I don't know who needs to hear this, but
YOU DO NOT NEED TO START A NEW HOBBY!
STEP AWAY FROM THE TEXTILES!
YOU DON'T NEED MORE YARN!
THAT FABRIC IS NOT CALLING TO YOU! LEAVE IT ALONE!
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This is literally mean older!rafe who refers to himself as Daddy and makes sensitive!reader sit on his lap because she’s a restless crybaby who needs his attention 24/7 or else her pouting and whining is going to piss him off even if he can't help but get hard whenever she cries.
“Just stay still and pretty right there, yeah?” He murmurs into her ear when she rests her head on his shoulder and wraps her smaller arms around his firm abdomen as he goes over some business contracts.
He’d harshly smack her ass whenever she’d so much as wriggle her hips on top of him, which makes her jump and let out a faint whimper every single time.
“What did I just tell you? Don’t wanna make Daddy upset with you, do you?” He scolds her when she tries to adjust her position once more because she's aching at this point.
“No! No! Sorry, I just…”
“You just what?” His question comes off as mocking.
“You’re being mean,” she frowns.
“I’m being mean? Even if I’m letting you sit in my lap and voluntarily listening to your annoying whining? You don’t see me complainig, do you? Why don’t you go to the bedroom and sit there alone then, hm?" His words are coarse; her eyes turning watery at the notion of him being mad at her.
“No, that’s not what I meant…don’t wanna be alone,” her voice is muffled against his neck as she sniffles.
"Why are you crying?" His tone is patronizing, yet the calloused fingertips smoothing through her hair tender.
"Cause I made you upset," her forlorn mumbling makes him soften some as he lets out a deep sigh at the thought of her teary eyes dampening his shirt.
"You wanna make me feel better?" He questions with an almost gentle rasp.
"Mhm," she eagerly nods against the side of his head and tightens her hold around him.
“Why don’t you shut that dumb mouth then and stop moving around so much and let Daddy focus, yeah?”
And finally she listens, not daring to shift an inch anymore, even if she can feel the obvious bulge in his pants pressing against her puffy clit and making her soak through her panties as her cunt throbs at the prospect of him rewarding her later for being good…
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random headcannon:
When Annabeth came to camp and found she could read Ancient Greek without the burdens of dyslexia, she was thrilled. Until she found out it was impossible to found books in Ancient Greek. So, when Chiron heard her talking about a book she wanted to read, he’d spend days translating it for her. She’d always find the book laid neatly on her pillow with no clue where it came from, but the sneaking suspicion it was Papa Chiron.
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The Fall of the House of Usher is many things and I'm making a conscious choice to not scream about every single one of them rn, but what left me staring at a wall in tears is just... kindness. Death was kind. She gave every choice, every reason to stop. She would take these kids anyway but she also regretted having to take them like that. She cared when nobody else would, even though they kept making the wrong choices.
She's never cruel for cruelty's sake. She wasn't cruel to Lenore. She just sent a child to sleep as lovingly as she could, with kind words and kinder touch.
And I don't even know how to express the absolute heartbreak with blinding warmth among the cracks, when Death herself kneels before one man, worst man, honest man, who refused her offer – and thanks him with such respect.
Mike Flanagan, you fucking did it again. Carla Gugino, you... I don't even have words for you. That's a whole-ass masterpiece of human soul, meaning, and searching right there.
Kiss Death with kindness in the end
And when she parts
You part as friends
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