#please mom and dad can you just give him an army so he can be on his way?

[pttucker]

Yup, the match-making system of had definitely lost a lot of its marbles, hadn't it? Before the face of the third candidate could appear, I summoned up all my courage and shouted out. "No, hang on a minute! I don't have any thoughts of marriage yet!" The Judge lowered his head as if he wanted to apologise and backed off. [If the esteemed Prince isn't ready yet, then the introduction of the next candidate can be delayed until the next time…] [Hmm… I wonder who'll be able to tame this stubborn Prince of ours.]

*SCREAMING*

We all agree on who was about to show up as the third option, right? We all know who it was gonna be? Right?

Oh man, I just about fell out of my chair and rolled around on the floor when the Candidates started to appear. I know everyone in the entire Star Stream seems to love their shipping, Uriel and Persephone in particular, but I WAS NOT PREPARED.

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

Okay, I was maybe a little prepared for some teasing since Persephone loves to tease him about his (so far nonexistent) love life but this whole little matchmaking presentation from a Judge of the Underworld was more than I could have ever imagined. The Judge literally saying that maybe Sangah is out of Dokja's league adakjfldjfskfs.

And let's not forget, we're literally right in the middle of a massive battle that's about to go sideways due to the meddling of a certain archangel. But, you know, priorities.

I swear...what even is this novel? How am I ever gonna explain any of this to anyone?

Oh man, and then after teasing him all this time about Sangah and Joonghyuk (…and then Joonghyuk again…) Persephone just casually drops Bihyung into the conversation.

Bihyung.

Which… not a ship I’ve ever considered... even if they do have a baby together. (Wow, this story is weird isn’t it?)

But, you know what? You do you, Dokja! I support your strange but unique life choices!

(Dokja does not want this. Dokja does not want any of this.)

[luveline]

i am obsessed with your kisses before dinner au, do you think you can maybe write something about what it’s like when the new baby is born or maybe how the older kids reacted to becoming siblings if yk what i mean? absolutely no pressure and ily!!

baby number four comes back from the hospital and steve tries not to cry about it (he fails) | kisses before dinner universe

afab!fem!reader x dad!steve (tw ment labour + pregnancy)

Steve sits down beside you on the couch with Beth in his arms and tries to calm his racing heart. To think your new baby is finally here, right here, safe and healthy and home, makes him want to throw up. He won't, obviously, but if he's a little grey around the gills that's his business. 

Avery sits on your other side quiet as a dormouse. As the oldest, she's experienced this twice before. She can't remember when Bethie came home because she'd been so young herself, and Steve suspects she might not fully remember meeting Dove for the first time either, but she remembers to be quiet and gentle, and that's all she really needs to do. 

Steve had wanted to bring them to the hospital to see you as soon as the baby was born, but Robin, rightfully, encouraged him to wait. He agrees now, because after labour you hadn't looked yourself. You'd been tired and sick. "You're having the next one," you'd joked. He had laughed until he cried, emotional from seeing you screaming and sweaty, his hand reduced to mush. Steve had been beside himself. He loves his girls, but he doesn't love how they came into the world. Seeing you that way… he can't regret getting you pregnant, not when he has all these beautiful babies, but he feels something similar. He feels better now that you're home.

"Tada," Steve whispers in Beth's ear. "There's your baby sister." 

"Another one?" you'd asked when you found out the gender, defeated but not really. You'll love whatever you're given. He loves that about you, and he feels the same. "Steve, come on." 

"It's not my fault!" he'd insisted. 

"She's really small," Bethie whispers back. 

"You don't have to whisper, sweetheart," you say, your face flopped against the couch cushions. You're still sapped. "She has to get used to all your voices." 

Bethie stands on Steve's leg and holds onto your shoulder. He grabs her waist in case she takes a spill, letting her peer down into your arms at the face of her new sister. Her lips part. 

"I think," Steve says, squeezing gently, "we finally have another one who looks like mommy and you." 

"I think so too," Avery says quietly. 

"Yea?" 

"She's got mom's nose." 

"Little," you joke, giving Avery a playful nudge with your elbow. "I think so three." 

You swap. Steve gets to hold his new baby and you make as much room as you can in your lap for the oldest two, wincing when someone's knee jabs your sore stomach. He's about to tell them to climb off of you when you wrap your arms around them, hiding your face in Avery's soft, silky hair. She got nearly everything from Steve, including how much she loves being cuddled, and she melts like butter in the sun at your touch. 

"I missed you, mom," she says. "Please don't have more babies for a while." 

You laugh. You all know Steve wants an army. You also know Steve wants what you want. You could never touch him again and he'd be okay with it, somehow. Safe to say, you won't be having any more babies for a while, if ever again.

"I missed you too. Three days without you is three too many. And don't worry, my love. Me and daddy aren't having anymore for a long, long time." You peek over Avery's shoulder and smile. "I wish we didn't make such pretty ones. Maybe I'd be less tempted."

"That's all you," Steve says. 

Bethie slouches to rest her weight on Steve's arm. God, he'd missed his girls. He'd been hoping your time in the hospital would be quick considering you've had three before, though they've been varying degrees of difficulty, and almost always made you poorly. That hope had been struck down fast, and Steve had just done whatever it was he could do to keep you breathing and smiling. He must be good at it, because four babies and eight years later he can still make you laugh between pushes. 

He's, pardon his language, fucking amazed at what you can do. And he's so in awe of his life, his family, his girls, he finds himself welling up for the tenth time today, the perfect tiny face of your newborn a blur in his eyes. 

Bethie pats his arm as he sniffles. 

"You want a hug?" she asks knowingly. 

"Yeah," he says. "I do. Thanks, baby." 

"I'm not the baby," she says, draping herself over his shoulder. He drops his face against hers and sniffles some more. 

Dove wakes up a little while after that, and when she calls, "Mommy!" from her crib you're thrilled to be able to go get her. You're still kissing her when you reach the bottom of the stairs, your nose sliding over her chubby cheeks as you coo praises at her. 

"I missed you so so much, my love," you say, softly and brightly, affection dripping from every syllable. "Mommy missed you sooooo much. You've been such a good girl for daddy and Aunt Robin, I know you have." You beam at her tiny dimples. She beams back. "You want to meet our lovely new baby?" 

Steve doesn't get too cut up about his family anymore, but he can't imagine his mother ever holding him so tenderly. He thinks she must have, once. Or maybe she didn't. There's no way to know, he only remembers growing up with that spearing sense of loneliness heavy in all his bones. 

Robin, his best friend in the entire world, had absolutely healed him. When he met you, he didn't have to worry about being enough or being too much, he'd just loved you. You'd filled those last cracks, and his daughter's pretty much erased any trace of them. 

He's so lucky. He could cry again, but the tears give him a migraine and he needs to be right as rain for the nights to come. 

You sit down. You smell familiar, and your smile curves under his ear as you drop a kiss against his wane skin. 

"Are you alright, Stevie baby?" you ask softly, one part concerned and three parts fond. You know what he's thinking. 

"I've never been better." He reaches out to comb a rogue strand of hair from Dove's face. "Are you ready to meet your new little sister?" he asks her. 

Dove glares at him. He wouldn't expect anything less. 

[rikis-girl]

Spiderman

Warnings: Harsh words and angst Pairing: Spiderman!Jake x fem!reader Synopsis: You loved Jake and you always will. But is it worth dating Spiderman though?

"Gwen Stacy!!!!!" your mother called for you from downstairs. You almost dropped your polaroid of your beloved boyfriend Jake Parker; brother of the late Peter Parker. Jake had just joined the army of spider people under Miguel and was not too familiar with the spiders but Gwen Stacy, aka ghost spider or spiderwoman.

You rush downstairs to see your mother holding up her phone to take your picture as you twirl in your dress.

"How do I look mom?" "Like a successful science experiment" she replied taking a picture casually and flicking her tears.

The doorbell rings and your super cute golden retriever of a boyfriend stood there with the biggest most excited and nervous smile you've seen anyone sport. "May I come in Mrs.Stacy?"

He notices you standing and posing for the camera and his jaw drops to the ground. "You look....... whoa" he sputters in disbelief as he takes in your fit. "Do I look good Jakey?" you ask. "You look so pretty I'm upset that there are only 3 dimensions I can view you from." His sparkling eyes make your heart stutter.

He gently takes your hand in his as your mom calls you two to take pictures together. He slips his hand around your waist and pulls you closer. "Don't be shy baby." He says before smiling for the picture.

Soon you both are in his second hand car and are making your way to prom. A scream pulls through the school cafeteria and Jake gets into his spider get up instantly.

"Please be safe out there." You tell him; worried that you'll have to face the same Jake who was impaled by the great Doc Oc who he accidentally, indirectly murdered.

"Have I ever not been safe?" He jokes, you give him a stern and worried look conveying how upsetting it is to see the love of your life coming home with all those scratches and wounds.

"Fine, I will stay out of too much trouble" He gives you a chaste kiss before slipping his mask on and swinging into the cafeteria.

Loud clanging sounds are heard from the cafeteria and you hear Jake throwing a few playful quips here and there as you try to guide everyone to safety. "I'M NOT A MONSTER!!!!" a scream echoes through the building. "I know you're not." Jake whispers, trying to calm down the broken soul in front of him. "THEN WHY IS IT THAT NO ONE LOVES ME? NOT MY MOM, NOT MY DAD, NOT MY EX! WHEN WILL I FIND LOVE?? Will you help me?" The girl sobs, breaking down in front of your boyfriend. "Wait what? I mean, you will find love eventually..... But for now you need to love yourself." He reaches his hand out to pull her up from the wall of plants she pulled up with her powers.

Jake suddenly gets himself pulled in by said girl as she traps him in her plant. "Knew you would fall for a poor, unfortunate soul." She says, chuckling darkly. "I TRUSTED YOU FLO!" your betrayed boyfriend shrieks.

"Too bad spidey, now you're all mine" she says and starts walking to him and Jake starts to expect the worst lashing he's had in weeks and closes his eyes for the impact which never came.

In front of his eyes stood his strong and brave girlfriend yanking the hair of Flo; a teen who magically started having super powers related to her favorite superhero: poison Ivy.

"STACY NO GET OUT OF HERE" Jake yells as he tries to free himself off the binds.

"THIS BITCH TRIED TO TAKE MY MAN I AIN'T BACKING DOWN SUPERPOWER OR NOT!!!" You scream vigorously pulling the hair of the deranged female in front of you.

Jake frees himself and brings you to safety and removes his mask.

"WHAT WAS THAT FOR?" He whisper-shouts, mad. "The bitch wanted MY man.... I will have a problem with that" you explained.

Jake just shook his head and pulled his mask on. "STAY. PUT. HERE." He warns sternly as he swings off, leaving you sitting on a rooftop with your feet dangling in the air.

A good 20 minutes pass by when you feel something wrap around your neck. Before you can respond, you loose your vision and consciousness.

The first thing you see after the incident is the ground at least 80 feet below you and a gag around your mouth. Your boyfriend is fighting the crazy plant girl Flo as he keeps checking on you, dangling right above a vat of weird chemicals.

"WELCOME TO MY HOME GWEN STACY, AKA SPIDEY'S WHORE!" Flo screams from some random floor in the building which you were dangling from. You notice plants holding your arms and neck, keeping you from plunging to your death. You look frantically for a way to escape when one of the plants holding your right hand lets go, leaving you dangling by your left hand and your throat.

"THE CHILDREN OR THE LOVE OF YOUR LIFE SPIDEY!" Flo yells as a bus of children are dropped along with you from either sides of the building. "SAVE THE KIDS!" You scream before plunging to your inevitable death. You see you boyfriend rushing to save the kids at your word and you close your eyes accepting fate when you feel something sticking onto your chest as you open your eyes to see your boyfriend's web attached to you. "I can do both, Spider-man always does both."

You were only a few feet above the ground and it was almost too late and you look at your boyfriend one last time with his mask on as a plant attacks him, leaving you to hit the ground as a shooting pain surges through your body and you breathe no more.

You have a dream with Jake and you smiling and holding your grandkids, but you knew all too well that you were gone.

On the other side of the battle field, Jake's watch glows. The words 'Canon intact' flash the screen as he sees Miguel from his peripheral vison. The words Gwen from 65 rung in his head as he fought Flo with tears streaming down his face.

"In every other universe, Gwen Stacy falls for Spider-man.... and in every other universe, it doesn't end well."

A/N; I finally figured how to make this thing work so, made some changes! Hope you like it!!

[themummersfolly]

Nonverbal Art

alt. title: Art Nerd's Origin Story

Anyone else ever wonder why Thrawn's interest in art focuses so heavily on sussing out the backstory of the artist? Yeah.

I have no idea how pediatric therapy works in real life.

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Vurawn doesn’t need a doctor to tell him he’s different.

There’s the whole talking thing, for example. Vurawn doesn’t remember learning to talk, even though he remembers Vurika and Mom says he didn’t start talking until after that. A lot of people still think he can’t talk, apparently, because he doesn’t do it very often. He’s not sure what the point is. He understands just fine, and besides, half the time when he does talk people get mad or start acting funny.

A lot of grownups think that not talking means he doesn’t hear either; even Mom and Dad forget sometimes. He overhears them talking about him. For a long time Mom thought he was stupid. It seemed to make her happy, for some reason. He doesn’t feel stupid; but then, he’s not sure if stupid and smart are things you can feel like. Vurika was smart, and they took her away and Mom was sad. Maybe if he’s stupid, he’ll get to stay and make Mom happy.

The army man said he was smart, when he gave everybody that test-thingy at school. But then he got into a fight with Teni the next day and afterward everybody said he was stupid. At least until the teacher made them stop.

No, he doesn’t need a doctor to tell him he’s weird, but here he is anyway.

He kicks his feet back and forth under the chair while he waits and thinks about the marker set Dad said he’ll get if he’s good for the doctor. He hopes there’s lots of orange markers. Orange is his favorite color right now. At school, there are fourteen different kinds of orange marker in the marker bin; he knows because he counted. First he lined them all up in order, then he put them in groups of markers from the same set and lined those up in order. Or he tried to, before the teacher yelled at him for hogging the orange markers.

He hopes he can be good enough to get the markers. Even when he tries to be good, he always does something wrong without meaning to.

“Kivu’raw’nuru?”

That’s his name. He hops out of his seat and follows Mom into the back office.

He likes going to this doctor, honestly. She never gives him shots or gets mad when he does the thing with his hands to feel better. There are toys, and neat pictures to look at, and lots and lots of markers.

He wanders around the room, looking at the toys while Mom talks to the doctor.

“-test scores are high, but the teacher says he’s behind in his social development. He rarely talks, he never looks me in the eyes-”

Dad thinks Mom wants there to be something wrong with him, at least he said so last night. Vurawn doesn’t know why everyone wants him to look at their eyes; it makes him as uncomfortable as when he has to not fidget.

The grownups finish talking and the doctor comes over to where he is.

“Good morning, Vurawn.”

It takes him a moment, but he remembers there’s something he’s supposed to do when people greet him.

“Hi.”

The doctor asks him questions; he’s supposed to answer with his big kid words, and he does. The doctor is happy, he’s doing it right. Maybe he will get that marker set.

“Vurawn, I’d like you to draw your family for me. Will you do that now, please?”

He’s not sure why she needs him to do that, but then he’s not sure why she asked all those questions, either. He does like to color, though.

It doesn’t take him long to draw everyone who’s important to him. When he’s done, the doctor sits down next to him.

“Tell me about your picture. Who’s that?” She points at the picture that is pretty obviously Mom. One by one, she points to each figure he drew and asks about it. Mom. Dad. Himself. The neighbor’s tooka. Vurika. He doesn’t know why she wants him to talk about them; most of the time when he talks about things he likes, people act like he’s doing something wrong and he doesn't know why. But the doctor lets him talk, so he does. It feels good to talk about things he likes.

When he’s told her all about his drawing, she picks it up and takes it over to Mom. He listens to them talk, and with no one to tell him not to, dumps out the markers and begins sorting them.

“-normal cognitive development for a child his age. But I think part of the issue is he misses his sister.”

That gets Vurawn’s attention. He’s not supposed to talk about Vurika; whenever he does, Mom gets sad and all the other grownups tell him he should be happy she gets to serve the Ascendancy. The doctor keeps talking.

“You see how much detail he put into her portrait; he clearly still remembers her, and remembers her well. Even as young as he was, her removal had a profound effect on him. That might be why he’s having difficulty adjusting socially.”

She can tell all that from his drawing?

“And here- this is your neighbor’s pet. She turns up in a number of drawings he’s done for me, so she’s clearly an important figure in his life. He may benefit from a therapy animal. If you can’t have one where you live, there are programs you can sign him up for-”

Every time he talks about Flower the Tooka, people look at him like he’s crazy! But the doctor had looked at his picture and understood immediately. Is that the secret? Can he really get people to understand him by drawing pictures for them?

And if it works that way, maybe it works the other way around, too. Maybe if he looks at pictures other people draw, they’ll seem less weird. Maybe the world makes sense if you draw it.

It’s like he’s spent his whole life in a dark, scary hallway, and suddenly, someone in a room nearby turns on a light. He decides to move toward it.

“Mom, I’d like you to draw a picture for me. Will you do that for me now, please?”

He’s been good all day, not just at the doctor. When Dad comes home, he has the marker set in hand, and the first thing Vurawn does is take it over to Mom.

She looks surprised, and he’s not sure she’ll go along with it. But then she takes the markers and flimsi and starts drawing. To keep himself busy, Vurawn picks up the pieces of the gadget she was working on and starts arranging them in order. They’re all very different, and it’s hard to figure out what order they should go in. Vurawn likes puzzles like this.

He’s just figured out where the big shiny piece should go when Mom slaps a marker down hard, puts her face into her hands, and starts shaking. Vurawn jumps. At first he thinks she’s mad at him for playing with her project. Then he sees that she’s crying.

“I’m sorry, Vurawn- it’s ok. I just can’t. You’re ok.” She doesn’t look up from her hands. Vurawn stands on his chair to look across the table at what she’s drawn.

It’s a grownup kind of drawing, much more complicated than his sensible stick figures. The face that stares out from the page is that of a little girl, about his age. It’s unfinished; Mom put the marker down before she colored it in.

“I’m sorry I got upset, Vurawn, I don’t know why I did that.” Mom wipes her eyes. Vurawn is still looking at the picture.

“It’s cause you miss Vurika.”

Mom freezes. He’s not sure if that means she understands, so he tries again.

“You’re sad cause Vurika had to go away. You’re scared that I might have to go away, too. But if I’m stupid, I get to stay with you, cause stupid people don’t have to serve the Ascen’a’cy.” He frowns at the tabletop, choosing his next words. “I can be stupid for you, Mom.”

He expects her to be happy at the offer, but instead she starts crying even harder. Vurawn feels the panic start to well up in his chest. He’s done something wrong again. Mom is upset, and Dad will be mad, and he doesn’t know how to fix it because he doesn’t even know what he did wrong-

Mom leans over and scoops him up in a hug.

“You’re not stupid, you’re a brilliant, brilliant little boy. I love you so much!” Her tears are getting his shirt wet, and now they’re both crying. “Don’t ever let anyone tell you you’re stupid! I just- I just want what’s best for you, even if you have to go away. My brilliant little boy!” She takes his face in her hands and makes him look at her. “If they chose you- I need you to remember. I love you so much, I’m so proud of you, and I don’t want you to ever look back.”

Vurawn doesn’t understand, but he nods his head because Mom needs him to. Then he leans into her shoulder and cries.

[via-rant]

Just a post to give appreciation to all the underappreciated characters in my fav medias rn! (And more opinions on HOO)

Hazel Levesque:

- Y'all need to stop saying how she's "harmless" like yes she's sweet and loves everyone, I agree, (I mean she literally gave up Elysium so her mom wouldn't go to the fields of punishment) but that doesn't mean she wouldn't hurt a fucking fly! She is VERY powerful! Like killed a Giant by herself at THIRTEEN powerful!!

Frank Zhang:

- Same thing for him actually!! And he's actually not as sweet! He definitely is but that's because he tries to be!! He is actually so angry all the time!! I mean your dad having his personality crisis inside your head 24/7??? Hell yeah I'd be mad too!!

- Also the amount of times he expressed how uncomfortable that transition was!! It was more uncomfortable than before!! Like fat Frank for the win please!!

- But you guys have the same problem with him as Hazel!! He WOULD hurt a fly!! He took down an entire army by his damn self!!!

Jason Grace:

- OH GOD MY MAN!! He's so.... sad!! And just doesn't know what's happening 24/7, why was he ever appointed leader after his memory got wiped???

- A little side note: Can you guys just STOP COMPARING HIM TO PERCY!!! Can you stop comparing ANY of them to Percy??? Like it'd be about any other character besides Annabeth and y'all will be like "But what about Percy?" MAKE YOUR OWN CONTENT ABOUT HIM!! Like I love him very much, don't get me wrong, but dear fucking GOD stop making EVERYTHING about him!!!

Grover Underwood:

- *Crying, sobbing, throwing up* He needs so much more loooove!!! I'm SO surprised how little Percy mentioned him in HOO and then literally EVERYONE forgot about him and was like "LOL Jasons his bff now." NO!! Him and GOVER are best friends!! They literally have an empathy link!!!

The other parents besides Sally:

. I cannot exress how little I see of the other parents! Like I barely see pictures of Esperanza, and Emily, and Maria, and Marie and when I do it's like from AGES ago and they're so innacurate it's insane!! Not to mention Tristan and Fredrick!!

- PLEASE I need more content of them, please!!!

REYNA AVILA RAMIREZ ARELLANO:

- I love her, I love her, I lover her, I lover her!! My Aroace QUEEN!!! The best leader of ALL time!! She actually helped me through SO MUCH!!! Her entire character just helped me figure it out!! She just like me fr!!

- She understood everything I was going through when I was figuring it out and I love her so much!! She deserves all the love!!! I want to give her such a big hug, she deserves it!!!

THALIA GRACE!!!!

- Literally one of my biggest childhood crushes!! And we got so LITTLE of her!!

- Can we talk about how she lost her brother TWICE??? Like I can't IMAGINE that!!! I know they barely had ANY time but jeez louise they very much still loved each other and it was so heartbreaking hearing her story only for her to lose him again!! I don't know my little siblings very well but I'd actually die if one of them did!! I love them SO much!!

[rose-pearls]

You can't lose someone you never had - Part 2

So happy that some of you liked the story, I'm not sure where this is going but I have an idea.

Summary: three years later you received a letter from someone you never thought would send you a letter, it might make you rethink some choices.

Part 1 - Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Final Part

I don’t know if you’ll receive this letter, but I hope that you safely arrived at your apartment, your mother told me on the phone it had a big balcony so you could sit on it when it was warmer. You always loved to do that when you were little.

The Dagger squad has been made into an official team and they started training. They are all shaken up since you left, we all are. 

We didn’t get to talk after what you said on the carrier, I would like it if we could. Please call me,

Dad,

Ice

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It has been a month since you left, I managed to convince your father to give me your address. It is absolute chaos here ever since you and Lucy are gone. 

I know we ended things on bad terms, but I do miss you. I said some unforgivable things, but I thought I was protecting you. 

Please call me so we can talk about it.

Phoenix

Natasha

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“Sweetheart? It’s dad. I don’t even know if I can still call myself that after everything that happened.” – a deep breath can be heard – “I just, I can’t stop thinking about what you said on that carrier after the accident, that you hadn’t asked to be born and – it – it still shakes me to my core to hear you say that. I know I haven’t been the best father to you but you are my daughter and nothing will ever make me happier than the day you were born, I’m sorry I never told you that.” – a sob can be heard and another voice – “I know I don’t deserve your forgiveness, I do, but I want to see you again, even if it’s just for a few minutes. We all miss you; I miss you. Please come back.” 

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You had ignored every postcard you received and every voice mail that came in, it had been three years, but the hurt was still fresh.  You could still feel Lucy’s body on yours, her lifeless body under your touch. The memories of all those moments without your dad and him choosing Bradley were still too overwhelming, just like the memories with Natasha. 

Three years ago, you had moved to Florida, close to your mother and you had found a small apartment close to the coffee shop that you worked in. It was owned by veterans, and they had quickly seen that you had been in the Army, or well the Navy. You didn’t know how your dad got your address and you probably would’ve known it if you had read his letters, but you couldn’t. 

The night was still young, but you felt tired, after working and having a short night of sleep due to the nightmares. You entered your apartment and saw your mother sitting there on your couch. After taking of your coat and shoes you went to sit next to her, she had something in her hands, a letter.

��What do you have there? A wedding invitation?”, she had a sad smile and shook her head, judging by her sad look, it was a letter from your dad.

“If it is a letter from him, I don’t need to know about it mom.”, she let out a sigh and you went to your kitchen to make some tea.

“It’s not from him, although maybe you should read some of his last letters.”, you scoffed and heard her sigh again.

“I don’t need to read his letters; in fact, I would enjoy it if he stopped sending them. He can’t suddenly decide to be in my life again after 23 years of basically ignoring me.”, she had an understanding look in her eyes as you gave her the tea.

“I know it’s hard after everything, but this letter might be important. It’s from Maverick.”, you furrowed your brows at the name, he was your father’s husband and your instructor at Top Gun, but he had never tried to contact you. You take the letter and after kissing your forehead and telling you that she will see you later she leaves your apartment leaving you with the letter.

It looks like a standard letter, but your curiosity takes the win as you open the letter to see what is written on it.

You are probably wondering why I am writing this letter to you as we haven’t really spoken before and after the uranium mission, but I thought you might want to know this.

Your dad has tried to reach you and I know you have very right not to answer him after everything but there is something that you should know.

Ice has been feeling sick for some time, like something is in his throat and we hadn’t though that it was something we should worry about until it stayed for a few weeks. We went to a doctor and they; they told us it was throat cancer. 

I know I don’t have any rights to tell you to come back here and be with us, but I know Ice would love to have you here. We don’t know if he’ll survive the rounds of chemo, these might be his last months.

You are always welcome in our house and stay over.

Kind regards,

Maverick

You didn’t know when the tears started falling but you squeezed your eyes shut, trying to stop it because you had cried far too much these last hours. Maverick’s letter was still in your hands, and you didn’t know what to do. It was either ignore this and go back to your life like it never happened or go back to them. You knew deep down that even after everything you couldn’t not go, even if you tried you couldn’t ignore the fear that you felt at the word ‘cancer’.

After a few hours you had called your mother and explained the situation, trying not to break down on the phone as she told you to stay strong and called your boss to tell her you would be taking some time from work to go be with your family. Plane ticket in hand and you were ready to leave the life that you had been living for the past few years to go back to a place you never thought you would be going back.

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It was early in the morning as Ice and Maverick heard the doorbell and Ice ignored Maverick’s attempt at telling him to sit down as he went to open the door. He didn’t know who he should be expecting when he opened the door, it was probably Bradley or someone from the Dagger squad. As he opened the door, he certainly didn’t expect to find his daughter there with a suitcase.

“Hi dad.”

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[khaleesiofalicante]

ACROSS THE SPIDERVERSE IS ON NETFLIX

also rwrb au snippy please pleaseplease please pleaseeeee

It's Diwali dani please

It's not available in my region yet 😭 (but yall know I'm gonna watch it every day once it's out there hehe)

A snippy from one of their many late-night phone conversations...

“You’re in the tabloids again.”

“When am I not?” Max scoffs, pouring milk into his cereal, like a normal person. 

His phone pings and Max checks his messages to find a link from David. He reads the headline and scoffs louder this time. 

MAX LIGHTWOOD-BANE SHOCKER: America's First Son Goes Daddylicious!  – Who's the Mystery Mom?

“I see one of these at least once a month,” Max informs as he pours honey into his cereal. 

“You’ve been busy, I see,” David hums from the other end. 

“Jealous I’m getting more action than you?” Max asks with a grin. 

He can literally feel David’s eye-rolling all the way across the Pacific Ocean. “Your parents don’t mind?”

“I don’t think so,” Max shrugs as he gets settled on the couch and turns down the volume of the TV. “My dad probably has a big meeting coming up. The press is just trying to stir drama so they can distract people from real issues. You know, sometimes the White House releases our own rumours when we need to distract people. Last term when everyone was criticizing my dad's decision about the whole North Korea thing, the White House released a rumour that I'm joining the army.”

“Does it bother you?” David asks him. “That both sides are using you like that?”

“No,” Max replies after giving it some thought. No one’s ever asked him that before. “If it’s not me, then it’s Rafael. I’d rather it be me.”

David is quiet for a moment. 

Max clears his throat. “If it wasn’t clear, I like the attention.”

“Yes, that has been abundantly clear,” David chuckles. “Still, news like this can’t be good for your anxiety.”

Right. Max forgot he kind of blabbered about that to the other man. He really needs to stop bearing out his soul in the middle of the night. Practice some goddamn self-control! 

Thankfully, David signed the NDA. So, it’s not like he’s gonna tell anyone else about it. 

“My anxiety is fine,” Max reassures, more confidently than he’d like. "Shit like this doesn't faze me at all."

“So, you’re not worried that you’ve gotten some pool girl pregnant?” David asks curiously.

“I can’t get anyone pregnant, actually,” Max says before he can help himself. So much for self-control. “It’s, uh, it’s a medical thing.”

David is quiet again. 

Max checks the phone to see if the call is still connected. 

He wonders if David’s confused or if he’s just looking for the right response. It’s usually the second thing with David. He’s always so careful with his words. Maybe Max should get some lessons from him. 

“I’m sorry to hear that, Max,” David says gently and eventually.

“Meh, my babies were gonna be too hot to handle anyway,” Max says with a mouthful of cereal so his voice doesn’t sound weird and wobbly. “How about you, your majesty? Everything working alright down there?”

David coughs at that. “Yes. It’s all fine.”

“I bet it is,” Max snickers. “You probably have a dozen fucking doctors hovering over your junk to make sure all the family jewels are intact.”

“You vocabulary, as always, is a wonder to behold.”

“Am I wrong though?”

“Not exactly,” David replies after a moment. “Producing an heir is part of the job description after all.”

“Yikes.”

“Indeed.”

[nancedrcw]

Fort Hardy

prompt: nace week, 15 years in the future

sypnosis: Nancy is used to coming home to chaos everyday. So, when her daughter can storming down the stairs calling for her, she wasn’t all that surprised.

Nancy and Ace were used to walking into their home and being met with chaos. In fact, it was so common sometimes when Nancy would come home from work late and be met with silence, she would become highly concerned. 

Thankfully though, today she unlocked her front door to her 13-year-old daughter, storming down the staircase. “Mom, your husband has gone insane.” 

“Don’t you mean your father?” Not even phased, Nancy handed Noa the take-out bags, taking off her own satchel and placing it on the hook next to her coat. 

“He has taken over the kitchen. It’s like a war scene in there, an apocalypse.” 

“Baby, don’t you think you’re being a little dramatic?” She smiled slightly at her daughter’s flair for the dramatics, something she inherited from her Aunt Bess.

“Mom, you don’t understand!” She handed off one of the bags to Nancy, sighing. “It’s better if I just show you.” 

“Lead the way!” She sighed, not quite sure about what she was going to walk into. Although, whatever small idea she might’ve thought she had, nothing would compare to what she walked into. 

All of the throw blankets were attached to the cabinets, creating a tent-like ceiling. More blankets covered the windows, failing to block out the light entirely and just giving the room a blueish glow. 

Nancy recognized her and Ace’s duvet spread between the island and cabinet, joined by both Jake and Joey’s comforters. Due to the lack of muted pink and light gray blankets, she assumed Noa refused the boys access to anything from her room. 

Pillows created a barricade to one side of the tiny room they had created, and two of the island barstools created the entrance on the opposite end. Ace, army crawling out from underneath, noticed his wife standing in the archway, mouth agape. 

“Hi honey, how are you?” Jake emerged from behind him, crawling onto his Dad’s back. 

“Well right now, I’m happy that I said we should pick up Chipotle for Saturday dinner.” She motioned towards the chaos in front of her. “What is this?”

“It’s a fort!” Joey ran in from behind her, carrying his stuffed animals and disappearing into the depths of blankets.

“Okay… why have you built a fort in my kitchen?” She directed the question towards Ace but was hoping for an answer from anyone in the room at this point. 

“Because they’re crazy!” Noa shouted from where she had disappeared up the stairs, no doubt about to text her aunt about the chaos that was unfolding in her kitchen. 

"We have to protect ourselves from the monsters out there, honey. You're in the risk area right now, by the way." He looked behind him, and suddenly Joey emerged with a foam sword in hand. 

“I’m sorry?” 

“Mama, run!” She scooted out of the way as both her twins started sprinting towards her, disappearing into the living room. 

“Please tell me our living room isn’t as chaotic as our kitchen.” 

“Noa made sure the boys did not touch it.” Ace slowly climbed his way off the floor, walking over to Nancy and placing a kiss on her lips. 

“Just the boys? Or you too?” She placed the bags of takeout in the only room left on the kitchen counter, crossing her arms over her chest.

Ace paused for a second, seemingly coming up with an answer. “I plead the fifth.”

“We have four kids and four adults coming over within the next hour, where are we all going to eat?” 

“We can eat in the living room, the kids will love it,” He went behind her, wrapping his around her neck and placing another kiss on her cheek. 

She leaned back into him, trying to suppress a smile. “I am not happy about this,” 

“Maybe I can…” 

“We’re here!” The two of them heard Bess sing from the entryway, the voices of Aspen, Astrid, and Aria running through the house to find their cousins carrying with it.

“We will finish this conversation later,” Nancy placed one last kiss on her husband’s lips, before pulling him out of their chaotic kitchen. 

[shmaptainwrites]

[CH. 3] New Doctor on the Block

Chapter 3: Devil's Advocate

Pairings: Hawkeye Pierce x fem!Reader

Characters: Hawkeye Pierce, B.J. Hunnicutt, Sherman Potter, Radar O'Reilly

Summary: Reader is introduced to a side of Hawkeye she can get used to

Warnings: descriptions of death (a bit more of a personal one in the OR), angst

Note: Not gonna lie this is one of my favourite chapters and I'm not even sorry about it

Series Masterlist - NDotB Masterlist

“Where in the world did you get all these animals, Radar?” you chuckled as you held a guinea pig in your arms. 

“Oh you know, here and there,” he shrugged and fed the guinea pig in your arms a piece of lettuce. 

“Radar is an animal whisperer,” B.J. told you. “The Colonel’s horse was an injured horse from the cavalry and he insisted Hawkeye and I go out and stitch him up instead of having him put out of his misery.” 

“I imagine the sight of Pierce and B.J. trying to lasso a horse was comical,” you snickered at the thought of it and Radar joined in, knowing that B.J. had in fact attempted to lasso the horse so Pierce could sedate it but ended up lassoing Pierce instead.

“Oh, I just love animals,” you kissed the guinea pig’s head. “I had a dog when I was growing up in New Hampshire. A great dane, his name was Tiny,” 

B.J. gave you an incredulous scoff, “Tiny?” 

“My dad thought he was being funny, but in his defence, he was tiny when we got him. I was just a baby so I don’t remember much, but I grew up with that dog by my side. He was my best friend, protected me from everything and anything.” 

“Dogs are loyal companions,” B.J. agreed. 

“I’m more of a cat person,” Radar said. “We have sixteen back home.” 

“Sixteen?!” you looked at the boy in disbelief. 

“Yeah,” Radar chortled. “ I coughed up a hairball when they were giving me my army physical.” 

“Ew,” you grimaced. 

“You’re a trauma surgeon and that grosses you out?” B.J. teased you and you slapped his arm. 

Suddenly, Radar looked very alert before whispering, 

“Choppers,” 

And by this point, you and B.J. knew he was right, even if you couldn’t hear them yet. 

Just as Radar had suspected, helicopters were coming in left right and centre and before you knew it you were back in the OR operating with the other surgeons on your shift. 

You had operated on at least eight soldiers when you were about to prepare yourself to bring another. Your mask had gotten dirty so Klinger was rushing to get you another one, and when the one you had slipped off your head as you were walking out to the prep area you felt someone grab your arm tight. 

When you turned you saw a boy, no older than seventeen/eighteen looking up at you with desperate eyes. 

“Mom?” he called. “Mom please don’t go,” 

B.J. was about to step in to break the bad news to the boy but you stopped him. You saw what he looked like when he got in, there was no chance he’d make it out of the OR alive. 

“It’s alright, I’m here,” you bent down and held one of his bleeding hands. 

“M-Mom I don’t wanna die, please m-mom, please,” he begged. 

“Shh, it’s alright, honey,” you whispered. “Everything’s going to be okay,” 

You were lying, so blatantly, but what were you supposed to do? 

The whole OR was silent, free of banter, all free eyes were on you, and all ears were listening to the conversation you were having with the dying soldier. 

The boy brought his hand up to hold your face and you used your free hand to hold him there. 

“I’m here, I’m not going anywhere,” you assured him. 

“M-m-mom, please,” he begged. 

“I’m right here, sweetheart. You’re so strong you know that. I’m so proud of you,” you paused to look for his dog tags, to say his name and that’s when you choked. “I-I’m so proud of you Grant.”

Grant reached his free hand into his pocket and shakily pulled out something, they must have missed it in pre-op, a photo and a letter. 

“I’m so s-s-sorry mama,” he apologized, tears streaming down his dirtied and bloodied cheeks. “I didn’t mean t-to hurt you.” 

You hadn’t noticed up until that point, but it seemed as though a few tears of your own had escaped and Grant attempted to wipe them from your face. 

“No, no, you don’t be sorry, darling,” you tried to put on your best smile, through the shock, the hurt you felt for this poor boy, for his family…for his mother. “I’ll be alright. I promise.”

“I-I-I love you,” his voice became worn out, quiet gasps with each word and you knew what was coming, but nothing could prepare you for how you’d feel after it.

The lump in your throat grew as you could feel his grip loosening, his hands slipping from yours, leaving a streak of blood on your cheek. You couldn’t move. You felt frozen in place, yet shaking. 

You heard B.J. call your name, but it was faint, distant in the background.

He called you again and you blinked a few times trying to snap out of it. 

“He’s gone, come here,” he pulled you away carefully and took the letter and photo from you so they could bring in the next body that needed to be operated on.

“Captain, go take ten,” the Colonel instructed and you blinked blankly before nodding and stepping out of the doors of the OR and out of the building for some fresh air. 

It started to hit you more out there, the cold night air against your skin sobering you up. 

A couple of moments after you had exited, your hands wrapped around your midsection, still trying to process what had just happened, you heard the door behind you swing open. 

You turned around to see who was there and when you came face-to-face with Pierce you just shook your head. 

“Pierce, just go away. I’m not in the mood,” you mumbled. 

“I think maybe just this time you should listen to me.”

“Pierce, I’m serious,” you turned to him with tears welling in your eyes. “Leave me alone.” 

He chuckled humourlessly and shook his head. 

“You don’t want to be alone right now,” he opened his arms. “Come here.” 

You shook your head and turned away from him. He called your name and you bit the inside of your cheek, knowing damn well he was right, and slowly turned and walked over to him until he wrapped his arms around you and your face was buried in his chest. 

You let out a strangled sob and he squeezed you tighter, making sure you knew he was there with you. 

“Th-That’s my s-s-son’s name,” you managed to get out. “And he c-called me mom and I-I-I-,” 

“Hey, hey, you’re okay, it’s gonna be fine.”

He said those same lies to you, the ones you told that poor boy in there, and you believed them. There was still a war raging outside, but you believed him, everything was going to be okay. It’s not like your husband was six feet under, and your kids were at home without their mother. Everything was going to be fine. 

After your tears became silent, he pulled you slightly away and took a damp cloth from his pocket. He must have grabbed it before coming outside. He carefully took your face in one hand, thumb and forefinger holding your chin up, so he could clean the blood mixed with dirt and tears off your cheeks. 

When he was finished he placed the cloth back in his pocket and used the heel of his palm to wipe away a few of your remaining tears. You weren’t sure what compelled you, but the feeling of his arms wrapped around you made your heart beat slower, your breathing even, and your mind almost clear, and you didn’t want that to go away just yet. 

So you wrapped your arms around his again and he let his chin rest on the top of your head while he soothingly rubbed your back. 

You stood there, just the two of you for a few seconds, or maybe it was a few minutes, in the silence of the night, and when you had no tears left to cry you felt empty. That meant it was time to get back to work. 

You pulled away from him and wiped your tears, apologizing for getting his shirt wet. 

“You ready?” 

You nodded. Another lie. 

“Me neither,” he said softly and you both turned to walk back into the OR. 

—

“And how the hell did this happen to you?” you sighed, slipping on a white coat and putting on gloves before examining the damage done to Pierce’s head. 

“Father Mulcahy organized a baseball tournament for the nurses; some of them are very strong but have no aim whatsoever.”

“If that nurse was a man that’d be a big turn-off,” you mumbled and Pierce cracked a smile at your joke. 

“I can assure you I am both strong and have good aim,” 

“We’ll, it’s too bad everything else about you is a turn-off. Now hold still,” you grabbed his head and looked at the cut. 

“Ow, ow, woman! Careful!” 

“Maybe you should get out of the nurses and Father's way when they’re playing baseball, that way you won’t need…” you counted in your head. “Four stitches.” 

“Glad I’m not in your place Hawkeye,” B.J. patted his back. 

“B.J., can you grab me a local anesthetic?” 

“You sure you don’t wanna make him sit and squirm?” he teased. 

“I’m tempted,” you eyed the dark-haired Captain. 

“Don’t even joke about that B.J.,” Hawkeye warned. 

B.J. got you the local anesthetic and you carefully injected it near the cut and waited a short minute before proceeding with the stitches. 

“Stop squirming, Pierce,” you chastised. 

“Sorry, it just feels so natural to do around you.”

You rolled your eyes, “Who hurt your Pierce, because every time I think you’re a decent guy you go and convince me otherwise.” 

“Her name’s Carley,” B.J. interjected. “Trust me, she messed him up good,”

“At least there’s a reason,” you sighed. 

“What happened to minding your own business,” Pierce looked at B.J. 

“Sorry, that’s my fault I taught him how to gossip,” you joked and Pierce eyed you and then B.J. like you were in on some plan together. “Okay, I’m almost done, got the bandages B.J.?” 

“Right here,” he placed them on the equipment table next to you and as soon as you tied off the last stitch you cut a piece of bandage to tape to his head. 

“Done?” Pierce asked. 

“Almost, B.J.,” you called the other surgeon and you both nodded before kissing the bandage. “There now you’re all set.” 

“Just as long as neither of you gave me some kind of infection.” 

Pierce grabbed his coat and hopped off the gurney, while you cleaned up. 

“Hey, thanks for stitching me up.” 

“No problem, no head-butting until it’s healed,” 

“What if it’s with a trained professional?” he asked. 

“A trained professional?” you raised a brow.

“Like you, considering you’re always butting heads with me,” 

“And what I suppose you want other parts of us to play whoopee too?” 

“Your words, not mine,” he winked and you scoffed, not believing you fell for that. “See you later, my tent, 7 pm?” 

“Nice try, Pierce. Better luck next time.” 

He gave you a lazy salute goodbye and you shook your head as he left the building. That man was one thing if not relentless. 

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[olivereliocorcordium1983]

You know after all that shit I am very surprised but at the same time not considering the type of person Armie is that they have joint custody of those babies. She put him though absolute hell and he still allowed her to see these kids.

So she better be fucking lucky she even got that because if someone ever did that to me. I wouldn't be able to do it, I don't care if she was the mother of my kids or not.

You don't get to ruin a person entire life and get what you want life don't work that way. but I have a feeling she isn't going to listen to the courts anyway since she is all about herself.

she will still find ways to take pics of them, she will still find ways to bring her BTs around those kids.

But the only thing that I can completely agree on is the no partners around the children until x amount of time. that is seriously important especially for the kids at the age they are.

No parent should be dragging a person they sleep with around their child period. A parent should have their child's interest at heart first instead of their own.

I speak from experience. my parents got divorced when I was 3 years old but my dad cheated on my mom with 18, 19 year olds!!!! while they were still together then left her for one after he emotionally, and verbally abused her.

When I would go to his house he would drag all these women around me (not at one time he isn't Heffner) but whoever he was dating at the time he would drag me around them, I would get attached to them thinking they would stay just for them to disappear months later.

Then I would think it was my fault just for another one to be dragged in and let the same shit happen. when you do this to a child you are teaching them that once people are done with you they will leave you. That you do not care about their feelings and how it's going to effect them in the long run.

As an adult now I've had ex friends and people who I thought were potential partners emotional, verbally abuse me, use me to get whatever they wanted when they met me and then leave just like those women did.

It warped my sense of the world and gave me the attitude to never get close to anyone ever again because they will use you and leave. That people will hurt you intentionally, that no one wanted me.

DO NOT DO THAT TO YOUR CHILDREN. PLEASE.

All children want from the time they are born is YOU. they want to love YOU and be loved by YOU, they want to play with YOU. They are all about YOU. they should never be made to feel unloved, unwanted, and no respected as the person they are all because you think they need another adult in their life, or because you think you need to get your pussy/dick wet. um, no your ass better be all about that baby.

you decided to have one it's your responsibility to take care of it. it's not about you anymore it's all about that baby, and if you're not all about that baby then some of you don't need to be parents.

But narcissistic people don't give a fuck about anyone but themselves and their feelings, how you can make their life better or benefit their life until they have no use for you anymore.

example: my uncle died in 2012 my dad shows up with his new girlfriend and her three children. one of those children being a teenage girl. I am at the hospital with my mom and a few other family members who I have not seen in forever and my dad is sitting there with them.

this teenager puts her hand on my dad's thigh his THIGH we are talking up close to his junk and keeps it there! he does not move her hand, he does not tell her stop as adults should do when something inappropriate is going on. he LETS HER DO THIS!

fast-forward to the funeral my dad sits up at the front with this bitch and I sit in the back with my mom, my ex stepmom, my half sisters (yes he did that too one before marriage one after no I was never invited to the wedding though I wouldn't have gone anyway cuz that's not my thing.) and he comes to where we are sitting and acknowledges my half sisters but doesn't say anything to me.

Then when it comes time to go to the grave sight and lay my Tio to rest. my stepmom was like "go hug your dad" so I go over there and do it thinking something will change and it doesn't.

it's like hugging a brick wall and he looks at me and goes "Birthname say hi." meaning say hi to my new girlfriend.

very sarcastically I look at this woman and I say "hi" what I wanted to say was "hi I'm the first kid that he doesn't care about so... if you honestly think he gives a damn about you, you're gonna learn your just another play thing for him to play with until he tries to mold you into whatever he wants you to be and throw you away.

Come to find out guys, HE NEVER TOLD THIS WOMAN ABOUT ME! SHE DIDN'T EVEN KNOW I EXISTED! AT ALL UNTIL SHE SAW ME AT THE FUNERAL!

and I say all of this because what Liz did to her children pissed me the fuck off. I don't give a damn if you are "lonely" or you think you are "lonely" YOU ARE NOT LONELY BITCH!!!! YOU HAD TWO BEAUTIFUL BABIES WHO WANT YOUR LOVE AND ATTENTION!!!

From the moment the divorce got final and even while they were going through that shit she should have never had partners that is basically your time to be alone and spend your time with your kids, to be 100% about them.

To teach them how to be a decent human being, to teach them they are loved and that they are cared about by you and that they are your everything. not to drag your children into your adult bullshit all because you don't want to be lonely!

That is why I don't feel sorry for her, why I don't have any ounce of respect for her and don't care what happens to her as a person. She used Armie, she uses those babies and now karma has bitten her in the ass and is going to eat her up Good fucking riddens!

[nityarawal]

To Northwestern: @northwestern @northwezt @harvard @harvardbusinessschool @harvardseas @harvardfineartslib @harvard-art-museums-prints

My cousin James Mahoney was headhunted by US army Berets because my father was in charge of psych department and my families homes were since robbed in WW3. My father says I'm greatest psychologist he's ever met. James is an alcoholic like his atty dad. So add that filter to equation! It's a severe case of anti-jihad. Jame's mother has always been really jealous of my famous Persian princess mom who looks like Cher. I never had a mental health problem nor anyone in my family. Please stop spreading slander. James was headhunted by match.com hooker Cathy Goodwin. Militia from US Army have raped my kids. We want to move to Italy and open a museum to honor my grandfather work. I have an art degree and studied with him since I was a child. My art collection he left me was stolen by Shane Stewart of Idyllwild Realty. It needs to be returned.

Grandpa went to Harvard as did my doppelganger Natalie Portman- her family is also attacked by hookers.

James step son Decklan was pimped to Army schools and he's sold as a rockstar gigolo. It's really gross Army hires our own families to sabbotage us in name of 9/11 Jihad BS.

My brother is digitally printing Rockets for Mars and my son is greatest genius of our era. Why do men rob & rape moms? Still need to turn in Shane Stewart so I can go home. How many moms murdered there? Not one covid death was true.

Could you please help us square up with military rapists so we can move on? We feel James is sold out to military and no one else in my family would take a contract like that. Our cousin Cameron Travelli was suicided off Golden Gate Bridge too in 2007 because his dad is most famous nuclear Physicist Armondo Travelli. Lmk what you can do to defend our family from military rape. 36 times cops violated kids and I. We're From Iowa amd are concerned Trump just spread syphalis there.

Thanks for your kind response despite my court contentious family. Mahoneys are generic products of divorce. They don't know anything better than selling out celebrities in their own family. It's gross. My dad even married James there at Northwestern but he has no respect for family. His military wife is lazy and the kids are drugged comatose malnourished. She's aggressively terrorised me as a Goodwin and sent a Goodwin Marine hooker from Texas with disease. It's not syphalis- but similar covid strain. Anyways- thanks for being kind and adding my father's name to the records- since he's the greatest John Joseph Davigo Atillo Huntley on planet. I love him and am concerned he and my mom are tortured in 6 year estrangement. Lmk if you can help get my father some respect. He's had Army shots terrorising him his whole life and we don't take any benefits. We were very disappointed James took a contract to hurt tm.org where my parents have been enlightening Chicago from for 50+ years. Really maybe you could give my parents an award for the thousands we taught in Midwest? Thanks again! I love that college! Lmk if you need help with the George Huntley Estate. My Aunt's have many etruscan vases and artifacts that should be stored appropriately in my new museum. Do you want me to build one there too? My best friend Diana Danneman Cohen is a famous rockstar from Northwestern and is now Dean of students at University of Arizona. I'll see if she can offer an Italian art collection in my grandfather's name too. The Cohens opened a Waldorf school inspired by my kids villagefarmschool.org we built. (:

All Blessings & love,

Encinitasbeachhome.com

Nitya Nella Davigo Azam Moezzi Huntley Rawal

[twiceasfrustrating]

Hello, since your inbox is open may I please ask headcanons for poly mc wiht brothers reacting seeing their kids turn into angels because Micheal wanted to meet them please

Rating: General Audiences 

Archive Warning: None

Category: Gen

Fandom: Shall We Date?: Obey Me!

Characters: Lucifer, Mammon, Leviathan, Satan, Asmodeus, Beelzebub, Belphie, F!MC

Additional Tags: Headcanons, polyamory, F!MC, fluff, kids, headcanons

A/N: I assume this is an extension of the random poly!mc rambles? Normally, I think very little of Michael, but that series is more comedic so here he is just a very eccentric, distant uncle.

Lucifer

You have never truly seen anger until you've seen Lucifer's face when his children get those damn bracelets from the Celestial Realm. He knows them all too well and is ready to start a whole nother war because of them.

MC has to calm him down before he ends up creating an entire army the same way Satan was born.

If Micheal wanted to stomp all over his family's boundaries and insist on meeting the kids, he should have made an appointment to visit rather than trying to force them into a corner to come to him. Especially since none of the dads can go with the kids, so it would just be mom going with them.

Maybe he can ask Simeon and Luke to… no. Luke is Michael's fan and Simeon would be too amused by the situation to watch out for them. 

He is refusing to let them go. He will get the stupid jewelry off himself. No need to visit troublesome ex-family.

Mammon

He started screaming the second the kids came out of the room transformed. He swears this isn’t his fault. He didn’t do anything.

Oh? Everyone already knows that because Micheal owned up to it and said he’d undo it if the kids came to visit? Cool, cool….

Okay, kids. Go there and fleece as much as you can! Celestial Realm stuff will sell for a lot since it’s so hard to get. He’ll be packing their bags for them just to get them there faster.

Leviathan

Uhhhh…. Hmmm…

Yeah, he’s confused why??? They don’t need to be angels to meet with Micheal. So it’s confusing. Also… he’s kind of freaking out because this reminds him of the plot to one of his anime (at that point he started rambling about the plot).

Wait? Does the Celestial Realm have unique spirits for Mononoke Land? He suddenly wants to go too. But… if everyone saw him they’d realize just how much a gross loser he is and he’d be embarrassed. Okay, maybe he can give his D.D.D to someone, but then he’d miss his other daily logins…

This may take a while, come back later.

Satan

Please stop giving him existential crises. He was never an angel to begin with and his kid shouldn't have angel blo- oh, right… MC is technically descended from an angel… sort of. Well, that's frustrating.

He won't stop them if they want to go to the Celestial Realm to meet their uncle, but he also won't condone it. 

He's never been to the Celestial Realm and only has vague memories from being inside of Lucifer, so he doesn't know how to prepare them if they do go. He’ll just have to make sure to help them pack everything they could need… also to send them with

Asmodeus

Oh. My. Goodness. His children are beautiful! Of course not as much as the literal jewel of the heavens, but they are very close.

Ah! He loves them so much! It's been so long since he was able to use Celestial Realm fashion tips! Time for him to play dress-up with his sweet children. 

He is going to dress them up to the nines and send them there as the ultimate fashion models.

Beelzebub

He has so many mixed feelings right now. On one hand, his kids are so adorable and some of them really have their dad's traits from back when they were angels. Some of them…have Lilith’s and that's hard.

He loves his kids though. He will respect the choice they make to go or not. Definitely asks them to bring back some food that he hasn’t had in a long time. May tell them stories of his time back in the Celestial Realm if they ask him what they can expect. Will also tell them places they should visit.

He’s probably the most chill, despite not knowing how to really feel about the whole thing.

Belphegor

Oh, you thought he would be relaxed and chill? Nope! He's right there with Lucifer planning violence. He is one of the people most hurt by the fall, so seeing his children get dragged back to that place… no.

You know something is wrong when he and Lucifer agree on something.

The difference is that he won’t stop them from going. No. He’s sending them with fireworks and cherrybombs and telling them to raise hell. They may look like angels, but they are still demons and they should act like it.

He just wants to cause problems, honestly.

MC

She is already packing her bags because this is happening one way or another. Plus, she needs to go yell at Micheal for daring to give her kids weird magical jewelry.

This is not a fun vacation. It is now a business trip.

No, the kids aren’t coming. She’s going to shake the cure for this nightmare out of Micheal herself.

If he wants to meet the kids, he needs to get permission from her and the dads WITHOUT trying to manipulate the situation.

Boundary stomping idiot this is why the brothers don't want to talk to him

[maizumis]

hi mai! can you please do a part 2 to the dilfs meeting their kids teacher! but like kinda time skip of them ya know being happy together :) you don’t have to do this,, please ignore it if it make you uncomfortable!!

— DILF HAIKYUU BOYS MEETING THEIR CHILDS FAVORITE TEACHER PT.2

ft. timeskip!miya atsumu, suna rintarō, tsukkishima kei, oikawa tooru, iwaizumi hajime

note: female and pregnant reader❗ ty for requesting my luv <3 it doesn't make me uncomfy at all! enjoy it <3

❦ ATSUMU now stands proudly in the gates of the school to not only pick up his son but his wife too, pregnant wife to be exact “there are ma three favorite people in the world” giving your lips a sweet kiss that made you go weak on your knees and bending down to hug his son, slightly caressing the bump too “we have fun today dad! mom bentos were yummy” yes, after a year into your relationship he started calling you mom and your heart couldn't take it, it mean that he loved you have enough for him to think of you as a mom figure “dada ‘s glad, let him spoil both of ya the rest of the day”

❦ SUNA scrolls down a baby page on his phone, looking for a new and more equipped crib while you're sleeping right next to him with his daughter trapped ok your arms; the sight was too cute for him to not take a picture, the snores that left both your and his daughters mouth fulfilling your shared bedroom, unfortunately, the flash was on and the sudden light made you wake up in a state of confusion “rin? everything fine?” gosh, weren't you such a cutie? Messy hair and plump lips “yes pretty, I'm sorry, go back to sleep”

❦ TSUKKI woke up and felt scared when he couldn't see you nor your son on your shared bedroom, quickly slipping a pair of sweats on he ran to the living room just to see his son actively talking and kissing your baby bump, he always talked about how he was going to be a big brother and protect the little baby from all the bad things in the world, his knight in shining armor “good morning kei, we were making breakfast to wake you up” he silently nodded before giving your forehead a peck then bending down to greet his son and his unborn baby “you shouldn't be overworking yourself, go to bed I will take it from here”

❦ OIKAWA went to the big patio of the house so he could take a glimpse of you and his daughter playing by the pool, your blue bikini making your pregnancy bump look so gorgeous, you really placed Hera, goddess of the family and marriage on shame, the shiny diamond ring in your finger fitting perfectly, glowing with the light of the sun when you laid your hand on the swell of your tummy “aren't my two cuties having fun?” his daughter looked up with an excited look on her face “yes! Mom says my sister is kicking!” he loved you, loved the way you took him, loved the way you treated his daughter as if it was your own blood, loved the way you were “dont give mommy a hard time ‘kay? I'll be right back”

❦ IWAIZUMI destiny was to be a girl dad, has had one girl before meeting you, another baby girl after your marriage and now you were pregnant with his thirds kid that by no ones surprise, it was a girl too “baby fabric is closed after this Hajime” he turned around for you to see his astonished expression “what do you mean closed? we need a boy” and he was dead serious about it, he loved his three soon-to-be four girls, but a baby boy wouldn't do anyone wrong “you're gonna have a whole army of kids if we keep going like this” he smirked, that was his plan all the way long— plus, the baby-making process was funny “you're on a mission here with me baby, don't give up”

[raineydays411]

My fathers daughter

prologue

Tony Stark x daughter! reader

Summary: By all definitions you were a daddy’s girl. It’s been you and him since your mom left you both. But what happens when your both forced to face your past?

a/n: y’all know i can’t resist a good crossover

If there had to be a face for daddys girl, you’d be the poster child. 

Ever since you came into Tony’s life, you and him have been attached by the hip.

You were with him through everything.

When he became Iron Man, when he joined the avengers, and even during civil war. Even though it hurt you to see your family be torn apart, you could never betray your father. Then again, you have to admit that you were happy that the avengers compromised and were able to get back together. Earning you a new family member in Bucky. You were happy. Happy with the life you have with your dad and avengers. 

Which is why your mother suddenly reappearing and demanding to be in your life kinda of peeved you off. 

Let’s start from the beginning. 

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It started off with a gala. 

Some bougie charity event that rich assholes attend to donate large sums of money, not out of kindness, but only to show just how rich they are. You hated these types of events.  You hated the fake smiles and false interest in your life. All they wanted was to get close to your dad. They even try to set you up with their snobby stuck up kids. You hated it. 

And here you were, trying to find a way to get out of this boring conversation with some snob from Beverly hills. You can see your dad laughing at you from across the room. 

“You know, you look a lot like Mrs. Wayne.” He suddenly says, looking at you.

“Who?” You ask, suddenly paying attention.

“Mrs. Wayne, you know, Bruce Wayne's wife.”

You know who Bruce Wayne was. Your dad absolutely detestes the man. He never really told you why. He just said to never trust a Wayne. You also know that he’s Batman and his army of children are/were Robin. It was pretty obvious and rather easy to figure out. Then again, you were able to hack into the Bat computers main systems. They really need to update their firewalls. 

“Um no I didn’t know that he had a wife to be honest.” You reply, not really interested.

“You can pass as her daughter you know? She is very beautiful. As are you.” He says in a flirty tone. 

You roll your eyes, seeing your father finishing up a conversation and make your move, but then you hear 

“Oh look, there's the Wayne family right there.” 

Causing the attention to turn to the main entrance. There you saw Bruce Wayne. Tall, handsome, and charismatic. He was smiling, waving at the host. Next to him, his oldest son Dick. Another very handsome man, Tall with blue eyes and raven hair. Sending charming smiles to the crowds of women. Then Tim Drake, too focused on his phone to pay attention to the crowds, and finally Damian Wayne. A small boy with a sharp scowl. To his left, you can barely make out the form of his wife and his daughter, Cassandra Cain. You can also see Stephanie Brown chatting excitedly to Mrs. Wayne, who you still couldn’t see.

“Jeez, they brought the whole cavalry.” You mutter, looking at the star struck boy you were talking to.

You roll your eyes. The way people worship this family is strange. They act as if they are royalty or gods. You look at your father, expecting him to be making a sarcastic face or something. But that’s not what you saw. No, you saw a look on his face that you haven’t seen on his face ever. That’s when you walked up to him.

“Daddy...are you okay?” You asked cautiously.  He turned to you, shocked.

“Y/n!” He practically shouts, “ I’m okay, are you okay? We can leave right now if you’re not okay?” 

You frown in confusion, “ Umm yeah, I’m fine...”

“Good, Good. We’re going to leave now, this gala kinda blows. DOn’t you think?”

You can see his eyes dart to the Waynes to you. He looks...panicked. It was weird to you. Usually he keeps his cool during events like these. 

“Um sure..I just need to go to the restroom first” You say, seeing him nod. You walk off, shaking off the concern you have for your father. As you push through the crowds, you can hear them whisper as you passed. Something about Mrs. Wayne. 

You shake your head, “Can’t they talk about anything else??” 

Then you finally find the bathroom. You walk in, expecting it to be empty, only to be faced with Cassandra Cain and Stephanie Brown. They were chatting near the sinks as you walking into the stall. After doing your business, you walked out to the sink, going to wash your hands, but you saw Stephanie freeze, then nudge Cassandra. They both stared at you as you washed your hands and went to dry them. You give them a side eye, wondering why they were staring at you so hard. 

“Um hi?” You say carefully, the jump not expecting you to speak.

“Oh! Hello Im Stephanie and this is Cass” Stephanie says with a smile. “ You’re Y/n Stark right?”

“Uh yeah...Its nice to meet you dudes” You say quickly, already ready to walk out the restroom. 

“I’m sorry for staring, it’s just that...you look a lot like her mother” She says gesturing to Cassandra. 

You chuckle, “ Uh yeah so I’ve heard...hey I gotta go...”

“Oh right! Sorry heh” Stephanie laughs nervously, “It was great to meet you”

“Yeah” You agree half heartedly, “ You too”

And with that you go to find your father. You pass by the Wayne sons, only to see them take a double take when you pass them. 

“God that family is weird.” You mumble seeing your father talking to Bruce and his wife. He looked distressed and angry. You speed up, wanting to make sure your father doesn’t punch Bruce Wayne the way he looks like he's going to.

“Hey dad...um I’m ready to go.” You says with your back turned on the Waynes.

“Y/n..” Your dad says panic exploding on his face, “ Y/n sweetheart um...”

“Yn?” You hear a woman whisper.  You turn to see Bruce Wayne and...your mother. 

You remember the day she left. It was a sunny day. The kind of days that usually are in good memories and have happy endings. She was supposed to take you to the park so you can meet your dad there. You hardly saw her over the years, just every three months when she would come to the then Stark Tower to visit. But that say...that day was different. She had gotten a call, from who you don’t know, nut it seemed important. Because she left at that very moment and never came back. She never reached out, never called, texted or anything. Just radio silence. Your dad was heart broken.  He had hoped that one day she would move in with you and him, and you could be a family. He loved her with his whole heart, but she just didn’t love you both enough to stay. He was a mess after she left, and you picked up the pieces.

You were nine.

If it wasn’t for Pepper stepping in after witnessing one of his breakdowns, you don’t know what would’ve happened.

You stare at the woman who left you, who broke your fathers heart. Who broke your heart.

“Ms. Wayne.” you say curtly, taking pleasure in the way her face fell, “ Mr. Wayne, it’s lovely to see you again. If you’ll excuse me and my father, it seems like he’s not feeling too well.”

You weren’t lying, Tony looked like he was about to puke. His face was pale and he was kinda sweaty. So you wrapped your arm around him and lead him to the entrance, starting to pull out your phone to call Happy.

“Y/n wait!” Your mother cried out, pulling her arm away from Bruce and placing a hand in your shoulder. You jerked your shoulder out of her grasp.

“ Y/n, I know you’re mad at me” she starts, cringing when she hears you scoff, “ But wait a second. Let me look at you...my petal you’re so big.”

You turn and glare at her, “ Don’t call me that.”

“Oh Y/n, please—“You cut her off again.

“Hey i’m just going along with what you want. This is what you wanted right? No contact with us?”

You can see a crowd start to form around you, and you see the scattered Wayne’s push through it. They look at each other in confusion trying to understand how you seem to know their mother.

“ Of course that’s not what I wanted, oh petal I meant to call I just...” She trailed off

“Couldn’t be bothered?” you say harshly, “ I couldn’t care less. Just leave us alone. That should be easy for you.”

You feel your dad tug on your hand, and you turn to him. Eyes softening when you see the expression on his face.

“ Happys here kiddo.” He says softly. You nod and start to walk away. And you hear your mother protest, but you cut her off with a venomous,

“It was nice seeing you again Mom.”

and then you were gone. This time, leaving your mother behind and her confused husband and children.

[im-in-love-with-pizza-bites]

Ranch Hand: Chapter 3

Farmer!Veteran!Bucky Barnes X Teen!Reader (Small town and Farmer AU)

Series MasterList

Series summary: You ran away from your nightmare of a family, you found a small town, population 200. In this town you meet a retired army veteran turned farmer who hires you as farm hand. Only mystery will you two be able overcome your pasts together.

Chapter Summary: A week working for bucky, and Steve isn't as welcoming to you as his friends is.

Series Warnings: Mentions nightmares, Child abuse, mental abuse, physical abuse, war, swearing, mentions death by cancer, mentions of alcohol and illegal substance abuse. please tell me if you see anymore!!! But do so politely please.

Chapter Warnings:

Divider: @skylightlantern

A/n: It's short sorry I forgot to write it until last night lol.

Steve parked his truck by Bucky's. He quickly noticed you struggling to carrying a bale of hay. He made his way over.

"Here let me get it." Steve asked reaching for it.

"No I got it." You refused.

"I insist," Steve said grabbing it from you. You just let you arms fall in defeat before directing him to where Bucky had told you to put the hay that just got delivered. Bucky was inside preparing sandwiches for lunch. Also getting you lemonade since it was quite hot today.

"Thank you." You said with a smiled.

"Your quite welcome kiddo. So do you have any siblings?" He asked trying to make conversation.

"No but I have a step sister. She lives with her mom though." You told him. Your step sister, Meghan was really nice, you two were close but her dad lost all custody for her a few months ago. She was lucky, she was free form the hell that was her dad and your mom. Now you were too, though probably not for long.

"Oh okay. Where's bucky?" Steve asked you.

"Inside."

"Okay." He nodded before walking inside leaving you to your job. You went back to stacking the hay while Steve and Bucky talked inside.

"Somethings off about her." Steve started walking in.

"Off about who?" Bucky asked his bestfriend.

"Y/n."

"Your the one that wanted me to hire her." Bucky rolled his eyes.

"Yeah so we can figure out what she's hiding." He said as thought it was the most logical answer.

"Nope if it was our business she wouldn't be hiding it." Bucky insisted.

"Oh so you aren't curious?"

"A little but it's not our business." Bucky said handing Steve a sandwich before he opened the window and hollered for you.

"Whatever, I'm still gonna try to figure it out though." Steve said right before you walked in.

———

"Hey kid do you want a ride home?" Steve offered. He had stayed at the farm bullshiting with Bucky and grabbing wood bucky was giving to him. It was from a tree that fell in the wood. Half was stacked up for a fire and Steve got the rest to make shit out of.

"No thank you." You said as you adjusted your bag.

"Are you sure it's late."

"Yeah I'm sure. Bye Mr. Rogers, Bye Bucky." You assured. You got on your bike and hurried down the driveway.

"Steve let it go man." Bucky told him.

"I just have a bad feeling." Steve said. "Well I better get home now bye Buck."

"Bye punk."

Taglist: @rachaelswrites @killerqueenfan @lukajim @lrosenblut26 @depressed-barnes @worldssidechick @littleolive24 @cute2043 @skycaliforniaart @idk-whats-happend @mischiefsemimanaged @retiredfromglad @katopotato06 @xennityxen @bucky-boo-bear @thekillingjoke-haha @i-have-no-life-charlie @sunny-the-kitsune @rexs-twin-dc-17-blasters @babbsissuperblij @hanainneverland @whore-4-thor

A/n: I don't like Ford so all the trucks I mention in the series will more than likely be Chevys because they're the OG. (Sorry not sorry ford drivers. Also I'm exclusively talking about ford trucks.)

[your-daily-biaswrecking]

Hello! can you do a scenario with fem!reader and father's best friend!namjoon? I totally understand if this is a concept you're uncomfortable with. All the armys are going crazy with the dilf!bts concept so I need to have this 😭

Tbh that's a hard concept (like absolutely don't do this irl y'all plss it's not okay if it's not fiction– go in the notes to read my PSA pls) so I had to write a bit of plot at the beginning just because I wanted to make it as less weird as possible lol

Namjoon wasn't the type of family friend you got to see a lot growing up. He was, however, the type of friend you got to hear about a lot. Your dad had spent his high school years being in a band that never really had its break, and Namjoon had apparently been the youngest member and your father's favourite. He kept talking about how he "raised" him, meaning he helped him get his first kiss and taught him about girls. Then your dad got your mum pregnant right after graduating, and they both decided to move to the US to find a job and start their family. Your family. And so your dad lost touch with his best friend.

He talked about him quite often, and you knew he had even visited once when you were still too young to have a memory of it. You had only ever seen a couple of pictures of them together; Namjoon looked like a very cringy 13-year-old with a terrible haircut. Not that your dad as a teenager looked any better. But that's beside the point. It doesn't matter what he looked like back then, today you probably wouldn't be able to even recognize him even if he passed you on the street.

"Did I tell you? My best friend moved here from Korea! The band kids are back together!"

Namjoon came back into your father's life at around the same time as you left it– moved away for college. And you kept getting all these updates on how great it was that they found each other again, how many things they did together and in general how happy your dad was. When you visited home for Christmas, Namjoon was away so you didn't run into him. And almost a year after he had moved there, you would finally meet him during the summer. Your father invited him for dinner one hot evening in July.

You opened the door to find him standing outside, your mother just a step behind to greet him. “Joonie! So glad you could make it. Come on in, come on in... Ah! As you know, this is our daughter.”

The man was tall and handsome, nothing like the pictures you had seen. And familiar. His eyes met yours and he smiled, making your blood run cold— you had seen that man before. Not even a week ago, staring at you at the bar while sipping his whiskey until you decided he was too hot and couldn’t be older than 30, so you walked up to him and gave him a napkin with your number and a lipstick stain of a kiss on it. He never called.

“Wow,” Namjoon said without his tone matching his words. “She has grown up so much.” And he looked you up and down again, checking you out kind of like he had done that night. Your entire face was burning, turning on your heels to get away. What the fuck kind of luck was that? He was your dad's friend? You hoped– you begged that he didn't recognize you. He wasn't saying anything, though his eyes kept on stealing looks, and so you thought you might have had a close escape. Until you run into each other in the kitchen. Alone. "Come here, young lady," he said in a deep voice that sent shivers down your spine. You already felt like you were in trouble. "Does your father know you go around giving your number to men almost twice your age?"

He was so close, eyes travelling lazily down your form with a smirk on his lips. "No," you choked. "I– I don't– You were staring at me, that's why I thought..."

"I was staring at you because I was trying to figure out if you were my best friend's daughter."

Hearing him say the words made your cheeks burn. Defeat. He had a logical excuse and all you had was that he was a little too much your type. And he sounded like he was scolding you, reminding you of your place. You lowered your head, really wanting to get out. "Please don't tell him."

Don't tell him I hit on you. Don't tell him I wanted to fuck you.

Namjoon didn't reply right away, but late that night you got a text from an unknown number. "I won't tell him anything."

He won't tell him anything. Perhaps that could be applied to what had already happened, or what would happen in the future.

You didn't text frequently, but you did nonetheless. And even though you were sure both of you would say they were simple, innocent texts, how innocent could they really be when the man already knew how you felt about him? Maybe you were crazy, but you thought he might like you too. Maybe he liked the fact that you liked him. It wasn't evident in anything he did or say, just the vibes you got from him those days he visited your house, or the way he looked at you when you were left alone for a second. The summer passed by so fast when every other day you met your father's best friend in one way or another.

When it was time for you to move back to the city where you attended college, Namjoon just so happened to be going there for some work too. And your parents were grateful that you had someone to travel with. The car ride was long and mostly silent. You had never been left alone for so long and suddenly you realised how hard it was to keep a conversation going without talking about how horny he made you feel just by being in the same, tight space with you. But the farther away you got from home, the less you cared about keeping your good reputation up.

"Where will you sleep tonight?" you asked him after he helped drop off all your stuff at your apartment late that night and was already at the door, ready to leave.

"I'll find a hotel," he told you, hand still on the door handle.

"You can stay here if you want to."

"Don't–" His plea was soft-spoken, in contrast to the intense way his eyes were piercing yours.

"Don't what?" you acted dumb. "All I'm saying is I'm sure dad would rather you stay instead of paying for a room. You're like family, anyway."

You noticed how he took in a deep breath, grip around the knob getting harder. "Don't bring him into this."

Saying that you two shouldn't mention your father was like admitting what was going on right now was beyond innocent. And even though your stomach clenched at his harsh tone, you bowed your head and whispered. "I'm sorry."

"This is so wrong," you heard him call loudly all of a sudden, making you look back at him. He was chewing on his lip desperately. "I was there when your dad got your mom pregnant. Do you know what I said? Fuck, man, how are you gonna get out of this bullshit? I shouldn’t be…"

You blinked at him, waiting to hear the end of the sentence. "Shouldn't be what?" You weren't gonna let him slip away that easily. You would push him until he had to say what he wanted to say. It was your only chance, anyway.

Namjoon sighed. He pushed the door closed and walked up to you steadily all while he was staring straight into your eyes. "Why did you give me your number that night?"

Your breathing was already getting heavier. You wouldn't back away. What was the point? He knew already. "Because you were hot. And I wanted you to fuck me."

He chewed his lip for a few seconds, watching your face as he contemplated his next words. "Why do you want me to stay over tonight?"

You gulped. He was so close, closer than ever. "Because you're hot," you whispered. Glance down on his lips. "And I want you to fuck me."

He closed his eyes momentarily before he was exhaling loudly. "Fucking– hell!"

And he instantly moved forward, one hand grabbing the back of your head as he brought your face to crush on his, mouths smashing against each other after all the times you had dreamed about it. It was so much better than you could have imagined, lips full and soft parting yours for his tongue to slip in between, making you moan. And you were trying to get closer and closer, almost tripping as you walked blindly further into the apartment. His jacket was discarded on the floor before your shirt joined it, and Namjoon was growling before attacking your neck with his teeth.

"Daddy..." The word truly slipped out of you, and he was pausing for a moment, pulling away to look at you.

"Really? You're really gonna call me daddy?" Your eyes were wide and cheeks burning, squirming away from him before he grabbed your wrist to keep you close. "Shit," he grunted, not sounding mad at all. "Alright, baby. Show daddy where your room is, need to get you in bed right away."

And you mewled at his words. You were there in no time, pulling the rest of your clothes off as Namjoon undressed too. Big and thick, he was even hotter like that, making you press your legs together as you took the sight in. And when he removed his boxers too, you got to found out his dick matched the rest of his body perfectly, long and thick and so hot it made your mouth water.

"Daddy," you whined as he started crawling over you. "You're so big. You're gonna tear me apart."

His large hand grabbed your jaw. "That's what you get for playing with big boys." And he kissed you ruthlessly again. His other hand travelling down your form until he found your pussy, fingers playing with your folds and humming in satisfaction. "So wet. Is that all for me, baby?"

"Yes, daddy," you moaned, hips trying to grind on his hand for some more friction. "I've been wet for you since I first saw you."

"Fuck. I know, baby," he breathed into your ear, two fingers slipping slowly inside you and stretching you out. "I could tell. You weren't hiding it very well, baby. How much you wanted me to ruin you. Which is why daddy's been hard for you all this time, too." Your breath was hitching as he was moving his hands slowly, not even trying to fuck you like that, just trying to get you ready for his cock. And he stopped. "Are you gonna let daddy fuck you raw, baby?"

You almost screamed. "Fuck, yes, daddy, please! Fuck me open with your cock."

Namjoon was growling as he retrieved his fingers from inside you. "What a dirty mouth! Who taught you to speak like that, you dirty, little whore? I thought you were a good girl."

Your nails were scratching his back as you whined and squirmed underneath him. "Oh, daddy, please! I need you! I'll be good for you."

And you felt the tip of his dick press against your entrance as he shushed you. "Alright then. Be a good girl for daddy and take this big cock like the good, little slut you are." And he shoved himself in you.

"O–oh my god!" you yelped. Namjoon didn't go easy on you, didn't go slow or gentle, he started pounding you fast and hard right away, truly fucking you open like you had asked him to. You were squirming underneath him but his body was so big and strong, it was caging you completely. And just to shut you up he kissed you again, tongue so deep in your mouth he was choking you. Namjoon was fucking you so hard he brought tears to your eyes, and you felt euphoric being used by him like that.

"My dirty, little cunt," he rasped after he freed your mouth. "Like taking my cock like that?" You were nodding, mewling, unable to speak. "What a good girl. Letting daddy fuck her as hard as he wants." He leaned back, grabbing your arms until he had your wrists pinned above your head and the new position gave him the ability to piston his hips against yours even faster, diving even deeper.

"Fuck, daddy, I'm gonna cum," you cried, legs shaking as they fought against his abusing thrusts between them.

"So easy," Namjoon panted with a smirk. "So easy to please you. Gonna cum cuz you've never had dick like daddy's before, huh? No one's ever fucked you this good? Those little boys your age, I bet they don't know shit about pleasing a nasty girl like you." He spat on his free hand and brought it right down on your clit, pressing on it hard. And you were moaning even louder. "There you go, baby. You can cum on daddy's dick now."

"Namjoon–" you yelped, and you felt your orgasm pop, gushing all your juices over him as he kept fucking you through it. He slowed down a bit, coming down to kiss you sloppily as you continued to whine with each thrust against your sensitive, tight walls.

"That's my good girl," he whispered, kissing you almost lovingly. "Don't worry, baby. We're not nearly done yet." And his thrusts slowly got deeper and deeper. "You really shouldn't have let me fuck you, baby. Cuz now I don't ever plan on stopping."

Masterlist | Part 2