forever away”

“good, maybe you’ll forget by then”

ur mom kinda maybe sorta found out abt iron man :/ she told you that tony was a bad influence

“mom! no, tony’s cool! he’s like a superhero”

“no, sweetie, he’s a rich guy with issues. we’re leaving”

that didn’t last long

not long at all

and soon they FINALLY got together

“jeez, i thought you two would never stop pining after each other”

“couldnt have done it without my wingman” -tony *fistbump*

“as thanks can i have my own iron man suit?”

“yes.” *pepper glaring at him* “no.”

sooner or later your mom and you moved into tony’s house and you got a really big room!!!!

it was completely decked out

king sized bed, flatscreen tv, mini-fridge, microwave, computer, your own bathroom with a smaller tv, a poster of tony??? (you vandalized it and put it in his workshop), and more!!!

okay you were spoiled

“do you like it here? are you sure i made the right choice?” -pepper

“are you kidding, mom? this is awesome! plus, you’re happy, i’m happy, tony’s happy, i think JARVIS is even happy!”

“i am, mx. potts. simply ecstatic” -JARVIS

pepper was really happy!! it was a pretty cool family

you started giving your school tony’s number if you ever got in trouble, you knew he’d cover for you

“mr. potts, is it?”

“sure��

“your child, y/n, punched another student in the face today. we’re very disappointed in their behavior”

“why’d they punch the kid?”

“well, the other student punched y/n first”

“HAH! thank you for wasting my time. send y/n back to class and call me back if something important comes up”

he literally gave you a high five when you got home

“i gave him a black eye!”

“i couldn’t be more proud. i mean, i dont condone violence, but self defense is a whole other story”

a little help in the workshop, tony asks you to hold the flashlight

“why don’t you get one of your robots to hold this for you?”

“are you kidding me, you’re complaining? we’re having stepdad/stepkid bonding time! and dum-e can’t do anything right, i dont trust him”

youve had a few theme park trips as a family ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

also tony has 100% told you to wait in the car and then left you alone for 2+ hours

“i’m not like a regular dad, im a step-dad. want some beer? you can have a little sip. i’d rather you do it in the house”

your mother actually does love how he actually cares about you!

“y/n is 12% my responsibility” -tony

“tony, you are impossible” -pepper

no avengering for you! pepper said no!!!!!!

disappointed but not surprised

iron man 3: y/n potts is put through the wringer

Text Message to Mr. Tony: bro you better come get your girl, me and happy are watching this other guy flirting with her. he’s showing her pics of his ‘big brain’

Mr. Tony: HE WHAT

Text Message to Mr. Tony: Tony he looks creepy i don’t want him to be my new stepdad do something!!!

anyways ur house kinda blew up and ur mom and you kinda got kidnapped and u were right abt that guy being creepy and thankfully no experiments were done on you but like your mom kinda almost died and her and tony were fine!!! all good in the end

you met mr. col. james rhodes that day

“aw, you’re the kid ive heard so much about” -rhodey

“you mean the coolest kid in the world?check.”

“you cant tell me you aren’t tony’s biological child, good god”

you got to meet the avengers later on too! (you’d already met natasha tho, only briefly)

“i know it can be a little overwhelming, right? meeting all these heros, legends even—” -rhodey

“oh, my god, is that thor? thor!!” -you, leaving rhodey in the dust

literally why does pepper trust you around tony something always goes wrong there were literally robots attacking, you were only at avengers tower bc your mom was busy with the company and she thought you’d be safe with the avengers. the AVENGERS.

“please dont tell your mom that i created a bad robot that tried to kill us. the robot will be the least of our problems” -tony

he made happy pick you up and you had to miss out on FUN and it sucked a lot

“it’s okay, y/n! i’m fun, too!” -happy

then your mom and tony took a break and your life got mega-boring for a while, but they weren’t separated for that long. you try not to think about it. it was brutal

Mr. Tony: Does she miss me?

New Message to Mr. Tony: I think so. Either that or she’s crying and drinking wine in the dark for no reason.

Mr. Tony: Damn it, now I feel bad. I miss her a lot. Oh, also, the Avengers say ‘hi,’ I’m in Germany with some bad news, I’ll explain later if you don’t see it on TV first, and I found you the perfect friend! His name is Peter and I think you’d like the school he goes to, it’s in Midtown. Smart kid school.

New Message to Mr. Tony: I’ll look into it, thanks. Also, I don’t like how those all connect. Please update me asap

watching the news to see several avengers arrested, cap on the run, and more!

“maybe it was good i didn’t fall in with the avengers”

tony and pepper finally got back together and you actually transferred to midtown high! peter and his friend group accepted you quickly, it was great. you and flash unfortunately had the most in common

you’d literally text happy right next to peter and he’d immediately reply to you. it hurt peter’s feelings

Momma: Sweetie! I’m working in the office late, leftovers are in the fridge, hope you have a wonderful day at school! 💕

👉👈the vulture tried to kill you for being tony’s stepkid, tony made peter promise to protect you

“y/n, you gotta stay out of harm’s way. mr. stark gave me an actual mission and it’s terrifying, i have to make sure you stay safe”

legit why the fuck was this old man tryna kill you bro grow up

anyyyywayssss your mom and tony got engaged!!

“wow, i thought the day would never come!!” -you

ppl told you tony isnt your stepdad bc ur mom and him werent married but who tf asked

why is the earth always in fucking danger

you and peter were just vibing on the field trip bus and all the sudden: space donut

“go! i’ll cover for you...FRIDAY, call tony”

“...hi there, little one”

“what the fuck”

“oh, so you see the aliens, too? well, at least im not crazy”

tony stark has left the atmosphere

you and your mom were kinda......not chillin tho

she and you didn’t sleep for a few nights, then ppl just straight up disappeared

plot twist: you survived the snap and your family was lucky to be alive, you even got a little sister who became a big handful!

only bad thing was all your friends dusted and you were pretty lonely

but watching morgan grow up kept you busy

“ahhh, shes so big!”

happy times in bad times

bad times!!!!! bc after five years thanos came back as thanos from like ten years ago. outdated thanos. obsolete thanos.

but you made your first and only appearance in the suit tony actually designed for you many years ago

you should have just stayed home tho bc that fight didnt pass the vibe check

“please dont tell me he...no, no, no, no, no”

you and your mom latched onto each other in tears, tony was one of the best people in your life, he made you and your mom two of the happiest people on earth

best stepdad a kid could ever ask for

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[heyitsmerose]

Ateez reaction to their s/o having an intense phobia (Hyung Line)

Word Count : 2.4k

Genre : Angst

Trigger warning* Mentions of abuse

Mentions of phobias, read with caution in case something triggers you

Hongjoong : 

You hadn’t told Hongjoong about your phobia yet. It wasn’t a phobia as much as it was a trigger, that evoked flashbacks to a dark time in the past. When you were just 15, you got into your first relationship, with someone a year older than you in the same school. Being young and naïve, you thought his overprotectiveness and his controlling nature was love. You often fought, but quickly reconciled and despite it being extremely toxic, you stayed in the relationship, thinking it was love. Then the unthinkable happened, he suddenly got angry once, and hit you, with a belt. It stung and you tried to run, only for him to hit you harder. He apologised the next day, crying, you quickly accepted not realising that you were now trapped in this endless cycle.

You forgot about most of the past however, being in a loving relationship with Hongjoong, you couldn’t have wanted more. You had been dating for over two years now, and you decided to move in together, finally. This meant, you needed to get really comfortable with each other. Hongjoong, didn’t mind, constantly coming out after showers with just a towel around his waist, while you were still a little more shy. It was a normal evening, and you had decided to cuddle up together to spend some time together. You had already changed into a matching robe that you had gotten, one for the each of you. Hongjoong, had just gotten back home from work and was changing. He took off his shirt and you couldn’t help but stare at his chest and stomach in awe, it always amazed you how nonchalant he was about small things that drove you crazy. He noticed you staring and smirked. He walked towards you, and turned around, giving you a show. You just laughed at his childish antics. He went a step further though, and tried to be seductive as a joke, pulling out his belt, quickly from the belt rings, in a sexy way. For you however, this triggered something. You immediately stopped laughing and your eyebrows knitted together. You tried to work out these emotions you thought you had forgotten about. Hongjoong noticed you spacing out, so he decided to come closer to grab your attention again. 

From your perspective however, the way he was holding the belt, walking towards you and had a suggestive smirk on his face (even if it was just a joke) all triggered a flashback, and you immediately flinched, hands flying to your head to cover it.

“NO! please don’t hurt me I’m begging you” You pleaded, your voice muffled by your head being stuffed in your arms shielding yourself. Hongjoong immediately realised something was wrong and stepped back. At this point, forgotten memories had all started coming back and your heart was racing at a million miles per hour, your head full of graphic flashbacks. You started to cry feeling helpless.

“Please, don’t hurt me again” You begged, voice hoarse. Hongjoong was super worried at this point and had abandoned the belt into the furthest corner of the room, walking towards you slowly. He engulfed you in his warm embrace, and didn’t care that he was shirtless. You flinched but recognised his familiar scent and hugged him back.

“Hongjoongie, I’m so sorry, I don’t- my ex- he- I- I was scared” You finally admitted, looking at him in the eyes. You were met with loving eyes staring back at you, and he cupped your cheeks, wiping your tears away. He kissed your nose, shushing you.

“Hey, Y/n, don’t apologise honey, it’s not your fault” he said pulling you closer.

You were thankful that he was so understanding and finally explained your side of the story. Whenever you felt like you couldn’t go on anymore, he just held you and hugged you tight, and you got the strength to continue, after all, you really wanted him to know. After you told him, he made sure to throw out all the belts he owned, no matter how expensive they were, you came first. He offered to accompany you to therapy too.

Seonghwa :

You had one of the most unexplainable phobias ever. Emetophobia, the fear of throwing up. Just the thought of it, was enough to send you into a frenzy, uncontrollably sweating, shaking and feeling nauseous, quite ironically. Being with Seonghwa had it’s perks, you knew that he was a germaphobe himself and you were aware that he would be too embarrassed to admit if he ever threw up, most likely tidying away before you even knew. Problems arose when you felt nauseous. You couldn’t even imagine the thought of someone else throwing up, let alone yourself. The past weekend however, you had been feeling quite nauseous. You had gotten food poisoning, your worst enemy. The doctor had told you to just throw it up whenever possible, to get it out of your system, but that was out of the question, so you simply bared the feeling. In the middle of the night however, it had gotten too much. Your stomach was aching like crazy, you felt so nauseous and bloated, you felt like you could explode, and you felt dizzy from holding it in. You had no option but to just cry. Seonghwa was right next to you, fast asleep, but when he heard your cries, he instantly got up, mom mode on. 

“Hey, hey, hey Y/n?” He asked, his voice husky since he just woke up.

“Seonghwa, go back to sleep please this is nothing” You whispered not trusting your voice.

“No Y/n, there’s obviously something bothering you, I could hear you crying for god’s sake, please just tell me what’s wrong” He said sternly

“I don’t knowww” You said breaking down, crying more while saying every word. At this point Seonghwa had turned on the light and turned to you, cupping your cheeks in his hand.

“I feel terrible, I feel so nauseous and I feel like throwing up, but I can’t and I feel dizzy from holding it in, I don’t know what to do.”

“It’s alright babygirl, just throw it up, and let it out, I’m sure you’ll feeling better. He said rubbing your back.

“No, Seonghwa you don’t understand, I can’t the thought itself...” You said pausing, a chill going down your spine.

“The thought itself is enough to make me feel nervous and disgusting, I can’t bare the thought of it, I don’t know why” He just hummed and picked you up, taking you to the bathroom. You just sat on the floor and cried, feeling terrible. 

Seonghwa then simply looked at you and told you, that the best way to get over your fear would be to expose yourself to it. You freaked out, trying to get up and leave the washroom, only for him to hold you by your hand and hold you in his lap. He then guided you through the entire thing, disregarding how he felt. He sat you in his lap, the both of you facing the toilet bowl. He then held your waist, and asked you if you were ready. You nodded, and he squeezed your stomach. The pain, discomfort and nausea caused you to instantly throw up. Seonghwa told you to close your eyes, and held both his hands over your ears. After it was done. You looked up at him feeling way better and really grateful. 

You brushed your teeth and went to bed feeling way better, not only because you didn’t feel as nauseous as before, but also because now Seonghwa knew about your fear.

Yunho : 

Your fear? Bugs you hated them. It all started after you fell into this berry bush once when you were very young. You came out covered in ants, a few worms, and caterpillars, you felt one crawling into your ear, and ever since have had the worst fear. In fact, for weeks after that happened, you swore you felt a crawling sensation in your ear, and have always been paranoid. Yunho however, did not know of this, and he was about to find out, as you both went to the zoo. He took you to the zoo, as a sweet half year anniversary, and you were all for it. In fact, you hadn’t felt this free in a while. You took pictures with the elephants, the giraffes and even got to play with ostriches. Feeding off of each other’s energy, you decided to stop at one last place. Yunho wanted to take romantic pics at the butterfly sanctuary, as he really loved them. Their colourful, patterned wings were totally up his ally. 

He dragged you into the the enclosed dome, giggling, and you walked in laughing too, not realising where you were going. When you entered, you saw a small green butterfly approach you and instantly you panicked. You subtly ran behind Yunho, but it only followed you and landed on your shoulder. The crawling sensation once again returning to your ears as it had years ago, you quickly shrieked, swatting it away. Yunho flinched and looked at you, only to find you on the ground squatting, covering yourself with your trench coat on top of you, your hands around your knees, into a ball. He quickly realised something was wrong, and guided you out, making sure nothing came your way. The second you got out, you breathed out a sigh of relief. You ran to the nearest bench and buried your head in your hands, trying to regulate your breathing. Yunho rushed over and sat next to you, rubbing your back. You just massaged your head, feeling a little upset that you let your stupid fear ruin your wonderful date. 

“Yunho, I’m sorry I ruined our date.” You said honestly

“PFFTT, ruined? I hate butterflies anyways” He said, trying to lie. You just sighed and shook your head, decided to tell him your story. The entire time, we was smiling like a child and when you asked him why, he simply said it was because he imagined you as a cute little child, and that brought a smile to his face. He also laughed in the middle a few times, imagining you covered in bugs, but you just lightly shoved him, pouting, telling him he was being insensitive. He apologised and you continued with the story. By the end of it, he heard your side and apologised for taking you there. You shrugged it off and decided to head home.

On the way you stopped at a small souvenir shop to get something for yourselves. Guess what you got. Matching, badass, black butterfly earrings. Take that, stupid phobia.

Yeosang :

You had possibly one of the most abnormal yet scary fears, men. Although it sounds weird, your biggest fear in life was men. You were a survivor though. Result of a sexually abusive step-father and a boyfriend in uni that stalked and controlled your every move, you had become conscious around who you spent your time with and who you associated yourself with. In fact, it took you a total of 4 years after your last abusive relationship, for you to finally meet Yeosang and begin dating. Not being a touchy, feely person himself, he didn’t often initiate skin ship and you were grateful. A few months into your relationship, he started slowly showing affection though. For example, every now and then, he’d subtly sneak his hand round your waist. Most of the time though, you slyly moved away, and he usually never noticed. He also starting kissing your forehead, and you let it slide, thinking it was genuinely cute. You hadn’t yet reached the level of comfort to make-out though.

He only found out about your fear when he introduced you to the rest of the boys however. This was the first time you were going to the dorms, where he stayed, but you didn’t realise he lived with others, 7 others specifically. The second the door opened and he walked through it, you heard a lout of yelling, chatting and background noise. The voices all sounded like male voices. Your memories were coming back to you, and you couldn’t get it out of your head. You tried walking through the door, but it felt as if your feet were stuck in place. Yeosang realised you hadn’t come in yet, so he want back out, intertwined your fingers, and walked through the front door with you. You kept your head down not wanting to look at any of them or make eye contact. The second you felt their voices coming closer, and huddling around you and Yeosang, you instinctively moved closer to him, hugging his side, nails digging into his shirt. He looked down at you and you shook your head. He looked at the others with a confused face, and no one knew what to do. Enough was enough however, you decided to finally fight your fears and look at them. When you did however, your world came crashing down. The blue haired boy’s face transformed into your ex boyfriends, while the taller one’s turned into your dad’s. Tears started collect in in your eyes, and you started to breathe heavy. 

Feeling you shake and hearing your whimpers, Yeosang looked down at you, only to see you looking into Hongjoong’s eyes, and then Yunho’s. Tears fell nonstop from your eyes, and the rest of the members looked confused. Yeosang yelled at all of them to go back to their rooms, away from you for a bit, and they obliged, getting away from you. You were still shaking however as Yeosang took your hands in his.

“Babe what’s wrongg” He asked cooing at you. 

“I-” You choked, unable to finish your sentence

“I don’t have a good past with um guys, they, this- my- step dad, he” You cut yourself off with a string of sobs. Yeosang patted your shoulder and you flinched.

“I’m sorry Y/n... I didn’t mean to...You know I would never hurt you right?” He explained feeling guilty. You just nodded and told him it was not his fault. He took you to his room and locked it, for hours you spoke about your fears and your past, and he listened to all of it. It was safe to say, he was way more considerate in the future, and gradually introduced you to the boys after you felt comfortable.