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7ndipity · 2 months

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Them With An Autistic S/o

Ot7 x Reader

Summary: How the members would handle/react to their S/o being on the spectrum.

Warnings: Mentions of sensory issues, feeling over/under stimulated, depression, meltdowns, stimming.

A/N: Thanks to the lovely anon who requested this! This is a list I’ve actually wanted to write for a while, but I’d been slightly nervous/unsure about it. But as someone who’s also on the spectrum, I know how much comfort similar posts from other blogs have brought me! I also tried to keep this one a bit lighter, since someone asked for a separate list about meltdowns/shutdowns, but if there’s any specific reactions/hcs like this that you guys want, let me know! (Please note that these are based off my own knowledge/experience, so I’m sorry if they don’t fit for everyone)

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Jin:

I feel like he’d be slightly confused and worried at first because he’s not sure what to do/how to help you, but once you explain a bit more, he gets a lot more comfortable, and really is such a good caregiver when he needs to be.

Catches onto your different stims pretty quickly and what each one means.

Like, y’all have whole conversations solely through funny little hums and stim noises.

Really good at reading and matching your mood/energy. You wanna talk about the Mayans nonstop for two hours? Cool! You want to just sit silently and do nothing? Also cool!

He’s really good at normalizing your symptoms and making them seem like nbd(because to him, they aren’t) Food sensitivities? He’s got them too! You hate loud noises and crowds? Same Honey, let’s get the fuck outta here! He knows they’re not quite the same thing, of course, but if it makes you feel more comfortable and safe being your true, unmasked self with him, then that’s all that matters to him.

Really good at calming you down when you feel overwhelmed or on the verge of meltdown.

Does his absolute best to bring your mood up whenever you’re struggling or feeling really down, pulling out his best dad jokes(even if they don’t make sense to you), bringing your favorite snacks, etc.

Yoongi:

I think he would handle it really well. Does his research after you tell him, and asks you about it casually during dates/hangouts.

So fucking respectful of your boundries. If you prefer to have your own space, he’s totally fine letting you do your own thing. If you need more closeness and cuddles, he’s all over that too, letting you sit right next to him while he works.

Not only lets you rant about your special interests, but makes the effort to take interest in them and asks questions. Randomly buys you little things related to them.

He’s so calming and soothing when you’re feeling stressed or overstimulated, understanding whenever you randomly need rest or quiet time(stress nap buddies)

Keeps things like extra sunglasses and headphones in his bag for you, just in case you forget yours.

Would have a lot of fun if you have audio stims, letting you listen to his new songs because your reactions and enthusiasm are so cute to him. Makes you panning audios as gifts.

Always there to look out for you whenever executive dysfunction decides to kick your ass. Washes the dishes, doing the laundry, restocking your safe foods, etc. He would also be really good at body doubling.

Hobi:

I honestly think he would be really good with an S/O on the spectrum. Like, he literally designed Mang, who is soo ND coded like omg😭, so I think he would be able to understand you really well.

(if you haven’t seen the videos of him talking about Mang’s personality and character traits during the re-design process last year, pls go watch them, I almost cried)

Loves buying you new fidgets and stim toys whenever he finds new ones to try(he even has a collection of chewlery that he wears bc he thinks they’re neat).

Is really good reading you and distracting you when you start to get overstimulated or anxious, sometimes noticing before you do.

Lowkey protective over you in spaces and situations he knows are stressful for you, positioning himself next to you whenever he spots things he knows bother you.

You know how Yoongi described him as a vitamin? That’s how it is for you now too.💛

He’s so stimmy himself, so he would find a lot of your stims really relatable and endearing. Like, if you start happy stimming, he can’t help but join right in, bouncing or squealing with you. It makes him so happy that you feel comfortable enough with him to share those parts of yourself with him.

Namjoon:

Instantly super supportive when you told him, making an effort to research on his own, as well as listening to your personal experiences to understand as much as possible.

Happily sits and lets you info-dump about your special interests. He honestly loves seeing you so passionate and animated about whatever you’re talking about and loves getting a glimpse into how your mind works(it was probably during one of these moments that he realized he was in love with you)

Surprisingly good pebbler, he’s always finding cool rocks or shells for your collections.

Doesn’t mind speaking for you on days when you’re nonverbal.

The sweetest when you’re feeling overstimulated. He closes all the curtains to make it dark and cozy and sits with you, talking as softly as needed or not talking at all, tapping your hand gently now and then to let you know he’s still there.

Soo protective over you, almost to a fault at times. Like, you might have to scold him once or twice about babying you, but he really doesn’t mean to, he just wants to make sure you’re safe and happy.

The world feels a lot less scary tho with him next you. You know if you need anything, he’s got your back.

Jimin:

The softest boi🥺 He was honestly a little scared when you first told him, because he didn’t want to do anything wrong and was worried he wouldn’t be ‘good’ at looking after you, but he quickly relaxed and grew more confident as he learned more from you.

The best comforter when you’re feeling overwhelmed or depressed, full of quiet reassurances and long hugs(if you’re okay with those). He’ll gladly cuddle with you under your weighted blanket for however long you need to feel better.

Literally set up a little “nest” for you at his place with a like beanbag chair and your favorite types of blankets/pillows, so you have your own place to just ‘be’ and recoup when you need it.

Carries fidget toys and sensory aids like sunglasses and headphones with him at all times, just in case you need them.

Really good at communicating with you on days when you’re nonverbal, whether through texts or little notes(which he always adds little doodles on to make your smile😊)

Makes sure you never feel guilty or like a burden to him for letting him in on those tougher days. If anything, they make him love you even more because of the trust you have in him.

It really makes him feel so proud and happy inside that you find so much comfort in his presence and that he gets to take care of you.💜

Taehyung:

Another that I think would be particularly good with a neurodivergent S/O. Like, everyone jokes about how he’s weird, so I think he’d love that you’re both your kind of own unique kinds of ‘weird’.

Happily rewatches your favorite comfort shows/films with you, and speaks in fluent film quotes with you.

Loves when you fidget and stim with his hands or fingers.

If you like pressure stims, he’s a dream come true. Like, the man’s a living weighted blanket, so when you basically give him a doctor's note for cuddles? He’s never gonna let you go.

As relaxed as he might come across sometimes tho, he’s super observant of your stims and triggers and takes it so seriously whenever you start feeling overwhelmed or stressed.

It doesn’t matter where you are or what you’re doing, if you need a break, he’s getting you to a quiet place where you can sit and just recalibrate.

Rivals Jin and Yoongi for top spot in the acts of service department on your bad days, making sure you eat properly, doing any household chores that need done. He even learned how to wash your weighted blanket so you don’t have to.

Jungkook:

Was definitely a little lost and overwhelmed when you first explained everything to him, but he really takes it in stride and tries to learn as much as possible to help make things easier for you where he can.

The King of comfort squeezes. Like you’ve seen his arms, he gives the best hugs, I just know it(especially on those “the weighted blanket isn't enough, I need a hydraulic press” days)

Loves learning about your special interests. Like, It’s no longer just your special interest, it’s our special interest. He’s even studying and finding things for it on his own to surprise you with.

Honestly plays with some of your fidget toys more than you do, lol! You might even end up giving him a few of his favorites😊

Gets super happy and smiley whenever you get echolalia of his songs.

Another member of the protective squad, ain’t no bad stimuli getting to his baby if he can help it!

The gentlest with you when you're overstimulated or having a tough day. Anything you need, he’ll do without question. All he cares about is making sure that you feel safe and comfortable🥺

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watchmegetobsessed · 2 years

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BRO IM BEGGING

please make a dadrry one shot (preferably for another one universe) about harry comes home from the studio and walks into the kitchen to greet y/n and the baby with kisses—he kisses baby first then goes to kiss y/n but the baby starts getting jealous and whines and they start saying things like “what daddy cant kiss momma?” and they giggle a bit. harry kisses y/n some more to get a reaction out of the baby and then the baby starts really crying and then harry takes them from y/ns arms and is like “ok ok i’m sorry i’m sorry” and kisses the baby a bunch and y/n cant stop laughing while harry’s trying to console the baby lol

please make this i’ll literally cry tears of joy

BABY MAKING

PAIRING: husband!dad!Harry X Reader

SUMMARY: Leo is going through his daddy phase and Harry brings up baby making.

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It’s a rare occasion that Harry wraps up work at the studio early, so he can head home before he has to pick up either the twins or Ellie from school or any extra classes. It’s barely past lunch time, the band had to finish because Sarah and Mitch are taking their son to a doctor’s appointment and Harry decided to call it a day and not continue without them. Mostly because it gives him time to be at home with you and baby Leo without the other three little rascals.

On his way home he picks up some cupcakes from your favorite place, knowing how happy the kids will be to find the treats when they get home in the afternoon. Once he has the sweets secured on the passenger seat he finally heads home.

“Baby?” he calls out as he pushes the front door closed with his hips, the box of cupcakes in one hand, his keys in the other.

“Kitchen!” you answer, Leo’s babbling following after your voice.

He finds you standing by the stove, your day got a bit messed up when the neighbor showed up unannounced and kept you up for about an hour, talking about how her cat got lost the other week. Miss Rogers is a nice lady, but sometimes she is too lonely and keeps up everyone and anyone she comes across.

You’re making a quick pasta for a late lunch, Leo has had a bottle already, but you’ll share some of the pasta with him as well. Lately he’s been getting introduced to more and more kinds of food and so far he’s been enjoying everything, especially broccoli and eggs.

He is sitting on your hip, his tiny hands gripping your oversized shirt as you’re stirring the sauce in the pan, watching your every movement like a hawk, as if he had any idea what you were doing.

“Hello, my loves,” Harry coos as he walks in, Leo��s head snapping around in an instant as a grin spreads across his chubby face.

Leo has been obsessed with his daddy. After a few months of mommy phase he now likes to be extra clingy when Harry is around, demanding all of his attention. He claps and giggles as Harry nears the two of you and leaning down he kisses his cheek about a million times, making him laugh even more.

“Hi daddy,” you smile as you watch the scene.

Harry presses one last, sloppy kiss to Leo’s cheek before turning to face you with a lovesick smile.

“Hello mommy. Missed you,” he hums, placing the cupcakes and keys to the kitchen island and leaning in he kisses your lips, but as soon as his mouth touches yours, Leo starts to protest and push his face away from you. “Oh wow,” Harry laughs with wide eyes as Leo tries to grab his hair and pull him closer to him, demanding more kisses. “What, daddy can’t kiss momma now?” he huffs and Leo just babbles in response as if he understood the question.

“You come home and I’m instantly the enemy, huh? That’s not how you acted when it was just the two of us,” you tell your baby, who only pays attention to Harry.

“Mommy needs some kisses too, buddy,” Harry grins before trying to kiss you again, but this time Leo goes harder and actually starts crying at the sight of his parents attempting to lock lips. “Okay, okay, I’m sorry!” he chuckles, moving back instantly and taking him from your hold.

Leo keeps crying as if the world was ending, his tiny hands gripping Harry’s shirt as his daddy showers him with kisses to calm him down.

“That’s what I get for carrying him for nine months,” you mumble under your breath, returning your attention to the sauce on the stove.

“Aw, baby Leo wants all of daddy’s attention, huh?” he coos, holding him to his chest, trying to soothe him. Leo lays his head to his shoulder, slowly stopping with the crying and enjoying being the center of all of Harry’s attention and you can’t even be mad at him, because it reminds you a lot of Harry himself.

He dances around the kitchen, gently rocking the dramatic baby from side to side until his cries fully die down.

“Mm, something is a bit smelly and it’s not the food I smell,” Harry chuckles and holding Leo up he sniffs his butt before grimacing. “Ow, that’s one smelly bum-bum, my love.”

“Can you change him, please?” you ask even though you know he’d do it anyway. Harry has never been the kind of dad who needed to be ordered around and told what to do.

“Of course. Let’s get this baby butt clean,” he comments before walking out of the kitchen and up to the nursery.

A few minutes later you turn the stove off under the sauce and head upstairs to check on the boys. Walking into the nursery you find Harry standing by the changing table, Leo lying on it with his hands and feet in the air, his pants are gone, but his body is on, putting his chubby thighs on display as Harry keeps talking to him.

“I know you’re team daddy now, but daddy is team mommy, so you’ll have to let me kiss her, okay? Will you let me? Daddy will be very sad if he can’t kiss momma, you wouldn’t want that, right?”

Leo sticks his tongue out as a reply and Harry pretends to be hurt and shocked as you walk up to him and hug him from behind. Leo eyes you suspiciously, but this time at least he doesn’t start crying seeing you interact with Harry.

“We love mommy, right? She is the best,” Harry hums, as he takes Leo from the changing table and holds him to his chest. He watches you with his eyebrows furrowed and you take a chance, pressing a kiss to Harry’s dimpled cheek.

Leo sighs dramatically, but doesn’t protest this time, though he grabs onto Harry’s face and presses his mouth to his daddy’s cheek, which equals to a kiss.

“I wonder who he gets his attitude from,” you chuckle, letting go of Harry to stand in front of him.

“But isn’t it adorable?” Harry grins proudly.

“You wanted another kid to get another copy of yourself, didn’t you?” you accuse him just as a joke.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about, baby,” he shrugs his shoulders innocently before kissing Leo’s cheek again. “But maybe we should have another one to see if they would take after me too!”

“Oh no, the baby making has ended!” you shake your head instantly, making him laugh.

“Well, not entirely, right? We were practicing baby making just the other night,” he smirks, so pleased with himself, referring back to that quickie you had in the shower after every kid was put to bed finally.

“Safe baby making. Don’t even think about anything else!” you warn him, heading towards the door. “If you’re done with bonding with your son, bring him down for his late lunch, please.”

“Yes mommy!” he calls after you, but you can hear it in his voice that he is grinning cheekily, probably already plotting how he’ll seduce tonight. Not that he’ll have a lot of work with that…

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isimpfortoomanypeople · 1 year

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Lucas asks Billy if he can marry max

High school sweethearts one shot Billy Hargrove x female reader

During dinner you all grow concerned over Lucas who looks like he’s going to pass out from his nerves, wondering why he’s so worked up

Warnings: mentions of hospitals and so much fluff

A/N: I literally wrote this fic as soon as it entered my head as it was too cute not to write it. I’m so glad that people have been liking high school sweethearts enough for me to be able to create a series of one shots. Sorry if some parts sound overly British as I’m from the U.K. apologises for all spelling and grammatical mistakes as I’m super dyslexic, enjoy.

“Well she’s finally down” Max gently sighed as she pulled a chair from under the dining table.

“Thanks Max for doing that, Kelly couldn’t stop talking about how she missed her auntie” you smiled at her as you dished a pile of pasta on to her plate. Finally sitting down on your seat next to Billy who pulled you close to his side, gently kissing your cheek as he complimented you on how delicious the meal looked.

“It was no problem, I love Kelly even when she makes me read good night moon for the one hundredth time” Max joked as she twirled the pasta on her fork, she lent into Lucas’s side nudging him with her elbow.

Lucas looked at Max with a questioning look as he watched her mouth turn into a crafty smile. He reached out for his glass, bringing it up to his lips weary about whatever his girlfriend is about to say.

“She’s so cute, she makes me want to have a kid”

Lucas spluttered and choked on his water, regretting to choose that exact moment to take a sip. His eyes grew wide as he processed what she had just said to him.

Billy’s eyes narrowed in an over protective manner, locking Max into his gaze. Biting his lip, trying to compose his words before he said the first thing that came to his mind. She was his little sister (still a kid in his eyes) there was no way in hell was she going to have a kid.

“Maxine no kids till you graduate college or even then! Actually don’t have kids till you’re married” Billy sternly spoke, drawing out each word so that she would get the message. His mouth slightly twitching as he brought his fork to his lips, forcefully swallowing the food down his throat.

Max cringed over Billy’s use of her full name, she rolled her eyes back at him as he was still holding his stern look.

“Okay dad I’ll wait till marriage” she sarcastically muttered back to him

“So Max and Lucas how is college?” You quickly chimed in, awkwardly laughing as you tried to defuse the atmosphere. Saving poor Lucas who was still frozen to the spot still in a complete state of shock over Max’s comment, you were pretty sure that he hadn’t even blinked yet still processing what the fuck just happened.

The rest of the meal ran smoothly, Max and Lucas updated you both about their lives since you last saw them at thanksgiving. Living in California sometimes felt isolating being so far away from Hawkins, but you loved your new life you built with Billy and having a beautiful daughter. Plus Max was only a phone call away.

You developed the unlikely friendship with Max during hospital trips to see Billy during high school. You gave her rides to the hospital, Max at first was standoffish, but could you really blame her? That poor kid has been through a lot in the first few years of moving to Hawkins, fighting monsters who came from god knows where, having an abusive step dad and watching as her own brother got possessed and nearly died. But slowly after a while she warmed up to you, Laughing as you both sang along to her cassettes that you let her play in the car. It wasn’t long before she started coming to you for advice and confiding in you about what had been bothering her that day, she soon saw you as the sister she never had.

This confused Billy at first in his heavily medicated induced haze, but seeing how you two got along warmed his heart.

This still continues to this day, Max will still call you weekly telling you about her life in college or asking you for relationship advice with Lucas.

She was overjoyed when she found out that you were pregnant and swore to be the best auntie to your child. Which explains why whenever Max is around Kelly is always attached to her hip.

“Billy can I talk to you?” Lucas nervously stuttered looking at the ground not daring to look him in the eyes.

“Sure?” Billy questioned as he watch the uneasiness wash over Lucas’s body as he started to shake with his nerves.

Billy got up and pushed his chair back under the table, he walked towards the living room door, his face stuck in a baffled expression confused to what Lucas was about to ask him? Especially in a different room away from Max, didn’t those two tell each other everything? So why was Lucas being so god damn suspicious?

Lucas quickly followed suit still shaking with nerves, the room started to feel like it was closing in as he started to feel queasy.

“Should I be worried?” Max asked you as the two men closed the door behind them.

You shrugged, shooting max a reassuring smile. But you too was asking yourself the same thing

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“What’s up?”

“Well erm I..” Lucas stuttered feeling sweat pool at the top of his brow. Was the room getting hotter?

“Spit it out kid” Billy looked at Lucas with concern as he started to look faint, his eyes couldn’t keep still as they switched from different areas of the room.

Lucas allowed himself to breathe, trying to compose himself before he asked Billy the second biggest question of his life.

“What I’m trying to say is that I love Max, I truly love her with all my heart. I’m mad about her, I honestly can’t picture a future without her in it, so I want to ask for her hand in marriage?” Lucas asked, finally looking Billy in his eyes. He nervously held his breath awaiting Billy’s response.

Billy’s face relaxed, he chuckled as his face grew into a warm smile. He crossed his arms trying his hardest not to sound too overjoyed for his little sister otherwise he would spoil the surprise.

“Of course”

Lucas released all the tension from his body as he sighed a breath of relief upon hearing Billy’s words.

“I can see how well you treat her and how happy she is when she’s with you. But as much as I like you Lucas, I have no problem with doing something stupid that Y/N won’t like if you ever do anything to hurt her”

“So what did you two talk about?” You asked when the guests left. Looking at Billy with suspicion as you brought the plates to the sink. You saw how visibly relieved Lucas looked when he reentered the room while Billy looked visibly overjoyed, they both pushed off all questions you and max asked them about their talk.

“Lucas asked if he could marry Max”

You pressed your hand over your mouth to muffle out a loud squeal to avoid waking up Kelly. Your lips grew into such a big smile that your cheeks started aching. You were so happy for them both, remembering the day Billy proposed to you.

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“Hello?”

“Y/N he proposed! Can you believe it? Oh my god I can’t stop shaking. I’m going to be Max Sinclair, oh my god!” Max squealed, her voice raising in pitch with each word, that you had to hold the phone away from your ear.

“I’m so happy for you max” you beamed feeling your heart swell over their young love

“ I wish you could see the ring Y/N it’s beautiful, I still can’t believe it”

You chuckled at her giddiness as it reminded you of how you felt when a beautiful diamond ring was placed upon your finger.

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“Well Max said yes”

“I knew she would, they’re both crazy about each other, reminds me of us” Billy smirked as he pressed his lips to yours into a soft gentle loving kiss.

“Looks like Max doesn’t need to wait much longer to have a baby” you joked laughing as you saw Billy groan, rolling his eyes at you.

“Y/N don’t even joke about that”

A/N: did I purposefully leave our details of the reader and Billy’s proposal just so I can write a one shot about it? I’ll never tell ;)

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harryconcepts · 1 year

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part 81

harry when your baby is sick ☹️ she just has a little cold but she's soooo uncomfortable and crying all the time and can't sleep at night so you and harry are both exhausted ☹️one night you finally get her to sleep but a few hours later she wakes both of you up with her crying and you're starting to get up but he just puts his hand on your shoulder and says "I got her" and a few minutes later it's quiet so you know he calmed her down ☹️ you fall asleep right away so you don't even notice that he doesn't come back to bed, but when you wake up a few hours later and he's still not in bed you get a little worried ☹️ you go to check on them and he's asleep on the big cushy chair in her nursery and she's asleep on his chest ☹️ you can't help but take a few pictures and then you decide to wake him to see if he wants to switch off so he can get back in bed so you gently and quietly wake him up, when he opens his eyes you say "need me to take her? she's out I don't think it'll bother her" and he just shakes his head and turns to kiss her cheek saying "we're fine right here, thank you though" so you give him a little kiss and go back to bed knowing your babies are safe and asleep in the next room ☹️

and he would be so amazing if you decided it was too much and you needed to go home from the awards show or party or whatever 😔 he sees that you look a little overwhelmed and you're hiding it well from everyone else but he knows you too well and he can just tell 😔 he comes over and whispers in your ear "feeling okay?" and you nod but he just knows 😔 he brings you to the bathroom when he can tell you're getting a little worked up and he has your face in his hands so you'll look at him 😔 you're breathing too fast and he's trying to calm you down 😔 finally you manage to say "i need to go home i don't want to be here anymore I just need to go home" and he's so gentle saying "okay, okay we can go home right now okay? don't worry about anyone out there we'll just go home" and you nod, still looking in his eyes bc he always makes you feel better 😔 he has his arm around you keeping you close while you both sneak out a back exit so no one sees you and he's making sure to shield you as much as he can 😔 he holds your hand in the car and he would definitely go through a drive through to get some food bc he knows you'll feel better after eating something 😔 then you get home and change into your comfy clothes and eat on the couch 😔 if you apologized for pulling him away from his night he would shut you down right away and tell you he doesn't care at all, the only thing that matters is you 😔

harry is literally so good when you're crying I know it 😔 I feel like I send you this ask every month KGDGKDKGXKGXK but every time I'm on my period I'm so emotional and cry over anything and everything and I know he would be so good 😔 he would never laugh at you or make you feel silly he would just hug you close and let you cry 😔 the first time he asks you what's wrong but that only makes you cry harder so he just holds you 😔 any time you're watching a show or movie and he can tell your eyes are starting to water he just moves closer on the couch and wraps his arms around you so he'll be ready for when you start crying 😔 he rubs your back and tells you it'll be okay and you'll feel better soon and he would take care of you for as long as you need 😔

he would offer to take you guys on a vacation and you're kind of hesitant saying "we would both love that but sometimes her dad stops by and I think he'd be pretty mad if we weren't around" and he's all "so?" and you're a little embarrassed but you say "he helps pay for stuff sometimes" and harry says "I don't want you to worry about that, I'll take care of everything now where do you and little miss want to go on vacation 😁"

not to cause any trauma but harry would cry when he finds out you're having a baby girl....he's in the ultrasound room with you holding your hand and they say "it's a girl!" and you look at each other so happy and then youre looking at the screen again but when you glance over he's trying to sneakily wipe his eyes and you're like "are you crying?" and he immediately says "no" but he so clearly is because he's so happy 🥹🥹🥹🥹

i have suuuuch a fear of needles and it's honestly embarrassing but i just need harry to come to all of my appointments with me 😭😭😭😭 he would be so good and advocate for you to make sure you feel safe and comfortable 😭 he would put his arms around you so you can hide your face in his neck 😭 he would stroke your hair and talk to you to distract you 😭 he would praise you for doing so well even if your eyes got a little watery 😭 he would watch so close to make sure you're not going to pass out or anything 😭 he would hold your face in his hands to make you focus on him 😭 he would be so gentle but hold you still so they can get it over with quickly 😭 he would notice you're breathing fast and say "it's alright, it's almost over i promise just breathe with me, doing such a good job baby" talking in a low voice to calm you 😭 and after it's all over he would hug you so close telling you you did amazing 😭😭😭 100% bring you to your favorite place to get a little treat and he would baby you for the rest of the day because he's so proud of you for doing it even though it was scary 😭 and he would never get tired of doing this for you he loves being able to help and make the process a little easier for you 😭

when you decide to make a sex tape you're both a little unserious maybe a little drunkie so when he's kissing on your neck and reaches down to rub your clit you moan louder than you expected to and he giggles a little saying "you're loud" and you smack his shoulder saying "shut up!" but then you're both laughing and he collapses on top of you both giggling too much to do anything 😭😭😭😭 and you both forget you made that video until the next morning when you're sobered up and he's going through his phone and finds it and you watch it together 😭 then he's all "well we didn't actually get to the fun part last night 😏 we could try again 😏" he's just sooooo horny 😭😭😭

new husbandrry is so horny 😋he for sure wants to carry you over the threshhold and as soon as he puts you down he's backing you against the wall saying "hi baby" and you just know from his voice and the look in his eyes you're about to get your shit rocked 😋 you say a little "hi" back and he's grinning 😋 he says "you look so pretty, you know that? my pretty little wife... I've been waiting to get my hands on you all day" and you're already so turned on 😋 he leans down to give you a few slow kisses on your neck then says "so why don't you get on the bed, and I'll show you just what kind of husband I'm gonna be" 😋 and he helps you get your dress and shoes off but he makes a point to keep your pretty lingerie on and he watches you get settled on the bed 😋 then he's crawling up over you saying "is my wife gonna let me please her? make her feel good?" and you're nodding which makes him so cocky 😋 he grabs your chin and turns your head for a kiss, then he's kissing down your tummy and he murmurs "I'm gonna make you cum so hard, make sure your first night as my wife is a good one" 😋😋😋😋😋

reminder that Harry swears when he's feeling good and the first time he pushes in when you guys haven't been together in a while he whispers "fuck you feel good" and he's just trying to keep himself together 😋

just started my period and I'm so unbelievably horny i need harry to fuck me with his fingers and make me cum 4 times then fuck me with his aubergine and make me cum 7 times and maybe I'll feel better

touching yourself with bestie harry 😋 he clearly has a thing for you and you like him too but you've never done anything like that 😋 then one day when you're both drunk you share a little kiss that leads to a little makeout sesh 😋 nothing happens that night but neither of you can stop thinking about it and a few days later you just go up to him and kiss him 😋 he's surprised but obviously into it so he's pulling you closer by your hips 😋you mumble "I can't stop thinking about you" and he just moans against your lips 😋 he walks you backwards to your room and pushes you down on the bed, then he's on you again 😋 you're both so feral for each other so it's a little desperate but he's also so gentle with you 😋 finally he breaks away and says "i want- i want to see you touch yourself" and you're kind of like 😳 but he says "you told me when we were drunk that you think about me when you touch yourself, was that true?" and you don't remember telling him that but it's true so you nod 😋 his voice is a little whiny when he says "so show me, please" and you'll do anything he wants at this point 😋 he helps you pull off your shorts and he's watching so intensely when you slip your fingers in your panties 😋 after a minute you say "wait no i want-" and he's all over it immediately he's all "what do you need sweet girl? I'll give you anything you know that" and you say "i want you to feel good too, i want to see you touching too" and his eyes nearly roll back 😋 he's moving so fast to start touching himself too and you're just watching each other making eye contact every so often and it's so hot 😋 when you tell him you're close he grabs your chin and gives you a kiss so you're moaning into his mouth when you cum and he's not far behind 😋 and after that you do stuff like that all the time and soon you're fwb but everyone knows there's more there 😋

harry loves overstimulating you until you're crying and trying to wiggle away then he holds your face in his hands, shushing you and kissing the tears away and he murmurs "do you really need me to stop or are you just being whiny?" 😋

I want harry to put me in my place 😌 i want him to pin my arms down and spit in my mouth and call me his little slut 😋

play figuring with harry bc it turns you on when he gets a little pissed off and pins you down 😋 he calls you a brat and grabs your chin to make you look at him maybe even spits in your mouth all while he's on top of you holding you still 😋

I'm thinking about the first time harry fingers you 😁 you're a little unsure bc you've never done it before but he's all "don't worry, I'll make you feel so good just let me take care of it" and he's so gentle and soft.... kissing all over your tummy and hips murmuring how pretty you are 😁 he can feel that you're a little tense so hes whispering for you to relax 😁 even when he's about to slip his fingers inside he says "just relax, it'll feel so much better i promise" and he calls you his good girl when you do 😁

oh don't even talk to me about him watching you clench..... I will literally kms he's so into it making sure your legs stay spread so he can watch and I can definitely see him blowing a little cold air on you to make you jump bc he's evil 🤕 kissing your inner thighs maybe even a few kisses on your clit but he always moves away right when it starts feeling good so he can watch you clenching on nothing and he would tease you like that for sooooo long 🤕

he would just love to make you beg ... like anon said getting you all worked up with his hand on your neck then going back to normal and asking what you want for dinner and he knows you're desperate and he is too but he likes playing with you so he's holding out 🤕 you don't respond so he looks at you raising an eyebrow saying "did you not hear me? asked what you want for dinner" and all you do is whine trying to beg with your eyes 🤕 when you try to kiss him again he's not giving you nearly enough and he's keeping his hands to himself until you grab them and put them where you want 😵‍💫 he won't do anything until you ask for it bc he knows you get off on being a little embarrassed 🤕

okay I can start us off 😁 harry loves edging way too much it's actually very dangerous for my body to think about. he literally loves to get you worked up all day kissing your neck being so sweet to you calling you his pretty girl and just being extra sweet 😁 then by the end of the day you're so needy for him and basically climbing in his lap for some kisses but he's still acting innocent all "my sweet girl wants some kisses hm?" kissing your cheeks and nose even though he knows exactly what you want 😁 finally you're getting whiny and pouty and he's all "poor baby, what do you want from me? have to tell me or I can't help" and he just smiles when you rock your hips on his 😁and all you can do is whisper "please" tucking your face in his neck 😁he decides to be nice so he gets you tucked in his arms then stands to carry you to the bedroom 😁 he lays you on the bed saying "just needed my attention hm? my needy girl" and he gives you a few kissies on your nose 😁 while he's kissing on your neck his fingers move down and into your shorts and he's all 😮 you're so wet baby what happened? just from a little kissing? being so mean to you but in a gentle voice while his fingers are still touching 😁 you're trying to move your hips up for more but he clicks his tongue saying "uh uh, be a good girl and be patient" and he only smiles more when you whine 😁 he goes soooo slow working you up and making you feel so good but right when you're tensing up and gripping at his hair saying "I'm so close i'm-" he pulls away 😁 you make a sad little cry and open your eyes to look at him and he pouts at you, thumbing over your pouty lip saying "be sweet and put that away" and hes just so close kissing on your face until you calm down 😁 then his fingers move back down and you're so ready to just cum but again he pulls away just in time, and he's still acting so sweet saying "my good girl, you're gonna be so good and give me a few more okay?" and he's asking but also not really asking 😁 he just loves to be in charge and call all the shots and he knows you get off on it too 🤕

the way his nose is all over your clit even when you've already cum and you're overwhelmed kind of trying to push him away but he insists he's being gentle and just cleaning you up 🤕 but he can't help it he's getting into it and before you know it his nose is just theeeere 🤕🤕🤕 he also just really loves your little cries when you're overstimulated... how your hips twitch and you're trying to get away from how intense it is saying "no, no more i can't-" but he just shushes you sooo gently cupping your face whispering "you're okay sweet girl, doing so good for me" and he reaches down again 🤕 and he's so obsessed with how your face scrunches up bc it's just so much 🤕

the first time you hook up with harry, you know about his reputation so you know it'll be good but he kind of takes you by surprise how good it actually is 🤭 he definitely goes down on you and makes you cum twice (and starts to try for a third but you push him away bc it's too much 🤭) and he talks soooo filthy to get you wound up and he's way more into kissing than you realized 🤭 and after he gives you a little break he fingers you and says "i think you can give me a few more, hm? one like this and at least one when I'm fucking you" and all you can do is whine bc it's just sooooo good and you're so overwhelmed 🤭 when you're getting a little too whiny he shushes you gently saying "doing so good for me you know that? my sweet girl" allll the soft praise and gentle neck kisses to keep you calm and make sure all you can think about is him 🤭 by the end of the night you're exhausted and so fucked out and he knows you won't be getting out of his bed for at least a few hours so when he comes back with a warm cloth to clean you up he kisses your forehead and says "i already ordered food, you can sleep if you want and I'll wake you when it's here" 🤭

when it's time to wake you up he's so gentle with it, saying your name softly and kissing your face until your eyes flutter open 😔 you do a full body stretch and smile a little saying "your bed is so much better than mine" and he grins saying "then you'd better sleep over tonight huh?" and your eyes go wide saying "oh I don't have to-" but he shuts you up with a kiss before he says against your lips "you're staying" and he leaves no room to argue and you're not going to complain🤭 the next morning you're way more sore than you expected and you're trying not to show it but he notices how you're walking a little funny and he can't help but grab your waist and pull you back to bed 🤭 he's kissing on your neck saying "I'm sorry... let me make it better" and then he's kissing down your body to eat you out again 🤭 after that you say "you know... you've gone down on me three times now and I haven't gotten to return the favor" and he just smirks, thumbing over your lip and saying "next time" 🤭 when you're ready to leave he insists on walking you home and all the way up to your front door, you give him a little kiss then say "we should do this again" and he's all "we will very much be doing this again" 🤭 he waits to make sure you get inside safely, and once you do you get a text before you even take your shoes off, when you check it it's him asking if you're free tomorrow 🤭

I'm just so horny these days idk if I'm ovulating or what but all I ever ever think about is harry and his thighs I want to ride his thigh so bad and I think he would get so mean and call you a desperate little thing saying it's a little pathetic how you get so worked up just from rubbing on his thigh and he would make you look in his eyes even when you're embarrassed and he would say "i think you can cum just like this can't you?" and you're a little unsure so you're saying "no i think- i need you to-" but he cuts you off saying "you don't need me to do anything, you just need to be a good girl and get yourself off" and he wouldn't help until you're enough of a mess I'm so 😵‍💫🤕🤕🤕

I know you've said aster is so careful and angel would never get to the point where she needs to use her safe word but I'm a bit of a sucker for her just getting a little overwhelmed and needing to slow down for a minute 🤕 like they're trying something a little bit new and she's definitely down and then partway through he's being a little rough how she likes and it's just kind of a lot, she's not used to the position or whatever and right away he can tell her face changes so he's stopping and cupping her face in his hands saying in his most gentle voice "what's the matter baby?" and she shakes her head at first trying to brush him off but he's not letting it go when he can tell she's a little off so he says "I'm not doing anything until you let me know what's going on, hm? what's your color?" and she's biting her lip then says "maybe, um, maybe a little bit yellow? my leg was kind of hurting i don't know it was just a lot" and he's so serious saying "I'm sorry, I didn't realize it wasn't feeling good" and he kisses her forehead 🤕he's running his hands gently over her body to help her calm down and he says "wanna be done for the night? i can go run a bath-" but she cuts him off saying "no I don't want to stop I just need to maybe go a little slower or be in a different position I think" and he's soooo soft 🤕 kissing her face giving her time to calm down and he's so worried that he wasn't making her feel good 🤕 then when she's ready to get into it again he's all "are you sure? we don't have to if you're not feeling it" and she has to convince him she's okay 😭 then he's kissing her saying he's so proud of her for telling him how she feels and what she needs and using her colors 🤕 and then when he's sure she's ready to start up again he can't bring himself to be rough at all he just wants to hold her and be soft and gentle again and make her feel so good to make up for earlier 🤕

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AS PROMISED- Part 2: Rating TWST Boys 1-10 based on how my Mom’s much less toxic but equally chaotic side of The Family™️ would approve of them

I hope y’all are getting a kick out of these because this has been a really fun means of coping with familial trauma while ✨Absolutely Dunking™️✨ on my Dad and his side of the The Family™️. Enjoy! Maybe I’ll do the Obey Me Boys after TWST lmao

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Riddle: 7/10- The Mother™️ would question how young he looks but really love how respectful and responsible he is. She would immediately start asking about his academic pursuits and trying to talk about books and philosophy and stuff. Absolutely would admire how structured and disciplined he keeps his life but would absolutely worry about how regimented and stiff it can seem at times. As far as The Maternal Family™️ goes, they’d be really confused by Riddle; respects and admires the work ethic and diligence, awed by his intelligence, but baffled and worried by his stiff formality. Idk if The Cousins™️ would really be able to let their hair down with him, but The Elder Auntie™️ and her husband would really like him as well as The Nan™️. The Mother™️ would feed this boy literally the best food and send him home with leftovers. Overall would fit in but I wouldn’t bring him to The Farm™️ where The Younger Auntie™️ and her family live. This boi would punt the rooster.

Trey: 100000000000000000000/10- He’s responsible? He cooks? He bakes? He’s a top-notch student?? WHERE’S THE RING, SLEEPY??? The Mother™️ would be practically begging this boi to move in within an hour of knowing him. She’d immediately start trading recipes and comparing notes about anything and everything food related(After the visit she would constantly be asking about him and his family and oooooh when can she meet them too??? SLEEPY PLZ I WANT ANSWERS I NEED TO PREP FOR THE WEDDINGBHRARHAUTSS). As far as The Maternal Family™️ goes, it’d be no different, they’d love him immediately. The Elder Auntie™️ would delight in asking him about his family and how he wound up being such a wonderful young man, The Younger Auntie™️ would absolutely ask him if he’d like to take home some fresh goat cheese and goat milk and eggs with him and then invite him to The Farm™️ for lunch tomorrow. The Cousins™️ would happily deal him into their card games, and The Nan™️ would probably try and drag him to church the next day and bless him into next week. Tbh he’d probably never escape, he’d have to just call his family and have them move in next door. That escalated REAL FUCKIN FAST.

Cater: 8/10- Sweet, sweet boi. After The Mother™️ and The Maternal Family™️ gets past how much he uses his phone and talks about social media, he’d fit right in. Since The Mother’s™️ food is literally the most beautiful and delicious food in all of existence, he’d have plenty to post and she would happily keep providing it. She would be so flattered and tickled pink by how eager this boi is to share her food; extra helpings for Mr. Diamond, absolutely. The Maternal Family™️ would ask him loads of questions about his family and love it even more if Cater takes them through his phone and shows them any pictures or videos of them and any of their fond memories and traditions they have. The Younger Auntie™️ would be wary of this boi’s phone but would happily invite him to The Farm™️ if he wanted to get some super cute and mega aesthetic pictures of the chickens, rooster, and goats. Especially the goats. The Elder Auntie™️ would respect Cater’s eye for aesthetics and ask him how he keeps up with trends so effortlessly. The Cousins™️ would get along so smoothly with Cater that they’d also probably also ask about his sisters and ask if they’d be interested in joining us for a Family Dinner™️ next time and a game(SEVERAL games) of cards.

Ace: 7/10- This boi only gets points docked because he sometimes forgets his manners and can be a little immature, but otherwise would also fit right into The Maternal Family™️ with some squeezing. He’s not as much of an intellectual as them but as such a happy and carefree and loyal individual, ultimately they’d all probably come to accept him with open arms and fond faces. The Nan™️ would probably bore Ace to tears but would only mean well in getting to know him. The Cousins™️ would probably have a blast with Ace in playing cards or getting up to some outdoor shenanigans. Idk what to tell you, he’d fit in pretty well.

Deuce: 10/10- He’s a Mama’s Boy, and The Mother™️ would immediately pick up on that and absolutely smother him with affection. If he offered to help set the table or clean the dishes or cook to be respectful, she’d be sent almost all the way to heaven. Extra helpings FOR SURE. His past wouldn’t bother The Maternal Family™️ because they’d see and have so much respect for how much effort he puts into being an upstanding young man. I’m sure both of The Aunties™️ would love to hear about his Mom and how they spend their time together, and The Uncles™️ would ask after what he wants to do with his ever-brightening future. The Cousins™️ would be fast friends with him for sure and immediately would consider him part of the family. The Nan™️ would very much approve as well and pat his cheek a lot. This boi would also absolutely be sent home with leftovers and an invite back with his Mother. The Maternal Family™️ would also absolutely start asking how serious the relationship is and not so subtly hint at making it down-the-aisle-official.

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Leona: 9/10- This man canonically respects women because he’s from a Matriarchal Society, and thusly The Mother™️ would be fascinated by him and start asking so many questions with genuine and enthusiastic interest about the Sunset Savannah and its culture. If she had a heads up about him being a Lion Beastman, she’d be sure to prep the best meat available to her for his visit to make dinner as delectable as possible for a carnivore while still being a balanced meal. Leona would probably keep it as respectful as he would chill, and thusly would still be well appreciated by The Maternal Family™️. They’re used to me being little more than a zombie sometimes due to my own health issues so they wouldn’t take much issue if Leona seemed tired at the Family Dinner™️ table. As long as he doesn’t deliberately and clearly blow them off(I don’t believe he would at all because if he cared enough about his S/O to go meet his family, he’d put his best foot forward, especially if the family is mostly led by women like The Maternal Family™️). The fact that Leona is a Prince wouldn’t phase anybody outside of just sparking extra curiosity and questions. Tbh Leona probably wouldn’t want to go to The Farm™️ but that wouldn’t stop The Younger Auntie™️ from both extending an invitation as well as an offer to send as many fresh farm products and produce as possible back to the Sunset Savannah as a gift for him and his family. Now after hearing about Cheka, The Younger Auntie™️ would immediately offer to give him the most adorably homemade petting zoo experience of his life and let the lil lion chill with the goats and the chickens. The rooster is an asshole though. Keep Cheka away from the rooster. Anyways Leona would be well-loved by The Maternal Family™️ and sent home with leftovers, love, and an open invitation back anytime. The Cousins™️ especially, they’d love how incredible this man is at chess and his chill vibes. Idk what to tell y’all, they’d love him to bits even despite his laziness at times.

Ruggie: 9/10- The Maternal Family™️ RESPECTS. THAT. HUSTLE. But also would absolutely make sure that Ruggie would get sent home with piles upon piles upon piles of leftovers and fresh farm produce to feed his family and whoever else he would want to share it with. They would ask so many questions about his Grandmother and his community and laud him for how responsible and caring he is about them. The Mother™️ would find Ruggie to be absolutely adorable and like both his dinner and dessert plate high. The Younger Auntie™️ would absolutely invite this boi to The Farm™️. He would not be asked to help with any of the cooking or cleaning or household or farm stuff, he’d honestly be treated like a Prince in his own right, but if he ever did decide to just help out without being asked, The Maternal Family™️ would absolutely be in love. The Cousins™️ might be wary of him playing cards in case he tries to pull a fast one on them, but otherwise would get along swimmingly.

Jack: 10/10- Strong, respectful, responsible, diligent, determined, need I go on? The sheer volume of aggressively positive traits this boi has is so high that The Maternal Family™️ would be over the moon with him. It would take maybe less than ten minutes of talking with him for him to make a good enough first impression on them for them to welcome him into the family. Now, the tail-wagging might throw them for a loop but they’d get used to it and be unbothered by it in no time at all. The Mother™️ would be delighted not just with Jack’s intelligence, but also with how athletic he is. Does he go jogging? Perfect! Come join us(The Mother™️ and The Sibling™️) in the morning! Play sports? Tell us about it! What’s Magift? Sounds fun! The Cousins™️ would practically be BEGGING Jack to come play some sports outside after The Family Dinner™️. The Nan™️ would probably ask if she can pet him tbh but wouldn’t be bothered if he said no. She’d just move right on and start asking about his family and where he wants to invest his future. It’s the athleticism, the respect, and the all around intellect for them😤😤😤 They’d absolutely start asking about making it Down-The-Aisle official after meeting him(and of course, sending him home with mountains of leftovers and fresh produce).

Octavinelle

Azul: 8/10- The Maternal Family™️ would be intrigued at first, maybe a little wary because of how formal he is, but ultimately would come around by the end of a Family Dinner™️. The second the Mostro Lounge comes up, The Mother™️ would be fascinated and ask him all about how he came to essentially run an entire restaurant(Fish Mob notwithstanding) before even graduating. She’d probably ask what they serve there, who makes the food, what’s the vibe, etc. If pics come out, she would die from how cool it looks, and would absolutely want to come pay a visit. Tbh she’d probably also want to meet Floyd and Jade buuuuuut I’m not sure if that’d really go the way she’d think it would. Anyways! She’d definitely show off the most unhinged Baby Sleepy™️ pictures she can find if she catches wind of Azul having a difficult time in the past with his looks and sense of self(I was a weird bean too, it’d just be her way of trying to hype him up). Anyways! The Maternal Family™️ would also be similarly fascinated by Azul’s business ventures and how resourceful he is. The Nan™️ would be highly confused by the idea of an underwater lounge but, by the end of an inevitable unintentional business promotion from Azul(maybe the prospect of a free meal?), she’d be bursting at the seams to go visit with The Mother™️ for Parents Week at NRC. I think that, while Azul is incredibly charming and can lay it on when he needs to, he’s still just a little too formal to be invited to The Farm™️ immediately by The Younger Auntie™️, but would be eventually. The Cousins™️ will also be put off a little at first by him being a literal business boi, but will get past that easily after getting to know him. Just gotta give it some time and everybody will be a member of the Azul fan club.

Jade: 7/10- This boi is smooth, charming, and almost unnervingly perfect on the surface. He exudes ominous energy unintentionally, and definitely would put The Maternal Family™️ off at first. The Mother™️ would absolutely give him a warm reception though, despite the initial vibes, and start delving into the questions about him. When she learns about Mostro Lounge, her interest would be piqued, and like with Azul, she’d ask all sorts of questions about the menu and how it’s run and what Jade’s role is in the whole operation. The Maternal Family™️ would take some time to warm up to Jade completely, but what would tip The Cousins™️ and The Younger Auntie’s™️ family over the edge and into his fan club is learning about the Mountain Lovers’ Club. They literally live on the base of a mountain! If Jade wants to go explore the local mountain range(bonus hint: it’s featured in a very famous folk country song), then they’ll happily invite him to The Farm™️(he’d terrify the rooster into submission) and set him up for a nice hike with The Cousins™️ and The Younger Auntie™️. The Elder Auntie™️ would probably still be a little sus if Jade but would probably come around after The Nan™️ decides he’s a good lil lad. He really is a good boi when it’d come to his S/O so I fully believe that meeting their family would lead him to be the most genuine he’d probably get with other people, if not a little more schmoozy than normal to sweeten that first impression. The Mother™️ would probably send him home with leftovers for both him and Floyd so that his brother will feel welcome to join at the next Family Dinner™️(oh boy).

Floyd: 5/10- Oh boy. This boi is definitely out there for them. The Mother™️ would be very taken aback by Floyd’s behavior, but would do her best to be kind and accommodating. She’d certainly ask about his family, his interests, etc., but probably struggle to find some direction in the conversations with him. The Maternal Family™️ would probably have a similar issue in trying to get to know Floyd but would still treat him with kindness and respect despite their bewilderment and mild confusion. The Cousins™️ would probably get along with him the best, especially when they find out about him playing on the basketball team at NRC. The Elder Auntie™️, despite his laid-backness, would probably appreciate Floyd’s eye for style and appreciation of fashion. It’d definitely be a mixed bag of opinions by the end of the Family Dinner™️ but ultimately, regardless of what The Maternal Family™️ would think of him themselves, they’d approve of him as long as he treated his S/O well and made them happy.

Scarabia

Kalim: Literal Sunshine/10- Because this boi is literally sunshine incarnate and will spoil anyone and everyone he befriends in the general vicinity, The Mother™️ will absolutely just wrap this lil boi in affection and care and stuff his tummy full of the best food on that side of the Mississippi. Kalim would get hugs just as warm and tight as he’d give them, a belly full of food with plenty of leftovers for him, his family, and even Jamil! If Jamil were to accompany Kalim for his first meeting with The Maternal Family™️, he’d be treated with just as much kindness and camaraderie as Kalim, and absolutely sent home with his own bounty of leftovers for his family as well. The Aunties™️ would absolutely eat Kalim up though, and he would absolutely be immediately invited to The Farm™️ for a tour and the same homemade petting zoo that The Younger Auntie™️ would offer Cheka in Leona’s scenario. This boi would love the goats, literally would annihilate the world with how cute it’d be to watch him tour the farm and pet the goats. Anyways, the Family Dinner™️ introducing Kalim to the entire family would be such a smashing success that The Maternal Family™️ would already start planning a party to host the Al-Asims and start planning the wedding. Sleepy what’s your dress size? No, you’re not gonna make it yourself, hush.

Jamil: 9001/10- Honestly just as good of a fit as Kalim. While he’s reserved and plays his cards close to the chest, I fully believe that Jamil would do his best to be more open when meeting his S/O’s family for the first time, and thusly would make a very good impression on The Maternal Family™️. The Mother™️ would dote on this man after learning how respectful and responsible he is on top of being one of the hardest working people at NRC. She would give him literally the best meal in her power to muster, and ask all about his hobbies and interests, and absolutely avoid asking about anything Kalim-related after learning that it’s basically what he has to do for his job because of his family’s history with the Al-Asims. He plays basketball? Awesome! He should go shoot some hoops with The Cousins™️ and The Sibling™️ after dinner! He breakdances? W O W!! Show us some videos please! The Maternal Family™️ would literally be so impressed by how multitalented and responsible Jamil is, and even moreso if they learn how cunning and strategic he is when he inevitably gets roped into playing cards, chess, mancala, or even Stratego! There would also be an open invitation to The Farm™️, and if Jamil isn’t interested in seeing the animals, that’s ok! The Younger Auntie™️ would be happy to have another Family Dinner™️ at her house this time where she cooks instead of The Mother™️! Regardless, Jamil would be sent home(reluctantly, The Maternal Family™️ absolutely wants to have him move in) with leftovers and fresh produce to last him at least several more days if not a full week. When is he coming back, Sleepy? Have you talked about….you know?! *Wiggles ring finger expectantly* He’s such a nice boy….

Pomefiore

Vil: 9/10- Vil would like The Maternal Family™️, and they would like Vil. The Mother™️ would be mindful of his strict diet upon request if he joined them for a Family Dinner™️ and would absolutely offer to pack up and send him home with only the most wholesome leftovers for later in the week. The Mother™️ is such a master of the culinary arts that I’m confident that she’d absolutely be able to find a dessert to fit well enough into Vil’s strict diet to eat on a non-cheat day, but would happily forego that course of the meal upon request. She’s a big health nut too so absolutely would respect and accommodate Vil as much as possible. If he’d be open to spilling some of his secrets, she’d probably like to trade recipes with him too for health foods and wholesome snacks! The Younger Auntie™️ would absolutely do so as well, and would make sure that, if Vil doesn’t take home any of The Mother’s™️ leftovers, he at least has a bag full of fresh and wholesome produce to bring back home with him! The invite to The Farm™️ is probably not one Vil would take her up on but she wouldn’t be that offended. As far as The Elder Auntie™️ goes, she’d be so dazzled by his work and his celebrity status and probably ask how he manages to stay so put together and well balanced considering all of the pressure he’s under to be so perfect all of the time. The Nan™️ would probably just be vibin’ on the side and appreciating how Vil clearly puts a lot of care and consideration into his looks and public image as well as his health. She’d probably try to convince him to take some of her special sweet bread home and just slip it into his bag when he’s not looking if he politely declines. Anyways everybody would really like Vil, even The Cousins™️, and the only thing that’d be at all worrying for them is just that dating celebrities can be really difficult when said celebrity has thousands of fans that might lash out on social media out of jealousy. That’s not Vil’s fault though, so The Maternal Family™️ would be a-okay with this absolute S-Tier catch.

Rook: Literally Cannot Even/10- For reference, The Maternal Family™️ has very strong French and German heritage and thusly will be floored that this man is fluent in one of those languages. And that’s only the FIRST thing about him that would impress their socks off. Because of this man’s solar-level-flair(yes, I know a flare is different from flair, it’s a PUN😤) for the dramatic, I have no doubts in my mind that he would greet The Mother™️ with a full bow and a flourish followed by a kiss on the back of her hand after kneeling before her. This man doesn’t just drink that respecc wamen juice, he feckin CHUGS it. Man’s gonna worship the woman who birthed his S/O and then of course the woman who birthed the woman who birthed his S/O; this will earn him ALL THE SON-IN-LAW-TO-BE POINTS. He will be fed a veritable king’s feast and then treated to an old and one of our most special family recipes for dessert(I can’t tell you what it is though😉). The Maternal Family™️ would absolutely hang onto every word that leaves this man’s mouth when he’s telling a story or a joke because of how much of a natural entertainer he is(and incredibly easy on the eyes). It wouldn’t take long at all for everyone to be head over heels for Mr. Hunt; The Younger Auntie™️ would absolutely invite Rook to The Farm™️ on the condition that he doesn’t hunt the goat or the chickens(mcfrick the rooster lol), to which I’m sure he would happily accept. By the end of the Family Dinner™️ everyone would be so showered in compliments and praise that Rook would barely escape without being convinced to spend the night in the guest room and stay for a nice brunch in the morning. His S/O would have to literally drag him out to get him home at a decent hour.

Epel: 7/10- This boi is probably the most like everyone in The Maternal Family™️ and would fit in the most seamlessly. The Mother™️ would have to resist the urge to calm him cute and adorable and probably would fill the hole that that’d leave by asking Epel about his family, where he comes from, and his family’s business! Apples?? No way! Our family makes fresh applebutter in the Fall! You’ll join us next time, right? Bring your Granny! The Nan™️ would abso-feckin-lutely love Epel and how spunky he is; by the end of the visit, she’d be determined to find a new friend in Meemaw Felmier. Epel seems like he’d really enjoy The Farm™️, so the Younger Auntie would offer the invite as the visit is winding down and while loading him up with goat cheese and goat milk and veggies to bring back to Chez Felmier for his family. The Cousins™️ would definitely pal around with Epel and warm up to him the fastest out of everybody since he can probably relate the most to them. Altogether Epel would fit in pretty well, but because he’s still a lad, The Maternal Family™️ would still be a bit wary until he grows a little more.

Ignihyde

Idia: 5/10- Okay, so here’s the thing; The Maternal Family™️ is warm and very inviting and will do their very best to make people that come and spend time with them feel as welcome and at home as possible. However- it’s up to the guests to meet them in the middle, and with Idia struggling so fiercely with social anxiety and also not being the most socially adept regardless, I think both The Mother™️ and The Maternal Family™️ might be a little awkward in figuring out how to best settle into this relationship. They’d certainly do their best and get to a comfortable place with him eventually, knowing that he makes his S/O as happy and cozy as he can, but the interim would be a bit crunchy. Idia probably wouldn’t have much access to junk food and easy snacks while visiting The Mother™️ but she would absolutely feed him like one of her own. The Aunties™️ both might be wary, but due ti his affinity with all things otaku, The Cousins™️ and The Sibling™️ would get along with Idia easily after breaking the ice. All in all the initial visit would be a bit awkward, but I’m certain with time they’d come to treat him like any other family member.

Ortho: Literal Child/10. Nothing about this would be in a boyfriend way, he’d probably accompany Idia on the “meet the family” visit. The Maternal Family™️ would love him though, they’d think he’s positively adorable. His chipper attitude coupled with his incredibly earnest and sincere curiosity about things. Ortho would be included in literally everything. He is a good boy and The Maternal Family™️ would commit whole crimes for him. Frick.

Diasomnia

Malleus: Happily Ever After/10- Okay, so because he’s THE Heir to the throne, he’d probably have to bring along his retainers for security buuuuut I can guarantee that even Sebek would be more than satisfied with how honored and welcomed his Waka-sama would be into the Den of the Mother™️. Regardless of his Royal Status, he’d still get literally the biggest hug from the smallest woman and sat down for the best meal she can muster(which I guarantee is Michelin level good). Because Malleus is such a gentle and curious soul and was trained to be the very picture of impeccable manners and diplomacy, I’m sure he’d probably be very interested in not only the meal The Mother™️ would prepare, but also all the little knickknacks around her house, and she would be SO happy to be able to tell him about anything and everything she has knowledge on. The Maternal Family™️ would absolutely equal and mirror Malleus’s curiosity about the human world with their own regarding the Valley of Thorns. They might be a little nervous at first to ask questions, but Lilia would abso-fucking-lutely break that ice for both parties in no time. The Nan™️ would be so infatuated with Malleus by the end of their first conversation precisely because of his gentility and curiosity; she’d find his lack of knowledge of human society as the most adorable novelty. The Elder Auntie™️ would be very impressed by his title but also certainly would get a kick out of his special interest in Gargoyles and probably direct him to The Elder Uncle™️, who was an architect before he retired, and The Sibling™️, who went to college to study world history and also has a fascination with architecture. Now, this would make for great conversation up and until The Farm™️ gets brought up. This would probably be as much a novelty for Malleus as it would be an exciting field trip in Lilia’s eyes, who will probably insist that they all go visit the following day. Needless to say that The Younger Auntie™️ will absolutely be sending Malleus home with loads of her fresh farm products to share with his family and for Lilia to use in his “cooking”. All in all, the Family Dinner™️ would be a cozy, warm, and exciting experience for everyone in attendance and especially for Malleus. The highlight of the meal would undoubtedly be the dessert options he’d have available to him, reason being that The Mother™️ owns one of those ball thingys that makes homemade ice cream when it’s tossed around for a while. Between the prospect of homemade ice cream and the game of throwing and rolling around The Ball™️ with The Cousins™️, Malleus(so long as he doesn’t throw it so hard that he breaks it or any of the family) would be having so much fun despite Sebek screeching about “making Lord Malleus do manual labor”. Of course once the ice cream is ready, The Mother™️ would make sure that our favorite fae Prince gets as many toppings on top as he pleases, and finds his thinly veiled giddiness to be the most precious thing in the whole world. Rather than sending him home with leftovers, she’d make sure that Malleus understood that he’s a.) welcome back literally anytime with a heads up, and b.) got an invitation by extension for his family and especially his Grandmother, who The Maternal Family™️ will absolutely bend over backwards for to impress. They’d literally be begging ol’ Sleepy for details about the relationship afterwards, constantly asking after Malleus, sending well wishes and regards to his family(The Younger Auntie™️ would probably work out some means of getting fresh goat milk and goat cheese and chèvre to the castle for Grandma Draconia monthly), and dropping incredibly not-so-subtle hints about wanting a wedding soon. They’d be so proud and so happy that he’d be able to provide total stability and security for his S/O in pretty much every way imaginable. It’s no wonder he’d probably be their perfect pick out of everybody here.

Lilia: 10/10- It would not be hard at all for the Diasomnia Dad to charm the socks off of The Maternal Family™️. Between exchanging his very eccentric recipes with The Mother™️, to listening with fascination to The Younger Auntie™️ telling him all about The Farm™️, to just turning The Nan™️ into a giggly, giddy mess with how incredibly charming this boi is when he really starts laying it on, to probably absolutely handing The Cousins’™️ asses to them on the finest silver platters in most video games, The Maternal Family™️ would be absolutely in love with Lilia as much as he would be in love with his S/O. The Mother™️ probably wouldn’t let him into the kitchen for obvious reasons after hearing about his recipes, but she’d absolutely spoil him rotten with her incredible meals. She’d probably attempt to get him in for another family visit every week after that first Family Dinner™️ because he’s such a bright and entertaining presence in any room he’s in. So, Sleepy…..I know he’s busy with his….kids…?….but when are we gonna get to see that lovely Mr. Vanrouge again? How’s that ring finger lookin’?

Sebek: 6.5/10- Sebek’s stiff formality would absolutely throw everyone in The Maternal Family™️ off at first, as well as his initial ostensible disgust with humans, but if he loves his S/O enough to go and meet their family, I think he’d truly do his best to be respectful. Sure, The Maternal Family™️ would do their best to hold conversations and get to know him, but he’d still probably find a way back to talking about his Wakasama and his homeland among other things, but he’d still probably still exhibit enough manners to make a decent impression. The Mother’s Food™️ is absolutely incredible so I fully believe it can charm anyone, Sebek included, and I’m sure that he’d probably be able to muster up his compliments after getting past his initial shock. I’m not sure how The Aunties™️ and The Nan™️ would feel after just one visit(especially since Sebek probably would not show much interest in The Farm™️ or any human hobbies), but if both he and they got to know each other better, they’d come to accept him with some time. He’s GOTTA chill out though.

Silver: 9/10: Mans is a literal Disney Princess, just mega sleepy; he’d absolutely do his best to stay awake to meet his S/O’s family though! Lucky for him, The Maternal Family™️ is used to my own chronic fatigue issues so they’d absolutely make room for him mid-visit if he really needed to take a nap. Otherwise, they would love to get to know him! This chivalrous yet laid-back personality would fit right in with the more chill members of The Maternal Family™️, The Mother™️ included. Everybody would love to ask and hear about Silver’s experience growing up as a human in a fae society, and then subsequently start asking him what human experiences he hasn’t tried yet and if he’d like to go on a family outing to go do them. The Cousins™️ especially would want to get to know Silver so that if he has missed out on some aspects of the human experience thus far, they can become his adventure buddies. Regardless, everyone, including The Nan™️, would have no problem accepting Silver into the family right away. The Mother™️ would send him home with plenty of leftovers(much to Lilia’s chagrin and Diasomnia’s delight) and an invitation to bring his family with him next time! They’ll have important things to discuss.👀

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You know I’m almost an adult now (I’m 23) and now I’m unemployed and since I was 14, I started to create my own opinions, etc. and I feel that since then, my dad doesn’t like me (????) Maybe I’m wrong, but he always do anything to irritates me, he says that I’m not loving as I used to like when I was a kid. He complains when I waste money bc he has to pay for everything, he says “you’re still living in my house and I’m feeding you so you should be grateful for all that you have”, he complains when he needs to buy my medication and pay my psychiatrist, and now I’m in my room and I heard he talking with my mom that he’s wasting too much money on food (???) I mean, I know it’d be soooo much worse if I still was a child, but I’m an adult now so I feel that I deserve it bc I don’t have a job and I can’t afford to pay for my own things, you know?!? I feel that if I ask him to buy me literally anything, I’m asking too much. Sometimes I think he’s a narcissist…. and my mom doesn’t say a fucking word, sometimes it seems she’s not even living here. 😐

I think a lot of or the majority of abusive/toxic parents definitely do not like it when their kids form them own opinions. Some people like my own mother just expects their kids to agree with them on everything or they like the control they have over their children’s opinions and ideals that it startles them when the child starts to form their own opinions. My birth giver definitely got angry when I started to voice my own opinions at around 13. She made it very clear very soon that I was not allowed to have my own opinions or express them. Anything but her truth is wrong and sinful. Sometimes people expect their kids to be a mini them or they live vicariously through their children so they expect them to be robots and not have their own thoughts.

It’s very detrimental to a child to make them feel like they can’t have their own opinions and express them. It is not only very annoying but puts the child in the position to be vulnerable and manipulated easily since they will be used to bring told what to believe. It just divides the parent and child.

#tw cussing #bad words #abusive parent #toxic parent #abusive mom #manipulative #abuse #mental abuse #opinions #parenting #child #child abuse #tw abuse

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ainarosewood · 2 years

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Journey’s Start

@sea-wolf-coast-to-coast

FFxivWrite2022 Day 18 Prompt : Free Write

Senah jerked awake for the third night in a row clammy from sweat as the strange dream left her. The Lalafell’s heart was hammering as she sat up and stared out her window into the starry sky broken up by the branches of the trees.

As she sat there the quiet voice of her mother reached her ears. “Its getting to be too much Ardert. I know he needs it but the medicine is so expensive. We can barely afford it, much less getting it and keeping the farm up.”

“I know,” Ardert stated the frustration evident in his voice, “But what can we do Jora let the poor boy spend his days coughing to a point o bein unable to move?”

“No…,” she replied, sounding guilty that she had even brought it up.

“We’ll manage luv somehow we always do. Maybe we sell some o the sheep te them Limsan folks make less work overall. I know little Senah’s tryin te fill in fer her brother, but let's face it farm works hard on a Lalafell.”

Senah grimaced, her father hit hard on the truth of it. She was doing her best to fill in the gap her brother Burchard had left in the farm. Two falls past the boy had come down with the Creeping Death. Only being half Hyur, he survived it better than some did. But it permanently scarred his lungs and made him prone to coughing fits that literally made him bedridden most of the time without the medicine.

Medicine that was made in Frondale’s Phonistery in Ul’Dah and had to be imported into Gridania proper where one of the family would have to make the three day trip to the city to buy it and another three to bring it back to the farm. Medicine that only lasted a month.

All in all it was putting a strain on the farm every time it needed to be gotten but none of the family would allow Burchard to go without it. He suffered so much without its help and they all loved him too dearly to let that happen.

There's gotta be something that can be done, Senah thought to herself as she sat there in bed

Then it hit her, she struggled with farm work but she was skilled enough with a bow. Time and again she had brought her family food via a quick clean shot. The last time it had been her who had gone to Gridania to get her brother's medicine. While there she had stopped in the Carline Canopy to see Mother Miounne speaking with a young Miqo’te who had just arrived and was registering as an adventurer.

Adventurers get paid te do all sorts o odd jobs round Gridania, the Shroud and pretty much anywhere folks are lookin fer help she said to herself.

Making up her mind she got up and made her way out to the kitchen where her mother and father had been quietly talking. Her mother turned and said softly, “Sorry Senah we didn’t mean to wake you.”

The Dunesfolk shook her head, “Ye didn’t wake me ma but I did hear ye and dad talking.”

Both the Elezen and his Hyuran wife looked sheepish and started to open their mouths to speak when she raised her hand to stop them.

“I ain’t upset far from it actually. I getcha an I know how hard its been and how technically useless I am on the farm. The tools are too big fer me and I can’t really wrangle the herd. Bout the only thing I can do is get ol Basil te listen and even then he’s just a stubborn bird that don’t wanna do much.” she stated, “An it got me thinkin, I’m a fair hand with a bow an Gridania’s always looking fer ‘venturers te help out. So I think I should head te the city proper and join the guild…”

Worry filled her father’s eyes and the Elezen blurted, “Senah…adventuring is dangerous. Its not just simple chores, sometimes it's killing beasts or even Ixal…”

Senah nodded, “I know it ain't a skip through flowers, I know there's trouble abound ‘specially now even so far after the Calamity but, there is coin te be had. Coin that could help the farm out and I ain't afraid. I also ain't plannin on rushing out till I got proper knowledge o things. And Gridania has the Archers Guild which could teach me how te hone my bow skills so I could defend myself.”

“Senah…” her mother began

“Look I get it, yer worried and rightly so. But I ain't gonna just run off and try and gain glory and the like. I’ll do the small jobs, the ones some scoff at cause they think it beneath em. I go slow and careful. Ye both and my brothers have always treated me like family and I wanna do my part te help.”

Her father gave a bemused smirk, “There is no talking you outta this is there?”

The Dunesfolk shook her head, “Nope, it ain't just cause o concern for the family I’m doing this.” she paused a moment her eyes became contemplative before she continued, “It’s something I need to do, dunno why, but it is.”

Her father nodded her mother made a sound of protest but he just held up a hand to her before looking his diminutive daughter in the eye stating, “When mornin starts run over te Asta’s farm and ask if she’s got a moment te talk. She spent years wanderin as an adventurer fore she settled down te farm. Find out what yer signing up for if it’s whatcha wanna do lass.”

Senah nodded then bid both of them good night knowing full well that just because she was supposed to go over there tomorrow didn't mean she didn't still have to do the chores in the morning.

Her heart was pounding again this time with excitement. She had been truthful that she wasn't going to just rush into things but that didn't mean that the prospect of doing something other than farm work all day long wasnt an exciting thought. And as she had told both of them this felt right, like it was something she was meant to do. She didn’t know how or why but it did.

#FFxivWrite2022 #oc Senah Thyme #Lalafell #dunesfolk #aether data center #midgardsormr

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leam1983 · 1 year

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Respite

The dogpile's found its way to the couch again. Walt's been swallowing flies all afternoon, so we're guaranteed a peppy Polycule Dad for the evening. As a result, our eyes might be closed, but we're deep in discussion.

"It's just - homophobia feels like a termite infestation, to me," he says. "You're both right, I would've steamrolled these two idiots in any other setting. When I don't have wiggle room, though, or have a sense that slurs are being tossed in my face while I'm on my playing field, they just sort of stick to me, and wriggle their way through everything I've built. All the rationalizations, the self-soothing measures and..."

He pauses, and I feel him smirk. "And the literal fat I've packed on. Yes, that too. On my best of days, I feel my own weight as a positive. I feel big. I feel solid. I feel dependable."

There's a sigh. "Because I couldn't pivot and because these fuckers left me no breathing room, they just ate through it all like termites through softwood. One of them eventually tossed a barb about how I couldn't possibly last in bed, couldn't possibly satisfy anyone - and they echoed the exact same words my ex used to bring me down.

I felt small, yesterday afternoon. I felt useless. I felt like nobody could see what I work so hard to bring to the world, to you two."

I sighed. "We see, big guy. I know it's never this easy, but if something like this ever happens, just remind yourself that only two opinions about you seriously count: mine and Sarah's. I'm not here to land a sermon and I definitely won't wag the Weight Loss specter in your face this week, hon."

He chuckles. "No?"

"No. I don't have a time limit, but for now, I'm dead-set on loving each and every one of your extra pounds, hon. I love your gingham and your pocket squares, I love your wire-frame glasses, I love the way your neck fat bunches up because of your neckties - and I'll forever be grateful for the fact that you trusted us enough to join us - to love us. I love your taste, literal and figurative, I love the way you care, I love how fierce you can be about defending us...

I could go on."

He chuckled again, but it was strangled. This time, though, it wasn't sorrow that clutched at his throat, but more love than he knew how to express. He kissed me, hard, and then turned his head to give Sarah the same long and exploratory liplock.

"I love you both so much," he then hissed, "that it actually hurts, sometimes."

I leaned in closer. "You told me you had me, a few months back. That I could lean on you. Consider this a tacit return of the favor. I'll help you and Sarah however and whenever I can."

A few more hard kisses followed, almost aggressive in tone. He eventually guided Sarah's hand downwards as he used his other hand to briefly lock my head and gaze in place, straight into his own eyes.

"I want you both. Right now."

The usual triangle formed. Walt wanted to taste the comfort we could offer in its most literal sense, and Sarah acting like Walt's caregiver for the day had already seeded a few fantasies in the back of my mind. I wanted her, I wanted Walt, she wanted both of us and he wanted Sarah and I.

It's half past five and Walt and I's bed is thoroughly ransacked. He buried his head in several pillows to scream his release and all the irrational ways we ended up promising the world to one another. All professional courtesy's been tossed to the wind - the three coworkers are gone, for now. In their place, there's three lovestruck idiots very knowingly building castles in Spain. Sarah wants us to take the rest of february off and to spend it as overgrown teenagers finally introducing their big brother to classic video games. I want to do the same, but with a tower of books and day after day of longing, tender glances.

Walt's the typical high-flyer and big spender, and again imagines us moneyed and independent, free to waste entire years away on sunlight and food and booze - whenever he doesn't imagine us pounding it like animals in a small houseboat off the coast of Jamaica.

"I'm old and fat and overly dressed and I want so much for us it hurts; I look at myself and see more of a stud than anything Hollywood wants to sell me. I overeat and oversleep and love every second of it; I'm all your fetishes combined and I want more, more, more - always more..."

Walt's mantra during our last go is a reassurance of sorts: he's back to his expansive self. He's the polycule's bulwark again, the slab of well-dressed and ravenous flesh that's as much intellectually famished as physically craven. It's nonsensical and still utterly true, it's pure Word Salad by the end, but it speaks to the fact that we're all part of the same mechanism. We need each other like a spoke needs its wheel.

"Will anyone ever understand?" I ask, joining in. Sarah's happily exhausted, at that point.

"It doesn't matter," she says. "We carry our own magic. Nobody else matters but us."

Walt gasps as he finally crests. "Nobody else but us," he repeats - like an affirmation. Or a prayer.

Or a pact.

#life post #lgbtqa #gay #bisexual #polyamory #cw: sex mention

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goofeyflowers · 2 years

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Rant About My Roommate’s Friend - Advice Wanted Pls :^(

My Roommate who we will call N has been living here before my partner and I, we moved in with him. So I’ve been trying really hard to be okay with the friends of his he brings to our apartment. But it’s incredibly hard to even be in the same room as his friend who we will call Z. The moment I met Z, he just started talking at me. Not to me. Not with me. Just AT me. I opened the door and he introduced himself to me as N’s friend who was going to join DnD tonight and then immediately started talking to me about how he lives with his dad, the economy is in shambles, socialism is THE answer and that capitalism is okay but only when it’s done right and have you seen Star Wars? Because ther…

He wouldn’t have even known my name if I hadn’t said it right before hiding in my room. I said it as clearly as I could, trying to get my words out before he spoke over them, and introduced my self as Dakota, S’s BOYFRIEND.

When my partner (S) & N had gotten home from work they asked if I would help them bring down the trash so they could take it out. The moment I come out of the room, Z makes sure to tell me how bored he is and how his phone doesn’t have much data because he’s poor it’s the economy’s fault and do you know where the remote is?? I told him the remote was my N’s phone because the TV belonged to N and N had lost it. He still acts like it’s my fault somehow. Maybe for not telling him? But he wouldn’t let me get a word in edge-wise, not even to say my name AND he wasn’t my guest so I didn’t see it as my responsibility, especially when my social battery was already low and I needed to recharge before DnD and he kept speaking over me.

That night at DnD he misgendered me and my character both repeatedly and I kept correcting him and so did S and he just didn’t get it. I felt very unimportant and excluded all session because tho things tend to get chaotic and that just sometimes happens with DnD, I could tell that Z valued my opinions less because he saw me as a woman. I came to this conclusion after realizing he wasn’t doing it to anyone else who were all masculine amab male presenting. It was also very apparent in his vibes & overall interactions that I was just Some Girl to him.

It was hard getting through the first few times we all hung out but eventually I put Z in his place by making sure I be included and by continuing to speak louder and louder every time he tried to interrupt me or invalidate what I was in the middle of saying. He also started correctly gendering me way more after S & N talked to him about it. But I still found him really difficult, as he NEVER asked anyone about their own life or experiences and demanded everyone else listen to HIS interests, play HIS game of choice, and his choices always had to be seen as the right choice or else he was going to sulk and pout about it. One night after S & N had gone to bed, Z was still awake as well as our other roommate, another one of N’s friends, and myself. But the friend and roommate both quickly went to bed because Z wouldn’t let them talk about anything other than this game he was showing them that they clearly had no interest in. He managed to make them both feel excluded and uncomfortable while talking non stop about his computer game that was Not Multi-Player and not letting them get a word in about anything else. The only reason I even know is because I was doing dishes while this was happening.

I then noticed that he was staying whole days here, 24 hours at a time and barely eating. He said he didn’t want to feel rude by eating any of our groceries. And the fact of the matter is that S and I are literally so poor right now that we have no food or groceries to share, as I am disabled and can’t work at all anymore due to my disability suddenly getting way worse. I had assumed N gave Z clear boundaries on what he could and could not eat, but apparently he didn’t at all. So I offered Z a baked potato while I was making one for myself, and suddenly Z feels much more comfortable getting into our refrigerator and cabinets. It’s concerning because I have no way of knowing if he’s eating the little bit of our food we have.

But what really tipped me over the edge, is that N invited Z unexpectedly and I NEVER know when Z is coming by and can NEVER mentally prepare. He just Shows Up. And that would’ve been fine, but Z started talking about how he’s going to start helping with the dishes and the trash. And that pissed. Me. Off. Because he comes here and complains about how he lives with his dad and can’t 420 over there 24/7 and then he wants to come here and act like he lives here? I need him to know that he doesn’t live here. And I would literally rather move home than be imprisoned in the same fucking apartment as him 24/7. He doesn’t even have his own car and I can barely drive because of my condition, we’d be stuck here together constantly and I already don’t feel at home with my other two roommates. :^((

I have been anxious and stressed all night since he got here and when S came to check on me, I told them I was fine because they left the door wide opened and I was really anxious for anyone else to hear that I was upset. It’d be really obvious that it was about Z and I had just disappeared without telling anyone. Now I’ve been shaking, sweating, clenching my jaw and dealing with a headache for the past hour and I don’t know how to calm down.

I plan on talking to N about it but I can’t until Z leaves and I have no idea when that will be. Advice??? Someone help please?? Message me or send asks plssssss :^(((((((

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kirascottage · 3 years

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dating jj maybank

jj maybank x gender neutral. reader

word count: 1.8k

cw: headcanons, overall domestic fluff, angst if you squint till ur visions blurry, mentions of poor emotional expression, mentions of sex / sexual innuendos, mentions of fighting / injury, strong pda, kissing, consensual groping, swearing, soft!jj

okay so this is the first time i’ve ever written dating headcanons so i’m gonna try my best

• jj and expressing emotions are a very complicated duo and almost everyone knows it, including you. he knows how he feels for you, and feels it strongly, but the way it comes out of his mouth is like gibberish and completely not understandable.

“so you know — like — i don’t know, man. i feel heavy for you, like do you feel heavy for me, too?”

“jj, i don’t even know what heavy means in this context and what you’re referring to.”

• but he comes from a good place, and you come to know, learn and love that, because well he loves you, and with jj you just have to infer by his mess of words.

• this boy tries to be as romantic as possible but he’s literally never had a s/o before. the only thing he knows are one nighters so there is a lot that pope and john b advise him on because miscommunication is quite literally the worst. (stated by john b himself)

• for this instance and the sake of the headcanons: you are a member of the pogues, through and through.

• so most of the time you’re together, the pogues are there too. even dates. they love to occupy and jj could shout at the top of his lungs how they are the biggest cock-blockers to ever exist and they would not care.

• so at that point he doesn’t even try to keep his hands to himself, he will touch you or quite literally make out with you in front of anyone and everyone he can.

• i mean he can get a little protective. (also considering he would never let you around his dad because he wants to protect you and would never let you near anyone that could hurt you)

• i mean this guy would fight for you till the very end; punches thrown countless of times and harsh words absolutely shouted more times than you could count on your fingers, but no matter how many times you chastise jj, he would never stop to defend your honour because at the end of the night you’re the one playing with his hair and kissing his cuts and bruises.

• especially after everything as well with rafe, topper and the kooks he just wants everyone (including the tourons you see once a millennium) to know that you and him are romantically involved and you are very much taken.

• he even lets the most irrelevant people know the both of you are dating because he loves you that much:

“okay, babe, here me out—”

“jj a whole group of kids just asked me about our relationship! i love you, but the whole population does not need to know that we’re together.”

“obviously we can't tell the whole population! or I would, duh.”

• even though he could blabber on about everything about you, including what shampoo you use and which perfume of yours is his favourite, affection is more his style:

• this includes walking around with his hand in your back pocket because wearing anything but jean shorts is really not an option in that heat, (and this does include ass grabbing at every opportunity he can)—

• — his hand gently placed on your thigh while driving / while he’s next to you, interlocking pinkies 98% of the time as you walk together —

• — and peppering kisses is always happening. whether they’re ticking at your checks, suffocating your neck or affectionately placed on your forehead he’s always kissing you.

• other key, and essential, things that come to mind are that his arm is always around you; after everything that’s happened to him he just needs to physically know you’re there and that’s enough to subdue him.

• it’s almost routine for him arm to go around your waist or your shoulder, whether you’re tall or short, tbh he doesn’t really care, his arms and lips are always on you.

• dating jj is dating a teenage boy with absolutely no impulse control and zero control over what he says—

“I mean, dude, if you think about it, why isn’t a banana called a yellow if an orange is called an orange? and why are phones called ‘telephones’ like who the fuck came up with that crap?”

“i mean, hey, we could bang out here and it’s not like anyone would know. like jb could be out in the living room and be like clueless.”

“jj, there’s two windows pointing directly at us. i think he would know.”

• —if you don’t understand then he definitely does not either.

• you also flip each other off a lot and people are like ??? but you both are like — fuck you —(affectionate & full of love with my middle fingers)

• one thing he does know is how to flatter you, whether he’s obnoxiously winking at you or bringing you flowers with his tips from work, or he picked them himself, it’s all in the effort.

• any effort from you is like kids getting their favourite toy they’ve been wanting on christmas, for instance: anytime you bring him food, or offer to stay with him at john b’s is like swelling up his heart to the maximum.

• so when he’s not with you, or the pogues, which is rare he is outside. and jj is like diego the explorer he always finds little places just for himself, or for this instance with you.

• so a lot of dates include going to these secluded spots: sometimes it’s a picnic, or a walk, and stargazing is his absolute favourite as he listens to you drone on about the constellations and even just watching the sky with your presence next to him is so comforting and makes him feel safe.

• of course when the pogues find out they’re brutal with their teasing.

“awww, look at the cute and happy couple!”

“my wittle babies, growing up so fast.”

“god, kie, you make it sound like we’re five?!”

• speaking of alone time, jj loves to cuddle when you guys are alone and that’s one thing he’s not fond of being teased about.

• his head is firm on your chest, his arms wrapped around your waist and his leg flung over your hips. to him it’s just a perfect way to start and end the day.

• he also loves to watch movies while cuddling and he has a set of movies and their genres completely memorized for the occasion.

• he has such a good memory to the weirdest things. like he can state in the exact order your makeup routine, or talk about all the caves and sinkholes in yukatan but ask him how many states there are in america and he’s completely bummed.

• back to what i was saying, cuddling and movie times together.

• he’s the little spoon i will not argue with anyone about this, especially if something happened that day.

• like if rafe pissed him off, some kooks stepped on his toes, his dad had been particularly agitated that day or he was just frustrated. your embrace is what keeps his together. he just loves the feeling of your arms around him, essentially protecting him.

• and the pogues always get a kick out of it when they see you too snuggled in the morning. they even take pictures, a lot of pictures of everything and anything they can.

• their fav times to take pictures is when you both are off guard: like when he’s putting his hat on you, he’s sharing his juul with you, you guys are laying together on the boat or maybe your surfing together in the water.

• he’s surprisingly intimate about everything even though they’re such mundane things for him.

• he expresses his love for you by actions rather than words. for example, he has a guitar (an absolutely beat up one with missing strings and chipped wood, but he says it has more character that way as well as your signature on the back of it)—

• —and just strums it for you absolutely whenever and however your mood is because no matter what its always calming. sometimes he even hums a little tune or starts singing a bit.

• another few ways he depicts his love for you is by shoving his baseball hat on your head (the one that absolutely nobody is allowed to wear) because he doesn’t want you frying in the sun or dying of heatstroke.

• a lot of his tank tops are now yours because they’re so comfortable and you can wear them literally anywhere.

• he shares, only with you but, he shares. his rings are on your fingers, his bandana is around your neck, his boxers are your sleep shorts, and he absolutely eats that shit up.

• he also gets extremely comfortable with you, like even more than john b in a way. example: you could just be chilling, his arm wrapped around your neck and — boom — he’s shoving your face in his armpit and trying to tickle you.

• it gets to the point where the pogues are so used to it and sometimes even they join in because they even like being included in on your affections but would absolutely rather drown than admit it. they love watching their two best friends love grow for each other, and they're happy jj has found sanctuary to love and be with someone freely.

• speaking of love, jj is also like a puppy: praise, reassurance and kisses are the way to his heart and staying there.

• i’m gonna say it, jj has self confidence and love issues. they are not detectable at all but with his mother gone and the way his father treated him, there’s shit buried in his heart that it takes awhile for him to open up about.

• once he does: he cries, and he cried a lot. but after that it was like never letting go again. he trusts you with his whole heart and soul and he knows you won’t take advantage of that.

• the way you both accept each other into each others lives is so important to him no matter where you live, who you are and what your family is like everything counts for him and that just makes you the person who you are.

• dating jj can be complicated and messy and wonderful and passionate and relationships aren’t easy but he would def be worth it <3

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miekasa · 3 years

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Mie, I’m begging for some Jean college au bf hcs - im literally so down bad for this man and the way you write men is just 🤌🏻🤌🏻🤌🏻

Absolutely, not a problem 😌 I saved this ask as a draft a while ago when you sent it, sorry for just now getting to it. Anyway, I love Jean with my whole heart, best boy, best boyfriend <33

King of forehead kisses, and not even just because of his height in comparison to yours; he just likes it. He likes the feeling of pressing his lips against your skin, and making you feel safe.

Brings you tea or coffee however you like it every day without fail. If he can get it to you in the morning before work/school then he’ll do that, if not he’ll meet you some time in the middle of the day to drop it off. Your own personal courier just for drinks.

He… has a thing for long(er) nails. He loves the feeling of them against his skin, even if you’re not scratching to apply pressure—just you holding his hand them grazing his skin is enough for him.

That being said, he will pay for you to get your nails done. Actually, he’ll pay for… almost anything you want, but the nails benefit him as much as they do you so feel free to ball out.

He never blowdries his hair because he doesn’t... know how to do the back of it. You did it for him once and he hasn’t stopped thinking about it since, but he’s also too embarrassed to ask you to do/style it again.

On the subject of hair, he does do his best to style it and take care of it, but he’s a sucker whenever you play with it. Sometimes he feigns like you’re messing up all his hard work, but he’ll literally crane his head into your touch. He loves it.

The first time he lays on top of you and you run your hands through his hair... top 10 most euphoric moments of his life. He tries to fight off the sleep threatening to take over him, but it’s futile. Give it 15 minutes at most before he’s knocked out like a baby.

Dogs love him. Anytime you’re in a park or just taking a walk and there’s a dog around, it’ll come up to him and he looks adorable leaning down to pet it. He loves dogs, too! So he’s always happy to stop and pet them. He’d be a 10/10 dog dad.

Has your name saved in his phone with two hearts at the end. Do not point it out.

Loves taking pictures together and if you guys are on a date, he’ll ask someone to get a picture for him. He just likes having them to look back on (and to send to his mom, later).

He doesn’t mind painting classes or videos or tutorials, but he hates paint by numbers kits. He claims that they have no sense of color theory and that it takes the originality and fun out of painting. Not to mention the quality of the paints isn’t great to begin with; all of which he takes very seriously.

It’s pretty cute actually, to see him get worked up over the paint kits. He claims that painting and drawing isn’t even something he takes “that seriously,” it’s just a hobby for him (one he’s insanely good at); but in moments like these, you can tell that he’s way more into art and art theory and history than he lets on.

Huge movie guy, from animated movies to martial arts movies, Jean is usually willingly to give anything a watch at least once. When he’s high, he can go on about his favorite directors and art styles and movie details for hours if you don’t stop him. It’s super cute. Just don’t bring up Moana, because he’ll start crying.

Arm around the shoulder kind of boyfriend for sure. It’s a casual way of keeping you near him and letting everyone know that you guys are together. Plus it allows for him to easily pull you into him for a quick forehead kiss when needed.

Listen. If you hug his arm, he’s on cloud nine. He tries to be nonchalant about it but he’s about three seconds away from his eyes rolling back in his head it feels that good to him. Bonus if you lean your head on his bicep a little—then he’s a goner.

He takes his bagels very seriously and believes that both you and him deserve nothing but the best quality bagels. He’ll grumble if a bakery gives you guys a less than favorable one and make a note that taking the long route to get to his favorite place is much more worth it.

Always makes you walk on the side furthest from the cars. If he notices you’re not, he’ll just shuffle behind you until he’s shouldering the street and you’re on the inside.

He grew up on a kind of modern ranch situation; not exactly all the way in the countryside, but not isolate from the city, either. Because of this, he knows how to ride horses, take care of smaller farm animals, tend to plants, and yes he knows how to use a lasso. You wouldn’t know any of that though, because he never ever talks about it. The only way you find out is when he takes you to visit his mom’s house for the first time, and she asks him for a hand around the place.

(He’s got a cowboy hat, too, but refuses to put it on. He got it when he was, like, nine, okay, leave him alone).

When he thinks you look tired, he’ll wrap his arms around your shoulders to hug you. It’s usually followed up with a kiss to your head, and a promise that you guys will go home soon and get food on the way.

He’s a really good cook. He just understands and flavors and pairings really well, so he doesn’t need a recipe to make something that tastes good; he just kind of knows what to add to get the balance he’s looking for.

Naturally, he’ll cook for you. Especially if he finds out that you haven’t eaten all day/in a long time. He doesn’t care if it’s 11pm and it might seem excessive to make steak and potatoes with a side salad at this hour, he’s gonna do it to make sure you eat, and you are going to sit there and watch.

He also bakes pretty well, though he isn’t as experimental with his baking as he is with his cooking. He usually sticks to what he knows, and it’s not cupcakes and brownies and cakes; he’s better at croissants, and cheesecakes, and canelés.

Dating Jean means getting along with his friends. If you guys didn’t know each other before you started dating, be prepared to be ambushed by Connie and Sasha (after Jean stops hiding you away and gives them the green light lmfao). Neither of them waste time with the small talk and formalities; straight into mini golfing and beer pong. They make you feel welcome right away.

Sasha always teases that you’re too good for Jean, and that she might just steal you away for herself some day. Sasha is also Jean’s main confidant, so she really knows just how much he loves you, and yeah, she teases him for being lovesick, but really she’s happy for Jean. And proud of him for facing his feelings like this.

Connie adores you, and you know he trusts you when he starts going to you for advice/help. Could be anything from schoolwork, to what color he should get his new shoes in. He’s also the one who, surprisingly, you have the sentimental talks with about your relationship with Jean. It’s easy to overlook, but Connie loves Jean, and he’s come to love you too; he just wants you both to be happy, so he’s there to listen when you need it.

Jean waits outside of your classroom after you’ve had a test or presentation, usually with a drink or a snack, or the promise of taking you out as a treat. Always tells you he’s proud of you, and is there to comfort you if you think you didn’t do too well.

He does not shut up about whatever major you’re in. It could be the same as his; it could be the complete opposite as his. He thinks it’s so sick that you’re doing it, you make it look cooler, you make it look better, and he’s certain you’re the smartest person in your program.

He’s pretty serious about his studies, too, so he’s always down to study with you in the library whenever you’re both free. More often than not, he shows up after you, usually with food or extra chargers. He greets you with a kiss on the forehead, and asks you how you are while massaging your shoulders gently. If it’s been a while since you took a break, that’s the first item on the list, after that, he gets to work and stays with you until you’re ready to go, even if he doesn’t have as much work to do.

He always sits across from you. This goes for when you’re in the library, or out to eat at a restaurant; Jean loves sitting across from you. He gets to see your face the best that way, and he adores looking into your eyes when you talk.

He’s not... not a morning person. He’s not up at 6am ready to grind, but he wakes up before noon; let’s say 10am is his happy medium. That being said, if you wake up before him, regardless of the time, there’s a 9/10 chance he’ll lay on your back and tell you to hush so you guys can sleep for 10 more minutes.

If you’re (close) friends with Eren, Mikasa, and Armin, Jean is... happy you’ve got people to rely on, but, “Of all people on the planet, you put your trust in Jaeger?” He acts so bitter (because he is), but deep down inside, he’s glad you have Eren to rely on if you need to.

(Also, you have to humble him and remind him that he and Eren aren’t all that different. If you like him, why wouldn’t you get along with Eren, bye).

Turns out though, that it’s not Eren who threatens to beat him up if he breaks your heart. It’s not even Mikasa, although, her threat goes without saying; it’s Armin he’s terrified of.

The last time Armin hated someone, it was this guy in your program, who happened to share a few mutual classes with him, too. Jean never knew the full story, just that he’s pretty sure that kid dropped out the following semester.

If you have a job on campus, Jean usually doesn’t show up while you’re working (knowing how embarrassed he would be if you did that to him), unless you work the night shift and it’s dead. Connie, however, does show up; usually in some kind of crisis (“Please help me, I don’t know what the fuck APA formatting is and this is due tonight, please, please, please!!”). Your coworkers actually thought Connie was your boyfriend for a minute. That’s when Jean starts showing up more lmfao.

He makes it a point to go on a scheduled, night out, kind of date at least twice a month. He knows life gets busy with school and work and midterms, but he always makes sure you both set side a time to take a well-deserved break and be with each other.

He’s the romantic type, so these dates are pretty swoon worthy, too. Drive-in movies, nice dinners, classy art exhibits, Jean plans it all. On that note, he really likes planning dates; he just doesn’t like talking about them with his friends beforehand.

All in all, very romantic, very precious boyfriend. He’s always thinking about you, what you need, and how he can help you out. You’re one of his main priorities, and he just wants to treat you right.

#anonymous #when.... when.... WHEN IS IT MY TURN #aot x reader #jean x reader #jean kirschtein x reader #jean kirstein x reader #aot imagines #no because he's the love of my whole life #jean fluff #jean smut #eren x reader

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erodasfishtacos · 3 years

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Can I request a prompt of dad!Harry where maybe it’s just him And Sasha and they get mobbed and her slightly hurt but he is furious

JUST A LESSON

word count: 5k+ (how'd i write this in one day)

warnings: language, smut, blood, minor injuries

- If you'd like more from dad!harry verse - check out my masterlist! (pinned post)

- PLEASE NOTE: DAD!HARRY & CEO!HARRY ARE TWO DIFFERENT TROPES.

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Harry was quite stressed out. He wasn’t sure how his wife did it all the time. She was constantly packing up Sasha and toting her around the globe to meet up with him for concerts and events when he was away.

The little family had been staying in their Los Angeles home for nearly three months now as Harry had been writing for his third solo album. It involved a lot of late nights were Y/N were putting Sasha to bed by herself.

Harry was eternally grateful that she was so patient and understanding when he snuck into bed quarter past three after finding a rift that fit a new song perfectly or when Mitch had an idea that had Harry on Skype for hours with him.

The stress was overwhelming for her though. She was usually good at self-care and taking time for herself but Sasha had been so needy lately and crabby when her father wasn’t at her beck and call.

The toddler was going through a bout where she struggled to sleep through the night and had a tendency to scream bloody murder when she didn’t get her way.

It was nearly three weeks of this and she hadn’t mentioned it too much to Harry because she didn’t want him to be as stressed out as she was.

Tonight, Y/N had rocked, sang, hummed, and read to her daughter to stop the angry tears that were rolling down her cheeks but nothing was working. It was near eleven at night and she had took Sasha out in the car for a long ride where she finally fell asleep.

But as soon as Y/N unlocked the front door, she startled awake even angrier than before, squirming out her mother’s grip and bolting through the house. When she tried to round a corner, she slipped on her bum.

Y/N felt her anxiety level break.

Sasha began screaming once again, “Mummy! No! No!”

When Y/N picked her up after her slight tumble, she was absolutely not hurt but had become even more frustrated. Y/N was starting to feel overwhelmed - which didn’t happen often.

“Baby, what do you want? What can mummy do?” Y/N asks with desperation, searching her baby’s watery green eyes. She looked so much like her dad it was absurd.

“No! Down! Stop!” The two year old orders with a furrowed brow, lips in a tight line with her nose scrunched up in displeasure.

“Sasha, you just hurt yourself. You can’t run in the house, the floor is slippery,” Y/N tells her firmly despite it falling upon deaf ears.

“Bad mummy,” Sasha shrieks, “Daddy! Want Daddy! Now!”

Y/N is embarrassed to admit that she has tears welling up in her eyes. She was trying everything in her power to soothe her baby. It’s midnight at this point and she’d been at it since seven this morning.

Sasha had refused a nap all day - giving Y/N no respite at all. Harry had left at eight in the morning and hadn’t returned yet. Even though Sasha was only two and a half, Y/N felt a pang at the words ‘bad mummy.’

She didn’t feel any other option at this point than to call Harry for help. She wanted to be capable of being at stay home mum but sometimes it was really fucking hard but she felt guilty because she should be able to do this. Harry was out there working hard, providing, constantly.

When he doesn’t answer, the tears freely start streaming down her face in silence. She scrubs at them quickly so that her daughter doesn’t see them but it’s hard to catch them all - sobs threatening to bubble through her lips.

“Daddy’s working, we need to go to sleep,” Y/N replies to her daughter, jaw clenched to hold back the upset she feels. She needs a minute alone but she doubts her toddler will let her.

“Pool?” Sasha piques, “Swim?”

Y/N wants to laugh, it’s so fucking late and Sasha should have been in bed nearly four hours ago. The mother was so beyond her routine at this point, that she actually just gave in to her daughter.

Sasha’s mood turns around when Y/N wrangles them both into their swimsuits ***and trails out of the back patio, switching on all the lights around as well as in the pool. The California air was still extremely warm, enough to cause a sweat. ***

She tugs a little donut raft into the pool with them that Sasha can float around on while Y/N guides it to keep her safe. She was so tired by this point that her bones felt like they weighed a million pounds.

Sasha’s eyes droop until they finally flutter close within minutes of being in the warm water. Her eyelids splotchy pink from all of the fits and tears from the day. And when she is completely asleep, Y/N lets herself cry as she continues to float the baby around the pool to keep her asleep.

She hasn’t been doing it for more than ten minutes when the patio door opens and Harry is stepping into the back with a confused expression that she can’t see because her back is turned to him.

“Love, why are you in the pool? S’late,” Harry asks softly but he doesn’t get an answer, so he’s slipping out of his plain tee and striped pants, dirty vans kicked to the side ***.

Just in his briefs, he quietly enters the pool to not disrupt the ebb and flow of the water. When he makes his way over to her, he slides in front of his wife, alarmed at the exhausted, tearful expression on her face.

“Baby, what’s happened? Talk t’me,” Harry whispers, hands coming to cup his wife’s face in between his large hands. Rings cold against her hot, wet cheeks. He looks to his sleeping daughter, running his eyes over her a few times and decides she seems completely okay.

“M’fine,” Y/N chokes out but the lie causes a fresh wave of tears.

Harry frowns, “Don’t lie to me, pet. Please, don’t shut me out. M’always here for you.”

“I’m a bad mum,” She sobs silently, her eyes closing as she leans into his palms before moving to rest her head heavily on the crook of his tattooed shoulder, his chest damp from the salty tears.

“Wha-What’s brought this on? Y’the best mum in the world, best wife in the world. The best at everythin’, why are you doubtin’ that, my heart?” Harry murmurs, taking over the rocking motions of Sasha’s raft.

“She wouldn’t settle today, Harry. Like at all, refusing to nap, eat any healthy food, or bathe. She screamed at me the whole day no matter what I did and then she told me I was bad and she wanted you.”

“Love, she’s in the midst of her terrible twos. She loves you more than anythin’ on this earth. Y’her mummy and a damn good one at that. Why didn’t y’call me? I’d come home, work is never more important than our family.”

Y/N doesn’t bring up the fact she did try to call, “I need to be able to do this myself, Harry. M’a stay at home mum, taking care of Sash is literally my only job and I can’t even do that.”

Harry’s face hardens but he tries to not take it personally, knowing his wife is just upset with herself, “That’s not fair to me, dove. M’her daddy, she’s half mine too. She’s just as much of my responsibility as yours, no matter what my job is.”

“I don’t want to stress you out more than necessary,” Y/N mutters into his skin.

“Me coming home to my wife in tears and my baby in the pool at midnight is more stressful than you ringin’ me to come home,” Harry tells her, smearing a few kisses to the top of her hair.

“I’m sorry for worrying you. I’m just tired.”

Harry pulls her back so he can look her in the eyes, “Never apologize for somethin’ like that. Go get a bath and let me put the bub to sleep, okay? I love y’mumma.”

Harry calls his mum the next morning while Y/N is out getting a manicure with Glenne. He’d called her favorite salon earlier in the day, coercing them into opening a spot for her with a monetary bribe.

Y/N had hesitated at the door as Sasha threw a fit at her mother leaving the house. She clung onto her calf until Harry had to physically pull her off and hold her tightly in his arms.

Currently, Sasha was playing with a set of dolls on the floor of her bedroom as Harry sat next to her. She’d originally been happy with the presence of her father until he told her he needed to make a phone call.

Harry had to be stern with her when she went to grab at the phone pressed to his ear, gently gripping her wrist and frowning, “We don’t do that, s’not nice.”

Sasha had attempted to grab at it again and managed to tangle Harry’s long locks into his fist, tugging at them. Harry unraveled the small fingers before telling his daughter, “If you do that one more time, y’going on the step for two minutes.”

The threat had her pouting harshly but turning back to her toys to occupy herself, sighing when his mum finally answered the phone, “Hi darling.”

“Hi mum, you alright?” Harry asks, relaxing at the sound of his mother’s melodic voice.

“I’m perfect, you don’t sound okay, dear,” Anne replies with a concerned twinge.

Harry didn’t call much to complain, didn’t like worrying her and most of the time Y/N was able to provide the support he needed or Jeff.

“Y/N’s really overwhelmed,” Harry tells her before choking up a bit, “And I don’t know what to do mum, I feel like m’bein’ a bad husband. Came home to her crying last night and she feels like she’s a bad mum.”

When Sasha hears her father’s voice crack, she looks up at him curiously before recognizing that he’s upset. She crawls into his lap, fitting herself against his chest before playing with a doll there. Comforting him.

Harry wraps his free arm around her, pulling her as close as possible. His precious little baby. A little blessing as sweet as her mother.

“Oh honey, that happens. Mums, good mums especially are so critical when they don’t need to be. Baby’s are overwhelming, plus I know she’s been alone a lot with her. But you’re not a bad husband, dear.”

“It feels like it,” Harry sniffles, burying his face in his daughter’s lavender-scented curls from her bath earlier.

“If you were, you wouldn’t be calling,” Anne chuckles at her son, “Now how can we make this situation better?”

The phone call helped Harry not feel so hopeless in helping his wife. He’d come up with the plan to fly to England with Sasha so that Anne could see her but Y/N could have some alone time for a long weekend.

When Y/N enters the front door after her appointment, she’s met by a very excited little human who rushes to her mother and demands to be picked up. Of course, Y/N obliges, looking a bit more refreshed and awake as she tucks the baby against her hip.

Harry had ordered their favorite salads from a shop in the city and had it ready for her, “Oh, looks delicious. Thank you, H,” She smiles at him, leaning to give his stubbly cheek a kiss.

As they dig in, Y/N feeding bits of chicken and veggies to her daughter as they eat, Harry clears his throat, “I’m taking Sash to Holmes Chapel for the long weekend to see my mum.”

Y/N smiles, “That sounds great!”

Harry gives her a perplexed look, he’d thought she’d put up a fight. She despised being away from Sasha - couldn’t go a day without seeing her daughter.

“Really?” Her husband asks, putting down his fork.

“Mhm, I just have to pack a bag for Sash and I. When are we leaving?” Y/N replies eagerly, ready to go back home and get away from California for a bit.

Harry’s stomach clenches, “Erm, I meant just me and the baba? I thought you could stay here and relax for a weekend. Sleep, hang out, shop.”

Y/N’s face falls and is replaced with a devastated look, “You don’t think I’m being a good mum.”

Harry backpedals, realizing he shouldn’t have approached it in the lax way he did.

“No, no, of course not, baby. I think you’re such a good mum that you need a break. You never get breaks, m’the one who always does. S’not fair to you. I just need you to have some time to take care of yourself,” Harry explains, his heart shattering a bit at the tears brimming again.

“I don’t want a break, don’t leave me here,” Y/N begs, tucking a piece of tomato in her daughter’s expectant mouth before Sasha chews and smiles at her mother.

“Mummy, more please?” Sasha chirps, her mood a little bit brighter than it had been the last few days.

“Thank you for using your manners, here baby,” Her mother responds, popping another into her mouth after she sliced it in half.

“Did you book a commercial flight?” She asks her husband with an angry tone.

“No, private but we have to catch it at LAX,” Harry explains, the private airport they usually fly out of was filled to capacity at the moment.

“Either I’m coming or you’re going alone. You’re not taking Sasha without me,” Y/N replies firmly. She stands up and shuffles Sasha into his lap before leaving the room without another word.

Harry didn’t expect that. He should have thought it through more. If Y/N wanted to come, of course she could, but he’d never meant to offend her or act like he was taking Sasha away from her.

Harry had attempted to reason his way out of going to the studio with Jeff today. However, with the final cuts and adjustments were being made - he was quickly turned down and demanded in the studio.

When he’d trailed into the quiet house that night, relieved to find his baby in her crib instead of the pool, he went to his bedroom where the lights were still on.

The closet doors were open and Y/N was on the ground folding and sorting Sasha’s clothes before placing them in her suitcase. ***

Y/N’s suitcase already laying zipped and ready to go by the entrance of the closet. Her toiletry bag was placed neatly on top of it. Then his heart pings a bit when he sees that she’s already packed up his suitcase as well.

Harry pads over to his wife, plopping down behind her and tugging her back into him - long arms wrapping around her upper chest.

“Missed you, mumma.”

She hums, “I missed you too. Miss you always.”

“Y’the love of my life, y’know that?” Harry asks, kissing the back of her neck.

“I better be or you married the wrong person,” Y/N laughs softly, her tone still off but lighter than before.

“Married the right person, knocked up the right person.”

Y/N barks out a laugh, rolling her eyes, “How romantic.”

“Baby, y’know what I’m getting at. You’re the best mum and wife. I just wanted you to have a few days to yourself. To lower your stress level and let you do some self-care,” Harry murmurs, pushing the baby clothes out of her hands.

“But your mum can watch her for a bit while we’re there, right? I don’t want alone time, I need the exact opposite. I need company,” She tells him, twisting herself until she’s seated in his lap - straddling him.

“Mmm, can definitely have some alone time,” Harry agrees instantly, his mouth finding her throat - beginning to lay a path of wet, hot kisses down the column down to her collarbones.

“H, I have t’pack, we’re leaving tomorrow morning,” Y/N weakly argues but can’t help but bear down against her husband when she feels him harden in his loose pants quickly.

“S’just a quickie? Yeah, pet? Lemme fuck you,” Harry’s hands dragging the shirt she’s wearing up and over her head. Eyes lighting up boyishly when he realizes she didn’t have a bra on.

She can’t argue as he darts down to wrap his lips around her pert bud, sucking between long swipes of his tongue - just how she liked it. “Missed y’body so much,” Harry states against her heated skin.

“Just had me two days ago,” Y/N laughs but it cuts off into a moan when his hand slides into her pajama shorts and finds her clit over her thin underwear.

“Never enough,” Harry replies easily, “Remember the song I wrote f’you?”

Y/N snarkily asks, “Which one? Nearly all your songs are about me.”

And well...Harry can’t even argue how true her statement is. “The one titled ‘Never Enough’, pet? Remember?”

Before she can speak, he lowly croons out the chorus of the song he wrote for One Direction years ago, “Lips so good I forget my name. I swear I would give you everything. It’s never enough, never enough.”

Harry knows his sweet as syrup singing gets her immensely turned on and so he’s not surprised when she whimpers against his lips, “Fuck me, c’mon.”

He’s delighted at his wife’s pleas and quickly moves them, leaning forward with her until she’s on her back on the ground of their walk-in closet. He accidentally kicks over a pile of Sasha’s dresses but neither even notice.

There is no time wasted as Harry removed every single article from Y/N’s body quickly as well as his own. He’s leaning forward to suck a few more kisses to her chest as his fingers slip down to crook right up into her hot center.

“No teasing,” Y/N complains, wrapping hands around his biceps and bringing him on top of her more fully. She’s squeezing around his two fingers with need, it has him groaning when he brings them up and sucks them between his pouty lips.

Then she’s not waiting any longer, reaching down and grabbing a hold of his thick length. Harry lets out rumble from his chest at the contact before she’s guiding him into her without any further ado.

“Baby,” Harry chastises as soon as she starts goading him into thrusts with her feet against him bum, pushing him into her harder than he’d usually start, “Y’squeezin’ me s’tight, you missed me too?”

Y/N nods, whining every time he pushes against her spot and sends a zip of arousal through her body. His trimmed hair around his base brushing against her clit causing delicious friction for her.

“No, y’need to tell me,” Harry huffs, hand gripping her jaw harsher than he would if they were having slow, intimate sex. He knew she loved it by the way her eyes twinkle with stubbornness.

“No,” She replies coyly, heels of her feet pressing hard against him to the point it itches with a slight pain. Harry loved his wife so much it was looney.

“It’s fine, don’t need y’to come for me to get off, dove,” Harry replies simply, speeding up his thrusts with his hand holding her jaw for him to press bruising kisses against. His teeth are coming to pull her bottom lip in between.

Something switches in her demeanor though without warning, her voice softer and pliant, “Tell me you love me.”

It has Harry slowing down his hips until he’s rocking deeper into her, going down on his elbows so their noses are bumping. He releases the grip of her chin and instead moves to her bum to encourage her to meet him halfway.

“I love you, s’much it hurts most days,” Harry replies obediently, knowing what his wife needed at that moment. Reassurance. “Most beautiful thing I’ve ever laid eyes on, then you made us a perfect little baby.”

She’s looking up at him with loving, grateful eyes, landing a gentle peck to his upper lip and letting her head fall back onto the floor. This is what she needed right now from her husband and he was so good at providing.

“Breaks my heart when y’don’t think your a good mum or wife. ‘Cause you’re everythin’ I ever wanted. Why’d you think I write every song about you, lovie? S’cause you’re my soulmate.”

“H,” She whimpers, emotion thick in her throat as she meets his eyes, “I love you so much. You’re the best husband and dad ever.”

“Baby,” Harry murmurs into her cheek, picking up speed as she starts to clench around him in a warning of her oncoming orgasm. He slips his hand down to press a few light rubs to her clit before she’s arching her back and moaning with pleasure.

“You look s’good, coming ‘round my cock,” Harry tells her, helping her ride through it before hitching her hips up even further and thrusting harshly until his hips stutter and he’s coming as well.

“Harry,” Y/N sighs, her breathing coming back to normal as she roams a hand down his shoulders and back - scratching lightly.

“Hmm, dove? Y’want my cock again? Need a few,” He replies into her neck, ever the teenage boy.

She giggles, “No, we have to catch a flight at eight in the morning and it’s currently four-thirty.”

Harry grunts before pulling out and sitting up, “Y’better have packed my favorite pajama pants or I’m goin’ to be cross with you.”

Y/N now regrets the second round of fun as soon as their alarm goes off. Her body sore from the position he’d twisted her into against the shower wall after they packed the rest of Sasha necessities.

They were nearly at the airport with Sasha nodding back off in the carseat. She was excited to see her Nana and Aunt Gemma once again.

Their daughter was in the cutest, comfiest jumpsuit with comic hearts all over it *** and adorable little sock sneakers*** that slide right on and off her feet.

Harry had chucked on black sunglasses, a black jumper with green lettering, black joggers, and blue checkered van with white socks. He was attempting to fly under the radar as much as possible because he knew paparazzi just sit outside the entrances to spot celebrities. ***

It was annoying but he could deal with it when he was mobbed at the airport when he was by himself. But when it was with his wife and baby - he couldn’t stomach it. It’s part of the reason they fly private from a private port.

When they pull up to the curb, a staff member is waiting for them and helps Harry as well as the driver put his luggage on a cart to be brought to the awaiting jet.

Y/N unbuckles the baby who is awake now but bleary-eyed as she’s sitting on the curve of her mother’s hip.

And well - that’s when the madness begins. A pap spots them within seconds of exiting the car and is pulling up his camera for the first shots, the other photographers sitting around follow suit.

As soon as one of them screams, “Harry Styles - look this way!” The jam packed area looks towards them, seeming fans of his start murmuring before following behind the paparazzi pulling their phones out.

Y/N is used to the crowds by now - but just like Harry, not with Sasha around. They tried to avoid situations like this as much as possible. The lights and loud noises were scary to the little girl.

“Mummy,” Sasha whines, picking her head up from her mother’s shoulder to stare wide-eyed at the gathering in front of them.

Harry started to feel anxiety because this was becoming a massive crowd - scratch that, it wasn’t a crowd it was a fucking mob of people. They were all too close, blinding the family with their flashes despite security attempting to push them back.

Fans were shoving and thrusting their phones in Harry’s face, shoving random things for him to sign in front of him. Paparazzi were screaming questions and taking thousands of pictures in a minute’s time.

Harry grabs onto Y/N’s hand tightly, their diaper bag on Harry’s shoulder, and begins to attempt to guide them through the swarm. It was like trying to move through cement, the crowd not budging despite security’s screams.

Sasha is full blown crying at this point into her mother’s neck. Y/N’s hand cupping the back of her head to keep her head down and out of the photographs - holding her as tightly as possible.

Y/N can hear Harry began to curse - signaling that he’s becoming stressed out because he would usually never be rude to the public despite their actions. But he couldn’t give a fuck when it came to his family.

“Move out of the way.”

“D’you not see I have a fuckin’ baby?”

“Get those fuckin’ cameras out of their faces.”

“Back the fuck away from my wife and baby.”

Then Y/N is being shoved by a teenage girl who trips when she thrusts her arm towards Harry. She tumbles into Y/N with her full weight and Y/N’s loses her footing, falling forward - letting go of Harry’s hand.

When she falls, she manages to catch herself with the arm that’s not holding her daughter. But she feels pain in her knees and Sasha emits a sharp wail that alerts Y/N her daughter is hurt.

“Sash, fuck,” Y/N gasps, her motherly instincts automatically kicking in and she’s cradling her daughter as tightly to her chest as she can, shielding her from the swarm who had quieted only a bit.

It must take Harry a second to realize that something had happened, he turns around - eyes frantic as he absolutely roars, “Back the fuck up! I’ll fuckin’ break each and everyone of your cameras! Fucking leeches.”

With that, he’s helping to pull you up and grasping at the two, “Are you okay? Wha’s hurt?”

Y/N just shakes her head, having a panic attack as she shuffles the crying baby into his arms. “Please, just...Sasha. I think she hurt her arm when I fell.”

“Daddy, ouch,” Sasha shrieks loudly into his sweatshirt as he hikes her up onto his chest, her little legs wrapped around his midsection.

“Ssh, y’okay,” Harry tries to reassure her, matching his wife’s panic.

The crowd seems to give way now, the parents rushing their daughter into the airport.

Employees guide them to the medical office on-site where it’s now silent and calm but the family feels anything but.

Sasha’s sobs have turned into moans and whimpers at this point - but come back with a vengeance when Harry has to set her on the exam table and wrestle her out of her clothes until she’s just sat in her diaper.

The nurse was so amazing and kind. She checked Sasha thoroughly for any signs of trauma or broken bones but luckily, it was just a nasty scrape on her forearm that was hurting her. It wasn’t anything serious.

The parents had such concern for their daughter that Y/N didn’t even realize she had bled through her white joggers at the knees ***. The nurse frowns, “Honey, you’re still bleeding.”

“I’m fine,” She insisted even though her knees were aching.

“I’d like to examine your legs, dear,” The nurse tells her sternly, signaling that Harry can dress Sasha again.

He’s digging into the diaper bag for a spare out that they were always ready with. She was calming even more when Harry dressed her in a comfy pink set of clothes with little deer on them. ***

“Love, please let her,” Harry asks softly, pulling Sasha back onto his chest. Her thumb tucked into her mouth and her father hands her a plushie that Y/N had shoved in the bag last minute.

Y/N obliges with the pressure, wiggling the loose fabric down her legs until she’s just in her underwear and shirt - sits up on the table with her knees off to the side for her to examine.

Harry grimaces when he sees the multiple cuts and scrapes tainting her skin. A few slow trickles of blood still oozing from the gashes. The skin is already slowly covering purple and blue with bruises.

The nurse cleans her up, Y/N wincing when the alcohol brushes the cuts but Sasha is smiling again like nothing ever happened and cooing at her mum. It makes them both feel a lot better.

When they’re finally on the private jet, up high into the clouds away from the crowds and paparazzi - it feels like relief. ***

They had tucked their daughter onto the couch with her favorite fuzzy blanket and she’s asleep nearly as soon as her head hits the pillow.

They trail back into the other part of the cabin so that they don’t disturb her, cuddling up on the couch together.

“M’so sorry, I’m such a bad fa-”

Y/N cuts him off before he begins, “If I’m not allowed to be a bad mum - you’re not allowed to be a bad father. It wasn’t y’fault that happened - it’s those careless, crazed people who have nothing better to do.”

Y/N was always the voice of reason in Harry’s head when he started to spiral.

Spiral because his fame was so overwhelming and got his family into difficult situations sometimes. She brought him back to reality.

“Hey, we’re both okay. Just a few scrapes. It was just a lesson, Harry. We just need to be safer and plan better, alright?” Y/N assures him softly, kissing under his chin before resting back - ready to sleep.

“Y’the best. Best mum, best wife,” Harry tells her, encompassing her in his loving hold.

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Drs Styles

paediatric heart surgeon harry, husband harry and dad harry. honestly the holy trinity.

warning: they did it in the car. bloody animals.

Harry

“Move your car, please!”

“What are you going to do? Write me a ticket?”

“This is in the interests of safety for the children!”

I look at the time in the car. I’ve still got about twenty to twenty-five minutes to watch this drama unfold at the school gate. I just wish we had popcorn because drop-off and parking situations at the school gates are always more entertaining than Good Morning Britain.

The school gate is a strange social scene, and honestly, I don’t blame my wife for trying to avoid it like a plague. Sometimes, you don’t even have to talk to these people to know everything about their lives and more. I swear there are more gossips in the class WhatsApp group and daily playground chattering than in the copies of The Sun and Daily Mail combined. You know who’s married, who’s getting a divorce, whose husband shagged the au pair again, whose party you haven’t been invited to, even who’s looking for a builder.

I see the school caretaker chuckling to himself as he sweeps the autumn leaves off the pathway, no doubt also enjoying our morning entertainment.

“Why is Mrs Chambers screaming like that?” Alma, our eldest daughter, asks from the back of the car.

“Because that man parks his car in a drop-off zone,” I reply, still watching him as he removes a child from his car seat. “Do you know who that is?”

“I think the boy is your classmate,” Alma turns to her sister.

Fiona, our youngest, peers over to inspect. “Oh yeah, that’s Rufus and his dad.”

“Do we like Rufus?”

“Not unless we like boys who pee down the slides,” Fiona scrunches her nose up. “He stood at the top and peed down like a waterfall. I haven’t gone down the slide ever since.”

I shake my head and let out a chuckle. “M’sure they’ve cleaned it up since, button.”

Did you know that choosing a school for your child after nursery can be a head-throbbing, stomach-twisting, heart-pounding experience? Well, it can. How is one supposed to choose a school anyway? According to the proximity? Leavers Results? Adorable uniforms? Parents’ agendas?

After many, many discussions and visits through more schools than I can count, we ended up with Thomas’s Kensington. It’s a great school, and only ten minutes away from our home, making school runs easier. The downside of this school is the fact that it costs us an arm and a leg and that they’re always trying to rip us off any chance they get. Also, they only take the kids until 11, so after that, we’ll have to look for other schools again. But since our girls are only seven and five, we can worry about that later.

There’s a strange mix of parents at this place. I went to school up in the North and the school gate scene is nothing like this. Here there are more au pairs, fancy cars, nicer clothes and people coming with impressive tans from their last weekend break in Antibes. The kids here are suited up too: the PE kit is the size of a small weekender bag, and we put them in uniforms that make them look smart, hoping that will increase the size of their brains. A child walks past our car with a cello case, another with a hockey stick. It’s a different land here. One that my socialist in-laws constantly tease us about and one which my mum was hysterical about because she was scared her grandbabies would be little Tories. I promised her I’d keep them grounded by only giving them plain hobnobs. None of those luxury chocolate covered ones.

Jokes aside, my girls are happy here. They’re thriving. They learn French and Spanish and Mandarin, even if they share a class with kids who have ridiculous names like Kitty and Archibald.

A knock at my window calls me to attention. I wind it down.

“Are you Fiona’s dad?” A mum asks me.

“I am.”

“It’s about Ophelia’s riding party this Saturday at the riding stables.”

Like I said, it’s a different land here.

“I thought we RSVPed to that?” I look at her in confusion.

“Yes, you did, but we have to change the food options as one of the partygoers is allergic to nuts. I’m making everyone aware and we need to let the guests know that they can’t bring any nuts on the day.”

A dirty joke is right there on the tip of my tongue and I’m trying my hardest to keep it in. My wife would definitely find it funny though, I’ve got to remember this and tell her later.

“Noted,” I mean, I wasn’t going to send my daughter to a party with a packet of cashews anyway but I nod politely.

“And just gift vouchers for gifts please. Smiggle, if you can.”

Again, I nod, biting my tongue at the presumptuousness. But then I suddenly panic, because we haven’t entered the realms of pony riding just yet. Do I have to buy jods and boots? If I don’t, will my daughter be the odd one out? But Ophelia’s mum saunters off before I’ve got the chance to ask.

“Do I have to go to that party, daddy?” Fiona asks.

“Well, we’ve already replied, poppet,” I tell her. “Did you not want to go?”

“I’ll go if I have to.”

I don’t answer because I get distracted by a vacant space. I edge the car forward so my girls can hop off.

“I love you both. Have a good day, make good choices.”

“Bye daddy! We’ll see you after work!”

***

Evelina London Children’s Hospital is our second home. Of course, as a children’s hospital, we try to make the place as fun as possible as not to freak those little patients out at being ill. It is bright and primary coloured, and each ward is decorated according to its own theme with different colours and lovely artworks. There are televisions and toys almost in every corner. We have a giant slide on the ground floor, and even the bins are shaped like red London buses. The aim was to help the children to forget that they’re in a hospital and take their minds off their sickness.

Since my wife and I are in the same department, our offices are next to each other, both overlooking the Thames. It’s nice up here. Would’ve been nicer if we could sneak in a quickie, but that’s practically impossible with our shared secretary’s desk sitting literally in front of our doors.

Speak of the devil.

“Good morning. Here’s your tea,” my secretary follows me into my office with a cup of tea and a tiny plate with a couple of rich tea fingers. “Clinic until 3 pm, scheduled PDA ligation in the laboratory for 4 pm and then evening rounds on the wards.”

“Mornin’ Rhonda, you look lovely today,” I greet her cheerily. She’s a stern-looking woman who definitely likes her tea as strong as tits and who has probably never cried in her life. With such severity, she runs a tight ship, but she secretly has this affectionate side in her too. Not only is she a great secretary, but she also takes care of us in a way as a grandma does. She makes us tea, feeds us in between surgeries with biscuits or nice baby cheeses and crackers just so we wouldn’t starve.

See that sofa over there in the corner of my office? Rhonda got me that. It was around the time when I had just become a new father with the sweetest, most gorgeous little baby who did not sleep. Alma wasn’t a fussy baby though. For some reason, she just wouldn’t go back to sleep after her midnight feed for months. Believe me, I tried everything. I changed her nappy, I swayed and jiggled and rocked and sung her to sleep. Odd nonsensical songs like, ‘Alma darling go to sleeep. Sleepy sleep sleep. Pleeeeease. I’m so tirrrred. My eyeballs may actually exploooode. I don’t want you to see thaaat.’ And she would just look at me all wide-eyed like I’d lost the plot. Those were song lyrics? That was rubbish. Please don’t give up your day job. Also, it’s not sleeping time. I’m awake. I’m ready for life. Come on, entertain me, old man. Isn’t this nice, just you and me? Tell me everything you know. EVERYTHING.

Except of course she didn’t say all that. She would just stare at me and I had no idea what was going on in her little head.

I took over my wife’s patients at the hospital during her maternity leave, so I had longer hours at the hospital. One day Rhonda found me napping on the floor between surgeries, so she sweet-talked some porters into looking for any old sofas on the go and paid to have this one reupholstered. She even bought me a fleece throw for it too. We really don’t deserve her.

“You hittin’ on me?” She deadpans. “Yer wife not doing it for you these days?”

“It’s the blazer. I’m a sucker for a blazer.”

“If I’d known, I would’ve worn it more often,” she replies. “Did my nice dress yesterday not give you the fanny flutters?”

“It’s schlong shiver for me,” I roar with laughter. “And it’s the tartan, makes you look well old.”

“YN, yer husband’s a bloody git, did I ever tell you that?” Rhonda says loud enough for my wife to hear, and I can hear my wife’s laughter from her office next door. “Drink your tea. Your first clinic appointment is in twenty.”

“Yes ma’am,” I salute her.

***

The Arctic ward in the Evelina is home to many of our imaging, heart and kidney services. The name is probably giving it away, but everything is decorated in blue and white to go with the theme. We have several zones, and since paediatric cardiology clinics are held in the Walrus zone, I spend a great deal of time each day looking at walrus and snowflake decals.

“Doctor Styles!” I hear a little voice shouts in excitement as I walk towards the waiting room in the outpatient ward. I smile, because I recognise that voice even before I see the little person.

The waiting room is very open here compared to other hospitals. There’s a sea of noise, snacks, tiny juice boxes and colouring pages. There’s also always a look of expectation, judgement on the faces of parents and guardians every time I walk in. They want to see if their doctor is old or qualified enough to see their children. There’s always one child who has the whole gang with them; parents, two sets of grandparents and even several aunts and uncles, and there’s also at least one child running around in circles out of boredom.

This little lad bounces off his chair and hurls himself at me in a way like a little puppy would when its owner comes home from work. I put an arm out, hoping that he’ll apply the brakes but no such luck and he bundles himself into my arms. “Nice to see you, mate.”

His parents smile as they watch their son’s antics, who then runs off as I shake their hands. I turn around to see what caught his attention, and I can’t help but chuckle when I realise it’s my wife.

“Doctor pretty Styles!” He exclaims excitedly as he bundles himself into her arms. She gets a mouthful of curls in the process.

“Hi Rory,” she greets him as she runs her fingers through his curly mop.

“Oi,” I pout as I walk towards them. “You don’t think I’m pretty?”

“Your wife is prettier,” he says with a shrug, his tone matter-of-fact.

She laughs and gives him a high-five. “Rory, you are officially my favourite patient.”

She is right. Rory is one of our special patients for sure. We’ve both known him for about six years now, ever since Rory’s mum gave birth to this tiny human next door at St Thomas and his heart was literally broken. I remember watching proudly from the theatre when my wife replaced two of his valves when he was born. It was in our early years of training. Long time patients like Rory almost always feel like family. We’ve seen all their parents’ tears and watched over their children throughout the years. They send us cards and wine every Christmas and despite all attempts to keep a professional distance, their kids do feel like our own.

Rory shrugs off his dinosaur rucksack and unzips it, pulling out a drawing of a blue whale and an opened packet of KitKat. I like that the whale wears a top hat and appears to also don a moustache.

“I drew you both a picture. Only one though, because I figure you can share,” he says with a big toothy grin and hands the packet of KitKat to my wife. “And I’ve got half a KitKat here. Do you want it?”

“I’m good for now. Keep that KitKat for later on the tube,” she smiles and waves at Rory as she begins to walk away towards the fetal cardiology ward just down the hall. “Bye Rory, thanks for the picture.”

“Bye doctor pretty Styles,” Rory replies, making my wife laugh as she walks away. I give her a wave and a wink.

“Hey Rory, did you know a blue whale has a heart the size of a small car?” I ask him and his eyes widen.

“No way! That’s mega!” He exclaims. “Do you think you could operate on a whale heart?”

“I would need a very big ladder,” I tell him. “And a wetsuit. I’d give it a go though.”

A senior nurse from the outpatient ward, Florence approaches us with a junior nurse trailing behind her. “Dr Styles, always a pleasure.”

I smile at her. “Florence. How are we today?”

“Busy as usual,” she replies. “We’re about twenty minutes behind I’m afraid. We had Dr Goodridge in this morning and you know he likes to talk.”

“He always runs over,” I chuckle. “Well, don’t worry. I’ll skip lunch and get us back up to speed.”

“I’ll make sure to send some snacks for you. Here’s your chart, your files are already in your office. And this is Alice, your nurse today. She’s newly qualified so might need some instructions.”

The new nurse looks terrified so I smile at her to try and calm her fears. I totally get that. When you work in medicine, unfortunately, you’ll realise that there are a lot of rude self-important wankers.

I look down at my chart and find Rory’s name on the top of the list. “Well, look who’s coming with me to the exam room.”

Rory reaches out to hold my hand and we walk towards the examination room. His parents follow us closely, carrying the usual coats and devices that people do when they know they’re bound for a hospital waiting room. I see them inside and sit behind the desk.

“So, young man, I hear we’ve had a touch of drama with you. Can you tell me what happened?”

I’ve actually already got the information in the file, but I like the way this kid tells a story. He reminds me of my youngest.

“So… I was at school and we were doing PE and I wasn’t really feeling it because it was cold and really we should have been inside but Mr Witter makes us go outside because he used to be in the Army apparently and he says we should get used to the cold but that’s what they do in prisons.”

I smile. “Go on.”

“And then my heart started running.”

“You mean racing?”

He nods firmly. Racing isn’t even the word. It sprinted to the finish like Bolt at 252 beats per minute, three times the speed it should.

“It felt like bubbles in my chest and then the school went crazy panicky and they called the ambulance and they brought me to the hospital but not this one, it was another one and it wasn’t as good because you weren’t there and they had really bad biscuit.”

His mum adds. “And they gave him some drugs to bring it back to a steady rhythm; they were close to shocking him.” Her voice trails off and both parents’ faces look drawn and pale remembering the incident.

Rory looks absolutely unbothered by this. To be fair, we have put this little man through everything. We’ve cut his chest open more times than is necessary for someone so small, we hook him up to machines and put him on treadmills. His resilience and character amaze me, and I really can’t imagine what it feels like to see your child so vulnerable and helpless, to be paralysed and weighed down with such worry.

“Alright then, little man, we need to make sure that your heart is working as it should. This is Alice, and she is going to take you over for an ECG and we just need to make sure your tick-tock is in good shape.”

Rory nods and jumps off the chair. His dad offers him a piggyback, and his mum smiles at them. I can hear Rory offering that half KitKat to Alice as they leave the room.

His mother turns to me as the door is closed, her shoulders relaxing, allowing herself to breathe. “And how are you?” I ask her.

“You just think it’s done and then something like that comes along to scare you,” she says with a sigh.

“Let’s have these tests and then see if it’s anything major to worry about,” I try to calm her. “Episodes of rapid heartbeat is quite common in Rory’s case, and we can look into drugs to remedy that if necessary.”

She smiles, nodding.

“Did you have any other questions for me?”

She studies my face for a moment too long. “I… well, it will show up in Rory’s records soon, but my husband I are… I mean we’re getting a divorce.”

I pause for a moment. Of course, I know these things happen in life, but I’ve known this couple for years. I’ve seen them at their lowest ebb, bound by friendship and their love for that boy. I really do feel sorry for them.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” I mumble.

“We just… we’re terrified about telling Rory.”

“He doesn’t know?” I ask.

She shakes her head. “We’re scared of breaking him. I mean, look at him. All of this stuff he’s been through and he carries on like nothing has happened. We don’t want to upset him.”

“It took a team of us the best part of six years to build Rory’s heart. There's a warranty on that workmanship,” I reassure her. “Have that chat with him. He’ll be fine.”

***

“Have we got time for dinner first?” I turn to my wife as we walk out of the hospital. We don’t normally have the luxury of ending our shift at the same time, but today is exceptional. We have parents’ evening at the girls’ school so Rhonda made sure to clear up our schedule after our evening rounds at the ward.

“No, but we can raid M&S and eat in the car?”

I’m starving and I almost cry with relief at the suggestion. “Always knew I married the right woman.”

She chuckles. “Damn right you did.”

We leave the car at the hospital and she drags me along the walkways to Waterloo, the breeze biting at our cheeks. I pull her into M&S, dodging the marching commuters and grab a basket.

“I’ll look for some wine,” she says before she saunters off. “Oh and I want sushi. None of that crap with the mayonnaise please.”

“Alright.”

I skipped lunch today so the whole place calls to me. I start taking very random things off the shelves: a packet of raspberry iced buns. That’ll do. I also take some hummus for my wife because she bloody loves hummus. I’m not even joking, I’ve seen her down a whole pot of it. Then I take some sushi as requested, some coleslaw, a family bag of mature cheddar and red onion crisps and a trifle. I hope I don’t bump into Rhonda. Next are cheese twists, noodle salad and cocktail sausages.

It takes me a while to notice that there is a man right next to me with a roll of yellow stickers in their back pocket. Hello there, you are one of my favourite people tonight. Have I managed to find that sacred hour when all the food is being marked down? He labels some prawns with dip and even though I get a little squeamish about eating fish near its expiry date, I put it in my basket. I then follow him around the corner. Now, this is dinner. I put all sorts of random food in my basket and smile at the thought.

Ooh, knockdown pizzas. I should get a pizza. That’s tomorrow’s tea sorted, the girls will love it. Although I can’t help but wonder, what’s the limit for us to feed our daughters frozen pizza in a week before they get taken away from us? But eh, we might be able to get away with it if we give them frozen peas on the side.

“Look at you,” says my wife, depositing two bottles of red in the basket.

“Yes, it’s me. I’m the yellow sticker bitch.”

She snickers as we turn to head for the tills. “Excellent work.”

***

“Mr and Mrs Styles, welcome.”

“Mrs Ebner, always a pleasure,” I shake the headmistress’ hand who’s standing at the door.

“Busy evening?” My wife asks her as she shakes her hand next.

“Always,” the headmistress replies with a smile, then proceeds to speak like she’s reading out of brochures. “But such a wonderful opportunity to connect with our parents and build on the special relationships we have with our school community.”

Two uniformed minions appear.

“Lewis, Maggie, could you please show Mr and Mrs Styles through to the drinks reception?”

They both nod in unison. The boy holds his arms out like a waiter showing us to our table. We follow them through the school’s grand corridors to the main hall. It’s the one thing I like about this place. It’s very Hogwarts-like with hefty engraved name boards and sepia photos of successful sports teams. In the hall, a throng of parents mill around waiting to see respective teachers. It’s the same every year. We all dodge the people from the PTA trying to sell us quiz tickets, and the bowls of crisps out of hygiene concerns.

“Red or white?” Asks a lady in an apron.

This right here is the very reason we get through parents’ evening. From the look of the bottle, it’s decent wine too. I think that’s where a good proportion of our fees is going.

“Red, please.”

We both take our glasses and walk to the corner of the hall. It’s essentially a holding area without the background music. The idea is that all the parents will get on and create a party vibe but it just becomes a strange family gathering. As terrible as it sounds, it’s sorted into cliques: parents who know each other via NCT groups, the international expat brigades who keep to themselves, the parents who’ve ostracised themselves by gossip, the ones who you know regularly brunch and ski together.

The boy from earlier suddenly appears in front of us. “Mrs Hughes is ready for you.”

I put my hand on the small of my wife’s back as we walk towards the classroom. Fiona’s teacher first and then Alma’s straight after. Right, we can do this.

“Mrs Hughes, we meet again,” I shake her hand. I’ve got no qualms about Mrs Hughes. She’s a seasoned teacher who likes a slack and sensible moccasin and we’re familiar with her since she taught Alma two years previously. When we enter the classroom, Lewis bows in reverence, taking his leave and I wonder whether to tip him.

“It’s always lovely to have another Styles girl in my classroom. Fiona is a particular delight.”

My wife and I smile proudly. I’m sure Mrs Hughes says this to every parent here about their child, but that’s always nice to hear.

“She talks a lot about you,” my wife says. “She seems to have settled in well.”

Mrs Hughes opens up a couple of books and it’s classic Fiona. Alma is ordered and neat—if she makes a mistake then she erases it completely and she underlines things with a ruler and listens to instruction carefully. She gets that from her mum. Fiona though, on the other hand, she’s all me. She has more wild abandon about her; no rulers, no rubbers. She puts giant crosses through things that don’t work and likes her bubble writing decorated with doodles of many, many cats.

I glance around the classroom as Mrs Hughes talks to us about standardised scores. The theme of the school is to show you how smart and educated these children are. Look at the copperplate handwriting, their reproductions of Van Gogh and our languages corner where they’ve all had a go at telling us what they like in French. I spy a contribution from my girl. J’adore les chats et le gâteau au chocolat.

I’ve lost track of the conversation so I try to catch up.

“So to push Fiona into those top scores, perhaps we can look into tutoring? For maths, in particular, so she can grasp some of the concepts a little more tightly,” says Mrs Hughes.

My wife and I look at each other confused. “Uh, I don’t think there’s a need, right? She’s only five.”

“It’s never too early,” replies Mrs Hughes. “We run an after-school tutoring club on Tuesdays that would help.”

Back when I was a youngster, clubs were fun endeavours that involved matching baseballs caps or were a chocolate biscuit that you had in your lunchbox. Maths tutoring session was not a club.

I ask her. “Is it free?”

“It’s fifteen pounds per session.”

See? My point being this should be a parents’ evening, not a sales session.

“Well, then it’s something to think about,” says my wife. “It could be that Fiona catches up with people throughout the year.”

“Possibly,” Mrs Hughes nods. Still, though, she proceeds to go into her folder and passes me a form. Sneaky. “Fiona has also shown great interest in languages and art. Her pictures have been a joy.”

Mrs Hughes goes to a file and pulls one of Fiona’s drawings. I glance down at it. It’s a standard child piece of art. The grass and sky are strips of colour to the top and bottom. It’s a family portrait, and we are as tall as the broccoli style trees. Wait, hang on a second. I count the number of people in the picture again. Is that-

“And Mrs Styles, I gather congratulations are in order,” she says with a smile. “Such lovely news.”

“I’m sorry?”

“Fiona told me it’s a boy,” she adds, and the sheer terror on my wife’s face at the realisation is priceless. “You must be very thrilled.”

I study the picture. There’s a house in the middle, and standing in a line in front of the house is our family. The one slightly taller than the broccoli tree is me. I’ve got my white lab coat, and I look like a serial killer because I’m holding a scalpel with the size of a butcher’s knife. Next to me is my wife, also with a white lab coat, but instead of a scalpel, she’s holding a very chunky baby who rather looks like a basketball with a head.

“Oh dear,” I chuckle. “Guess now we know what she’ll ask for Christmas.”

“Yeah,” my wife shakes her head. “We’re not expecting.”

“Oh, I apologise,” Mrs Hughes says with a sheepish smile.

“No worries, Mrs Hughes,” I tell her. “So, what else has our girl been up to here? Besides gossiping of course.”

Mrs Hughes laughs under her breath. “Well, in class, Fiona is attentive, bright and very helpful. She is a credit to you both.”

***

“I swear your daughter, Styles.”

We’re sitting in the car now. Finally done with parents’ evening, still laughing at the slightly creepy, chunky basketball baby in Fiona’s picture and the fact that three people, including Mrs Hughes, have congratulated us for the ‘baby’.

“You haven’t called me Styles in years,“ I turn to her with a grin. “Not since medical school.”

I can’t help but flashback to the good ol’ days when we had matching university hoodies and we’d test each other on the parts of a kidney whilst walking into lectures, sitting next to each other, sharing pens and cans of Lilt.

“Well, after that I became a Styles too,” she chuckles. “Would be confusing then, wouldn’t it?”

“True,” I laugh under my breath, then I grab her hand and pull it to my mouth so I can kiss her knuckles. “Thank you.”

“What for?”

“For being a Styles.”

“Aw, aren’t we soppy tonight?” She smirks. “Alright, stop the car.”

“What?”

“There,” she points to a dark empty spot and I oblige.

Then, before I can even ask her why, she reaches over and grabs me by the collar. Pulling me close to her and gives me a kiss. I kiss her back, and I smile when she bites gently on my bottom lip.

“Oi, oi. Something’s got you randy.”

The next thing I know, she undoes her seatbelt and then rolls her trousers down her legs along with her knickers, fumbling and giggling at the awkward movement. I push my seat back and pull my trousers down.

“Don’t fall on gearstick now,” I joke as she climbs over to straddle me. “Well, unless you want to, of course…”

She laughs as she lowers herself over my lap. I really can’t believe what’s happening here.

“Mrs Styles, we’re about to have sex in a car. Around the corner from our daughters’ school.”

“I know,” she says with a smile before she runs her tongue along my neck. “Not our first rodeo though.”

“Oh right, we did it in our Volvo years ago, didn’t we? Thought the suspension couldn’t take it.”

“And it turned out fine. Told you that you needed to have more faith in the Swedes, they’re a reliable breed.”

“I love it when you talk about Sweden.”

“Ikea.”

“Fuck.”

“Meatballs.”

“Billy Bookcase.”

She throws her head back in laughter and I take this as an opportunity to run my tongue along her collar bone. She gasps. I reach down to lift her before I slowly lower her over my cock. We both sigh as I enter her, a long exhalation with our lips barely touching.

“Viggo Mortensen.”

“Isn’t he Danish?”

“Tomato, Tomahto.”

I smile at my wife and push my hips up, silently telling her that we don’t need to talk about Swedish people anymore. She grabs onto the car seat and levers herself up and down. I look at her in the eye, a goofy smile still plastered across my face.

But then I squint. Light. Bollocks, what’s that? Where’s that light coming from? Crap, that’s bright. Shit. I see the flash of a hi-vis jacket, a knock at the window and someone shaking their head.

Oh sodding fucking bollocking shit wank.

#harry #harry styles #harry styles fic #harry styles one shot #harry styles fics #harry styles ff #harry styles x reader #harry styles x y/n #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles smut #harry styles fluff #harry styles au #dad!harry #husband!harry #doctor!harry #surgeon!harry

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mammonswhore · 3 years

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Heyy🦎 the brothers with an MC with the main "personality traits" of Beel, Bel, and Levi? just eat, sleep and watch anime, you can do with this what you will

only if you're comfortable🤗

remember to drink water and eat daily🥰

This is literally every single one of us during quarantine lol ♥

MC with the personality traits of Levi, Beel and Belphie.

✒Lucifer.

Fuck you,he's already been through this more than once. Just do your tasks and do good in school,please.

He is not completely bothered with your personality since he is familiar with it.

Is completely concerned about your health since he can't have you dying (again) and tries to have a good talk with you about why you can't just sleep,eat and watch anime.

Changes the internet password if you don't do your tasks and threatens you to don't let you have access to human world wifi if you don't go out of your room for at least an hour.

Such a dad behavior honestly.

✒Mammon

We have a match!

He loves this type of energy for the sole fact that it not only reminds him of his brothers but also because he knows how to trick you into doing dumb shit.

But if you start slacking he will warn you that Lucifer won't like that and that you should do something every once in a while.

If you eat a lot like Beel he will try to get you to cook for him (if you cook) but if you don't cook then both of you will make a mess in the kitchen and be scolded afterwards but hey you tried.

✒Levi

Calla you "normie" but he knows you ain't not normie.

Recommends you a lot of animes and games anime related that you can actually have fun playing.

He loves the fact that there is someone who understands his rambling but it'a kinda scared to show how much he appreciates it.

He can cook and will cook you anime related foods because thats his way of saying "Thanks for being my friend,normie."

If you sleep a lot he will ask you to stay awake more often so both of you can play together or just talk more.

He is such a baby,honestly.

✒Satan

He is annoyed by your lack of action but laughs when Lucifer struggles with you and threatens you but you don't give a fuck.

Tries to get you to read something because he thinks anime can't teach you the amount of worthy things you can learn from a book.

He thinks you have depression when you sleep and eat only and makes a little research on how to help you but eventually finds out it's just your personality traits.

He thinks that after you made a pact with Levi,Beel and Belphie some of their traits got to you.

Boy is waiting for his trait to manifest on you.

✒Asmo

He does not give certain importance at first becaise he lives with Beel and Levi so it was not weird.

Until he remembered that you are a human and that your skin is way more sensitive than his and his brothers.

Gives you a 10 step skin routine and practically begs you to do it.

"Pleeeeeease MC,do it for me!"

You better agree because this man is not going to stop whining until you promise him that you will do it.

Tries to get you out of the house more often to hang out with you but also becase that's the whole point of the exchange program.

✒Beel

He attaches to you because you remind him of Belphie and boy is hurt.

He shares his snacks with you and hears you talk about anime even tho he doesn't understand most of it.

Both of you have more in common than only eating so it's not hard to bond with him.

He likes that you eat so he can be sure you are not starving or just hungry.

Sometimes he will make you a healthy snack and bring it to your room when you are binge watching anime.

Such an understanding person I want to hug him.

He is willing to teach you how to cook healthier and actually waits for you to learn and remember the recipes.

But if you don't remember the recipes he will write them down and hand them to you.

✒Belphie

Yesss! Nap buddy #1

Just like Beel,your personality reminds him of his twin and loves you for that.

This little shit is tempting you 24/7 about having another nap with him.

It's so good to sleep with Belphie because he can control your dreams while he is sleeping and honestly you have such good dreams it's impossible to not give in to his begging.

Likes to see how pissed Lucifer is when he finds both of you sleeping instead of doing something.

Fights Lucifer for it because he knows he is doing it for you (and for your shared naps).

#obey me #obey me headcanons #obey me scenarios #obey me imagines #obey me barbatos #obey me asmodeus #obey me belphegor #obey me diavolo #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me mc #obey me satan x reader #obey me satan #obey me leviathan #obey me levi x reader #obey me beelzebub #obey me x reader

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revenge-of-the-shit · 3 years

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Writing Chinese characters set within Western worlds

If you don’t want to read it on tumblr, go check this out on medium or go follow me on instagram at @annessarose_writes!

Alright. You know what. I’ve seen plenty of stereotypes in fiction (and in social media) that are so incredibly pervasive I’ve seen many Chinese people within the western world internalize it themselves. So here’s a rough guide on writing Chinese characters in an English-speaking Western setting, written by me, a Chinese Canadian woman.

If you’re here to say something racist fuck off. Otherwise, welcome! This is not a comprehensive guide by any means. This is merely a brief overview based on my own experiences. My experience (as someone in North America) will differ from someone living in, say, Europe or South America. I’m not representative of every Chinese person because everyone’s experience is unique. So here were are.

1. Our names

Chinese names are usually written as follows: [family name] [name]. Let’s take a Canadian historical figure as an example: 黃寬先. In Chinese, it’s pronounced “Wong Foon Sien.” On Canadian documents — which are written [First name] [Last name], he’d be called “Foon Sien Wong.” He went by “Foon Sien” for most of his life. That’s his full “first name.” Nobody would call him Foon because that’s just half of his name (unless given permission). It’d be like meeting a stranger called Alex and calling them “Al” right off the bat. Sure, they could go by Al, but you don’t know that.

For those of us living in the Western world, some of us have both a Chinese name and an English name. In these cases, our Chinese name becomes our middle name in English (e.g. a character could be called John Heen-Gwong Lee).

For some people who immigrated to the Western world but were born in China, their legal name would be their Chinese name. Some choose to keep that name. Some choose an English name as their “preferred” name but keep their Chinese name on legal documents. It varies.

2. Parents & Stereotypes

There’s two stereotypes which are so pervasive I see it being used over and over in jokes even within Chinese (and, to a larger extent, asian) communities:

The [abusive] tiger mom and the meek/absent dad

Both parents are unreasonably strict/abusive and they suck

I have yet to see any fiction stories with Chinese parents where they’re depicted as kind/loving/supportive/understanding (if you have recommendations — please do send them my way). Not all Chinese parents are tiger parents. Chinese parents — like all parents — are human. Good god. YES, they’re human! YES, they have flaws! YES, they are influenced by the culture they grew up in!

That isn’t to say there aren’t parents like those tropes. There are. I know this because I grew up in a predominantly Chinese community where I had many a friend’s parent who was like this. Parents who compare their kids to the best kid in class. Parents who force kids into private lessons and competitions that the kid despises because the parents think it’s for the best. Parents who have literally called their kid a disappointment because they didn’t get 100%.

But please, also consider: there’s parents who support their child’s goals and who listen. Not all parents force their kid into the stereotypical trifecta of lawyer/doctor/engineer — I know of a good number who support their child in choosing the path they want. There’s parents who make mistakes and learn and try their best to support their child. So please, for the love of god, if you write a Chinese character, don’t reduce their parents to stereotypes.

3. Language & Learning

When I first read The Son of Neptune by Rick Riordan, I was so excited to see a Chinese Canadian character in Frank Zhang. Finally, there was someone like me. Finally, there was representation in well-known western media.

While I do appreciate that RR added in Frank Zhang, it’s pretty obvious that he didn’t really know how to write a Chinese Canadian character. One of the most glaring examples: in The Son of Neptune, Frank reveals he can’t really read Chinese. In like, the next book (I think — it’s been a while since I read it), Frank is suddenly able to read Chinese because he “learned” it in two week’s time.

Nope. Nuh-uh. Learning Chinese is a pain, let me tell you. There’s thousands of different characters and it is something you need to devote a lot of time to learning (especially if you’re progressed past the best childhood years for learning a language). So if you’re writing about a Chinese character living in the western world, here’s what you need to know:

A character who was born and raised in the western world does not necessarily know how to read/write in Chinese.

If they were raised by their own family, the character would very likely know how to speak their own dialect. They’d be able to understand the language used in movies/TV and they sound like a native speaker, but they may not know how to use language outside of certain contexts (the term for this is heritage speaker).

They probably went to Chinese school. They probably hated it. Chinese school is usually universally hated and does not teach you jack shit other than a hatred for the place and a vague memory of learning how to read the language without actually retaining knowledge of what you learned.

Most of my friends who know how to read/write in Chinese learned from tutors, parents, or were born in China.

There’s two main types of written Chinese: Traditional (used by Cantonese speakers) and Simplified (used by Mandarin speakers).

There are MANY other dialects (which I don’t know much about). The most common ones are Mandarin (usually spoken by people from the mainland), then Cantonese (usually spoken by people from Hong Kong).

4. Fitting into the community

Usually, the story is one of two things: they’re the only Asian kid in the entire school, or they grew up in a predominantly East Asian community. Things to consider for both of these when you’re writing:

Growing up the only Asian kid

They’re “that Asian kid.” They’re different. They walk into a class and feel weird and out of place.

They bring food from home (usually ethnic cuisine) to school. Other classmates stare at it, make fun of it, demand what that strange food is.

“Where are you from?” “Here.” “No, like, where are you really from?”

“Your name is funny.”

People literally never getting the character’s name right.

And that horrible, horrible feeling: wishing that they were white so they could avoid all of this.

Growing up in a predominantly East Asian community

It’s not uncommon for Chinese cuisine to mix with other east Asian cuisines. For special occasions (or just for a casual night out), your character could very well go out to get some sushi, or go for some KBBQ, or get some Vietnamese noodles.

Screaming “AIYAA” at/with their friends unironically if they’re annoyed (I’ve done this a lot with Cantonese friends. Less so with Mandarin friends).

Slipping into Chinese for like, two words, during a mostly-English conversation to talk about food or some other topic that can’t be adequately conveyed in English.

Reading books by white authors and learning about white history and growing up thinking white names, white books, and white history is the norm and standard even though the community is surrounded by East Asian people.

When the character leaves this community, there’s a brief culture shock when they realize how sheltered they’ve been.

Things in common for both of these:

The character has grown up on ethnic cuisine. Yes, Chinese people do eat rice with many of our meals. Yes, boba (bubble) tea is extremely popular. No, rice isn’t the only thing we eat. No, not all Chinese people love boba (though as a Chinese person I admit this sounds sacrilegious to say…)

The character likely grew up watching film/TVthat originates from East Asia. It’s not uncommon to watch Studio Ghibli films. It’s not uncommon to watch Japanese or Korean shows with canto/mando dub (examples: Ultraman, Kamen Rider). If you want to see a classic Chinese film from Hong Kong that’s fucking hilarious, watch Kung Fu Hustle.

The character has felt or been told that they’re “too westernized to be Chinese, but too Chinese to fit into the western world.” They’re torn between the two.

5. General portrayal

It’s quite simple, really. We’re human. We’re regular people. We have regular hobbies like all people do. We’re good at some subjects and bad at others. We have likes and dislikes like all people do. So here’s a list of stereotypes you can avoid.

STEREOTYPES TO AVOID BECAUSE WE’RE REGULAR HUMANS AND WE DON’T FIT INTO A SINGLE COOKIE CUTTER SHAPE, DAMMIT.

The character is a maths whiz and perfect at all things STEM.

The character is a straight-A+ gifted/IB/AP student.

The character is the next coming of Mozart and is amazing at piano/violin.

The character’s free time is spent only studying.

The character is insanely good at martial arts.

The character is either meek and submissive or an explosive, dangerous force.

I’m not going to mention the other stereotypes. You know, those ones. The really obvious ones that make fun of and demonize (sometimes through multiple untruths) how we look and how we live our lives. You should know.

Of course, there are people who fit into one or more of these. That’s not the point. The point is: molding all Chinese characters to these stereotypes (which white media tends to do) is harmful and reductionist. We’re more than stereotypes.

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6. Conclusion

We need more diversity in portrayal of Chinese characters. Reducing us into one-dimensional caricatures has done nothing but harm us — look at what’s happening now. This guide is by no means comprehensive, but I hope it has helped you by providing a quick overview.

If you want to accurately portray Chinese characters, do your research. Read Chinese fiction. Watch Chinese films/TV. Initiate a conversation with the community. Portray us accurately. Quit turning us into caricatures.

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