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abbatoirablaze · 1 year

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Bad Girl's Club, Chapter 26

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Warnings: angst, manipulation, jealousy, violence, harm to a pregnant woman.

“So…what’s everyone going to do now that we’re graduating next week?” Avery giggled, looking at each of her friends.

“This is your baby shower,” Jenna laughed, gently nudging her as they started cleaning up, “first of all, go sit down, secondly, shouldn’t we be talking about you and your news?”

“Two little boys!” Jess cooed as she looked at her friend, “god…that’s going to be a handful.”

“They’re Johnny’s babies which means you’ll be catching little fireballs as they try to ‘flame on’ and jump down the stairs before their second birthdays.”

“I’ve already told Johnny if they’ve got powers like he does, it’s his responsibility to teach them how to control it.”

The girls giggled, “Johnny barely controls it.”

“Speaking of controlling…did you guys hear what Lily did to Curtis?” Jess whispered, nodding her head over to where Sam and Lily were taking down the decorations outside of the door.

“Jess…we’re not doing drama today,” Avery sighed, fanning herself, “I just want a drama free day where me and Johnny can revel in the fact that we still have a few months before our little fireballs are here.”

“She made Curtis propose…so that he would be able to see the baby.”

“We’ve all seen the rock on her finger, Jess!” Jenna sighed, “Curtis proposed because he loves her…right?”

“Ransom told me that Linda paid for the ring…Curtis was going to empty out his account for something close to what Lily wanted but she threw a temper tantrum because the stones weren’t big enough,” Jess admitted, “She’s holding that baby over his head.”

“I’m sure he loves her!” Jenna offered with a frown, “right?”

“Yeah…because I’d totally love a woman that raped me and forced me to cum in her if I was a guy,” Jess scoffed, “she was bragging about it when she got drunk last month.”

Avery put her hand over her stomach, and worry buzzed around her, “sh-she’s drinking? But the baby…”

“She doesn’t care,” Jess frowned, “Curtis is doing his best to try and keep her in line, but you know how she is…”

“I can hear you, you know!”

The girls froze at the sound of the voice. Lily was standing in front of them, her hands on her hips. Sam was behind her, a frown on her face.

“Lily-“

“Maybe you should butt out of my business, Jess!” she hissed, shooting daggers at the woman who was pregnant with her father’s child, “you may be fucking my dad, but you’re not my mom. So stop trying to cake on the fake concern!”

“Lil-“

“No…don’t Lil me. She’s over here badmouthing me…saying that I’m using Curtis. Saying that he’s using me and that our love isn’t real. Curtis and I are engaged, Jess…” she hissed, turning towards her, “maybe you should get over it and focus on your picture-perfect family instead of trying to smudge my name.”

“I think I should get the guys…” Jenna said nervously as she looked between the women. When no one disagreed, she left the room to find the men, but everyone could feel the tension rising between Lily and Jess.

“Let’s get one thing straight right now,” Lily seethed, “I don’t care what any of you think. How Curtis and I are going to raise our child is none of any of your concerns, lest of all, yours, Jess.”

“Lily, you’re drinking!”

“So what if I have a glass of wine every once and again,” she spat, glaring at Avery, “my OB said it’s perfectly fine.”

“You’re getting wasted, Lil.”

Her attention went back to that of her former best friend, “you need to stay out of my business, Jess.”

“You’re harming your child!” she hissed, standing up to her friend, “you’re purposefully going and doing whatever you want, throwing a temper tantrum when you don’t get your way, but guess what, Lil…you’re hurting your child. For fuck’s sake, you tricked your fiancé into proposing after you raped him to conceive.”

“At least I’m not fucking my best friend’s dad!” she spat, “Say what you want about me, but you used me, Jess. You used me to fuck my dad. And be honest. You probably don’t even care about him. You’re just settling into the lifestyle because you are a greedy, gold-digging whore. But don’t worry, my dad doesn’t love you either. He’s just waiting for my mom to come to her senses. And when she does, he’ll kick your ass out on the street. And you and your bastar-“

But her words were cut off, and the room went silent as the sound of the slap echoed through it. Sam and Avery gasped, Sam’s hand going up to her mouth. Lily’s cheek turned red, and Jess ignored the stinging in her own.

“I love your father,” Jess said in a deathly low tone, “don’t you ever say that I’m using him. And he loves me. I’m not just some placeholder until your own drunk of a mother comes back.”

The conversation, however, stopped when Lily pushed Jess. She fell, her stomach hitting the counter on the way down. Her pained scream echoed through the house as the men came rushing into the kitchen.

Ransom stood nervously in the waiting room.

There were complications. And Jess had to be rushed into surgery. And despite how he was the father of one of her children already, they wouldn’t let him back with her. So, he’d been stuck waiting in the bland room that smelled like too much cleaner and reeked of desperation and death.

His designer shoes scuffed up the floor as he dragged his feet, nervously biting his bottom lip with each precise punch forward.

“Hey, it’s okay, Drysdale…your fianc-“

“She was bleeding in the ambulance,” Ransom told his friends. He leaned against the wall for a moment, and Lily watched as he looked like he was coming undone, “you guys don’t understand. She was bleeding…something’s wrong with the baby…it has to be.”

Instinctively, Sam and Johnny reached towards her own stomach, and the two of them sympathized. They couldn’t imagine anything being wrong with their boys, especially this close to the end.

But Lily’s jaw held tight. She continued to glare at the door.

Curtis went to take her hand, but she shook away from him.

“Mr. Drysdale!”

Ransom had barely noticed the doctor coming into the waiting room in his scrubs. He pulled the surgical mask down as Ransom all but ran to him, “how is my fiancé? Is she okay? What about our baby?”

“Mother and child are fine. You’ve got some strong girls, Mr. Drysdale. But they’re both doing well up in recovery…there was some internal bleeding from the fall, but it’s all patched up,” the doctor said with a firm look, “you were lucky to get here when you did…”

“Oh, thank god.” Ransom nearly collapsed to the floor, but Lance and Nick were holding him up, “Can-can I see them?”

The doctor nodded, “yes…you can see your fiancé and daughter, Mr. Drysdale. They’re waking her up as we speak…and she’s being put in the recovery ward.”

As Ransom was led back, Lily stormed off out of the waiting room, Curtis hot on her trail. He didn’t speak until they were outside in the lot, “you’re just going to leave? You aren’t even going to apologize to your father? Your siste-“

“She’s not my sister!” Lily spat, glaring at Curtis, “and I don’t need you siding with them. You’re my fiancé, and you’re supposed to be on my side. Not theirs.”

“Lily, you pushed your pregnant best friend into a counter, and she nearly lost her child,” Curtis tried to reason, “what if that was you? What if that was our child?”

“You need to be in my corner, Curtis!”

“And you need to grow up!” he growled at the young woman, “what if something had happened to the baby? Huh? I love you, but you’re not handling this right. You’re acting like an immature child throwing a temper tantrum…and you’ve been doing nothing but that since I proposed.”

“An immature child?” she seethed. She glared at Curtis for a moment before ripping her engagement ring off, “you want to see an immature child? How’s this for size. We’re not getting married!”

“Lily!”

“No!” she hissed, pushing back at him, “I don’t want to marry you. I don’t think that me and our child can be around a man that isn’t in our corner.”

Curtis’ eyes widened as he realized what she was saying, “y-you can’t take our child away from me. Lil-“

“Tell that to my family’s lawyers, Curtis!” she replied angrily, “if I walk away, I can tell my grandmother that I want you to have nothing to do with our child…and you know what she’ll do? Our lawyers will dig into every aspect of your past, Curtis! I’ll make sure you never see our child! Is that what you want?”

“Y-you can’t do that!”

“I can do whatever the fuck I want!” she growled, glaring at him, “now pick up my ring…apologize…and put it back on my finger.”

“Lily-“

“I said, pick up my ring, apologize, and put it back on my finger, Curtis,” she repeated in a warning tone, “or I walk…and you’ll never so much as meet our child.”

Curtis sighed as he bent down to pick up the ring. When he went to get up, she pushed back down on his shoulder, “you can apologize from there, Curtis…”

He bit back at his anger, and kept his eyes focused on her small, protruding baby bump, “I-I’m sorry, Lily.”

“What?” she asked casually, cupping her hand to her ear, “I couldn’t hear you…what did you say, Curtis?”

“I-I’m sorry…I didn’t mean to side with Ransom or Jess…I-I shouldn’t have,” he said, keeping his eyes focused only on the real reason he was apologizing, “I-I won’t do it again…”

“How do I know that, though, Curtis?” she asked, “how do I even know that you love me when you won’t look at me?”

“I-I love you, Lily…”

“Prove it,” she said simply, “put the ring back on my finger and prove that you love me.”

“H-how?”

“We drove past the courthouse on the way here!” she said simply, “when we pass it again, I want you to stop…and I want us to get married by a justice of the peace…today.”

Curtis froze, “what?”

“This is what I want, Curtis!” she said quickly wiggling her finger, “now put the ring on my finger, and get off the ground and lets go…”

Curtis obeyed, and she held the ring up to her face to examine it. Then she huffed, “after we get married…I need to call the jeweler…you making me throw the ring caused the diamond to get scuffed…I’ll have to see if they can buff it out or if they need to replace it…”

Curtis sighed, knowing that he had to keep it up if there was any shot of him staying in his unborn child’s life, “okay, Lil.”

Chapter 27

#bad girls club #soft curtis everett #curtis everett #snowpiercer au #snowpiercer #chris evans characters

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bronan · 2 years

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Do you have any fun Jack Wheeler headcanons? I would love to hear about them!

wow anon it must be my birthday

Jack Wheeler Headcanons: Fun Edition (headcanons are based on if he were to join the team because I need it)

Sneaky guy. Jack was so good at sneaking around, slipstreaming behind bad guys and taking them out quickly with just whatever crude weaponry he had at his disposal... maybe even just his hands heck. 🤔 What this means in day-to-day life is that he walks so quietly around the hub, just very used to disguising his footfalls out of habit, always takes corners cautiously and is very aware of his surroundings... which means he also accidentally scares the living daylights out of the team probably several times a day.

Piggybacking off of that, once he gets his shocksuit, he absolutely abuses its cloaking feature and will not hesitate to go Solid Snake mode whenever he feels like it. TOTALLY cheats at hide and seek. Snowball fights are a nightmare with this man. You want Jack on your team and no he ain’t ever gonna change because he’s old and set in his ways and he WILL cheat at EVERY single game. He thinks its hilarious.

Sometimes Jack’s feeling extra froggy and decides to play a lil jokester prank on someone but gives himself away before he can scare them. Yeah, sometimes you just gotta terrorize these kids lmaooo

Yes he also cheats at cards yes he is SO good at it. Jack’s sleight of hand is so good, you’ll probably miss it unless you know what to look for. He’s so quietly smug about it, too. He wins by such a landslide, it can drive a person crazy. His poker face will break if you start throwing a tantrum and he’ll probably start laughing his ass off. Go ahead and reach for the nearest lamp at that point and beat him senseless with it-

Talks with his hands, he is actually a pretty animated guy. Especially when he’s excited. The way Jack talks and moves, you kind of get sucked right into the conversation and you might feel invested for no other reason, he’s just got that vibe and that old school charisma. Likes to spin stories and stuff. Jack tends to wear his heart on his sleeve but he doesn’t mean to. (He probably had a dad who told him boys can’t cry/be emotional/etc let’s be real. 😔 oops sorry these are supposed to be fun headcanons-)

Jack always carries a grease rag on him, stuffed into his back jeans pocket, but he also forgets its there way too often and will subconsciously resort to wiping his hands on his jeans or pristine white shocksuit. Dirtiest mf on the team [REAL]

jack👏is👏a👏hugger

HE’S A HUGGER

Sweet tooth. First thing on this man’s mind was kicking the door down to Zeke’s diner and eating a whole ass pie like come on how was I not supposed to take that and run with it. He’ll wake up in the middle of the night, sneak into the kitchen, and grab whatever he’s craving and take it back to bed. You ever wake up with crumbs and shit all over the bed?? yeah him too

Goes to Zeke’s diner for several reasons: to hang out with Zeke (they are buddies), to read the newspaper “in peace” (in quotes because you know Zeke is yacking his ear off the entire time), and to order a black coffee and the breakfast platter and then finish it off with some kind of dessert. The rituals are SO intricate. Simon starts tagging along with him on these morning missions and always promises to behave but man you know how it is with Simon 🥰

Jack was the kind of dad who argued with the umpire 💀 I just know it

no he doesn’t care that the kids “are six years old” ump, that call was BULLSHIT his son just hit the toddler equivalent of a home run are you blind??

he can’t help it, he just gets so invested in whatever Vert is doing and that probably goes tenfold once he finally makes his way back into his life. Making up for lost time and all that. Sorry for being overbearing but man he missed a lot of your milestones, didn’t he, Vert?? damn

okay I kind of ended it on a bit of a sad/bittersweet note but 😔 I hope you enjoyed my silly little thoughts... Jack yelling at the umpire came from an incredibly insightful conversation with @dylantics idk if you are aware but his brain is HUGE

#hot wheels battle force 5 #battle force 5 #jack wheeler #long post #I had this halfway typed out and then my browser decided to explode on me HOMOPHOBIC

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mosasaura · 3 years

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not all hot girls have mean dads, but all girls with mean dads are hot

#this post is about me my dad sucks and im hot as fuck #does your dad gaslight you & go on power trips to try to control you at the sake of someone elses happiness (not even always yours)?#good news!! at least youre hot as hell!!!!!!!#original #imagine being so fucked up that u make your own wife sad about receiving her mothers day gift just so u can establish dominance over ur 20yo #could never be me #dads will be told no once and then have a lil tantrum

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erodasfishtacos · 3 years

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how about when they first noticed ezra was a nervous and anxious baby ?

Seperation

prompt: the moment when h and yn decide that Ezra needs to see a therapist.

warnings: angst

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It’s late at night, like 3 in the morning, and Harry was down in Atlanta for three games with the Braves.

Easton and Cash had long adjusted to their father being away for short spurts of time - doesn’t mean they don’t miss him but they know he’ll come back to them.

Ezra was another story.

YN felt dread anytime he went away for a game because her youngest got so anxious and had trouble sleeping.

He was usually okay during the day (Harry was gone for practice and obligations during most mornings and afternoons).

It was at night time.

She really didn’t want to call and bother her husband because he had just played a game that went into three innings of overtime and had gotten a gnarly bruise on his thigh from a ball hitting him as he batted.

When they’d FaceTimed after the game, about eight, he had been so exhausted in his hotel room that his eyes were nearly closing as he spoke to her.

Now at three, three in the morning, Ezra still hasn’t went to bed because of how fussy and tearful he was - babbling about his father.

“Daddy, daddy, daddy,” He was whining into his mother’s neck, his hot tears rolling down his cheeks and onto her skin.

“Ezzie, baby. We have to calm down. Mama’s here and daddy is okay, he’s just working,” She murmured to him for the hundredth time that night.

YN was sat in the den with him because she didn’t want him waking up his brothers or his little sister who just begun to sleep through the night for the most part.

At one point, she did stir for a night feeding, and as YN sat on her bed - Briar latched sleepily, Ezra was nestled tightly into her other side.

When it hit three-thirty, she began to feel herself get frustrated because she couldn’t fix the situation - no matter what she did.

She knew once tears began rolling down her own cheeks that she had to call Harry.

It was never that she was worried he would be mad that she called, she just felt guilty because he had worked so hard already that day.

YN reaches for her phone, taking a deep inhale before pressing his contact for facetime.

It rings three times before it’s picked up, completely dark in his room, and he rasps out drowsily, “Wha’s going on, mama? Y’alright? The babies alright?”

“I-I can’t get him to settle,” YN takes a deep breath, the sleep deprivation making her want to just break down and sob.

“Daddy? Daddy, daddy, daddy,” Ezra just chants, eyes wide on the screen, searching for his father to just appear but all he sees is darkness.

That causes him to just start bawling his eyes out when he can’t will his father onto the phone like he wants.

“Whoa, Ezzie. Sweet boy, c’mon. Y’gotta breathe s’daddy can understand you,” Harry coos, stirring to turn on the light and illuminate his pillow-creased face.

“Daddy!” His voice is shrill, high-pitched and it makes YN’s ears ring.

“Ezra Duke,” Harry says a little more firmly, “Daddy can’t understand you when you scream, okay?”

The little boy sniffles and tries to catch his breath, leaning into where YN is rubbing soothing circles into his back.

“Miss you,” His son whimpers sadly, bringing his voice down a notch, “Come home, please.”

“I am flying’ home tomorrow, bab. Daddy will be home around noon but you have to be good for mama,” He says, voice still smooth and calm.

“Now!” Ezra screams in a way he usually never does and then continues, “Now! Now daddy! Now!”

Both parents are taking aback, Harry with wide eyes and parted lips as he watching his son through his phone and YN just squeezes her eyes shut, exhaling out of her mouth.

“Mama, breathe,” Harry directs towards her, can tell how overwhelmed she is getting from all the chaos of his screaming.

“Daddy, daddy,” Ezra blubbers, green eyes angry and anxious at the same time, “Please, home!”

YN hears noise from behind her, to see her eight year old padding into the room with his unruly curls poking every which way.

“Mama, is Ezzie okay?” Easton wonders, knuckling his eyes sleepily and then Cash follows right behind him in his dinosaur pajamas.

“Fuck, he woke up the boys,” YN informs Harry tearfully, “I just…I don’t know what to do. I can’t do anything to make him feel better.”

The older boys peek into the screen to smile at their dad and Harry gives them a tense smile, “Hi boys, I know Ez is being loud but can y’two be good f’your mama and go back to bed?”

They agree, giving their upset brother a kiss and then their mom before talking quietly to each other as they walk up the stairs.

“Daddy? Home, please! Hold me!” Ezra wails, clinging to his mother’s neck tightly enough to hurt as he tantrums.

“This is the worst it’s ever been, he’s normally stopped before I’ve had to call you,” YN groans, rocking him swiftly against her for lack of a better idea.

“Wait…” Harry sits up, scrubbing a hand over his puffy face, “Has this been happening’ every time m’away?”

“It just started two to three months ago but he’s always been able to be calmed down within an hour or so,” YN replies, shushing Ezra as he babbles over and over again daddy, daddy, daddy.

Harry’s jaw tightens and his frown settles into a deep crease, “Well why a’ve you not told me that m’baby has been cryin’ for me when I’m gone? Do y’not think that’s important?”

YN recognizes his irritation and is running on less than five hours of sleep over two days and may he’s it back with an even sharper tone.

“We can’t change that you’re gone. I’m trying to handle it, Harry.”

“Y’not doin’ a bloody good job at it!” Harry bites back in frustration, heart pounding in desperation as he hears his son cry for him.

“Daddy, daddy, come on.”

Then YN looks at him with watering, hurt eyes, “I’m doing my best. You’re not here, I can’t make you appear. I’m trying to calm him down without having to wake you up.”

And Harry shouldn’t but he’s angry and misses his babies - all of them but especially the one who needs him the most right now.

“Y’dont think I deserve to know tha’ Ezra’s been acting like this?” Harry snaps before adding, “In this situation, y’best isn’t good enough because he’s still crying and y’still haven’t been able to settle him.”

And wow, those words hit her like a ton of bricks. It was instilling all the insecurities that she had bubbling in her chest.

In this situation, y’best isn’t good enough because he’s still crying and y’still haven’t been able to settle him.

Harry automatically knows that he spoke before he thought and he let his stressed out mind say untrue hurtful things.

He part his lips about to speak before YN cuts him off.

“If you can do it so much better than me, fucking good you. Then come home and fix this because I give up,” YN laughs without humor, finger finding the red button to hang out and disconnecting.

Harry tried calling back over and over and over but YN just hangs her head, sniffling, as she watches her tired, anxious little son finally drift off to sleep.

At some point, her phone stops ringing when he’s given up and it doesn’t ring again until for another thirty minutes.

She knew he was going to keep calling until she picked up - had been that way since they first started dating.

By now, Ezra was asleep in his room and YN was sat against their headboard - having tossed the tear soaked shirt she had on off and was feeding Briar once more.

The millionth facetime request comes through and finally she swipes to answer, he’s furious right as they connect, “D’you have any idea how worried I am? Y’cant ju-“

He stops himself when he sees his baby girl pop her head from her mother’s breast with puffy lips and look at the screen, “Dadadadada.”

“Oh, hi lil’ mama,” Harry changes his tone completely, face softening - “Did I interrupt y’eatin’? S’mama being so nice and feeding you?”

Briar just smiles with a gapped baby tooth smile, a dimple pushing into her left cheek as she does so.

“Guess I’m good for one thing, right? A fucking milk-maker,” YN scoffs at her husband’s opposite tone as she guides Briar gently back down to finish her meal.

Harry frowns, “Y’know tha’s not anything near the truth and tha’ I think you’re the best mama to our babies. M’just upset.”

“You told me my best wasn’t good enough, I can’t believe you would say something like tha’ to me,” YN begins to sniffle again.

“Sweetheart, m’sorry. I ju-“

“What did you call for, Harry? It’s nearly four-thirty in the morning and I haven’t slept for nearly two days now. I want to feed her and go to sleep,” YN’s voice is disconnected and exhausted.

“To talk, I didn’t say how I was feeling correctly-“

“When you come home tomorrow you can fix everything and I’ll let you because I’m not doing a good enough job,” His wife cuts him off again.

Harry starts to feel a ball of worry form in his throat as he hears how unemotional and distance his wife sounds with him.

He had totally said the wrong things as his wife was just trying to do her best at balancing four babies while he was away.

“Please, let me apologize-“

“I would like to go to sleep. Please don’t call back,” YN responds before ending the phone call and leaving the screen dark.

They rarely ever fought. Especially like this.

He’s man enough to admit that he cries after he tries calling back (even though she said not to) and it went straight to voicemail.

He tries facetiming in the morning, at around nine right before if flight takes off - surprised when it actually was picked up.

Harry only sees YN for a brief moment before she’s propping up the camera on the kitchen table so that Easton and Cash are in view eating pancakes and Briar is in her high chair with blueberries staining her chubby cheeks.

Ezra must still be in bed.

“Hi bubbies,” Harry greets with a smile as they’re curls shake as they look up with excited smiles.

“Daddy! You comin’ home?” Cash squeaks excitedly through a mouthful of food.

“Hi dad!” Easton chimes in, waving.

Briar is only half-interested, more taken by the fact that if she squishes the berries between her fingers they turn mushy, babbles out a, “Daddadaa.”

“I’ll be home in like three hours, ‘kay” Harry informs them - his heart aches to be there right now with theme

“Ezzie cried all night,” Cash let’s his father know.

“Mama cried too,” Easton whispers, like it’s a secret that he doesn’t want her to hear, “I think she is really sad.”

Harry squeezes his eyes shut for a minute, “I know. Ezzie was sad last night. Can I talk to mama?”

Easton looks to his mother off camera as she must say something to him to repeat to Harry, “Mama said that she is busy and she’ll see you when you get home.”

He clenches his fist off camera, trying to smile but he knows it’s terse as he says, “Alright, I love you all. See y’when I get home.”

Meanwhile, YN gets all the children settled after breakfast.

Easton, Cash, and Ezra in the backyard - the two older ones digging holes for bugs and the younger playing in the sandbox.

Briar was snoozing in the cradle of YN’s elbow as she sat on a chaise - watching the kids.

She hits the number she was looking for, waiting for it to ring, and then she hears, “Hillside Pediatrics, this is Jess.”

The office knew the family well because Harry is Harry Styles and they have four children who visit there.

YN inquires about therapeutic options for him, resources, and if they had any recommendations for where to take him.

Like the super mom she is, she manages to set up an intake appointment that evening (which was a miracle on its own), call Anne and ask to watch the other children, and then take a deep breathe.

Harry steps through the back door, dressed in his usual Yankees hoodie, Nike shorts, and trainers looking tanner than before.

“Hi bubbies!” He greets, basking in when all of his children look up and squeal excitedly at the sight of their father.

Easton and Cash are the fastest, racing to cling to each legs and nuzzle into his thigh with a tight hug.

Ezra is slower, by the time he’s arrived to his father - there was no room for him to shuffle in and he automatically lets out an earth-shattering wail.

Just like before.

“Daddy! Hold me! Daddy, hold me please!” His youngest son begs desperately, stretching up his arms, and letting hot tears stream down his cheeks.

Harry tuts, reaching for him and popping him on his hip but Ezra has other ideas - scrambling until his nose is pressed into the curve of Harry’s neck with his arms wrapped tightly around him.

“Ezzie, c’mon now,” Harry titters softly, reaching down to give both of his other boys a kiss on the head before they dart back off to play.

“Daddy, miss you,” Ezra blubbers sadly, Harry wincing when his son yanks a bit in his longer curls by the nape of his neck.

“Y’okay, daddy’s got you. Relax, breathe bubba,” His father reassured him, swaying softly back and forth until he’s just sniffing.

“We have an appointment with a children’s play therapist for him later at five,” YN tells him, shushing Briar who’s squeaking from the noise.

Harry takes a deep inhale, “Okay, that sounds like a good idea. Can we talk now since y’been ignoring my calls?”

YN bristles at the attitude in his tone, “Excuse me if I’d rather not be critiqued on my skills as a mother when I am sleep-deprived and stressed out.”

He clenches his jaw, speaking lowly with firmness, “Y’bein’ absurd! I didn’t critique to you, y’blowing things out of proportion! Y’the one who didn’t tell me this was going on!”

“It didn’t get that bad until last night! I could handle it - he would just be upset for a little before bed but he’d never got that anxious before,” She justifies, returning the glare he’s giving her.

“Didn’t think y’could mentioned it to me? I have a right to know, he’s m’baby too. I could have fix this yet you were letting him suffer,” Harry bites out but know as soon as it’s out of his mouth that he wishes he could swallow the words back down.

You were letting him suffer.

YN doesn’t even argue back, just starts bawling because of how hurtful those words were and how could he even say that?

“Mama, fuck- I didn’t, I’m just-“

His wife gets up without a word, using Briar’s blanket to wipe at her wet cheeks, and vanishing through the sliding back doors.

Ezra was snoozing peacefully on him and he couldn’t leave the boys outside alone so he resorts to sitting down on one of the outdoor couches and curse internally.

He couldn’t believe he was being so cruel. He just felt so….betrayed that she hadn’t told him what had been going on and he felt like he was letting down Ezra.

It was a nasty feeling of guilt in the pit of his stomach because he was away so much from his family and it was stressful for everyone.

He wanted to cry at the idea of his son crying for him every night.

Harry starts to get anxious when YN isolates herself in their bedroom with Briar for the next upcoming hours.

He knocks softly, opening the door to YN turned on her side away from him, under the covers, with Briar asleep in her bassinet asleep.

“Mama? Y’awake?” Harry murmurs cautiously with a sandwich and chips since she’d disappeared and hadn’t been down once, water in the other hand.

“Are the boys okay?” YN asks quietly, not bothering to turn over to face him.

“Yes, babies are fine. They’re watchin’ Toy Story right now, eatin’ lunch,” Harry replies, eyes falling in his beautiful little daughter.

“If the boys are fine then I don’t want you in here,” YN tells him with an angry tone but low enough that it won’t disturb Briar.

Harry nearly whimpers.

“Baby, please. We need to talk-“

“If the boys are fine, I want you to leave me alone.”

Harry hesitates by the door, feeling helpless as he slips the plate onto the dresser in case she is hungry but he doubts she’ll touch it.

“Alright, I’ll leave y’be. Call me if y’need anythin’ or help with Briar,” He offers, trying to buy time in the room.

She laughs sarcastically, “Yeah, I’ll make sure you’re notified because I can’t do a good enough job myself.”

Harry sighs, running a hand through his hair, trying to conjure up the perfect words to fix this situation but it’s interrupted.

“Daddy? Daddy? Where? Hold me!” Ezra screeches as Easton stands outside the door with him, holding his hand.

“Dad, he won’t stop,” The oldest complains with annoyance as Ezra scurries to his father and up into his arms.

“Daddy daddy,” He chants into his father’s skin with relief.

“Thank y’East, Ezzie’s been sad lately. Huh?” Harry replies, thumbing at Easton’s cheek.

The oldest shrugs, “Not always. Mama cheers him up all the time with kisses and hugs.”

Harry gazes back to the lump under the blankets and feels himself getting choked up. He really really regretted his words.

He didn’t regret being upset with her. He regrets the cheap shots he took at his wife who’s just trying to be a full time mom to his babies.

“Mama?” Ezra squeaks at the word, realizing he hasn’t seen her recently and then he’s back to tantruming, “Mama, mama, mama. Where’s mama?”

“M’right here, Ez,” YN murmurs, flipping to her other side so that her youngest could see her. His face lights up and he scurries to the bed, scampering up until his mom is tucking him under the blankets with her.

Harry’s heart aches when Ezra whimpers quietly and burrows into her warm chest with happiness that he found his mother.

“Y’got him?” Harry asks, hand raking through Easton’s curls as he leans into his father’s side.

“Can we go play now, dad?” Easton asks impatiently, tugging his father out of the room and down the staircase.

Anne shows up and the two older ones are so excited, bouncing up and down as they tug her into the backyard to show her the holes they dug with Briar popped on her hip - gnawing on her shirt collar.

YN brings Ezra down the stairs, curls tamed with a bit styling mousse and a little adias x disney outfit that was the cutest thing ever. ***

Harry reaches out to take Ezra off YN but he whines and shakes his head, clinging to his mother like it was life or death.

“No daddy! Mama!” Ezra pouts angrily, glaring at his father with protectiveness.

He puts his hands up, “Okay, okay. Y’can stay with y’mama.”

The car ride is silent, Harry doesn’t know what to say and YN isn’t giving him anything to work with. He feels like he’ll just say the wrong thing again.

When they pull up to the building and Harry puts it in park, he’s startled when his wife just starts bawling into her hands.

Harry freezes for a second with wide eyes before rumbling, “Mama, sweetheart. Please don’t cry, it breaks m’heart, darlin’.”

“I’m…I’m no-not a good mom,” YN cries, “I wanted to tell you but I was scared. I don’t want you to think I can’t handle raising our babies.”

Harry pries her hands away from her face, cupping her cheeks and firmly staring, full conviction in his voice, “If I didn’t think y’could handle four babies then I wouldn’t have put them in you. I wouldn’t talk about putting more in you.”

YN’s eyes are watering, letting Harry swipe the tears away with his thumbs as she inhales deeply, “I am so so sorry I didn’t tell you. I don’t want you to worry when you’re away.”

Harry leans forward, kissing her harshly before whispering against her lips, “I don’t give a fuck about baseball in comparison to you and the kids. I’d give it up this second if y’asked. I want to worry because you’re the love of m’life and I’m y’husband - I’m here to support you and support our family.”

He continues, “I am a bit frustrated with you. I want you to tell me everything I miss when I’m gone even if it stresses me out or upsets me. Okay? But I shouldn’t have said hurtful things. You’re the best mama on this planet and y’treat our babies the best.”

YN nods, willing herself to stop crying as their appointment starts in ten minutes as she takes steady breathes.

“I forgive you. I’m sorry I let my pride get in the way. I just…I feel like you do everything for us and the least I could do is manage the kids,” She sighs with self-deprecation.

“Mama, just because one of our bubs needs therapy doesn’t mean you’re not doing a perfect job. We’ve always know Ezzie was an anxious baby. This is going to be good for him and for us, right?” He encourages, nosing at her cheek before she offers up her lips once more for a short kiss.

“I love you,” YN tells him, running a thumb of a light dusting of stubble on his jawline.

“Love y’more than anything,” He replies instantly.

Ezra is nervous as they step into the calming, peaceful office where there are neatly organized buckets of toys and shelves of books.

Patricia was a middle-aged woman with a kind smile who welcomed them in, she observed how Ezra had himself wrapped around his dad with hesitant green eyes peeking at her.

As they sit down, Patricia says softly, “This must be Ezra?”

They all wait for a moment before the toddler turns around to look at the woman and says timidly, “m’Ezzie.”

“Hi Ezzie,” The therapist greets and he gives her a cautious smile before nuzzling back into his father’s neck.

The discuss what has been going on. How Ezra has always been very nervous, anxious, cautious in a way that none of his other siblings are.

How he struggles when one of his parents is away from him, how he can get upset if he can’t find one of his siblings, or how much he worries about things most kids his age don’t worry about.

Patricia does an excellent job in calming down the parents, assuring them that it was nothing out of the norm, and that therapy would be beneficial for him.

She states that they’ll work a lot of feelings - being able to describe and recognize them. That will be one of the most important things.

Also working on his ability to calm down and cope with stressful situations, recommending once a week which of course his parents agreed to.

By the end of the intake, Ezra had ventured to take one of the baby dolls from a bin and bring it back to his father.

“Look daddy, s’a baby,” He lisps proudly, holding it up to show him.

“Good job, bubs,” Harry laughs, leaning to kiss his forehead - watching him toddle off to find more dolls to play with.

That night, after all the kids go to bed, and YN is finishing her final feeding with Briar in her nursery before putting in her crib.

Harry runs a nice, steaming bath with lavender bubbles and a candle burning with the lights dimmed low.

When she finds him, he slowly undresses her with warm kisses and praises of how good of a wife and mother she is.

They lay in there together, YN between his legs with her head rested on his chest, as his hands massage at her tummy and hips lovingly.

And yeah, everything is okay after that.

They get up the next day and everything is back to normal except now Ezra goes to therapy once a week with his parents.

(Ezra ends up working with Patricia until he’s in about sixth grade.)

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sainadazai · 3 years

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hi, could I request dad ushijima headcanons?

Yes ofc :)

Things Dad!Ushi does

He doesn't understand that when your child is a baby, they are...just a baby

Speaks to them seriously as if they will respond to him

It's cute tho-

He will be in the kitchen warming up some milk at midnight, asking the baby about their day

"Your mother told me you almost fully lifted your head today. I always told her you would be strong c/n."

Ushijima goes on a run each morning, and if his kid is being fussy, he just straps them in a carrier and takes them with

It's like weight training

He won't admit to this, but when he is alone with the two of you, he likes to play with their little belly fat

It's so cute how their tummy is chubby he just wants to kiss it all the time-

When they grow more and begin walking and talking, he will realize somehow that he produces the most genius kids in the world

Will ask for more

He knows you don't like it, but he never palys the stupid kids shows when he's watching them, he always puts on a volleyball match

Thinks that he can manipulate the infant into loving volleyball

Doesn't goof around at all, though

You are for playtime and Ushi is for serious training 😡

Instead of teasing around with toys he will do drills with your 4 year old 😀

Sports is how he has fun, so he figures that they will too

It's kinda funny to come home to find a grown man in your backyard doing push-ups next to a pre-schooler

He cheers them on, too, just to be sure they don't feel sad

"Thats it, your almost at two push-ups c/n, hold on, we must record this! Your mother will be so proud she always tells me she likes muscles."

He doesn't understand that the strength isn't what makes you like his muscles :/

Its okay though

Does not give a shit about gender norms because he never knew they existed.

He will let them go to school in a too too and polka dot leggings if they want. Regardless of gender.

He thinks anything they chose to wear is perfect- so why would he change it

If anyone teases them he WILL be seeing the principle about it.

He loves taking them to the gym with him when they are old enough.

Not to workout, but to meet his team

Kageyama pretends to hate them but they play tag all day

Your kid is competitive as shit. Can't help it, it's in the genes

So they will throw tantrums if they ever lose st anything.

However, you can't rely on your wonderful baby daddy to help because he insists on never intentionally losing a game.

They like to play connect four together

So one day you teach your six your old an easy way to beat dad and instead of shaking hands and admitting defeat he refuses to talk to them all day-

Ushi doesn't like losing :/ so now you have two babies to take care of

He wants three kids.

He says that they will be bestfriends and he always wanted siblings growing up

But when you bring home your second child and the first one starts to throw toys at it he gets so confused.

At first he yells, and c/m goes to time out "we do not throw toys!"

But later that night, when you are sound asleep and he is waiting for the baby to inevitably get hungry, he is wondering why on earth your kids wouldn't love eachother

Like...#2 is so cute? Looks just like c/n with that cite lil baby chub :(

He solves the problem by saying that exactly to the 6 year old 😃

"But c/n they have little fat legs? And chubby cheeks? And they laugh when they fart? Just like you."

Somehow it works tho-

They bond over farts and Ushi regrets this so much

He buys a dad car

Two car seats and toys and Disney music

His teammates tease him for it but it so convenient? Why didn't he buy it ages ago?

Struggles a lot with letting go

Like when he has to travel for games

Puts on a brave face for the kids and the calls you on the plane begging to see them and know what you were doing the 30 minutes he's been gone

Being a dad doesn't make him laze off on sex.

He IS a dilf

Although he doesn't know what a dilf is

He is prepared to read a story book to his babies and then pound you into that mattress

Sometimes he does get sick of them

Not specifically, but once they are old enough to argue with him he gets so tired

He insists on not yelling at them

So when thry don't listen he has to put on that stern and scary face but deep inside he really just wants to give them anything they want

Only disciplines them because he knows you'll get mad at him for not

They know how to schmooze him, though

It's the same look you used to give him

Those big brights eyes and soft pout, almost teary with want

He gives in everytime

The man can't help himself he made SUCH CUTE KIDS TF

You don't like it. But you let it happen

Because you know he loves them more than anything in the world <3

#hq daichi #hq atsumu #hq ushijima #domestic haikyuu #hq smut #hq anime #hq imagines #hq hcs

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letarasstuff · 3 years

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The Hotch Stare

(A/N): This was requested by an anon and is based on this post. I never ever want to be on the receiving end of a Hotch Stare.

Summary: Mouthing off is one thing, but mouthing off towards Erin Strauss?

Wordcount: 0.7k

✨Masterlist✨ ______________________________

Hotch never expected parenting to be easy. Once Haley was pregnant with their first, (Y/N), everyone told them about the stress and pain that they will endure over the course of the next few decades.

They knew of the terrible twos and got through them twice. They got through diaper duties, sleepless nights and several tantrums. But for this, they weren’t prepared and since Haley’s death, Hotch isn’t ready for them anyway: Teenage years.

Ever since (Y/N) hit her teens, she went through some changes. The greatest is her newfound attitude. For her father, it seems like her sass level grew a hundred times over the summer. To anything he says, she got a quip right back at him. In exchange, Hotch has the infamous Hotch Stare for her. Which shuts the mouthy teenager up pretty quickly. Honestly, it shuts anyone up in no time.

Today (Y/N) decided to pay Aaron a visit at the office after school. “Hey Dad”, she greets him as she enters his office. He looks up from his paperwork and smiles a ghost of a smile at her sigh. “Hey Honey, how was school?”

The teenager sighs as she sits down on the couch. “Nothing interesting, you know, the usual. What about-” (Y/N) is cut off by the sudden opening of the door. A “geez” is muttered under her breath.

“Hotch, I need these filed and sorted by yesterday”, an older blonde woman throws what looks like a mountain of paperwork on the Unit Chief’s desk. (Y/N) looks up at her speechless, clearly still not noticed by her.

“Uh, I try my best. But I still got other reports to fill out. I think you need anybody else to do that for you, if you want it to be done as soon as possible, ma’am.” The teenager still can’t put a name to that person, but she gets more aggravated by her the more she talks so demanding to her father.

The blonde doesn’t even blink at Hotch’s honest response. “I don’t care, I want you to do it. It has the highest priority right now.” Seeing her father getting chewed out with an ounce of respect for him, makes (Y/N) snap.

“And here I thought you have to be an adult, who knows basic manners like knocking and greeting someone formally, to work at the FBI. But I guess this just isn’t tru-” As she looks up, the teenager sees her father shooting her a mean glare. It immediately stops her. “Uh, if you need me, I’m outside”, she quickly mutters and takes her backpack to escape the awkward situation.

For the next ten minutes (Y/N) hides in the bathroom until she musters up the courage to go out into the bullpen again. A smiling Derek greets her there. “My girl, you have some nerves going and talking to Strauss like that. I think somebody has to give you a medal or something, nobody dares to say something like that to her.” At this her eyes widen.

“That was Erin Strauss?! Shoot, I have to flee the country. Uhm Derek, tell my dad that I suddenly got super sick and had to go home. I need to pack a back and dunno, take the next train to-” “(Y/N)!” Said teenager pales. “It was nice knowing you, lil Hotchner. I will hold a speech at your funeral, I promise”, Morgan pats her back and goes to his own desk, while (Y/N) walks up the stairs to her father’s office.

“Close the door behind you, please.” At this she prepares to get yelled at. Instead he stands up and shakes his daughter’s hand with a big smile. “Congratulations, you just did something I wanted to do for years. Just make sure to not cross Strauss’ way for the next few weeks, then you might have a chance to stay alive. But we still have to talk about your attitude towards superiors.”

(Y/N) nods, mentally preparing for the oncoming lecture at home.

#aaron hotch x reader #aaron hotch x daughter!reader #aaron hotch #aaron hotchner #aaron hotch x teen!reader #aaron hotch fanfiction #x reader #x daughter!reader #x teen!reader #reader insert #Criminal Minds #criminal minds fanfiction #hotch x daughter!reader #hotch x teen!reader

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watermelonlovershigh · 3 years

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Day in the Life of a Single Dad with a 2 Yr Old

This was requested by this anon.

AN: let me know if you guys like fluff fics & i'll try to write them as frequent as my smut & sicfics. also couldn't come up with a better title so... yeah the title is a lil iffy.

Things to help you understand this story better:

(Harry is a single parent/Harry is 25/Harry is a healthy eater/Loves his daughter so much)

Harry is peacefully sleeping in his bed alone. Covers to his chin, curled up on his side. That is until his beautiful two year old daughter comes barging in there to wake her daddy up. He shouldn't be asleep she thinks. It's too late. In reality its only 7 am on a Saturday, but to an early riser like her, he should be awake and playing with her. Or making her breakfast.

Her little feet pad over to her daddy's side of the bed. She can barley reach him due to the height of his bed, but manages to stretch her little arms up and taps on Harrys face. "Daddy, wake up." she speaks in her little British accent. Harry slowly opens his eyes and immediately squeezes them shut because of the sunlight coming from the window blinding him. "Daddy!!" his daughter says a little louder.

If his daughter was any older, Harry might tell her to wait a few minutes or go back to bed because it's too early, but he knows she's only 2. So he forces his eyes open again and reaches down to hook his hands in her tiny arm pits to lift her on the bed. "Why are you awake so early babe." he asks in a gravely voice, while placing her on his bare chest.

"I hungry." her tiny voice replies.

"Mhmm what would you like?" Harry mumbles sleepily.

"Sweets." she says innocently.

"I don't think so love. We don't eat sweets for breakfast. It will give you a tummy ache. What about a healthy fruit salad. We have some Watermelon and Strawberries in the fridge." he replies to his daughter who's straddling his chest.

"NO, I WANT SWEETS! I WANT SWEETS!" she yells back with angry tears threatening to escape.

"D/n, we do not yell!" her father speaks firmly. "We can't have sweets but we can have something other than a fruit salad if you want. Lets go down and see what we have." With a tight grip on his upset daughter, Harry gets out of bed and makes his way down the spiral staircase and into the kitchen.

This wasn't something new to him. Ever since his daughter turned 2 in August, she's been acting up a lot more than previously. You could say it was the terrible twos everyone talks about. Harry tries his hardest to teach her the proper ways to behave but it's been proven to be a lot more difficult than anticipated. Especially hard when he's busy all the time and isn't with her 24/7 like stay-at-home mums are or stay-at-home dads were. He's a musician. Not a so called musician that gets excited to book a Friday night at the local pub. No, Harry is a international pop star.

When he ended up getting a one-night stand pregnant, he told them they could do what they wanted as far keeping the baby or not. Harry has always been one to agree that its a women's choice. But his one-night stand wanted to have the baby. Honestly, you'd think Harry would get angry that she decided to keep it, but he wasn't. Maybe it wasn't the ideal situation to have a baby from a one-night stand that he had on tour, but he being the loving Harry everyone seems to know and love, of course tried to look at it as a positive thing. But when his daughter was born, his one-night stand got her minute of fame by saying she had Harry Styles baby and left. Abandoned her own blood. Harry had to get full custody of his daughter and ever since then she's been living with her daddy.

It was really hard the first few months of her life. A baby needs their mothers comfort and warmth and she had none of that. She never got the opportunity to breast feed or feel the love of her mother, and Harry feels sick just thinking about it. So Harry put his career on hold for a few months to take care of his daughter and show her that someone cares for her. He never wanted her to feel unloved. It was his biggest fear. That's why every day since the day she was born, he tells her how much he loves her. Shows her how much he loves her.

He did all her nightly feedings with warmed up formula in bottles. He changed her diapers at all hours of the day. He gave her baths every day to make sure she smelled nice and clean. And when she turned 1 years old and was getting more active, he took her to the studio with him and let her play her toys.

Just because Harry is a single parent doesn't mean he doesn't have help or support. He has a lot of help when it comes to taking care of his daughter. His sister Gemma babysits all the time for him when he's got something very important to do at the studio where he'd prefer if his daughter wasn't there. Harry's mum watches his daughter frequently when he has a interview he needs to attend. Even some of Harry's friends watch or take care of her when needed. Especially some of his ex bandmates that have kids of their own now. Harry's daughter has playdates with Bear, Liam's son about once a month. They're about the same age and their dads are friends so it works out great. His daughter has even played with Freddie, Louis's son. Not as much because Freddie lives in America but when he comes to England to spend time with his father they hang out. Freddie and Harry's daughter are quite similar. They were both created due to a one-night stand. The only difference is Freddie's mum wanted him. Didn't abandon him. So he has a relationship with both parents. Needless to say, besides all the things a mother can give to their child, his daughter has a good life. People love her, and once again that's all Harry could ask for. People and himself to love his daughter.

After fighting with his daughter about what to eat for breakfast, she finally settles for some Strawberry pancakes as long as they have chocolate syrup on top. Harry gives in and allows a little chocolate for her to have with breakfast. She sits in her high chair munching on the pancakes while Harry cleans the mess from cooking. Like washing the pan and wiping the stove off. When he's finished cleaning, he notices his daughter has stopped eating and is just making a mess with her food at this point.

Walking up to her high chair, Harry bends down and lifts her sticky body up and says, "Alright, time to give you a bath little one."

"No bath daddy! Me no want a bath!" she yells and attempts to kick her fathers legs but Harry grabs ahold of them in his big hand and stops her movements which makes her small body more angry. She screams very loud in his ear and pounds her baby fist in his shoulders, expressing her anger. Harry really wants to get upset. But what he's read in parenting books is that if you ignore their behavior and act like you don't see their tantrums, it will make it better and they'll give up on trying so hard to show their anger. Because most toddlers have tantrums to try and get attention from their parent(s). By ignoring it, you're not feeding into it.

"I'm sorry but you have chocolate all over you love. Need to get you clean because I need to take you to the studio for a few hours with me today. How does that sound?" trying to make bath time and going to the studio sound fun.

After fighting with Darcy to get in the bath, Harry finally got her in the tub. He struggled to wash her curly hair due to the fact she wouldn't sit still, even after he gave her a rubber ducky to play with. Once he's washed her hair and chocolate covered body, Harry picks her up and wraps her in a big fluffy towel, then takes her to her room to get changed. He manages to get a pull up on her, (still trying to potty train), and puts a lovely red track suit on her with some Gucci shoes. Then he carries her in front of the bathroom mirror to brush her hair.

"Be good for daddy and let me brush your hair." Harry tells his daughter in a gentle manner.

As soon as he passes the brush in her hair, his daughter screams, "Owww, it hurts daddy!"

10 minutes later, Harry has brushed her locks and put her hair into some cute pigtails. With his 2 year old crying in the process. He's pretty good at doing hair because he used to have longer hair himself. Then he picks her up off the counter and places her on the ground, walking her to his bedroom.

"Can you lay in my bed while I get ready? I'll put on your favorite show." he questions calmly.

"Peppa Pig, Peppa Pig, Peppa Pig!" is daughter chants.

"Alright, alright." He picks up his baby girl and sets her in the middle of his bed. Then he grabs the remote to turn his wall mounted tv on. He scrolls on Netflix and finds Peppa Pig to keep her occupied. Then goes to his bathroom to get dressed and ready to head to the studio.

When he exits his bathroom fully dressed and ready to leave, he finds a sleeping toddler on his bed, snuggled into his pillow. Her perfectly outlined lips slightly parted. Harry can't help but smile. He loves his baby girl with his entirety and seeing her peaceful like this makes him so happy. He turns the tv off and carefully picks her up into his arms and heads down the stairs to his car in the garage. But not before stopping by her room to pick up her mini backpack that holds extra pullups and a sippy cup full of juice, with some of her toys as well. Her tiny face is stuffed into her daddy's neck and Harry can feel light puffs of air hitting his skin. He puts his daughter in her car seat and buckles her up properly. Then gets in himself to drive to the studio.

About 5 minutes away from the studio, Darcy wakes up from her late morning nap and whines out, "Me wanna go home and play with you!"

"I'm sorry but I have to work for a little bit. I'll play with you when we get home later. How does that sound Hmm?" She was not satisfied with her fathers answer and starts wailing. Hot salty tears run down her little cheeks and she makes exaggerated sounds to emphasize her crying. She kicks at the seat in front of her and balls her fist up as if she's going to hit something but unfortunately to her, she can't reach a single thing due to her seat belt. Once again, Harry just ignores her cries of anger and turns the radio on loud to block it out.

By the time they arrive at the studio, Harry's daughter has calmed down. She's still upset but at least she isn't crying and that's progress in Harry's eyes. He parks his car in a secluded area to hide from potential paparazzi and unbuckles her. Then shields her face form potential cameras and make their way into the music studio. Harry has to record some audio for his newest album so that's why he needed to come in today. They enter the studio where the rest of his solo band is. He prefers to record the instruments live instead of manufactured drums and guitars.

At some point when he was getting ready in his home bathroom, Harry had called his assistant and told her he needed to bring his daughter in to the studio with him so she could watch her while he's busy. She agreed but being Harry Styles assistant, it wasn't really an option. Not that Harry would force her but she's an assistant for a reason. To do jobs Harry assigns her. In this case babysit his toddler while he records a song. He doesn't have anyone else today and unfortunately can't leave her at home with a mummy like many other fathers can. He's just happy his job allows his daughter to be somewhat a part of it. Not in the spotlight because he keeps his daughters identity a secret from the public for her protection, but as far as her going to the studio with him or when she gets older, she can come on tour with him.

Harry's assistant takes his toddler and her mini backpack full of her essentials. They hang out in the open area, out of the way from his band and he himself so he can get what he needs to get done so they can wrap everything up for the album. Harry's daughter actually loves his assistant. They have grown quite close over the 2 years of her life. But because she's going through her terrible twos, the toddler didn't want to behave for anyone today.

About an hour into Harry's work, he's interrupted with a frantic assistant that has a screaming toddler in her arms. "I'm sorry Harry but she's been crying for about 30 minutes and I've done everything I know to do to get her to calm down." Harry isn't upset his assistant came to him for help with his baby. That's not the type of guy he is.

Harry takes off his headphones and walks over to them. He picks his little girl up into his tattooed arms and questions, "Love, why are you upset for? If you keep crying, you'll end up with a tummy ache."

She just hugs around her fathers neck with her little arms and says, "Want you daddy." Those words almost breaks his heart. Harry doesn't know where this sudden want for him has came from.

"You can have me all you want when I'm finished working, alright. I'll be done shortly." He struggles to pass her back over to his assistant, but finally manages. "Maybe she's hungry. I'll give you a few pounds to take her through drive thru at McDonalds. Would you like McDonalds d/n?" She just nods her pigtailed head. He would suggest for them to go inside, but the public knows what his assistant looks like so they'd know that was his daughter. The daughter that has her identity secret for now. His assistant takes the toddler to the McDonalds drive thru and orders her some chicken nuggets. Even through Harrys pescatarian, he still allows his daughter to eat meats. Then Harry goes back to work in the studio.

Around 2 in the afternoon, Harry and the two year old make it back home. The rest of the evening was a little hectic with a few tantrums here and there. Harry cooked them a nice meal for dinner at about 6 and played dolls with her in the short period of time she wasn't upset. Then comes the dreaded bedtime.

Harry changes her into some pjs and helps her brush her teeth. Then when he went to put her in bed, she started crying for the 100th time today. "Me sleep with you daddy." she cries out. There's a part of him that wants to say yes and cave in, but the parent part of him is saying no. She needs to learn to be a big girl. Harry really doesn't understand why she wants to sleep with him all the sudden. She normally has no problem sleeping by herself.

"No baby. You need to be a big girl and sleep in your bed sweetheart. I'm right next door if you need me though okay." His daughter clings to his body and cries fat tears. Harry decides to stay in her room until she falls asleep. So that's what he does. When she subsumes to sleep, he lays her down in her bed and pulls the covers up over her frail body. Then exits her room quietly.

Harry changes into some comfier clothes himself and goes down stairs to get himself a glass of wine. Then he sits on the sofa and turns a series on to watch before bed. Times like now is when he wishes he had a wife. He'd even take a girlfriend. Just someone to hold him late at night and cuddle with him. Even have some type of intimacy. Ever since he found out about his daughter, Harrys game of sleeping around stopped. He didn't want to keep sleeping with random girls when he was becoming a dad. He was raised better than that. So needless to say he was lonely. In every way possible. Mentally, and physically.

Whilst in the middle of the show he's watching, Harry is brought back to reality when he hears a blood-curdling scream from up the stairs. He rushes to set his wine down on the coffee table and runs to his daughters room. When he walks in there, his heart sinks. The toddler is crying so hard she's gasping for air. It's a different cry that he's seen through-out the day. Unlike her terrible twos tantrums, this cry sounds like she's scared. Harry runs to her and picks her up. "Hey what's wrong my love? Tell daddy what's wrong." he asks of his child, soothing her to his chest.

As her tears slow down in the comfort of her daddy's arms, she mumbles, "You left me." Once again Harrys confused because she never acts like this.

Harry walks out her bedroom and goes to sit with her on the sofa downstairs. Then he turns her around on his lap to look at her face more clearly. "Baby, you need to tell daddy why you got scared or why you want me all the sudden."

The little 2 year old takes a deep breath and speaks in her little accent, "On Peppa Pig, they...they said kids like me are supposed to have a mummy AND a daddy. They said daddies can't love their babies like mummy's can. Me was scared you don't love me anymore." Her voice cracked saying the last bit with fresh tears running down her face and Harry has glossy eyes looking down at his distressed but beautiful mini twin. That's right. They look almost exactly alike. He thanks God every day for that because he doesn't want to look at his daughter and be reminded of a one-night stand that's a piece of shit of a mother.

"Look at me d/n. I love you so so so much. I will NEVER stop loving you." at this point he has to take a deep breath so compose his emotions, "And not all kids have mummies. There are a lot of kids who just have a daddy or some just have a mummy. But it doesn't mean I love you any less. Okay?! Don't listen to what they said in Peppa Pig. They were wrong." Finishing his speech, Harry pulls her tiny body forward and hugs her to his warm chest. He has silent tears running down his face. Both hands spread over her boney back. He thinks tonight is appropriate enough to allow her to sleep with him. She needs comfort. "Would you still like to sleep with me?" he asks in a whisper.

"Pleaseee." she responds while crying. Harry stands form the couch, turning the television off and abandoning his barley touched wine glass, and goes to his bedroom. The turns the overhead light off and walks over to the bed. Peeling the covers back, Harry and his daughter, whose on his chest, slide under the warm blankets together. Now she has just about stopped crying. Just little whimpers leaving her body, along with a few hiccups. Harry reaches over to turn the lamp off, leaving the room completely dark. He shushes his baby until her eyes slowly close and she falls asleep with her face burred in his neck and arms around his neck. Her short legs lay limp over his stomach.

Harry has a difficult time falling asleep that night. He feels sorry for his baby girl because he worries that movies and shows with two parents will make her sad and left out because she doesn't have a mummy. He just prays she will see all she'll ever need is her daddy to protect her and love her for the rest of eternity.

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plaidbooks · 3 years

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Rough Beginnings

A/N: So! This idea spawned after reading @cycat-carisi story, We. Please read that first, then come back here for this prequel! This also covers the Mafia square in @adarafaelbarba moodboard bingo!

Tags: mentions of a prostitution ring, talks of murder and mafia-related goings-on

Words: 1964

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Sonny never hated his job more than when he went undercover. He had hated when he was posing as a homeless man with an eye for children, but this was worse. So. Much. Worse.

His cover story for this job was that he was part of the Italian mob, and he had been hired on as security for a prostitution ring; some huge network that was international but had its roots right here in Manhattan. Him, along with multiple real mafia members, were in charge of transporting girls, drugs, and anything else the head honcho told them to.

It had been three months since he went under; his beard itched his face still, his leather jacket was starting to be uncomfortable, and he wanted nothing more than to take all of these bastards down. But they didn’t have enough yet. So, he had to stick it out a little longer—at least, that’s what he told himself. A little longer, a little longer. He wasn’t sure how much “little longer” he had left in him.

Sonny lived in the housing quarters his boss supplied him, along with three other mafia guys. He had almost zero contact with the world outside his job—all the information he gathered was sent in a coded text from a burner. But he was starting to miss his friends and family. At least his employer understood that as part of the Italian mob, Sonny was allowed to go to church on Sundays…if there wasn’t something big happening.

His saving grace came a month later, while standing guard at his boss’s door. A woman he’d seen before came stomping up to him, and he braced himself; he knew that look.

“Let me see my father,” you snarled.

Sonny rose his hands defensively. “I was given orders ta not let anyone in. That includes you,” he replied, crossing his arms once more and trying to puff out his chest. But you simply glared at him.

“Fuck you; let me in, before I force my way in,” you growled.

He chuckled, eyeing you. “Ya really think you can get passed me? Let’s see ya try, doll.”

You gave him another impressive glare before trying to lunge passed him, reaching for the handle. Sonny caught you easily around your midsection, lifting you and placing you down at arm’s length in front of him.

“That the best ya got?” he teased. This wasn’t the first time you tried to brute force your way passed him before, and he was sure it wouldn’t be the last. But you had a trick up your sleeve.

You let your bottom lip quiver, tears appearing in your eyes. “Pl-please, sir, let m-me see my—” you trailed off, sniffling loudly.

“Ah geez, don’t be doing that. Come on; he’s in a meeting and will be out soon. Just wait a lil, okay?” he said, a touch of pleading in his voice.

But you didn’t stop, letting the tears trail down your cheeks. You let out a loud sob, and Sonny wanted to rip his hair out; he didn’t need a tantrum with daddy’s spoiled brat right now. He internally winced at that; he didn’t really believe that that was what you were, but when you came up here, trying to cry your way in, his mind went there.

You let out another loud sob. “Please, doll, I promise ta let him know as soon as he’s free—” Sonny started, but he was cut off by the door behind him opening. He stood at attention—like a good little lapdog—and the man who was having a meeting with his employer came out. He took one look at you, then left, rolling his eyes. You quickly wiped your face with your shirt before your dad appeared.

“And what are you doing here?” your father asked, annoyance dripping from his voice.

Sonny felt bad for you, but said nothing, gave away no emotions on his face as you requested to speak with him, privately.

He nodded, and Sonny moved out of the way, letting you enter, the door closing softly behind you both. He released a breath; it was always high tension after a meeting. But Sonny also found himself feeling sorry for you, having a father like that. He was hoping that when the walls came down, you’d at least be spared; you had no real idea of your father’s business, how big and deep it ran.

The meeting between you and your father didn’t last long, and soon enough, the door was opening once more behind him.

“Sonny; drive my daughter home. Giuliano will cover you until you're back,” your father ordered.

Sonny nodded, letting you pass him before following you. He kept his emotions in check, but he saw the look on your face; sadness, betrayal, and fear. He vaguely wondered what you had talked about but didn’t want to pry; he could be fired or worse for it.

It wasn’t until halfway through the drive to your place that he asked if you were okay.

“Fantastic,” you muttered, staring out the window.

Sonny wasn’t sure why he couldn’t keep his damn mouth shut; the words just spilled out. “Ya father is a hard man. I’m sorry ya have ta deal with that.” It was a mistake, he knew; if you were indeed loyal to your father, then saying that out loud was a good way to end up dead.

You blinked in surprise at his bluntness, and for his apology. “Y—yeah, he is. I wouldn’t let him catch you saying that, though.”

He nodded. “Uh, how ‘bout makin’ it our little secret, then?” he asked, hoping beyond hope that you’d say nothing about this to him.

“Our little secret…. Yeah, okay,” you replied dryly, eyes going back to the window.

*******************

After that conversation, Sonny’s boss would often send him to you, whether to drive you or as extra protection—more like babysitting, to Sonny. But he found that he couldn’t complain; it was the only time he could be close to his true self…plus it was safer and better than doing other, illicit things. Even if he should be doing those things for intel. And of course, he never slipped up like he had on that first car ride. No, he was Sonny from the Italian mob, not the soft-hearted detective. He held you at arm’s length, determined to not let the mask slip. But something about you got to him, and he found himself afraid of you. Afraid that he’d make a mistake, and that you would see right through him.

“Sonny, why do you do this job?” you asked one day while he was driving you home. It had been over a month since your father had basically assigned Sonny to you.

He tried to stay neutral, but you saw how he adjusted his grip on the steering wheel. “’Cause it’s a job. I was hired.”

“That’s a bullshit answer and you know it,” you replied, smiling.

His jaw tightened. “Nah, see, when my boss tells me ta do somethin’, I do it.”

“You’re not like the rest, though. The others, I see murder in their eyes. They have such dark thoughts; it’s almost like they’re hoping my father gives them a kill order,” you explained. True, your father told you that they were security guards for his business, but you never bought that story; they were more like murderers than security. The day when Sonny kept you out of your father’s office was the first time you noticed that he was different; his eyes were soft, and he talked to you like a person, rather than making vaguely concealed threats. He seemed to genuinely care when you started to fake cry, even though you knew that he knew it was fake.

His bright blue eyes met with yours in the rearview mirror for a brief moment before flicking back to the road. “We don’t kill—”

“Stop lying to me, Sonny. Please. I deserve to know what’s going on,” you said, a slight begging tone in your voice.

So that confirmed it; you had no idea what your father was capable of. Sonny swallowed, wanting this conversation to end. “Talk ta ya father, not me—”

“I’ve tried! Multiple times! I’m not an idiot; I know he’s shady as hell. But just what are you protecting?”

“If he’s not willin’ ta tell ya, then that should tell ya somethin’, right?” he asked. He pulled over in front of your art studio, putting the car in park and getting out. You thought about his words; it was more than you got from anyone else. To be honest, Sonny always gave you more than anyone else; he didn’t sneer at you, ignore you, call you names like “brat”. And he definitely didn’t look at you with hungry eyes or creepy smiles. He seemed like…like a generally good person, all things considered. You weren’t sure when it had happened, but you noticed you had developed a crush on him.

All too soon, Sonny was opening the door for you to get out. You thanked him as you exited the car, and felt his presence behind you as you climbed the stairs to the door. He always walked you there, to make sure you were safe.

You unlocked and opened the door, then turned around to face him. He gave you a nod and you thanked him again. But something possessed you in that moment; why else would you have grabbed his shirt and pulled him to you in a kiss?

Sonny froze in place, eyes wide, before he placed his hands on your shoulders and pushed you back. You looked up at him, the apology dying on your tongue; you weren’t sorry at all. That kiss was worth it in your eyes. But there was an almost…pained? look in Sonny’s eyes.

“D-doll, we can’t—ya father—”

“Never has to know,” you finished for him.

He blinked, obviously warring with himself, and you were sure you knew why; if your father found out about you two, he could have Sonny killed. But, if Sonny felt the same way about you that you did about him, then maybe, just maybe, he could help you escape from under your father. Something about him was safe, trustworthy.

Slowly, you reached up to cup his face. When he didn’t pull away, you gently leaned in again, kissing him slowly, tenderly. He paused for only a moment before he melted against your lips. Then he gently pulled away from you.

“I—I gotta—” He didn’t finish his thought before he turned and hurried down the stairs. You watched him go, hoping that he’d say nothing to your father.

The car door slammed shut and Sonny was quick to turn the car on and leave. What the fuck was he doing, letting you kiss him? And then he kissed you back?! He must be a fucking idiot! Sure, he liked you—more than he was willing to admit—but this could blow his cover. Not to mention get him killed, cover blown or not. Plus, he was lying to you; any feelings you felt weren’t for him but for the façade he put on.

He resolved to keep his distance from you; nothing good could come from any of this. It ended in one of two ways: you, heartbroken over Sonny’s lies, or him buried six feet under in some lot. There was no way to disobey your father if he ordered him to take you home, so there was no avoiding you. Sonny would just have to lay down the rules next time he saw you; absolutely no relationship could exist, no ifs, ands, or buts about it.

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boiolay · 4 years

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See You Soon

Dad!Jaehyun

genre: lil fluff; very angst

warnings: swearing

word count: 2.2K

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

"Come on, princess. You've gotta eat everything so you have energy to go hang out with daddy." You said pointing at the little plate in front of your daughter while she played with the grapes on the high chair not paying any attention to you. You looked at the clock on the wall and sighed, you were a little very late on your schedule for the day. Seoyeon didn't wake up on her best mood, so it took you a while to make her settle down after the tantrum she threw earlier when she didn't want to leave your bed.

Because of that you had exactly 28 minutes to finish feeding her, dress her up and try to run a comb on that thing on your head you called hair befor-

You straightened your back when you heard the doorbell, your daughter looked up at you and started kicking her legs happily while she montioned for you to pick her up already knowing what that sound meant. You couldn't help, but laugh at the little toddler.

"Do you know who it is, love?" You cooed at her, tied your hair up before taking the excited girl in your arms. "Come on. Let's see who it is."

You took Seoyeon to answer the door with you and as closer you got, higher the high pitched screams that came from her got. And once the tiny laughter was heard from outside, a huge smile appeared on the lips of the man that standed on the hallway.

As you opened the door you saw Jaehyun, your ex-husband smiling at you and your daughter. "Dada!!"

"Good morning, my beautiful angel." Seoyeon leaned foward wanting to be held by Jaehyun. He kissed her head a few times while she hugged his neck. "How are you, baby girl?"

Finaly he looked up at you. You leaned against the door frame and had your arms crossed over your chest with a loopside smile on you face while observed the scene in front of you.

"Sorry I came earlier, y/n. There was no traffic today." You shook your head and held the door so he could come inside.

"That's fine. I just had problems with her temper this morning and run a little late on what I had to do. She didn't finish her breakfast so if you wait a little bit..."

"Do you want me to finish feeding her? So you can get dressed and not be late for work." Jaehyun said showing the dimples that you once loved while sat on the couch with Seoyeon babbling about everything.

Although he was your ex-husband, you had a wonderful relationship. You two have been happily married for two years before things started to change. You were promoted to an executive position on your company and at the same time his modeling career was at the highest point. Your schedules would never match so it was hard for both of you to be home together and when you were either you had work to do or he would be too tired to spend time together. After some months, all the words the two of you would exchange was simple greetings before and after coming to work and the longest conversations you would have were arguments over stuff that now you couldn't even remember.

The most heated ones would end up with angry sex. And that was it. That was no more affection in you marriage. Of course both of you still loved each other deeply, but you were too drained out of energy of the daily fights to try to fight for something bigger that was your relationship.

Inevitably that led to your divorce. It went pretty fast, you didn't have bitterness towards each other, you were just sad that things ended like that.

Two days after you signed the papers, your suspictions were confirmed. As both of you were still searching for places to move, you were still living together, you agreed that it was fair that neither should keep the apartment you wanted to grow a family in.

You walked to the little office where Jaehyun have been sleeping since the day you decided to divorce with your gaze glued on the two sticks on your hand. You called his name and when he looked up at you, you just extended the pregnancy tests with a blank expression.

That complicated things for you. All you ever wanted was to have a family with the man you loved more than anything in the world, but at the time it came, you couldn't call him like that anymore. It took you sometime to sort things out and after a lot of talk you both decided that you should live together during the pregnancy even though you weren't romanticaly envolved anymore.

"No. It's okay. I quit." You shrugged as you walked to the kitchen. Not noticing Jaehyun widening his eyes at your words. "You quit?" He stood up and followed you. He put Seoyeon back in the high chair and took one of the grapes to feed her, but not taking his eyes off you.

You looked at his expression and laughed while poured some water in a training cup. "You know I hated it, right? But don't worry, I have some offers that I'm considering."

You hand him the cup and he nodded turning to give it to your daughter. She took it from his hand and offered him a grape in exchange that act made your heart melt.

"Thank you, baby. But you eat. You didn't eat anything. Here." He took the grape from her and put it over her lips that she happily opened to eat. He turned his attention to you again and tilted his head. " I didn't know you were unhappy there. Well, I'm glad you have a thousand companies fighting over you. I'm proud of you. I've always been." He stared at you lovingly but you didn't catch that, you were smiling shyly as watched Seoyeon looking from one parent to the other with a smile like she knew something nobody else did.

"Well, I'm gonna finish packing her bag. Make sure she eat all the fruits. She didn't nurse today."

"You heard, mama. You have to eat everything. So you can spend the rest of the week with your daddy. " You smiled at the two of them and leaned to press a kiss on the baby's head before going to her bedroom.

After Seoyeon was a little older than ten months, you decided that Jaehyun and you couldn't be living together anymore. Things were starting to get confusing for the both of you, some decisions that you wanted to make weren’t very appealing to Jaehyun and the arguments that you had when you were married were starting again despite both of you being single and not really having a say on each other's life. After a lot of talk you decided that it was for the best and agreed that you should try to not let your individual decisions affect Seoyeon.

And the co-parenting were doing great so far. He was an amazing father, even when he had to travel to work he would always make it up to Seoyeon and you. He loved your child more than anything in the world and that made your heart always beat a little faster at the sight of them together.

♡

As you approched the door you could hear the babbling of your toddler and the laughter of Jaehyun. You bit your lip knowing that your life - not only yours, but your daughter's and your daughter's father - could change a lot in a few weeks. You opened the door and your eyes immediately found Jaehyun's. You forced a smile to him and looked down at Seoyeon that made grabby hands at you. "Hi, love of my life. Did you miss your mommy?" You cooed at her and squatted to squeeze her a bit in your arms, you always missed her when she was away. Jaehyun smiled brightly at you and caressed the tiny hand that was still holding his.

"She was talking about you all the way here, right, baby?" He pinched her cheek lightly before looking at you, you licked your lips and smiled faintly at him.

"Jaehyun, can you come in for a bit? I wanted to talk to you." That wasn't an unusual thing for you to say. You would always sit together to discuss Seoyeon's future, healthy or whatever, so he just nod his head murmuring a soft "Sure." While taking of his shoes and following you inside.

As soon as he saw another man sitting on the living room he stopped for a fraction of second before straightening his back. The other turned around when he heard little footsteps coming his way.

"Look who's here! Hi, princess!" Johnny leaned down to take Seoyeon on his arms and pecked her head, she giggle at him, but soon started to wiggle wanting to be set on the floor much more interested in the toys spread on the living room.

Jaehyun looked at the other man interact with his daughter and couldn't help but feel a little jealous. Johnny looked at the other and, after letting the baby down, walked to him and extended his hand. "Jaehyun. How is your fashion brand going?

"Wonderful. How is your doctorate tesis going, Youngho?"

"Never better."

You looked from one man to another as they exchanged a firm handshake and bit your lip. Usually the interaction between your ex-husband and your boyfriend would leave you rolling your eyes, you always thought it was childish of them to be acting all worked up towards one another, but today you got a little worried.

"Uhm, John, can you play with Seoyeon in her bedroom while I talk to Jaehyun, please?" You said trying to ease the tension between the two man. Johnny looked at you and his face changed right away, he smiled sweetly and nodded.

"Of course, love." Jaehyun didn't miss when he held you by the waist to kiss your temple. "Good to see you, Jaehyun." The model gave another nod as watched his daughter follow the man through the hallway.

Jaehyun rolled his eyes when you couldn’t see and walked to the couch waiting for you to do the same. You mirrored his actions turning to face him completely. "So, what's up?" You looked at him for a moment, but couldn't held the stare for long so you moved your attention to your hands on your lap.

"Well, remember when I told you that I quit my job and that there were some offers I was considering?”

“Yes! Of couse I remember!” He said smiling widely feeling extremely proud of you and waiting for you to continue.

“So... There’s this company that is all I ever wanted. They gave me all the liberty to do whatever project I want and I would be one of the five executive chiefs and I would share the ownership with them, it’s good money and I really really really want to accept, but...” You let your voice fade looking down. Jaehyun was smiling until you stopped talking, he was positive that was something wrong, he knew you too well, so to encourage you, he touched your knee rubbing his thumb softly on it. He have always been supportive on all your choices, but you feared this would be different.

You sighed and gathered the courage to look up at him. “ It’s in Chicago.”

There was a long pause after that, you couldn’t read the expression on his face and that made you apprehensive. You felt the absence of his touch and heard him move on the couch to stand up. He paced around the living room for some moments that felt like ages to you. It was hard for you to look at him, but you raised your eyes and forced a smile before speak.

“Aren’t you going to say anythi-”

“Chicago? Fucking Chicago?!” You jumped a little surprised at his tone of voice. “Do you think I’m stupid? Isn’t it there where your boyfriend is going to do his doctorate? I don't believe you left your job to go after him!"

"Can you sit down and lis-" You said softly standing up and trying to reach to make him stop pacing so you could sit and talk reasonably, but he was so mad he didn't even heard you speaking.

"You've got to be kidding me! You have been dating for what? Six months?? You are leaving the country for him?!"

"We've been dating for almost a year now, Jaehyun! But that’s not the point." You raised your tone so he could stop and pay attention to you. "And I'm not leaving the country for him. I don't have a life here anymore. You were my life here. I don't have family here, all my friends are back in my country and you know I hated my job. So there's not holding me back. There's no reason for me to stay!"

"No reason for you to stay?! How about your fucking child, y/n?! She's nothing to you? What the fuck are you thinking?! " He had walked to you so you were just a few centimeters away from each other, you could feel the tension on his body and the anger that iradiated from him. You shut your eyes taking deep breaths and closed your hands in fists so you could control yourself. You didn't think he would react like this before getting to the delicated part of the problem and now you had no idea how he would take this. You opened your eyes to stare at him and spoke really softly feeling your heart break a little after every word.

"I have her custody, Jaehyun. Seoyeon is coming with me."

author’s note: So...? This is the first scenario I write thats over 1k. I was thinking about making a part 2 of it. What do you think? I would love to hear feedback. XD My DM is always open <3 btw english isnt my first language so sorry if there’s something wrong

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anarmorofwords · 3 years

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Okay since I’m emotional about baby Matthew interacting with his parents, Charlotte having to leave Matthew for the first time since she’s had him (Henry is there so he’s not alone but you know what I mean) and she sneaks into his nursery and lets rubs her finger on his little chubby baguette arm and tells him to be good for papa and Charles and she loves him before she goes to Charles room and kisses him goodbye too. She did this for a long time, every-time she left until her babies weren’t quite babies anymore.

Henry positioning little Matthew on his lap so he can hold his fingers and just bounce before he can walk. Tbh? I think Henry was the one who really liked seeing his kids firsts, like he’s the one who wanted to see them walk and tried to contrive ways for them to have the chance too.

Matthew gave Charlotte a heart attack once because she tried to cut his nails as a baby and everytime she get close he scream and she jump away but then he laugh, he thought they were playing, he is the reason for her first grey hairs, she swears.

Charles and Matthew where the “he’s touching me” / “I’m not touching you” type of siblings. Matthew has pushed Charles into a fountain and Charles has cut Matthew’s doll’s hair off. But Charles would also kill spiders in Matthew’s room if he asked and held his hand to cross the street as a kid unprompted.

Henry did perfect his mobile rocking crib from clockwork princess by the time Matthew was born

Charles once took Matthew out of his crib as he was crying and walked into a room of small party his mom and dad were hosting at 7 and matter of factually told them “make him stop crying, please” and since he’s 7 and has no idea to hold a child the parents in the room all to rush to get the kid out of his arms.

Matthew actually was the tantrum Haver of the two Fairchild children and like he says, if he was going get angry he was gonna make it in eventful, baby fists flying (Charlotte and Henry grabbing his hands and telling him “no, no hitting, violence is not the answer” but he craves violence) screaming like a victim of a slasher film but after he did it a lot of times he Peter out and feel bad about it, after everything is said and done he usually said sorry. But he also tire himself out. Similarly? If Matthew was a screamer, Charles bit people. Horribly teething phase. No one will ever let him live down when he was five and he bit Gideon. All I’m saying is that Charlotte gave birth to hellions while Will have births to angels was the common joke back in the day

Matthew can do pretty good impressions of his parents that actually make Charles laugh, but he denies it. Matthew can do a good Charles too, but Charles finds it less funny.

Charlotte introduced Matthew to Oscar Wild, when she bought home a copy of Dorian Grey, Will insisted she read but “when do I have to read?” But she ended up reading it to Matthew as a bed time story not recognizing it may be a little scary for him but LUCKLY he just ended up stanning him.

Matthew had a little bit of Anna from the first half Frozen energy when it came to the Fairchild Manor. Change my mind.

Charlotte has a pictures of both Charles and Matthew as babies in a locket she keeps in her pocket. Henry has a family portrait as soon as photography was available.

In a similar way, in some ways to his son’s fears, Henry fears Matthew thinks he’s boring and prefers Will who more fun (Oh the irony right?)

Matthew and Charles have only met the Branwell side of the family a number that can be counted on one hand but even that is too many for them.

The academy explosion was the one time Charlotte truly blew up at Matthew over.

Both Charles and Matthew had quite a bit of freedom as young teens that maybe they shouldn’t have had.

hi anon!!!

so sorry for taking so long!

hey I'm emotional now too, was that your plan? :')

*le cry*

Charlotte kissing them goodbye is currently almost making me cry when I'm wearing a mascara, bad idea

yes?!! i totally see him being obsessed with their milestones and firsts (again, his kids are what he's most proud of, and I'll die on that hill)

lil Matthew being a lil shit like that has my heart breaking, thanks

they were. though, aren't most siblings like that??? it's really breaking my heart, because I assume this was very much their dynamic at first, the typical "wanna push you into a hole but I'll hold you while you're afraid of the dark" thing.

mobile rocking crib yes please!!!

the mental image of the entire TID gang scrambling to their feet to take Matthew from Charles' arms is currently killing me, thanks

he was and he would apologize after tiring himself out, yes. i kinda wanna imagine that if it happened during dinners/parties Will was at, he would try to take care of him by redirecting his attention, kinda like Jace urging the baby to fight demins

plz imagine Charles trying to boss Gideon around in TLH (in a political setting) and Gideon just looking at him unimpressed, like, "kid, you bit me when you were 5, shut the fuck up"

Omg yes?!?! acting skills, baby!! (Charles is pissed when he's doing the impression of him, but he's also equal parts impressed and unsettled by the accuracy)

I wouldn't say "luckily" about a 12-13 year olds stanning Oscar Wilde lol (especially that I remember my own existential crisis phase when I was that age and read it), but I like that scenario!

yup!

she absolutely has. also does she have like am office or something? because she so would have them there as well

Matthew being insecure about Kit and Henry being insecure about Will,,,,woah, pain. Though I'd say Henry only started thinking so when Matthew became a teen and started to be more distanced (aka mentally ill lol) and all that. Earlier, I think he was very vocal about his adoration for Henry, if NBS is anything to go by.

I imagine she was really really mad and definitely lost it

i think so too! perhaps it wasn't a bad idea in itself, but so it happened that it ended the way it did...

thanks for sending this dear! have a nice day/evening/night!

#handling my inbox #matthew fairchild #tlh #the last hours #ask answered

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catatonicengineers · 4 years

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Say what you want, but Marlene never got kidnapped by a UFO cult when she was with Reeve. I always imagined Reeve’s Adventures in Babysitting being a hilarious subplot and full 80′s movie comedy gold consisting of:

- Reeve googling “can toddlers die from eating an entire box of animal crackers” and accidentally typing it into the Avalanche group chat instead, inciting Barret rage.

- If Marlene is having a tantrum or won’t sleep, the only way to shut her up is by singing the Lil Stamp song. Over and over and over.

- Bonus context of Reeve despising Lil Stamp due to having to constantly repaint that damn cartoon dog after Avalanche keeps messing with it and graffiting it all over Midgar. As Head of Urban Development, he constantly hears “Reeve, someone wrote anarchist shit all over the Lil Stamps again. Are your people gonna clean that up or what?” Besides, he’s a cat person.

- Extra bonus context if Reeve has to panic-sing the Lil Stamp song to keep Marlene from freaking out during a high speed escape-Midgar chase.

- Reeve makes awesome school lunches. But also tried to Venmo Barret a grocery bill once.

- School field trip to the Shinra museum wherein all of the kids crowd around him after seeing the hologram and go “are you really the Director?”

- Bonus points if one kid remarks “my parents say you let the city go to shit” and Marlene sucker punches said sassy kindergartner.

- Reeve doesn’t know how to install a car seat, despite being Shinra’s top engineer.

- He awkwardly attends at least one parent-teacher conference and/or preschool awards ceremony.

- Marlene totally broke him out of Shinra jail.

- She thinks Reeve plays some MMORPG with her dad and their friends after watching him control Cait Sith from the data pad. Annoyed that she can’t play too.

- Accidentally left her in the parking garage while getting arrested. Reno noticed and broke the car window after googling protocol for unattended toddlers in cars. Promptly walked away after, his duty was done.

- Freaks out when Marlene plays with all the Cait Sith plushies. They’re collectibles, dammit.

- Trying to learn common core maths despite having an engineering degree.

- Going to an animal shelter to pet all the cats. Reeve loves cats, but his work schedule is too busy for a real one.

- Definitely has one of those “uncles aren’t completely useless, they can be used as bad examples” shirts.

- Might’ve accidentally told her she’s adopted.

- Let’s her have all the candy and stay up as late as she wants though.

- Marlene was super sad when he left her in Kalm and went back to evacuate Midgar. Tells people her babysitter went to go save the world.

- Plz give him 5-stars on Care.com. Not good with kids, but needs the money to fund the WRO.

#reeve tuesti #marlene wallace #barret wallace #cait sith #final fantasy vii #lil stamp #fanfic #ffvii #kittyadventures

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anestheticrage · 4 years

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Be me: Japanese honor student🎓, 15, with half a brain and even less of a plan. Hunting bitches by day and witches by night. Livin that dank only child✌️ life while mom n dad yeet all over the globe, leavin me plenty of time to forget not to make 2 lunches for myself #quirky 😜

no time for socialization or basic electronics skills ???📱??? when your best friends are an alien demon rabbit🐰👽 and the inexplicable Hole ™ in your brain. lmao, btw did i mention im ✨M✨A✨G✨I✨C✨A✨L✨

dreamin bout my 2D waifus again when familiar pink haired cancer patient dances through my brain passin out fliers: Kamihama Meguca Dating Service: Sponsored by Cult of the Magius. 250 stones per session 🤔

seems legit, Mr. Moneybags. wasn't spending my unwieldy sack of gemstones on anything else anyway. lets pull 💎💎💎

first up we have Redhead Radagast and her plethora of plants. 🌿☺️🦎

anndd, nearly dies immediately.

well not off to a great start but i guess shes pretty cute at lea- oh FUCK its her girlfriend, Tsundere Poseidon😒🔱💦, and their exasperated, straight and single Sword Mom 😔🗡️🔥. fml gonna have to save up for the next pull. might as well play a few rounds with what i got tho.

get in some good girl talk about things like school, color coded hair styles, body count, permanent soul damage, and our personal demon pacts. ya know, the usual 😚 . realize my dark backstory seems to be missing, so the girls take me to Ketchup Queen Sappho 🍅🥧 (wtf?) to molest my glowy egg stone. whatevs, more action than ive had since Kuroe 🖤 got added to the story anyway

the gang agrees it's time to hunt down the cutest rabbit pimp 🕶️🐇💵 in the city. >> say 🎵mukyuuu🎵 one more time and ill hug you so hard my backstory will pop right out, you adorable fluffy bastard. plz be my new best friend 💕

Form brand new friendship pact with Kyubae, and remember that my lil Sis 🐥 was always the best wingman for pickin up magic chicks, and kept her side of the room so spotless i forgot she existed. whoops 乁༼☯‿☯✿༽ㄏ Maybe if I find her i can stop paying these exorbitant pull fees.📵💎

speaking of which: hot damn this week's featured bachelorette is a 19 year old model and magical detective🔎 with massive levels of PTSD and self loathing 🥵💙💦 more likely to stab you or dramatically jump off a rooftoop than utter a single positive comment. wow, maybe i really COULD find true love…

... if i had MORE THAN A 1% FUCKING DRAW CHANCE. 😡 smh

hard to make much progress finding sis or winning the broken heart of a hard boiled detective amidst the never ending lover's quarrel of the Trident Vine Lesbians. 💔 Sword Mom tells them if they don't behave a monster will take them away. LOL classic mom 🤣

>>>HOLY FUCK IT DID

declare all-out war on urban legends, starting with staircases ⚔️ to reunite the dysfunctional trio, and hope that I net a way better lineup with the next 10x pull. at least sad sleuth lady came to help out. they say combat is the best way to bond wi- and there she goes off the rooftop again 🙄 fml

alright that got way off track, we need a fresh start, away from all the loli drama. how bout a little B&E🔓🔨🤷🏻‍♀️ at the local house of worship to clear my head. ahh nothing like the unanswered prayers of the masses to get you in the mood for another wasted pull, and the 🔥 MIGHTIEST 🔥 headache you could ask for with a side of Double Cooked Pork 🐖🍜 (meh 5/10🧾)

venture forth into the spiritual unknown with your new human flamethrower🔥🌻🧡 and ask your favorite private eye to please, for the love of Eve, trade Meguca accounts with me~~~ Head through the eastern spirit portal to meet up with hologram propaganda sis and detective crush's evil ex, who joined a dating-app cult (#fuck) and also turned into the moon?🌕?(that's rough buddy)

get ambushed by Acid Horse on Wheels 🌈🐴 and vomit up my soul so hard that its time for a crossover episode. T U R F F F W A R R R *que operatic harmonies* 💛 Blondie with the hair drills and enough attitude and guns to fill up a noble phantasm tries to ban my account permanently, but PI heartthrob denies her admin privileges. aww babe i didn't know you cared. 😭♥️

get kidnapped by my new true love and go back to her place 😏 defs enough empty rooms to house five emotionally traumatized girls and at least two ghosts hehehe👻 XD 💚🃏💜🎸 decide to form the anti-gossip brigade and recruit my blazing sunflower after getting ambushed by the witch living in my fruit loops🥣

❌outvoted 2:1 that cults are bad. mf. fiinneee one last pull to round out the team and then I'll delete the app. cmonnn Karin 🎃~

OH HELL YEAH TWO FOR ONE.

Always wanted a daughter 💜🔨🐄 with a penchant for pissing off the local Martial Arts & Books Club and drinking suspicious liquids offered by total strangers. Well if it's good enough for her AND the sexy mayadere with enough game to seduce a mermaid, might as well get in on that myself.

#curseddrank 🤢 0/24 would not recommend to a friend, 'cept maybe Ria

win alot of cash 🤑, blow up a fountain, meet the pied piper²🎶🖕, moon cult, monochrome feathers, something about liberation✊🏻; adopt temper tantrum cow girl. aces 💜🥩

Next up!!! skydiving with DJ Hammer! Jump to apparently-not-certain death after suicidal A.I. 💚💾🗼 tells you to rescue her hostage before they run out of Radiohead albums and have to move on to Thom Yorke's solo discography. save the invisible shield kitten 💚👑😿 from happiness and get chased through the internet by the sexiest homicidal Paint Pallette 💚🎨😈 since Caravaggio. (apparently green is the color of the digital apocalypse. i’m deleting Kako from my friend's list)

that’s it, fuck this app. 250 stones 💎 per-life-threatening-experience is more than i’m willing to deal with 😓 don’t wanna mess with the perfect nuclear family anyway. we've already got:

✔️the two emotionally traumatized moms with memory and commitment issues

✔️the adhd daughter with anger management problems and a giant hammer

✔️the psychologically abused scizophrenic cat

✔️and the eccentric aunt with crippling anxiety

#squadgoals

now that were done hoarding bitches, its time to hunt the witches. and the bitches makin the witches. btw did i mention the witches ARE the bitches! AND WERE ALL GOING TO DIE!? 📽️⁉️💀 wait fuck lets back up a second

This is Nemo📕 and Token🧪 and they have all the answers but prefer if you only ask vague questions in exchange for vague responses so they can fill in the rest by discussing their superior intellect 🧠 at length. not to mention they built that dating app, so of course everyone in my harem decides to be a FUCKING. TRAITOR.🤬

cept waifu prime ofc 🥰💙. [PTSD > brainwashing] 'yOu CaN bE tHe LeAdEr NoW'. i have been from the very beginning you traumatized Hinedere nightmare. maybe if you weren't so caught up collecting surrogate daughters you would've noticed IM👏THE👏ONLY👏 ONE👏PROGRESSING👏THE FUCKING👏PLOT✨

rescue the rest of dysfunctional found-family™ from selves before my adorable firebender burns down Disnihama🎡🔥😱 during her weekly anxiety attack. (love the makeover T B H)

CHAPTER 8: Magical Girl Massacre🩸🗡️

- everyone has like, the shittiest day ever

- the new Pope really needs to be extradited from the church

- make friends with a really pretty tree 🌺🌲✨

i swear, if i don't finish this god damn story in time to get that free pull im gonna beat the shit out of every mirror i find in that giant mansion that i haven't even had any time to even mention yet. 🖕🏚️ let alone EVERYTHING happening with the prequel [fuck you, I'm the star] girls 💗💜💙💛❤️️ and their multidimensional melodrama. We don't need that many repetitive af episodes to emphasize that Homo-ra is a shitty person. we've all seen Rebellion. 🙄

NO, I DONT CARE IF YOU WANT SAPPHO'S BACKSTORY, I ONLY HAVE 79 STONES LEFT AND IF YACHAN FINDS OUT I HAVEN'T DELETED THE APP YET IM GONNA HAVE TO GO SLEEP IN WITH SANA 😭💎💸😠

uhhhggggg where were we… Topple a cult and burn down Hotel Denoument only to realize that Sis was fused with the dating app servers this entire madokafuckin time (told ya she was the best wingman 😊).

Dilemma: Sis =🥚, Triumvirate of Trouble want 🐣. What do? vote now:

Help Hatch - IIIIIII

Not Do That - IIIII

What The Actual Fuck Is Going On - IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII

¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Lets just fight everyone until something good happens.

🔥🔫🔥🗡️🔥😱🔥🌆🔥😱🔥🛡️🔥💣🔥

Kill (???) the artist-in-chief of the italian reindeer murder police after teaching her the true meaning of Christmas 🎄 hatch 🐣lil Sis and realize she WAS your wingman all along🐰 MUKYUUUU! we're just gonna ignore how much trouble it would have saved if you'd just mentioned that. "yOu DiDnT aSk..."

FUCK YOU SPACE BITCH. ONCE AN INCUBATOR ALWAYS AN INCUBATOR 🖕🐇🔪

anywho, somewhere along the lines we of course summoned the Antichrist ⚙️ because why not raise the stakes to max and still not kill off a single character. Madofuckinkami, can we PLEASE wrap this up. 😩💤

feathers (not the culty kind, tfm) rain from the sky, and the power of friendship and not having the Urobutcher 🔪🩸as a lead writer saves our peacefully sectioned off alternate reality 😇

TL:DR fuck cults, real life waifus DO exist, don't sell your soul to space rabbits, or your stones to megacorporations. Enjoy arc 2 on the JP server with your shitty translation patch you filthy fuckin weebs

Yours Truly,

- Thirsty Weeb Eroha 💗💎😘

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desiraypark · 3 years

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Boiling Point (Pt. I)

So, on another platform, @yourpaterson, @leather-and-embers, and I started a little something. It got angsty. It got love triangle-y. Hate-sex was involved. A lil’ jealousy. I’ve decided to expand upon this potential love triangle with a backstory for “Desiray”. Characters: Desiray (as a character) x Kylo Ren x Paterson (not yet mentioned)

Disclaimer: This backstory is fiction. None of it is a reflection of my personal life, my childhood, or even my personality. // Content Warning: Abuse (memories of); engrained misogyny; broken home; broken mother/daughter relationship; broken (non-existent) father/daughter relationship; child abuse; burns; abortion mention (as punishment/in an abusive tone). Mentions of supernatural abilities.

When did Desiray know she was “alone”? When she was 15 years old.

“Watch the pot on the stove for me, will you?” Mama requested. Desi nodded. Her sister sat across the table from her, doing her homework. Desi was doing the same. Mama left the pot of boiling noodles when she went to use the restroom.

Bubbling, bubbling--not quite ready.

No one knew it, but Desiray was at a breaking point. Her first boyfriend--well, who she thought was her boyfriend--he’d denied her in front of his friends to raucous laughter. “I’m not trying to be your boyfriend, I was just trying to fuck,” he’d said once the laughter subsided.

____________________

Even when she was an embryo, Desi had learned that no matter how often and how much people hurt you--especially men--you must remain dignified. Ladylike. Take verbal and physical assault in stride. Your patience would be rewarded, someday.

“I should have made you get an abortion,” Desi heard her father say when she was floating in her mother’s belly. Yes.

"Who...who told you that?” Mom asked when Desi brought it up.

“You should have gotten an abortion like dad said.” That’s exactly what Desi told her mother in an argument.

“Who...who told you that?”

“I heard him say it.” _____________________

Dad was in the living room watching television with a drink in one hand and an appetizer of a sandwich in the other. Because he was the only one in the home deserving of an escape from his family. And of course, when his mental vacation was over, he decided to bring hell to his wife.

Bubbling, bubbling...one more minute.

Voices raised. Desi rubbed the weariness away from her forehead--hoping that her ability to hear might be temporarily erased with the rub. Dawn, her sister, shrunk in her chair. Mama came into the kitchen. Sigh. That usually resulted in Desi and Dawn being caught in the crossfire.

Bubbling, bubbling...turn the burner off. Move the pot.

Mama wouldn’t finish dinner tonight.

To this day, Desi still can’t quite remember what they were arguing about. But she remembered the important things.

Her own angry scream.

“Leave her alone!” a declaration of independence.

Her father’s screams--his dampened and steaming back. The penne noodles on the floor.

The most painful memory: her mother screaming “Desi! What is wrong with you?!” Her father never hit her, her mother, or her sister ever again. Instead, he found lovers to impose the violence of his fist or mere presence upon. Dad came home when he wanted. And Mom became Desi’s silent aggressor--resentful that her daughter had disrupted her normal.

That year, Desiray learned that she was alone. But she refused to be helpless.

____________________

Years Later

The First Order base was interesting, to say the least. A Galaxy History major, Desiray responded to a holonet posting for a ‘Historical Transcriber’ with the base. The main part of her job was to transcribe the data and recordings of old (or aging) droids and other receptacles of archival information. The “second” part of her job came later--when she quickly grew tired of hauling droids to the repair department when one failed her. Soon, she learned how to repair them herself, and became an unofficial repairwoman of all droids.

It was her second day on the job when she sat down in the cafeteria. After two bites into her sandwich, she felt someone staring at her. Whatever kind of Spidey senses or intuition she was "gifted” at birth, she considered it more of a curse than a blessing. Sometimes it came in handy, being “wise” or “empathetic”, as she’d been described. But other times, she just wanted to eat a porg breast sandwich without ~feeling something~.

Her eyes scanned the room--slowly and inconspicuously--until they landed on a tall figure dressed in black, talking to an officer. But he was looking at her. She knew he was.

She’d seen this guy on her first day and noticed that people moved hastily out of his way. If you asked her, she’d seen scarier. She placed her focus back onto her sandwich.

“Grown ass man walkin’ around in a Party City costume,” she thought to herself.

Desiray glanced up again and the man was gone.

Kylo Ren.

She’d heard that “Kylo” was his title and not even his first name. A “mysterious” type. Whatever.

One day, she’d happen to have been walking past the control room when he was throwing one of his infamous tantrums. She just shook her head.

“What a fucking brat.”

Suddenly, Desiray felt her arm being yanked and her body being pulled into the control room. Ren towered over her and pushed her against a wall.

“Do you have something you’d like to say to me...” His head tilted down to look at her identification badge. Or her tit. Or both. “Parker?”

“If I did, I would have said it,” Desiray spat back. She pushed against his chest, but he didn’t budge an inch.

“Every time you walk past me, something bitchy runs across that brain of yours. Why?”

“I suppose your bitchiness just rubs off on everyone, Mr. Ren. Now, can I go to my office?”

Desiray couldn’t see his face. But she knew he was smirking. A deadly combination of anger and lust radiated from his flesh and past all of the shit he was wearing.

“A little girl pretending to be tough. We’ll see how long that lasts...”

And with that, Ren walked out of the control room, leaving Desiray standing against the wall--catching her breath and calming the beat of her heart. A beat of fear mixed with anger.

One month into her new job. Almost two months in a new city--about 25 miles away from her hometown...

...and she’d already come across yet another man who needed another pot of hot water thrown against his back.

#desiray rp #yourpaterson #leather-and-embers

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evolsinner · 3 years

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⊱┊15

"think fast, cupcake,” kayrem throws me my phone from his bed.

i catch it in the doorway, smiling brightly, there should be a thousand missed calls from, “what the fuck did you do to my phone?"

"oh, nothing," he grins psychotically. "just a factory reset, new sim, blocked some shit, i blocked the emergency dial pad too. thought it was…i dunno ‘useless’, if you will. you can only call me, father and mother. oh, and it's connected to my phone so i can see whatever you're doing."

i stare at him.

"cool, huh?" he trolls me.

"'cool'?! you made the entire thing ‘useless’!"

"chill out," he rolls his eyes and lifts up the basketball. "still works so it ain't that useless."

"this is so fucked up!!"

"listen, if it makes you feel any better, most of it was father's idea," he spins the basketball around on his index finger. "i told him to at least let you have one good friend to call."

"how thoughtful.”

"whatever, 'least i tried," and aims the basketball to the hoop in the corner. "...fuck," he mutters when he misses.

"wait, you're right, can i? can i at least have someone on here to talk to, other than..well, you guys?"

"goes against father's wishes, sorry," he shrugs.

"please?" i urge, picking up the basketball and tossing it back at him.

"no," he says, catching the ball and going for another aim.

"kayrem, c'mon, pretty please?"

"i said no, okay? now quit bugging me."

"argh!" i groan. "fuck off and go to hell! don't ever talk to me again 'cause i fucking hate you and your stupid as fucking face!"

"you done with your lil tantrum, tough cookie?" he leans up on his elbow.

"arghhh!"

"roséah!" mum shouts from downstairs. "tone it down!"

kayrem chuckles at my expense.

i glower at him.

"now get down here, both of you! dinner's ready!"

just as i turn to leave, kayrem opens his fat mouth again.

"your shorts are riding up by the way. i can see your cheeks. might wanna fix that."

“ARGHHH,” i run and get on top of him. "you're, not, FUNNY."

"shhh, you crazy bitch!" he laughs, shielding himself. "did you not hear what christella just said?"

"you're! the! worst! brother! ev~"

a pair of lips smash onto mine, and at once, i ease down with a moan involuntarily slipping out of my throat. my brother's sinful tongue plays around inside my mouth and i let mine join in with the fun. via the hems of my shorts, he creeps his hands upwards, squeezing my ass cheeks. i grind on his stiffening bulge, and he groans deeply, bucking up his hips in response for more.

"harder, baby," he says between the kiss.

"mmm.." the battered butterflies in my stomach kick up a stampede and i'm becoming wet without my consent. "..kayrem..s..stop," and i try to pull his hands out of my shorts.

he's won again!

"do you? do you really want me to stop?" sarcastic in his tone, he continues to knead my ass and kiss me at the same time.

"..yes.."

"when do you want me to stop?" he stalls.

"n..now."

"sure?"

i can't seem to answer, too lost in his woo.

finally, our swollen lips part away.

"why do you keep doing that?" like using his lips as a weapon.

"'cause," he smirks. "works every time."

a tiny smile forms on my face and kayrem takes a polaroid of it with his eyes. gosh, those glinty orbs are somethin'...shit! oh my god! i'm straddling my brother and the door is wide open!

"something wrong?" he questions like he doesn't see what's wrong with this.

"rosé marie, kayrem lavanda!" dad calls out this time. "i want yous downstairs now!"

'lavanda', kayrem's middle name. it's been a long time hearing it be said aloud. i don't like using it or even thinking about it. as children, we would address each other by our middle names, hence why he still calls me 'marie'. the as long as i'm here, marie, nobody can hurt you.

"dinnertime," i say through my passing wave of depression.

he lifts his body up so that he's leaning on the bed's slat headboard. "baby, you were so wet for me yesterday night..." a whisper echoes through my ear canal. "and even this morning... especially this morning."

the butterflies in my stomach transform into dragonflies, "let me go."

"and why should i do that?" he teases.

"because, you're my brother."

"does that turn you on? the fact that i'm your brother?"

yes, "no.”

"i think you like how my dick is rubbing against your wet pussy lips." he leans into my ear, "i can smell your arousal."

"what the fuck?! you disgust me!"

"maybe that'll teach you to not wear slutty clothes in front of me."

"how is wearing shorts 'slutty'?!"

"after dinner, let me fuck you again, marie.”

“what?”

“you heard me.”

"listen," i say seriously.

"all ears, cupcake."

"stop it and let me go, for real."

"hmmm, first gimme a kiss, then i'll let you go."

"no."

"no?" he raises his eyebrows, entertained.

i raise mine like 'soz not soz' and i get ready to get off him.

"rosééé and remy..." little footsteps run up the staircase. "mummy and daddy said to come down already."

“remy?” i look at kayrem like wtf.

“he likes me better than you,” kayrem smiles.

"ugh, let go, loser! he’s gonna see us!”

"then kiss me," he solidifies, not freaking out at all.

he wants to play smart? alright, fine.

i put my mouth right next to his ear, "how about i suck you off later?" then i give his ear one long seductive lick.

kayrem's undoubtedly taken aback as his grip around me subconsciously loosens and his body reeks of awful lust. awesome. i slide right off him.

"guys," maxi grumbles, reaching the door, "hurry up, daddy is getting angry and mummy sent me up to get yous."

"yeah, we're ready, maxi," i put my arm over his shoulder, "let's go." i look across at, "..remy, just needs a second.”

guess i don't need to know what he'll be thinking about for the entire supper.

#romance #poetry #story #siblings #words #teacher x student

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sweet-xoxo-thatcares · 3 years

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Also I noticed, mom's engine is kind of fuel proof.

And when I say engine, I mean her temper. Thats why Dad would always break it down to me when I would ask "What's wrong with momma?" And he would break it down to me like a list of groceries, and where everything else would hidden under a car hood. But I think mom would prefer the word table. Because she wouldn't like the idea of being compared to a car.

In Daddy's instruction manual, he was in coach mode. He figured her out. And it took awhiillllleeeee for him to get to understand her fully on why she would do the things she said, and acted and reacted the way she would do or wouldn't do....especially had she not have drank around certain times of the day when she was upset, frustrated or just having a headache.

I know this sounds like my mom is an alcoholic and I would tell you she's not. But she still has this thing like one would do, but she would probably suggest to me that its just stress and wine, and that I don't know what I'm talking about. Because any type of criticism, and I mean aannnnnnnnyy type of criticism from me, my dad, or family in general....hurts her.

And she hates that thing about me where I can just know what's going on and what I need to do to not get hit or lashed out at by her words. I don't need to her to tell me what to do. Because I hate talking to her when she's upset and don't wanna see her get triggered again. There's been times where she would put the foot up on the gas and blast right through us like we weren't there listening to her every word, every comment and not being able to block her words killed me every time. So I would just zone the fuck out, to not be mean back to her. Either that or leave the room. Because lets be honest. I don't wanna endanger myself by adding fuel to the fire by reacting to an adult who sometimes does/sometimes doesn't has control over her temper. I'm even having a hard time typing this out because it makes me paranoid to even say anything bad or wrong about her. Because she wants to be seen as perfect, even in front of her friends, family members we don't know, and company.

I know neither of my sisters like putting on this facade of fake smiles and everything...and I think maybe my sisters thought I was over exaggerating when I would tell them "hey you need to clean this up before your mom sees it" and then they would say "like yo, just chill. I got it" and I would get cranky, upset, and confused so much for tolerating this big sister role, that I would go in my room to confront my emotions about this alone. Because if the reason why I was upset or crying didn't make sense to my mom, she would look at me like I was stupid, "Like what's the point in crying over that. What's the big deal?" Because even after I told her I was dealing with grief because I had to cut off some friends with whom I was deeply attached to (and loved) she said "What grief? You didn't lose anything?"

Daddy had to reassure me that she just wasn't the innocent-playing control freak who was insensitive to her daughter's emotions. She hated seeing me sad all the time, going up to my room, not wanting to spend time with my family because I was depressed. She thought I was just being rude and irritable for nothing. When I finally told them why after having a panic attack about me just being depressed and I wasn't getting back to happy fast enough for mom and them, it stressed me out. Because they wanted to feel better, when all I wanted to do was cry, (cringe warning) white cake icing that had been sitting in the pantry for like a year, and compulsively watching anime and korean dramas. And of course thats when I started doing music as a coping mechanism.

But any who back to my original intention to say...

Mom has a fuel tank, with an engine light, and a reader.

The more things that trigger, it gets added to the pot. Like she's not over the top neat-freak, but things add up. And Daddy was making a lot of sense about why momma cried when I told her the chocolate chip cookies she made were too crunchy when I was maybe 6 years old. I shut my mouth after he told me. He didn't yell at me, but I kinda wish he did. I told her I was sorry and she hugged me for understanding. That's probably how I started using context clues a lot better in most english literature classes. I had to survive my childhood with my mother. Escape the belt, escape the "whoopens" escape control, escape everybody telling me to do this and this right the first time or else.

Momma is sensitive too. Just like me. Cause I'm her daughter. And I think I became more entitled for her to take care of me and my emotions as I got older. Because I blamed her lack of care for my emotions and attention, when all I was doing was keeping myself out of harms way. It was either by feeding her negative emotions with kindness. Problem and solution. More compliments, complimentary breakfasts, cooking for something new or especially different, talking to her to make sure she was in a good mood first to talk, because I know she gets uninterested and cold if she talks. Kinda whatever I saw my Dad do for her to make her feel better, I would try to mimic that. He was like my calm down, cheer me up kind of guy. He would listen, understand, be patient with me if I was upset or just emotionally frustrated. But tantrums he would get more aggressive to get me to stop embarrassing him if I was upset in public, so I had to be quiet then and just let the teardrops drop and shut up. Because I hated disappointing my father too. Especially if mom had already made me feel bad for not pleasing her or not looking pleasing enough to go out to eat. She was very picky on clothes, and my taste was different from hers. I think maybe we were just too similar on wanting things the way we wanted things to go. Maybe I started turning into her, once I started dating these other people who I thought reminded me of these little piles of quarrels and abc debates with my mother. I don't like to argue, but I guess I have a fiery engine too. The little things add up and it gets on my nerves after awhile. Sometimes I can't think straight and just talk it out if I'm so damn frustrated. So I have to leave the room and handle the way my father would have wanted me to. Which was to not fight, to not lash out, don't let nobody get in your face, don't put your hands on them unless they put your hands on you. He made sure of that when I was going to school. He didn't want me to end up like him with a bad record of getting into fights with kids in elementary. This guy was a beast back then. He even challenged the big dudes, because of his height at the time. Especially if it was for justice for somebody talking shit to him. He wasn't taking no bullshit. A lil bulldog with aggression, that later on turned into passive as he got older dealing with the workforce. He probably saw some shit with corporate and certain types of people that he had to deal with. Dealing with people like that to pay bills and you got kids at home, I could see why he would find another better way to talk over someone who thinks less of them, because he figures people out too at work. Once he does, you can't fuck with him. He won't give you a reaction. He tries to see the logic of it so he never ever lets his emotions about something get to him. He moves forward and turns his heart off. Brain on. Like a robot, coming to an absolute conclusion so he never has to face that again.

That could be why I say I'm like a cool blend like my mom and dad. When Im hot, im like hot, coffee, acid,aggressive, passionate, fiery like my mom. Dad, he's cool guy, people smart, cold, blue, smooth, fast, speed, control, logical, offensive linemen, defensive line. He's a football guy, quarterbacks think in sight and what they observe. They have to learn to be on their toes. You can't fool him or lie to him, unless you changed. Like I did.

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