I've been thinking about the twst guys + mainly wondering who'd be most likely to get baby fever,,,
Malleus is definitely high on the list imo, as is Kalim... I think also Deuce and Rook?
Leona might not. He's already tired of dealing with Che'ka, he's probably not interested in the idea of raising a kid himself lol.
This is aged-up/set in the future where all of them are at least mid to late twenties and thinking about having children!
Most to Least Likely to Get Baby Fever:
Most Likely
Kalim had so many younger siblings growing up that he loved. That, combined with his friendly and social nature, makes me think he would love to have kids and a lot of them too. He’d be so excited to have his own family so he’d definitely get baby fever once he had a partner.
Malleus doesn’t have a lot of experience with children, but I think having a family of his own is something he would like because of his desire for closeness and a sense of domesticity, especially once he has a partner that he loves. You can’t stop this man from sweet talking you into having the next royal heir (and many more, after that).
Rook, despite what his proclivities might suggest, is very loving and dedicated to his family. He’s surprisingly domestic with his ability to cook and clean, and he loves children. He’s the most likely to have baby fever and randomly come home one day with a bunch of orphans for you to adopt.
Lilia already has Silver, of course, and I think he’d be very nostalgic for Silver’s childhood when he was still just a young baby. I imagine he’d love to relive that eventually, especially if he has a partner by his side to help him give Silver some siblings.
Jack’s wolf beastman thing about having only one partner his entire life makes me think that he’s much more domestic than he lets on. He wants the whole mate for life and have a family fantasy, and he’d definitely start to feel the baby fever once he had a partner he’s settled down with.
Deuce also has a domestic fantasy of sorts, I think he’d want to have children, but he’d also be shy about it. When he sees you playing with the neighbourhood kids, he can’t help but think about having kids together. His mom also bugs him about grandkids, so he’s encouraged by that too.
Trey is absolute househusband material, so he definitely gets baby fever once he’s settled down. I think he’d love to have kids and is pretty confident he’d be a great father, so he doesn’t feel the need to repress his desire to have a family once him and his partner have settled into their lives.
Cater wants children, probably gets baby fever from all the family vlog content he sees. You really have to sit him down and ask him if he knows all the responsibility that no one talks about. He’ll need some time to learn, but once he does he’s game on again and wanting to be a dad.
Ruggie is ambivalent because while he’s used to taking care of the kids in his town (and it comes naturally to him), he knows how insanely expensive kids can be. Once he gets a good enough job to only have to work one, I think he wouldn’t want to go back to working multiple all to have a kid. Thus, has baby fever occasionally but the cold hands of capitalism drag him back to reality.
Vil is someone I think would like to have a couple kids someday, but he’s in no rush considering his career. As he gets older and starts to see everyone else his age have a family, he would start to romanticize it more and more in his mind until he’s coming to you and asking to have a baby with his blond hair and your beautiful eyes.
Silver is relatively levelheaded, so he may get mild baby fever once he has a partner that he’s settled down with, but it’s never a huge priority in his mind. May daydream about it occasionally, but it’s a ‘see as we go’ type thing, not a decided plan.
Sebek is pretty traditional because of his upbringing, thus he does want kids with his partner eventually. At the same time, Sebek and kids don’t exactly mesh. He’d be a lot more mature at this point which would help, but his interactions with children do lessen his baby fever occasionally.
Jade is pretty relaxed about it, while he might want to have children, it’s more planned than anything. He’s aware of the responsibilities and fine with them, he just wants to wait for the right time. Also, he doesn’t care too much for other people’s children, so it will be more the situation with his partner that makes him eager to have his own family.
Floyd does get struck with moments of baby fever, but his mood swings mean it’s often just a passing thought that will dispel as soon as he remembers that kids aren’t just fun and rainbows 24/7. He finds kids fun, but can’t handle the responsibility of a lifetime commitment. Every time he starts to hint that he might want kids with you again, you just have to show him a picture of a diaper and he’ll be like ‘oh wait nvm.’
Epel is kind of in between, he doesn’t hate children but he doesn’t particularly love them either. He would want a family eventually, but doesn’t get struck with the urge to have babies particularly often, only when he’s feeling nostalgic for his own family.
Riddle is pretty self-aware about his trauma, and it scares him away from having children. He does want his own child, but he’s too afraid to become his mother. If you reassure him enough, he’ll let the domestic fantasy overtake his fear, and start to get excited about having a child in the future.
Azul is too busy working to really think about having a family. He wouldn’t mind having one or two eventually, but he doesn’t really dream about having kids when you and his work keep him busy enough.
Ace doesn’t have the patience for kids or the desire to have them. He’s happy to be the fun uncle to his brother’s kids and give them back once they need actual parenting. He might want to have one kid eventually, but he’d much rather it just be him and his partner for now.
Idia knows he can barely take care of himself, how can anyone expect him to take care of a kid? He’s happy with his little family of you and Ortho, no baby fever for Idia.
Jamil’s already had a child to take care of his whole life (Kalim) so he’s disillusioned with the fantasy of domestic bliss and having kids since he knows all its pitfalls. He won’t be getting baby fever anytime soon.
Leona explicitly doesn’t like kids, so I think his placement here is pretty self-explanatory. He’s aware just how difficult it is to raise a child and he honestly has no interest in it for now. When he’s feeling a bit sappy, I think he might fantasize about having a family from time to time, but he knows he only would enjoy the ‘good’ parts and not any of the work, so he wouldn’t want to go through with it.
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I need Dick Grayson with a breeding kink so bad. Hed see you with some kids at some wayne family event and the moment your hone hes jumping you. Whimpering about how bad he needs to fill you up 🙏🙏
started levitating and speaking in tongues when I read this…..it’s like ur inside my head🧎🏽♀️
holy spirit took over so it’s longer than anticipated oops hope y’all enjoy 🫶
18+ minors dni
warnings: breeding kink, mentions of pregnancy, dick grayson going feral
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you and dick grayson had just attended a wayne foundation fundraiser for the development of a local school, where he had witnessed for the first time how you interact with children. he watched as you chatted with the little guests of honour and laughed at their silly jokes, and how one of the smallest girls in the group shyly approached you to ask about your princess dress, as she called it. you engaged with each of the kids so naturally that his mind instinctively wandered to what it would be like to see you with his children someday.
he brought the idea up on the car ride home to gauge your reaction. “I mean, think about it,” he said. “a mini-me. or a mini-you—teaching them to ride a bike, or something. going to recitals. I don’t know.” a fond smile ghosted over him.
you laughed, surprised by his words. “that’s sweet, grayson,” you said. “I think you’d make a great dad.” he glanced at you expectantly.
“but…?”
“but,” you continued, “we’d have to make the kids first, you know. it takes time.” hearing that made him pause for a moment.
“oh, yeah. right,” he murmured. he hadn’t thought about that part—the process of getting you pregnant. you didn’t notice the way his jaw tensed, or how his knuckles whitened around the the steering wheel, or even the sudden tightness in his suit pants. the engine roared as he sped up, his sole focus on getting you home.
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you can barely recall what happened between him parking the car and you ending up on his bed. all you know is that your gala clothes are strewn across the floor, your legs are being pressed open against you, and dick’s starving mouth is on your soaking pussy, sucking desperately. his ministrations are impatient and disorganised, not at all like the dick you’re used to. what’s gotten into him?
beneath him, his cock aches as he ruts against the mattress, precum leaking onto his stomach. he’s already worked you to two generous orgasms despite his state of desperation. unable to wait any longer, he crawls his way back up your body until his cock is flush against your wet folds, his strong hands keeping your thighs wide open and pressed back so he has a full view of your sex.
your jaw falls slack as he gradually plunges into you until his length disappears in your walls. he’s deeper than usual, and your hand lurches to push him back. he intercepts your wrist instantly, pinning it down next to you.
“c’mon, baby, you can take it,” he coos hoarsely, his breathing ragged as his eyes travel your body. “feel that, baby. feel how deep I’m going. it’s intense, huh?” he leans down closer to you, pressing his body onto the back of your thighs as he fucks you slowly. “try to relax, pretty girl. this is the best way for me to fill you up, okay?” realisation hits you as he says the words. so that’s what this is about.
his thrusts speed up, and he feels you tighten with each intrusion. “fuck…you trying to squeeze it out of me? that’s how bad you want it, huh?” his smirk is arrogant, but it wavers as your walls spasm around him again, a lewd whine slipping through your lips. dick watches as your needy pussy grips his length and pulls him back in, practically begging to be filled. his moans grow louder as he drills into you, the pressure in his lower abdomen building quickly.
you’re taken by the primal way he’s is fucking you tonight. you’ve never experienced this side of him—messy, greedy, filthy—and it’s truly a sight to behold. the way his sweat-sheened muscles strain with each thrust sends another rush of wetness through you, and you feel it pooling around dick’s length.
“I wanna fuck a baby into you, pretty girl,” he keens, more to himself than to you; “wanna see you take it all.” his eyes screw shut in pleasure, feeling the way your walls contract around him; you’re almost delirious from the sensation of him pounding into you, and it’s driving him over the edge. his breathing is irregular when he speaks; “I’m gonna fill this little pussy up—that’s what you want, huh, baby? you want me to cum inside you?”
“yeah—yes,” you gasp, your voice barely above a squeak, “cum inside me, dick, please!”
as you say the words, you feel his cock twitch, and his strokes grow sloppy; he whines into you when he climaxes, burying his face into the crook of your neck as his hips buck. you hear him moan your name as he finishes, and his movements slowly come to a halt. breathlessly, you hold him in place, your arms clinging to his shoulders in an attempt to preserve the feeling of him buried inside you like this, with his breath fanning across your neck.
after a moment, dick sits back up and pulls out of you slowly, his length ringed in both your fluids. his face is frozen in admiration as he watches his load dripping out of you and sliding down your ass. he reaches down and smears the liquid over your folds before pushing it back into your sensitive entrance with his thumb, not intending to waste a drop.
“fuck…you take it so well, baby,” he breathes as he leans back down to kiss you feverishly. he then holds his thumb to your mouth, and you suck it clean, staring up into his blue eyes through your lashes. a loving expression settles on his features as he runs the pad of his thumb along your jaw, and your belly tenses at the feeling of him still dripping out of you while your legs relax by his sides.
“y’know,” he says after a beat, a teasing smile on his lips. “I hear it takes a while for this kind of thing to stick. we’re probably gonna have to do this a few more times.”
“alright, grayson,” you laugh, your fingers absently running through his hair. “but you’re washing the sheets.” he cracks a playful grin and rests his forehead against yours.
“deal,” he murmurs, kissing you again.
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Hi! I’m so happy that you’re doing the GO graphic novel! I grew up reading comics only by guys (because they were my dads and he’s…fun) but when I discovered your work a few years ago at the library…it’s incredible! I’m a sixteen year old girl that is terrible at drawing but would love to be a colorist someday so I just wanted to tell you that you’re awesome and I’m so excited!!! The kickstarter was literally the most money I’ve ever spent in my life (I’ve had a growing savings jar for two years to see if there was ever a copy of William The Antichrist) and I literally cannot wait, so yeah I’m not sure this counts as a question but you’re great, thank you for being great!
Have a wonderful day! Thank you so much!
Because I feel weird submitting no question, what’s your favorite color?
Oh my goodness, what a sweet letter! Thank you!
I am so delighted that you are pursuing your art, and your kind words are truly lovely.
I certainly hope the work I do on the Good Omens graphic novel lives up to your expectations!
My favorite color is sage green.
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ROUND 5 MATCH 4
Derek propaganda:
“Extreme hot take but Derek is the best OL1 love interest. He has the best and sweetest confession in the game. You play video games together. He seems reserved until you actually start dating and find out that he's actually just a gentleman who didn't want to be overly forward with someone he's not in a relationship with. He's a family man. You get to blatantly abuse your 'dating' privileges in front of his brothers. He's just so insanely sweet and caring and makes me wanna cry whenever I play his DLC.”
“- Impossible to dislike
- No, like, literally impossible. OL1 will allow you to be indifferent to it's two other LIs, Cove and Baxter but you actually can't pick that option for Derek. Game decided that You Will Be (at least) Friends With Derek
- This boy is so good!!!! He's a sweetheart and has your back in the best way and he's constantly doing his best to make sure the people around him (especially you) are happy
- This is also a complex flaw of his because he feels like he needs to be the best that he can be and to be worth something
- This both manifests in how he treats others (he's exceedingly well-mannered and does everything for others because he secretly hopes that someday someone will do the same for him) and his career prospects (he takes on excessive practice to get good at football/soccer so that he can potentially get a scholarship and become famous all so he can potenially feel like he's worth something. This is actually a major conflict in his Step 4)
- His DLC also has some of the best moments in the game
- He also has a family and they're also really good and you get to see a lot of them
- His dad is hilarious, his mom is gorgeous and their relationship is very cute
- Meanwhile, Derek's brothers are great. I wanna gush about them because I love them but also play Derek's DLC yourself!!! See how good they are for yourself!!!!
- I will say that these three have a really good relationship dynamic and the development it takes in the 10 years between when you first meet Jorge and Nico as little kids to Step 4 where they're adults (and a teenager, Nico is 16 in Step 4) is genuinely very well written
- If you're into the steamy stuff, Derek also has the best make-out session out of all of the boys
- He's also just. Very funny. This boy will invite you to a waterpark and then ask you if its a date so he knows whether or not it's ok to check you out in your swimsuit
- Or, if you aren't dating by that point (but you do want to to date him), the narration will note how he's trying so so hard not to check you out, he's just trying so so so hard
- Puppy dog face. Look at it. Tell me you can look at that face and not want to smooch him
- His confession is also the best, did I mention it's the best? Because it's absolutely the best one in the entire game
- He has a whole thing about having to confess to you on a ferris wheel and he's so committed to it that he actually avoided ferris wheels for a long time before this confession because he promised himself he'd do it the next time he went on one
- And then he went on one...and he literally doesn't confess when he does it because he lost track of time and he had to get off
- so he asks you to go on the ferris wheel with him again so he can actually confess this time
Just. Just vote for him!!!!”
“He's sweet, polite, and out-going and is always willing to put you first (sometimes too willing).”
“polite responsible jock u r NOT immune to this”
Asra propaganda:
“He GIVES AWAY HALF HIS HEART TO REVIVE YOU okay but like. He's the MCs roommate and they were together for a few years before the MC caught a plague and died and he obsesses over a way to bring them back before succeeding by making a deal with a god to trade half his heart for MC and betraying the emperor. And then when MC comes back but without any of their memories, he takes care of them and teaches them how to live all over again and he never asks for anything in return. On all the routes where you don't choose him he's really supportive and helps you out despite your history and overall he's just really nice and supportive of the MC and is their rock no matter what route you go down. Also he has a pet snake named Faust and I love her she's so <33
Idk I just appreciate him so much”
"He gave you half his HEART!! He would literally go to hell and back for you!! He wants to take you on adventures all around the world—doesn’t matter where, as long as he’s by your side!! AND he’s nonbinary!!!"
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Never Let Go || George Weasley
Title: Never Let Go
Pairing: George x Reader
Summary: Turns out building a family isn’t as easy as George thought it would be.
A/N: part 2 to dad!george x nanny!reader! Though it’s not so much nanny!reader anymore as it’s more like stepmom!reader but whatever! Hope you guys enjoy and feedback is always welcome/appreciated! <3
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It’s no surprise that George finds them in the backyard.
Summer is finally in full swing in the UK, and he knows Y/N likes to have Remi out in the fresh air as much as possible. The almost two year old has them on their toes, and spending the day out in the garden, running through the grass seems to be the only way to ensure Remi falls asleep as soon as her head hits the pillow. And George really does mean an actual pillow, since they recently upgraded the crib in her room to a toddler bed.
He has no idea where the time has gone.
He had hoped to sneak up on them, considering the fact that it’s the middle of the day on Tuesday and he’s supposed to be at work. But when he steps out onto the back porch he isn’t met with the sight of Y/N and Remi kicking a ball back and forth or blowing bubbles. No, the scene he walks in on is much more precious.
Y/N is laying in the hammock, one foot on the ground to slowly rock it back and forth while Remi lays on top of her chest, fast asleep. They’ve got matching white sundresses on, a gift for Mother’s Day from Molly. He figures Y/N is asleep too, but when the deck stairs creak under his weight her eyes open and a bright grin takes over her face.
“George,” she breathes, voice quiet so as to not wake their toddler. “You’re home early.”
“I missed my girls and I’ve been jealous of all the fun you two have been having together,” George explains as he approaches. “Besides, Fred has been having so much fun torturing the interns he won’t even notice that I’m gone.”
Y/N giggles and pats the empty netting beside her. “Here, come join us.” When George gives Remi a weary glance, she waves away his concerns. “She’s out cold and probably will be for another hour, Sandra next door’s St. Bernard chased her around the yard for over an hour this morning.”
George rounds the hammock, carefully easing himself down next to the girls so he doesn’t flip them. He lays down on his side facing Y/N, propping his head up with one hand while the other rests on Remi’s bum, just below where Y/N’s own hand is. He leans in and kisses his daughter’s messy curls, before placing one on his girlfriend’s temple.
He can’t believe that it’s been almost eighteen months since that day at the brownstone, when he opened up his front door to meet his new nanny only to fall head over heels in love with her instead. It’s hard to believe how much has changed in such a short time.
For starters he sold that stupid brownstone that he loved so much. As Remi got older it was clear his bachelor pad was not easily converted into a family home, and the pathetic stretch of grass he called a back yard was insufficient for his sweet summer child who loved running barefoot in the grass. Plus with Y/N in their lives, the possibility of someday growing their family was always in the back of George’s mind and a London townhome was barely big enough for the three of them.
So with a great return on his investment and a little dipping into his savings, George was able to buy a large family home in one of the uppity neighborhoods on the outskirts of London. Sure his commute every day is hell, but they’ve got a backyard big enough for them to add a dog or two, the best schools in the country are just a short walk away, and there’s plenty of room in case they decide to add to their family one day.
Which is something George hopes happens soon, one of the biggest changes that has happened since Y/N came into their lives. Before Remi George had a hard time imagining himself settling down, getting married and having some kids, and whenever he did it was far into the future by at least ten years. Once Remi was dropped into his lap that outlook had changed, but he always figured it would be just him and his daughter, something he was totally okay with.
Falling in love with Y/N totally changed all of those plans.
He didn’t want a life that was just him and Remi. He wanted one that included Y/N and the love and light she brings with her, with as many kids as she wants to give him. And he didn’t want that life years from now anymore, he wanted it as soon as she would allow him to stick a ring on her finger.
Hence the diamond ring tucked away in the safe at work. George doesn’t think she’s quite there yet, but as soon as she is he’ll be down on one knee and making her his wife.
But by far the biggest change that’s happened is the fact that he no longer has a nanny. Because now Y/N is a stay at home mum. So far that change has certainly been the most difficult, and it’s all thanks to the stubborn girl laying next to him.
Once their relationship became romantic George knew Y/N could no longer be his nanny. Simply for the fact that it felt wrong to hand her a paycheck on Friday morning only to have her underneath him in bed that night. Besides, once that line had been crossed they both considered Remi to be their daughter, not just George’s and he certainly wouldn’t pay his wife or the mother of his child to take care of them.
So he had proposed two possible paths to Y/N.
The first being that he would stop paying her to watch Remi, and in turn George would take over all financial responsibility in their home. His money would become their money, and George would take care of all of their bills while she stayed at home and took care of the house and Remi.
Y/N had flat out told him no. Which aggravated him and made him fall even more in love with her. But George had understood her response once she had explained that of course she considers Remi her daughter, the fact of the matter is she really isn’t Remi’s mum, and she’d feel weird taking on a role without having felt like she really earned it. Which George thought was total bullshit, he understood her point of view, but he thought it was bullshit.
Which led him to propose the second path. Y/N would no longer be Remi’s nanny, giving her the ability to seek a new, day time position with another family. She of course would still live at home with them, and George would find a new nanny to look after Remi during the day while they were both at work.
He figured that would be the perfect solution. Y/N would still be making her own money while getting to be with him and Remi, Remi would have still have that one on one care George wanted for her and he no longer had to pay his girlfriend to hang out with their kid.
Except her response to this proposition was the same as the first. Hell no.
Which had pissed George off to no end. He was trying to find a solution that would make their family work and keep all of them happy, and his sweet, stubborn girl shot him down. Twice. His anger had abated when during one of their arguments Y/N explained that the thought of another woman being in their home taking care of their daughter made her absolutely sick to her stomach. Because how the fuck could George be mad at her for being jealous at the thought of someone else being with Remi.
So for months George kept signing Y/N’s paychecks and they kept fighting about how best to handle things moving forward. And George uses the term fighting very loosely, considering the fact it was more him trying to convince Y/N to let him take care of her and her saying no.
It wasn’t until they moved into the new house, and their neighbor Sandra slapped George across the face and yelled about him being a dirty cheater, did they finally come to an agreement.
Because when Y/N took Remi to the park down the road she’d introduced herself as Remi’s nanny to the neighborhood moms and nannies that were there with their kids. Which normally wouldn’t have been a problem, except for the fact that they started to notice that when Remi called her Mama she never corrected her, and on the weekends it was always George and “the nanny” taking Remi to the park together and they always seemed to be so close.
So when Sandra saw them kiss in the driveway before George went off to work it seemed to confirm the neighborhood gossip that had been going around for weeks: George Weasley was screwing his nanny and was going to replace Remi’s biological mother with her.
Which explains why Sandra, a woman George had barely spoken to at that point, assaulted and confronted him on his own property. Thankfully Y/N had been able to calm Sandra down, and after awkwardly explaining to her that Y/N was both Remi’s nanny and George’s girlfriend and that there was no other woman involved, the rumor mill dried up and everything went back to normal.
But Y/N felt so terrible that she agreed to quit her job as Remi’s nanny, with the stipulation that George let her work a job that still allowed her to be home with their little girl during the day. So now she works for a few families in the neighborhood as a nanny part time, that way whether she’s working or not Y/N is still Remi’s full time caretaker and she can contribute to the house with her own money.
“Whatcha thinking about?” YN murmurs after they’ve been sitting in silence for a bit.
“You, Remi, life,” George answers simply.
“I can’t believe she’s almost two,” Y/N says wistfully, slowly rubbing Remi’s back. “I feel like just yesterday she was learning to crawl and asking for more juice by throwing her empty sippy cup at me,” she pauses as they both laugh. “Now she runs circles around me and says please and thank you.”
“It’s hard to believe that she used to be that tiny, fragile baby I found on my doorstep.”
Y/N stiffens next to him, just like she always does whenever Remi’s biological mother or how Remi came to be in George’s life is mentioned. She’s never even met the woman, but Y/N feels nothing but hatred towards her purely because of how carelessly she abandoned her little girl. There’s also a little jealousy there too, because as Remi gets older it is apparent that looks wise, she takes after the woman who provided the other half of her DNA, giving Remi a connection to her that Y/N will never have. She will love Remi with her whole heart until the moment she takes her last breath, but she will never be the woman that gave her life.
“Even though I hate the way she came into your life,” Y/N starts, tilting her head back so she can look up at George. “I’m really fucking glad she did.”
“Me too, baby,” George agrees, leaning in to kiss Y/N softly. “Me too.”
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“What are the ethical and legal implications for fucking an intern?” Fred asks suddenly, making all of the men groan. “Hypothetically, of course.”
Every month the Weasley brothers get together for a guys night. They play poker, drink beer and just catch up with each other. They’re at Bill’s tonight, in a shed out in the garden that he converted into a man cave. It’s a full house tonight, with George, Fred, Ron, Bill, Charlie and Ginny’s fiancé Harry all in attendance, and all of them are looking at Fred with disappointment.
“Fred, you shouldn’t have fucked an intern,” Bill scolds, forever the responsible eldest brother.
“Hey, I never said I did. I said hypothetically speaking,” Fred points out. “And I’m a little hurt by all of the judgment boys. Georgie over here fucked his employee and all of you congratulated him. Not fair.”
George rolls his eyes, taking a sip from his beer. “First of all, fuck face, if you talk about my future wife like that ever again I’ll knock you on your ass. Second of all, what happened with Y/N and I is completely different than whatever you plan on doing with one of our interns.”
“Oh please brother, enlighten me,” Fred snaps.
“Well for one I’m not nearly a decade older than her,” George responds, narrowing his eyes as he glares at his brother. “Not to mention the second things turned romantic I tried to fire her, not my fault Y/N is the most stubborn woman on the planet. Any intern you hump and dump will still be our employee for at least two more months. And fraternization in that manner can certainly be construed as sexual harassment, which could end in a horrible, very public lawsuit that will ruin the company we worked so hard to build. Me kissing Y/N ended in a very happy, healthy, romantic relationship. We are not the same.”
Fred is silent for a few moments, and George is almost certain he’s gotten through to his twin. Until the other man opens his mouth.
“So what you’re saying is I should wait until August, once their internship has ended, to fuck them?”
“I need another fucking drink,” George grumbles, pushing away from the table before he heads towards the little bar Bill has set up in the corner. He drowns out the conversation Ron has started, since it’s mainly focused on which intern Fred has his eye on, so he’s surprised when Bill slides up next to him.
“Hey. I’ve got that number you asked Fleur for,” Bill murmurs, holding out a piece of paper for George to take.
He gives it a quick glance, noting it’s nothing but a phone number, no name or identifying information, before he slips it into his pocket. “Thanks man, I appreciate it.” Both the number Bill has given him and his discretion in how he chose to give it to him.
Because George isn’t one hundred percent certain what he’s doing is legal, and the less people that know about it the better.
It feels kind of silly, scolding Fred about ethics and legal ramifications when George finds himself in a similar position, but his motivation has nothing to do with getting his dick wet, so he feels like his pursuit is at least a little justified.
Six months ago he had his lawyer start looking into what’s legally required for Y/N to be able to adopt Remi once they get married. He knows it kills her that the only claim she has to Remi is the one in her heart and George wants to make sure that she has the legal rights to their daughter as well.
Unfortunately for George, the answer was far from simple. Because when Emily, Remi’s biological mother, dropped her on his doorstep there was no documentation that she was officially terminating her rights. Meaning that even though George has been her sole legal guardian for nearly 24 months at any moment in time Emily can reappear, demand custody and have it granted. It also means that Y/N can’t legally become Remi’s mother.
His lawyer had spent a few months trying to dig up any information, in the hopes that Emily had filed the paperwork to terminate her rights and they just didn’t know about it. When that search turned up empty their focus pivoted, and George had his attorney find out how to contact Emily, hoping that they could get her to agree to meet and come in to sign her rights away.
But so far every attempt has failed. Either the numbers his lawyer finds are out of service or no one returns their call. Places of employment claim to have no employees under that name and every address is outdated. It’s been months since their search began and they still have nothing.
Luckily for George his sister-in-law knows some interesting people. He doesn’t want or need to know why Fleur has the number for a private investigator who has a knack for hacking, he’s just thankful that she does.
Because there’s nothing he wouldn’t do for his family.
But the blurred lines between right and wrong keep him from telling Y/N about the information Bill passed along to him when she asks him how boy’s night went as he slips into bed beside her that night. That way if this all ends up blowing up in his face George will be the only one hurt in the process.
At least he hopes.
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The little family Y/N pulled together started on an unsuspecting Monday morning.
So it makes sense that it all starts to fall apart on one too.
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“What did you forget this time?” Y/N teases as she pulls open the front door. George only left for work a few minutes ago, and after a weekend at home with their family it’s pretty typical for him to get on the road only to have to turn around to retrieve something he forgot. But the smile fades from her face when she realizes George isn’t the one who rang the bell, but a beautiful brunette woman.
A beautiful brunette woman who has soft curls falling down her back and a face shape that she would recognize anywhere considering the fact that she presses a kiss to that same arched brow every single night.
Nope, Remi’s Father is not standing on the porch - her Mother is.
The woman, Emily, smiles at Y/N either oblivious to the distress on her face or she simply does not care enough to react to it. “Is George home?”
“N-no,” Y/N stutters out, too stunned to say anything else. “He’s at work.”
Emily shakes her head, looking Y/N up and down in a way that’s anything but friendly. “Ah, you must be the nanny then.”
The way she says nanny creates a pit in Y/N’s stomach, and it takes all of her strength not to flinch. Because how fucking dare this woman who abandoned her child show up years later and be anything but thankful and appreciative for the woman who picked up her slack.
“Is there something I can help you with, Emily?” she asks after taking a moment to compose herself.
Because as much as she wants to give this woman a piece of her mind, Remi is just in the other room, and she has to keep her head on straight to make sure no harm comes to her daughter. No matter what this horrid woman thinks of Y/N, Remi is hers, and she’d do anything to keep that little girl safe.
If Emily is surprised to be recognized it doesn’t show on her face. She pulls a card out of her pocket, offering it to Y/N. “No, George will know why I was here. Have him give me a call.”
Y/N isn’t in control of her body as she reaches a shaky hand out and takes the proffered card, her mind numb. She watches as Emily turns on her heel and walks away without a care in the world. Like she didn’t just blow up Y/N’s life.
Because why the hell would George know why Emily came by the house?
And why the fuck doesn’t she?
-
George knows something is wrong the second he walks through the door that night.
Usually the house is filled with noise, Y/N almost always has music playing in the background as she cooks dinner and the sounds of her and Remi laughing echoes off the walls. But tonight when he swings the door open, his mouth opening to shout a greeting he’s met with dead silence.
He’s immediately on edge, worried something has happened to his girls.
“Y/N?” he calls out, voice frantic. “Where are you?”
He searches the bottom floor, switching between calling out for Y/N and Remi, his anxiety heightening each time he goes unanswered. His palms are sweating and he feels like he’s on the verge of a panic attack when he heads upstairs, his body moving without really being aware of where it’s going.
All George knows is that something is wrong and he needs to find Y/N and Remi before he loses his mind.
Finally he swings open Remi’s bedroom door and he takes his first deep breath in what feels like hours. Because Y/N is standing there, her back to the door as she gazes out the window. Her shoulders stiffen, so George knows she’s aware of his presence, but she doesn’t turn when he murmurs her name. It’s then that he finally notices a lack of their daughter, and the packed duffle bag sitting on the floor next to Y/N.
“Where’s Remi?”
“At Bill and Fleur’s,” Y/N answers, her voice flat as she still refuses to look at George.
Her lack of emotion and just general shitty behavior does nothing but piss George off, which is why his words come out sharper than he intends them to. “Y/N what the fuck is going on?”
She finally turns to look at George then, and her appearance has him stifling a gasp. While no tears fall from her eyes, they’re rimmed with red and slightly puffy - a tell-tale sign that she’s spent a good chunk of the day crying. Her body is stiff, her arms crossed like she needs to protect herself. And her eyes, those eyes that George loves so much, are filled with one emotion: betrayal.
“Why don’t you tell me?”
That isn’t what George expected her to say, and he feels a little lame that he doesn’t immediately have a response.
“Maybe you can start by telling me why the fuck, Emily showed up at our house today looking for you, and when I said you weren’t home she just left her number, claiming that you would know exactly why she was here.”
Oh fuck.
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
George’s stomach is in knots and he feels like he’s going to throw up. He should have told Y/N that he was looking for Emily, he feels like such an idiot for keeping that from her. His lawyer has called several of her friends and family members to try and get a hold of her, of course one of them was sure to tell Emily George was looking for her. So it really isn’t a surprise that she decided to track him down instead.
Well at least, not a surprise to him. And why should Y/N have been expecting Emily to show up at their door after no contact for almost two years? He really, really fucked up.
“Baby, wait, it’s not what it looks like,” George starts to explain, taking a step towards her.
But Y/N takes a step back, holding up her hand to cut him off. “Really? Because it looks like you went behind my back and sought out the biological mother of the child you claim to be ours, after she abandoned her on a front porch no less.”
Fuck, it sounds even worse when she puts it like that.
“Please, just let me explain,” George pleads.
But Y/N just shakes her head. “The time for you to explain would have been before any of this shit started.” She picks her bag up and tears start to well in her eyes. “I need a second George, to think about things. To think about what Emily being back around means for me and us and this family. Fleur and Bill are going to keep Remi for tonight, and Sandra agreed to watch her while you’re at work for the next few days.”
As she walks out of the room Y/N pauses next to George. “Emily’s number is on the counter in the kitchen. You better have a damn good reason for needing it.”
George stands there alone in the middle of Remi’s bedroom until he hears the front door click shut behind Y/N. It’s only when he’s sure he’s alone does he allow himself to break down: tears rolling down his cheeks as he falls to his knees.
He thought keeping this secret was going to ensure Y/N felt secure in their family, but now it looks like he may have lost her for good.
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Y/N plasters a fake smile on her face, not needing all of their friends and family to know how torn up her insides are. Because of course, the weekend after George’s betrayal is Remi’s second birthday, and despite the fact that they’re still not speaking and she’s still not sure where her place in their family is anymore Y/N will always show up for Remi. She’s already had one mother walk out, and Y/N is not about to be another. Emily’s reappearance be damned Y/N loves that little girl, and she’ll happily suffer in silence if it keeps a smile on her daughter’s face.
Despite George’s best efforts, she’s managed to stay away from him so far. Of course they need to have a conversation about what happened, but the middle of their backyard while celebrating their daughter’s birthday is not the time or the place. So she’s kept close to Remi, reveling in the feel of holding her tiny hand as the toddler dragged her around the yard to all of the different activities they have set up.
She’s standing outside the bounce house, watching Remi tumble around with her friends and her Uncle Fred, chatting with one of the Mum’s when she feels his presence behind her. The warmth of his body seeps into her skin, and Y/N’s eyes flutter shut as the scent of his cologne washes over her. Despite all of her hurt and her anger this week without George has been torture, and she’s afraid to admit how good it feels to be near him again.
“Hi,” he greets, leaning in to murmur in her ear. “I’m really fucking happy to see you. I was afraid you weren’t going to show up.”
The other Mum gives her a cheeky wink before wandering off, clearly thinking Y/N and George are reconnecting during a quiet moment of a hectic day. Her stomach drops, both in fear and excitement.
“It’s our daughter’s birthday, George,” Y/N responds once she’s composed herself, eyes reopening as she takes a deep breath. “If you think I’d miss it just because I’m pissed at you, you don’t know anything about me. I’m not Emily.”
Regret slaps George in the face, and he kicks himself for being so stupid. He hasn’t been able to think straight since Monday night, when he came home and his whole world fell apart. Life without Y/N is bleak, and if it weren’t for the little girl giggling wildly as she has fun with her friends, George is sure he would have given up by now.
“I’m sorry, I’m such a fucking idiot,” he apologizes, scrubbing a hand over his face. “Remi hasn’t been sleeping at night because she misses you and I haven’t been sleeping at night because I miss you and I feel so fucking terrible about everything and I can barely breathe let alone think straight.”
He pauses, taking a second to get his shit together.
“Of course I knew you would show up today, your love for Remi has always come first. That’s what I love most about you, how fiercely you love the people you care about.”
Y/N simply nods, to over run with emotion to trust her voice to come out clear and even. Knowing that Remi has been struggling during this time absolutely kills her, and she hates that she has brought her even an ounce of pain. But at least she’s young, and if this really is it for this relationship, Remi will never remember Y/N and the love and loss her brief stint in her life caused.
That’s a thought Y/N has had many times over this past week, and it’s just as heart wrenching to think about as it was the first time. Remi will never remember Y/N, but she’ll spend the rest of her life loving and missing that little girl.
“Can we talk tonight?” George pleads. “I want to explain everything to you, like I should have done on Monday. Or rather even before that night. And if you still want to walk away from this relationship after that I will let you go. But please know that you will always be a part of Remi’s life, whether you and I are together or not. Remi may have come from Emily, but you are her Mother and you always will be.”
George walks away then, and Y/N furiously wipes at the tears leaking down her cheeks before anyone has the chance to notice.
-
Y/N decides to hear George out.
Because even though her heart is hurting and she feels like her trust has been broken, just being in his presence today has made her feel the most normal she has all week. Being by his side while they held Remi and everyone gathered around to sing her happy birthday just felt right, like she was just where she was supposed to be. There is no doubt in her mind that George is the love of her life, and Y/N knows deep down that she’ll always regret not fighting for their relationship. And when George had assured her that no matter their relationship status Y/N would always be in Remi’s life, she figured she had nothing to lose by sitting down and hearing George’s side of things.
Plus, sticking around until the last partygoers made their way out means she gets to put Remi to bed for the first time in almost a week.
Which is where she is now, laying on her side in Remi’s bed with the little girl snuggled up against her. They’ve just finished reading her favorite book ‘I love you to the moon and back’ and now Y/N is slowly stroking her soft curls as she watches Remi’s eyes flutter open and closed and she fights off sleep.
“Mama miss me?” Remi’s sweet voice mumbles, and it makes Y/N’s heart break.
She leans in, pressing her lips against Remi’s forehead. “Mama missed you so much, baby.”
“Miss Mama,” Remi agrees, her lips smacking together as she tries to stay awake. “Love you Mama.”
“I love you too, Rem-Dog. More than you’ll ever know,” Y/N promises. That reassurance must make Remi feel safe enough to fall asleep, and Y/N watches as her eyes finally flutter closed and once her daughter’s breaths have evened out she presses one more kiss to Remi’s forehead before extracting herself from the bed.
“Goodnight, baby,” she murmurs, taking a second to tuck the covers tightly over Remi’s body. She heads towards the door, taking one more look over her shoulder before she closes it behind her. Taking a deep breath Y/N steals herself, preparing for whatever conversation is awaiting her downstairs.
George nearly jumps out of his seat when Y/N comes down the stairs, furiously wiping the sweat from his palms on his trousers. He gestures towards the seat across from him, giving her a small smile. “Sit, please.”
Once she’s seated across from him George sits down too, awkwardly fidgeting in his chair. He crosses and uncrosses his legs several times, his hands wringing together as he tries to figure out where to start.
“Thank you for staying and agreeing to hear me out.”
Y/N gives a curt nod. “I’m not making any promises here, George. But I at least owe it to myself and our family to sit here and listen to what you have to say.”
She watches as George grabs a thick manilla envelope off the chair next to him, waiting with bated breath as he slides a document out of it. He places it on the table, slowly sliding it towards her so that she can see what it is.
Y/N takes a moment to read, her eyes scanning the words over and over again so there’s no doubt in her mind what she’s looking at. As the information soaks in, tears start to form in the corners of her eyes, and she presses a hand to her trembling lips.
“George these are,” she starts, eyes finally flicking up to meet him.
“Adoption papers,” George confirms with a nod. “I told you earlier that no matter what happens between us you’ll always be Remi’s Mum, so I figured this would be a good place to start. That way once this conversation is done you can be free to feel however you want to feel, and not make a decision based on your love for Remi. I love you, Y/N, and I want us to be a family. But I understand that you might not feel that way anymore. So all you have to do is sign on the places that are marked, I already did, file these with the court and Remi will legally be yours too.”
“George, I,” Y/N stumbles, unable to find the words. This is the last thing she imagined George would say to her. And she knows now that whatever awful things she thought George was doing behind her back were nothing more than her insecurities speaking out.
When Emily showed up on their porch it surprised Y/N to her core, and all of those negative thoughts she’s had about feeling like she could never measure up to Remi’s biological mother came rushing back to the forefront of her mind; only made worse by the fact that George had seemingly been trying to get in contact with Emily behind her back.
But sitting here, now, with George offering her a permanent place in Remi’s life even if she doesn’t want one in his - she knows. She knows that this is all just some stupid misunderstanding and she nearly let the best thing that’s ever happened to her slip away.
“What about Emily?” Y/N asks, voice shaking. “I mean, isn’t she technically still Remi’s Mother like, legally?” she clarifies. She remembers when they had to register Remi at their new pediatrician after they moved, and they needed her birth certificate for her file. Y/N had noticed that Emily was still listed there, and when she googled what that meant that night, she found out it meant Emily hadn’t ever signed her rights away, so she still, legally, had a claim to their daughter.
“She signed her rights away,” George explains, a small smile forming on his face when Y/N’s jaw drops. “That’s why she showed up that day. My lawyer has been trying to hunt her down for months, and she must have heard I was looking for her.”
“And she signed them away?” Y/N asks, still in disbelief. “Just like that?”
George nods before launching into the story of what happened.
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“You’re a hard woman to track down,” Martin, George’s attorney, jokes as Emily and her attorney take seats at the conference table across from them. But the smile is wiped from his face when George gives him a glare.
This is not the time for joking. He’s barely been functioning since Y/N walked out two nights ago, and he just wants to get this shit over with so he can come clean to her and get on his knees to beg for forgiveness. And at least with Emily out of the way, even if Y/N doesn’t want to take him back she can still adopt Remi. He will deal with shared custody and watching Y/N fall in love with someone else as long as it means his girls are together and happy.
“That’s what happens when you don’t want to be found,” Emily replies dryly. Her eyes finally and on George and the smirk that appears on her face makes his stomach turn. “Weasley, long time no see.”
George huffs. “Can we just cut the shit and get this over with? I’d like to get home to my daughter.”
He can’t help but notice that Emily doesn’t react to him claiming Remi as only his, and it just solidifies that going through all this shit was a good decision. Clearly this woman doesn’t give a shit about the little girl they created together, because if he had said something like that in front of Y/N she would have slapped him upside the head and made him sleep on the couch for a week.
“I’m sure she’s doing just fine with the nanny.” Emily’s voice drips with condescension, and it pisses George off even more.
“Don’t talk about her like that,” he seethes. “Y/N is not Remi’s nanny, she’s her mother. And she’s a damn good one, which is something you know nothing about, so I’m not going to let you sit here and talk shit about the woman who has stepped up and done what you never had the balls to do.”
The room is silent, George’s words echoing around the room until Emily’s attorney clears his throat.
“Well now that we’ve gotten that out of the way,” he drawls. “Why are me and my client here?”
“Oh, right.” Martin grabs the manilla envelope sitting on the table, drawing a document out of it. He hands it to Emily’s attorney, giving him a moment to look it over before he speaks again. “We’d like for Emily to relinquish her rights to Remi. It’s been nearly two years since she abandoned the infant, and George would like for his partner to formally adopt their daughter.”
Every second Emily is silent makes George’s stomach sink further and further, and he can feel the bite of his nails digging into his palm from how hard his fists are clenched. Martin had assured George that even if Emily refuses to sign her rights away there were other ways to have them terminated, but it would be a lengthy process. Which George would absolutely not hesitate to pursue, but he wants this done as quickly as possible, which hinges on this right now going the way he wants.
“So I just sign and that’s it? The baby isn’t mine anymore?” Emily finally asks after she’s read the document.
Martin nods in confirmation. “Precisely. If you sign that today I’ll have it filed with the court this afternoon, and you will no longer have any legal rights or ties to Remi.”
“All right, do you have a pen?”
Not even a second of hesitation. The second her attorney puts a pen in her hand Emily is signing, double checking to make sure she hasn’t missed a spot. As soon as she’s satisfied that everything has been taken care of Emily slides the papers back over to Martin, and George feels as if a weight has been lifted off of his shoulders. Emily is finally out of the way, and he and Y/N are free to be a family in every way possible.
As long as she still wants him, that is. That part of the plan is still up in the air.
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“So, yeah. That was that,” George trails off as his story comes to an end. He sits back in his chair, just watching Y/N as she takes everything in. There’s a few different emotions flitting across their face, but they’re gone before George can tell what they are. Her eyes look at everything in the room except for his face, and he can’t tell if that’s a good sign or not.
“She just signed them away? Just like that?” Y/N finally says, her voice thick with emotion.
“Yep. We were ready to file a lawsuit for abandonment to have them involuntarily terminated but she just picked up a pen and signed them away.”
Y/N shakes her head. “Wow. Fuck her.”
George can’t help but chuckle. “Yeah, I was pissed at first too, because Remi is fucking amazing and how dare her Mum not realize that and fight to be in her life. But then I realized it doesn’t matter, because Emily isn’t Remi’s Mum and never has been. From the second you walked into our lives you have been her Mum, and the reason why she’s such an amazing little girl is because of you and the love and attention you have shown her. It doesn’t matter that Emily gave Remi half of her DNA, you’ve given Remi everything a real Mother should and that’s what matters.”
She doesn’t even know she’s crying until a few tears drip off of her chin, and Y/N works to quickly wipe them away. Everything George has said just erased every single doubt she’s ever had in her mind. Y/N always felt like Remi and Emily would have some kind of bond due to the fact that they share DNA, but hearing George just now and knowing Emily signed her rights away as if it were nothing proves that it’s all bullshit.
The only woman Remi will ever have that bond with is Y/N, and it has nothing to do with blood.
“Why didn’t you just tell me you were looking for Emily, George?” Y/N finally asks. “I would have understood and supported you.”
“Because I’m a fucking idiot, for one,” George admits honestly. “When I first talked to Martin about the steps it would take for you to legally adopt Remi I wanted it to be a surprise. I bought a ring and had this whole plan to ask you to officially be a part of this family. But when we found out that Emily hadn’t signed away her rights I decided to keep it to myself. I didn’t want to get your hopes up if it wasn’t going to go the way we wanted it to.”
Y/N nods that she understands to encourage George to keep going. It’s actually kind of sweet that George had put so much thought into this whole thing, and she understands why he didn’t say anything. Clearly George was aware of the sore spot Y/N had regarding Emily, and she kind of loves him a bit more for trying to be sensitive to that.
“And then Martin’s search for her was going to shit. Every address we had was old or wrong, every phone number was out of service. Any employer we talked to just said she didn’t work there and any friends or family would ignore us. I was kind of starting to get a little desperate,” he admits sheepishly, his cheeks flushed with embarrassment. “So I talked to Fleur and got the contact information for a guy with a, um, special set of skills.”
That gets Y/N curious. “What kind of skills?”
“Hacking, mostly,” George mumbles. “And I wasn’t one hundred percent sure that whatever he was going to do was totally legal, and I figured the less you knew about that the better. If it was all going to go to shit we both couldn’t be in jail. Remi would be left to Fred and we all know how that would end up.”
Once it’s clear George has said everything he needs to Y/N takes a deep breath, taking a second to just let everything sink in. Obviously George made a few mistakes in the way he went about things, she can’t deny how full her heart feels at his gestures. And it’s clear he feels absolutely terrible about how things came about and he regrets not being honest with her.
“That was really the only reason why you didn’t tell me you were looking for Emily? Because it was supposed to be a surprise and you didn’t want me to know about your potentially illegal activities?”
“I swear,” George promises, placing a hand over his heart. “I’m so sorry I kept it from you and I hurt you. I didn’t mean for that to happen and if I could go back and do things differently I would.”
Y/N nods in understanding. She brushes her fingers over the adoption papers, tapping them twice. “And no matter what happens between us you’ll let me sign these papers and legally become Remi’s Mum?”
“Of course. You’re her Mama, and I know how much you love her and she loves you just the same. We can go to court to figure out custody or we can just do it between us, whatever you want. But I will never stop you from being a part of our daughter’s life.”
“Well, I think I’ve heard everything I need to.” Y/N pushes away from the table, biting her lip to keep from grinning at the dejected look on George’s face. She stands, but instead of heading towards the door like he thinks, Y/N rounds the table, plopping herself right down into his lap.
“You got your chance to speak,” she starts, putting a finger to George’s lips to keep him from saying anything. “And now it’s my turn. I’m sorry too, for acting the way I did that night. Emily showing up shocked me, and brought all of these insecurities and negative thoughts to the forefront of my mind and I went spiraling down this dark path. I knew that there was a rational explanation for Emily being on our porch and I didn’t give you a chance to explain things. For that I’m sorry.”
“Apology accepted,” George responds once she lets him speak. “But just know I’m only saying that to appease you and not because I really think you owe me an apology.” Y/N finally breaks out into a full smile, and George feels the happiest he has all week.
“And you’ll never go behind my back ever again?”
“Never,” George answers honestly, his voice firm.
Before George has the opportunity to realize what’s happening Y/N leans in, pressing their lips together and pouring every emotion she’s felt over their separation into their kiss. George wraps his arms around her waist, absorbing every bit of hurt, pain, anger, longing and love she passes off to him. Even when their kiss breaks he keeps her pressed tightly to his chest, silently telling her that he plans on never letting go again.
“So,” Y/N starts, her voice teasing. “What’s that you said about buying a ring?”
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I really didn't wanna be dragged back into Hazbin but good lord Alastor has me hyperfixating so hard and now I find your blog with all these delicious nasty thoughts. <3 <3
God I know ❤️ every new episode gives me more ideas, or expands on old ones I've had!
Like oh my god Alastor beefing with THE DEVIL HIMSELF just because of his PRIDE, this man is Insane insane! That "fuck you" came from deep inside Alastor's fucking BONES! And Mimzy! Now I'm remembering the idea I had of "what if Reader liked big band singing and 1920s music and was moonlighting as a lounge singer" and now I'm thinking of Reader becoming Alastor's spiritual successor to Mimzy because maybe he misses that crazy using bitch a little bit
I can't decide which idea I like more now: fake dating Vox to piss off Alastor, or fake dating Alastor to piss off Vox. Because that's fucking canon now, Alastor called Charlie HIS DAUGHTER just to piss off, again, THE ANGEL OF THE BOTTOMLESS PIT, so ABSOLUTELY would Alastor fake-date Reader to piss Vox off, he'd be going MILES with this bit, he'd be on the radio calling Reader his beloved and his darling and chuckling to himself as Vox immediately hops on the air: "breaking news, the radio demon is A HOMEWRECKING WHORE--"
And Lucifer!! Wacky little goofy dad having a depressive episode. We'll have to come back to him someday
I just wonder what the last two episodes for this season are going to be about? Obviously, Charlie and Vaggie have to make amends but we already know they're going to because, they're so sweet with each other, Charlie may be hurt but she'll understand, so... are we going to see a face off with Valentino AND Adam separately? Episode 6 ended on saying that the extermination is A MONTH away so I'm assuming the climax of the show will involve the incoming extermination, and the show's a huge hit with a second season already confirmed, and we still haven't seen more of Rosie and Cannibal Colony, so... who knows what happens from here! I'm just excited the show's getting a lot of attention, and the writing and the music so far have been great ^^
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Reader X Jack are enjoying a lazy day with their new puppy until reader goes too far and pays the price.
18+ Sweet/Romance/Smut 🚨⚠️
“How are you feeling babe? It’s almost roll out time.” You said affectionately as you ran your fingers through Jack’s curls with his head in your lap. At first you didn’t like the mullet, but now, it turned you on even more if that was possible.
“I’m feeling good baby. It’s finally done and I can chill with you in my biggest, baggy clothes and just fucking play with the puppy.” Jack said and pointed up at you with his lips ready for a kiss.
She was so good when you were gone weren’t you sweetheart?” You cooed at the brown poodle as she jumped up on you wagging her tail enthusiastically.
It was you and Jack’s first attempt at taking care of something together. So far Jack was the doting dad. He ran out and bought everything a puppy could want.
Ok I’ll take her outside for a bit he said getting up from lazing around happily in your lap.
You were having a convo about his first single from the new album dropping. Jack was not super into promo so he was looking for a simple and quick idea to generate buzz.
“You know what Jack, that clip you released on Tik Tok did so well for First Class, why not just do that again?” You suggested.
“What here right now?” He said
“Right now with pups.” You said with that look on your face that Jack couldn’t say no to.
“K what do you want me to do.” Jack said open for anything you had to say.
“Just play with her and sing some of the lyrics.” You said
“That’s it?” He said raising an eyebrow
“That’s it and we’ll put it up. It’ll go viral.” You said assuredly.
“Ight. You know best baby.” He said and started playing with the puppy with the phone on the floor. You looked on in awe of how sweet they both were. These were the simple times you craved with Jack and now your new fur baby. You hoped for a real baby someday with him.
“That was awesome! Let’s post it, don’t redo it or overthink it.” You said and posted it right away. You checked back in an hour and was so excited to see the views, saves, likes, and comments already. “Babe!!! It’s going crazy!” You exclaimed hitting Jack in the arm with excitement.
“That’s all you baby thank you.” Jack said as he snuggled with you on the couch. Little puppers fell asleep in the little space between your legs and you laid on your boyfriend.
“So what are we binging this weekend?” You looked up and asked him
“Anything you want bubs.” He said nuzzling his nose into your neck giving you little kisses with his soft pink lips.
“Pinch me I’m dreaming.” You said wistfully and playfully scruffed up his beard. He wrapped his muscular arms around you and you felt him growing through his sweatpants
“Babe. No, I wanna just chill.” You said
“I’m not starting anything.” Jack lied as he pressed his hips into your back for you to feel the bulge even more.
“You vanilla and a baby anyway.” You said kissing your teeth and rolling your eyes
“Say that again.” Jack challenged. “Matter fact…off me.” He said pushing you to the side enough so he could get up and put the puppy in its cage. “Bedroom. NOW.” He ordered pointing to the bedroom you recently started sharing with him.
“Jackman I was just kidding. They’re your lyrics!!!” You protested as you marched to the bedroom
“You ain’t using my songs against me woman.” Jack said as he closed the door. “Take everything off.” He said and just laid back waiting for you to comply.
“You can’t be serious.” You said half giggling, half afraid. He was being so intense. Jack had a great sense of humour but part of him didn’t like to be ribbed or teased.
“Slower.” He said as you started taking off your clothes. You slowly pulled the TShirt you were wearing that was his over your head. As it landed on the floor you undid your bra’s front clasp to reveal firm beautiful natural breasts and slipped off one strap, then another. He grasped his hard-on building in his sweatpants, taking it all in.
“Turn around and close your eyes.” He said then he walked away. Was this a prank? You thought.
“Jackman….where did you go?” You called out as you stood there in just your underwear with your eyes closed
You felt cold leather and Jack breathing behind you. He placed a blindfold over your eyes and lead you to where you could feel the bed.
“This vanilla enough for you?.” He said in a sexy but sinister way.
“You know what Jack? You’re not vanilla at all baby.” You pleaded
“No take backs” Jack said sternly.
He gently bent you over and tied your hands behind your back with one of his neck ties. “Jack?? Baby, I like that you’re not really adventurous babe.” You said making it worse for yourself.
“Do you ever shut up?” He asked calmly and you could hear the smile in his voice. His fingers trailed up your inner thighs and moved your underwear to the side.
You felt the head of his impressive manhood testing and teasing your space. Gently poking, pulling back out and poking in only half way again. With each slight reentry you responded with more and more slick approval. “Ummmmmmm” You moaned wanting him to just put all of it in but afraid to demand it lest you paid the price.
“Vanilla huh?” Jack said circling around you now, producing a belt from behind his back.
“Jack no you are….my god so thrilling.” You said apologizing
“Say it like you mean it.” He said snapping the belt making you jump nervously. Where was all this coming from? Most times were mostly missionary, but here you were tied, blind folded, and bent over at 2 o’clock in the afternoon.
“Jack please.” You begged and he loved it. He teased your bare behind with the belt trailing the smooth leather over one cheek before giving you a little tap just enough to sting. An electric shock ran up your spine as you gasped and a red sore spot was left behind.
He untied you but left you blindfolded grabbing a vibrator from the nightstand. Your vibrator that you didn’t know he knew about. He laid you on your back and held it to your clit driving you insane. Taking the vibrator he slowly put it into your sore space that was wanting more. “Fuck Jack!” You cried out as he sucked on your clit while driving the vibrator in and out of you. He saw all the cum dripping from it and needed that to be him inside you now.
He put you on your side holding one of your legs in the air with his soft hand applying pressure to your throat. He pumped you hard making you scream, pausing and driving deeper for you to feel every inch pressing your G spot. Your legs shook as you erupted in agony. Covering your mouth he got more and more aggressive until he felt your single tear trickle down his hand.
He gave you time to breathe as he stroked himself and came up to your mouth. He positioned you where he wanted you with your head upside down. “Be a good girl and open for baby boy.” He said patting the side of your cheek. You opened wide as he thrust into your mouth making you hold his thighs to steady yourself. You drooled all over him as he repeatedly slid his whole shaft down your throat until he let you come up for air.
He couldn’t take it anymore and took off your blindfold. You enveloped his warm pulsating sack with the fleshy warmth of your mouth and sucked as he jerked and came all over your breasts. “Y/n ah my god!” He exclaimed in painful pleasure smearing his sweet cream all over your chest. You cradled your breasts licking it off. He collapsed beside you on the bed both of you naked, heaving, and glistening with sweat.
You heard the puppy whining in the cage. “Perfect timing” he said recovering his breath “Coming little sweetie.” He called out to the puppy and pulled on his sweatpants to tend to her.
You stayed motionless on the bed not able to move or speak. “I guess I was wrong.” You thought “My favourite flavour is vanilla now.”
@jacks-daycare @ride4harlow @itsyagirljaz
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In desperate need of "Vash and Reader being parents after things have settled enough for them to have a quiet life" injected directly into my bloodstream.
Oh my gosh yes yes yes yes and YES I will TRY to do this ask justice!!
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-Vash as a father
-Vash absolutely adores children. You can’t Tell me this man doesn’t want kids of his own someday.
-And as much as you wanna raise a family with this man, you both know that’s not possible until and if things ever calm down for him.
-And eventually they do. Even before he’s completely certain you guys are in the clear, he’s quick to bring up the conversation of kids again.
-And once you’re on board, he’s the happiest man alive!
-He’ll spend his evenings decorating the baby’s room and humming to himself. Maybe he’ll pick up a few parenting books and read in there.
-When the baby does arrive, it’s love at first sight. He loves that kid more than life itself. He’s holding his baby for the first time, looks directly at you, and immediately asks for another one.
-He needs to slow down a bit, but definitely a man who wants a large family.
-He’s eager to raise his kid with his pacifistic morals. It’s so sweet seeing them in the garden watching the spiders and the butterflies while he explains it’s possible to save all.
-Absolutely sings his kids to sleep. His singing voice is so beautiful and perfect for tucking little children in bed for the evening.
-He worries about the kids a lot. You usually need to tell him to calm down, but you let him check on them all the time because it’ll ease his mind, even if he shouldn’t over worry like that.
-You know this man cried on each and every first day of school his kids have. No matter how old they are. You have to be the one to pry him off his babies so they can make it to the school bus on time.
-Eventually his kids get old enough to realize it’s strange that their dad doesn’t seem to age, and he has to sit down and have the Talk with them about how he’s not a human being like them.
-This comes with many different reactions of course.
-But he tells them him being a plant doesn’t matter because he still loves them and even if he doesn’t age like them he’s not going to stop loving you or them for forever.
-It’s so cute to watch him play with the kids. He gets very into it, very dramatic. Whether it’s just play fighting or teatime you KNOW he’s gonna do a silly voice and absolutely rock at this children’s game.
-He might teach them to use a gun. I’m not sure though, what with the quiet life always calling to him, and him wanting his kids to never have to resort to using a weapon. He might teach them just to be safe though. It’s a sweet moment to see him teaching his kids.
-His kids are definitely going to grow up to be sweet and compassionate and pacifistic, just how he raised them.
-He tells them all sorts of stories based on his real life adventures. Their favorite character is definitely Nicholas the Punisher, he just sounds so cool!!
-He spends as much time as possible with his kids. The kind who remarks, “they grow up so fast” and that is Real and Terrifying to him.
-He honestly wishes they could just. Stay his little kiddos forever.
-He aspires to teach them everything Rem taught him and Knives. And he does a great job at that, really.
-HOWEVER he also Spoils his kids. He wants to be the fun, cool dad not the strict mean and scary dad, and that means Spoiling.
-The type of dad who, after you strictly say no, absolutely let’s each kid have another cookie before bed.
-You can’t stay mad at him though. You know he just wants the kids to like him, and who can blame him?
Thank you so much for reading~
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steph and bruce fic recs :0?
oh anon u have made my week with this request. my month. my year in fact. bruce and stephanie is a duo that is so special to me and i am not normal about them at all, and so of course i have only the best recs to give you. they are soooo complicated, but that's what makes them so interesting and so personal. i hope you enjoy these!
STEPH AND BRUCE FIC RECS ON AO3
Permutations and Hinterlands by cabezas_de_vaca
She and Bruce are complicated (not bad complicated, not wrong complicated, just complicated, because he isn’t her father and will never be her father and yet he sort of also is) but he cares. It gets lost sometimes, under the demands of Gotham, but it’s there.
And so, she just asks him. “Do you want to go to Colorado with me?”
Or: Bruce, Steph, and a road trip
MY NOTES: some very heavy but very good stephanie introspection, along with a great take on her relationship with bruce. also, who doesn't love a good road trip fic?
Have I Told You About Minnie by Hinn_Raven
After you’ve known Matches Malone long enough, you get used to him telling you about his kids. Not that his kids know about it.
MY NOTES: i am physically incapable of not recommending this fic regardless of the ask. it must be shared and it must be read. a real feel good and fun fic, bruce is so silly, and steph is so fun. lovely inclusion (without actually including) the other kids too!
I Used to Be an Adventurer Like You, Then I Took an Arrow to the Knee by audreycritter
Stephanie was just on patrol and now she’s stuck somewhere, sometime, with Bruce.
They bleed and bond and mostly try to keep each other alive— you know, just a Tuesday.
MY NOTES: im fairly certain i have recommended this before on here, but i have also reread it at least ten times, so who's to judge. one of my favourite time travel fics, also one of my all time favourite bruce and stephanie fics. the end is especially my favourite since it develops a specific part of their dynamic that i really treasure. must read!
we’ll have a feast of all the things we love to eat by smallzita
The story has always gone like this: Batman exists because of guilt and purpose, but mostly guilt.
The story is going like this: it's four-thirty in the afternoon and Bruce Wayne is wearing a dress.
MY NOTES: girl dad bruce. baby steph. as the author notes say 'Bruce Wayne being a foster parent can be something very personal actually.' what more do you want? what more is needed??!?!
it's just a question by Magpietrove4 🔒
this one doesn't have a summary, or any tags, but it might just be one of the best stephanie introspections i've read. the conversation with bruce really ties it all together. must read!
Under Armor Over Armor by LeantheBean
"Fridays don’t always go my way but someday I hope they’ll all be fine."
In which, Stephanie Brown gets ready for patrol.
MY NOTES: ohhhh this one is so special to me. imagine me sobbing crying screaming as i say this. it's so melancholic and. yearnful. a wonderful thing that connects steph and bruce is also the thing they will never talk about with each other. so good.
to brighten up even your darkest knight by Nokomis
While filing Batman’s paperwork as punishment for an unfortunate incident with the Batmobile, Steph discovers a momento from an early Cluemaster takedown.
MY NOTES: this one is sooo cute and so sweet. i love when batman is batman.
boston market by almondrose
batman & robin enjoy a mid-patrol snack.
MY NOTES: this one is also so incredibly cute. until it isn't. tears in my eyes forever. have read it so many times because it is just so real. must read!
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Someday We’ll Be Together
Chapter 5: Can I get your number?
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(y/n's pov)
when we got back to joes house after practice i grabbed my stuff that i had left there this morning.
"are you gonna come back over later?" - joe
"yeah sure, i'm gonna shower and get presentable first." - you
"i'll make us some lunch if you want." - joe
"sounds good joe, thanks. i'll see ya later." - you walked over to the front door
"yeah bye y/n!" - joe
"bye joe!" - you smiled at him as you shut the door and made your way over to your house
i knew as soon as i walked through the door my parents would be ready to berate me with questions.
i was right; as soon as i walked through the door i saw my mom standing in the kitchen.
"why are you smiling?" - your mom grinned
"nothing." - you
"mhm, so how was hanging out with joe last night and going to practice today?" - your mom
"really good. last night we were having movie night but it ended up going a different direction. lexie was at a party and joe found out she was making out with another guy." - you
"oh my gosh, bless his heart! did he finally break up with her?" - your mom
"yes, that's why i stayed the night. he was really upset and didn't want me to leave." - you
"awwww how sweet. now how did practice go?"
- your mom
"good! two girls that are dating players walked up to me since i was alone and asked if i wanted to sit with them. they were really nice and we hit it off." - you
"look at you already making friends with the WAG's!" - your mom
"mom." - you rolled your eyes
"i'm just teasing. are you going back over to joes today?" - your mom
"yup, i'm gonna shower and change then head over there for lunch." - you
"sounds good!" - your mom
after talking to my mom, i went upstairs to my room and finally got in the shower. it felt good to wash the sweat from being at the practice fields off.
when i got out i dried off and did my skincare before blow drying my hair and putting it in a ponytail.
once that was done i put a pair of jean shorts on along with a random band shirt i had.
i didnt wear much makeup, just mascara. growing up i had really bad acne and practically caked my face to cover it up, now wearing a lot of makeup just brought back bad memories of insecurity.
now that i was finally done getting ready i grabbed my keys, phone, and water bottle before heading downstairs.
"going over to joes now!" - you
"okay! have fun." - your dad winked
"dad." - you glared at him before leaving
as i was walking across the road i noticed a couple cars parked in joes driveway. who's here?
i knocked on the door and my heart stopped when i the door opened and i made eye contact with #85.
"oh you must be y/n! i'm tee, joes teammate."
- tee smiled
"yeh that's me, it's lovely to meet you." - you
"oh come in, sorry" - tee laughed when he moved to the side and let you in
tee shut the door behind me and was now standing next to me.
"joes in the kitchen making lunch, i'm assuming you're here of him?" - tee
"uh yeah, but i can chat with you for a bit." - you
"cool." - tee smiled
we moved over to the couch and sat down next to each other.
"y/n that's my spot!" - ja'marr
"oh hey marr!" - you turned to see ja'marr behind you
"hey! haven't seen you since college, you look great." - ja'marr
"you too! it's crazy you and joe got drafted by the same team, huh?" - you asked as ja'marr sat on the other side of tee
"oh for sure, and sam too you know since they played together at ohio state." - ja'marr
"i talked to his girlfriend today at practice, she seems really nice." - you
"oh she is, she told sam that you had been looking rather closely at one player." - ja'marr
"what- what are you talking about?" - you stuttered
"do you really think i'm cute?" - tee smirked
"yeah" - you returned the smile
tee opened his mouth, about to say something back but joe interrupted him.
"food's ready!" - joe yelled from the kitchen
"finally" - ja'marr jumped up from the couch and ran into the kitchen
tee and i stood up as well but he grabbed my wrist.
"how about we go out to dinner tomorrow night? you seem sweet, and you're really pretty. i'd love to get to know you." - tee
"i'd like that." - you smiled
tee let out a breath he didn't know he was holding in.
"good. can i get your number? i'll text you a time and address tomorrow." - tee
"yeh of course." - you got your phone out and exchanged numbers with tee
little did you know, joe was watching the whole exchange from the kitchen. he was left feeling lots of feelings jealous, upset, disappointed. not disappointed in you or tee, disappointed that his feelings that were coming back would have to be shoved away again.
*time skip - the next day*
right now i was currently getting ready for my dad with tee; at least i think it's a date. he said he wanted to get to me, but never fully said it was a date.
tee had texted me early today with a address to the restaurant we were going to, i looked some pictures up online to see what kind of outfit i'd have to wear. it was nice but not super upscale so i thought some jeans and a nice top would do the trick.
i had just finished up curling my hair when i heard the doorbell ring. i hurried down the stairs to get to the door first, definitely didn't want to put tee in an awkward spot with my mom or dad.
the thing is when i went downstairs it seemed like neither of my parents cared at all that tee was at the door. my dad was sitting on the couch and scrolling on his phone while my mom was making dinner in the kitchen.
"okay i'm off to my date, i'll see you guys later!"
- you
"have fun" - your dad mumbled, not even taking his eyes off of his phone
"what's up with you guys?" - you
"nothing, just go enjoy your night." - your mom
"okay.." - you opened the door
tee looked so handsome. he was wearing dressier clothes and for a second i wondered if i should go upstairs and change, but what tee said as soon as he saw me made me change my mind.
"woah y/n, you look beautiful." - tee
"thanks, you don't look too bad yourself. wanna get going?" - you
tee smiled and nodded before walking over to his car, he opened my door for me and i thanked him as i slid in.
as tee was walking over to the drivers side, i saw jimmy and robin walking up the stairs on the porch.
"oh hey tee!" - robin
"hey mrs. b!" - tee
"what are ya doing here?" - robin
"picking up y/n, we're going out to dinner." - tee smiled
"aww you guys have fun" - robin smiled warmly before walking into the house
at least someone's supportive.
jimmy and robin were definitely coming over for dinner and for a second i was wondering where joe was, but it makes sense why he wouldn't come over. i think he knows that tee and i are going on a date because ever since after lunch yesterday he won't answer my texts or calls.
"have you talked to joe at all.. since lunch yesterday?" - you
"he avoided me at practice this morning, so no. same thing with you i'm guessing?" - tee
"yup... i think he knows that we're on a date. i just don't know why it's making him this upset."
- you
"i mean i know you guys are best friends, and i'm his teammate, but you'd think he'd be happy for you." - tee
"yeah.." - you stared at the window, it was silent for a few minutes before tee broke it
"i'm not gonna lie, i knew who you were before yesterday." - tee
"how so?" - you
"joe talks about you all the time, i'm sure everyone he comes in contact with knows the name y/n." - tee
i laughed before thinking of a response. this is the third time someones told me joe talks about me all the time. what on earth could he possibly be talking about?
"you're not the first person that's told me that.. what does joe say about me?" - you
"nothing bad or anything, just says you're his best friend and how much he cares about you. it kinda got old when id try to send him tiktoks and he'd reply with y/n already sent me that." - tee
"i do send him a lot of tiktoks." - you laughed
"can i ask you something? you have to be completely honest." - tee
"of course." - you
"have you ever.. liked joe?" - tee
"back in college i had a little crush on him, but it's been over for a long time." - you
"okay, i just wanted to make sure." - tee
"make sure of what?" - you
"that you didn't still like him. i felt like there might've been something going on between you two." - tee
"what why?" - you
"i mean it's kinda ironic that just shortly after you move back down here he breaks up with his girlfriend. i mean ja'marr, sam, and i have been trying to get him to break up with her since the start." - tee
"my feelings for joe ended a long time ago, i promise. now let's not ruin our date by talking about him." - you
"okay" - tee
(joes pov)
i reluctantly walked over to the y/l/n's for dinner awhile after y/n and tee left. i didn't want to leave my house, but i didn't really have food to fix here so it looked like i had to go over there.
"joe! i didn't think you were gonna come." - robin
"me neither." - joe scoffed
"what's with the attitude?" - robin
"tired." - joe shrugged
y/n's mom could read me like a book, so i wasn't surprised when she started asking me questions when we were in the kitchen alone.
"you sure you're just tired?" - your mom
"mhm" - joe
"not because y/n and tee are on a date?" - your mom
"i don't feel like talking about it." - joe
"so that is what it's about though?" - your mom
"maybe." - you
"aww joe, honey. what part about it makes you upset?" - your mom
"it's not because she's going on a date with another guy, i dont care about that. it's just that tees my teammate you know? she's like a sister to me.. like what if he hurts her and i just have to play football with him like nothing happened."
- joe
"i understand your concern, but i think y/n's smart enough to get herself out of a situation before she gets hurt. even if it were to happen."
- your mom
"i know. now i just seen like a jealous dick."
- joe
"you're not being unreasonable joe. but can i ask you this? if it wasn't your teammate, would you still be a little upset?" - your mom
i looked up at her for a few seconds before i sighed out of defeat.
"yes." - joe
"see joe! you still have feelings for her!" - your mom
(y/n's pov)
it was after my dinner date with tee and we were sitting in his car in the dairy queen parking lot as we ate our ice cream.
"y/n, can i be honest with you?" - tee
"of course, tee" - you
"i think you're a really great girl, but i don't think we're gonna go on a second date." - tee
"what why?" - you asked out of confusion, you had thought the date went really well
"i think we'd be better off as friends.. and there's something i just don't think you're noticing." - tee
"what's that something?" - you
"the fact that you still have feelings for joe." - tee
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authors note: me consistently updating?! whaaaaaaaaaaat?!!!??!
hope you enjoyed ❤️
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'Since his breakthrough performance in Danny Boyle’s 28 Days Later over two decades ago, Cillian Murphy has become one of the biggest names in acting. Later, Murphy honed his skills with an iconic performance as Tommy Shelby in Peaky Blinders and a series of collaborations with beloved director Christopher Nolan. After appearing in The Dark Knight, Inception, and Dunkirk, he now takes on the starring role of the eponymous Oppenheimer in one of the most anticipated films of the year.
Alongside the Irish actor’s love for cinema, he also harbours a passion for music. In his youth, Murphy sang and played guitar in bands, even meeting his wife at one of his gigs in the mid-1990s. His most promising band was The Sons of Mr Green Genes, named after the Frank Zappa song, which featured Murphy and his brother Páidi. Acid Jazz Records even contacted the duo to offer them a deal, but they declined.
Though Murphy’s gigging days are behind him, music remains a huge part of the actor’s life. During an interview with the Sunday Independent Life Magazine, he stated: “The only extravagant thing about my lifestyle is my stereo system, buying music and going to gigs.” He still plays and writes alone and with friends and was even featured on a recent single by The Coral.
Expectedly, for someone so well-versed in music, Murphy’s taste is varied. Though he presents on the alternative station BBC Radio 6, his taste stretches beyond dad rock. From the early synth-pop of Christine and the Queens to fellow Irish performer Van Morrison, Murphy has littered his interviews and radio shows with wide-spanning music recommendations. We’ve collated a number of tracks he’s shared his love for throughout the years.
Murphy once awarded the title of his favourite band to Radiohead, naming ‘No Surprises’ as the song he wishes he’d written in an interview with NME. He states: “I think they’re the biggest band, who became the biggest band in the world without wanting to be the biggest band in the world. They’re probably my favourite band.”
Murphy also once noted his love for the contemporary Irish band Fontaines D.C. On one of his shows for the BBC, he stated, “I’ve been playing a lot of Irish music, but I am Irish, and there is a great explosion of new Irish music!” He names ‘Liberty Belle’ as one of his favourite tracks from their 2019 debut album Dogrel, but adds, “Every single tune, they’re relentlessly themselves.”
Murphy also shared his love for rapper Kendrick Lamar, noting that DAMN was the first album his 11-year-old son ever purchased. Murphy’s own was The Final Countdown by Europe: “I’m not ashamed of it; it’s a great riff. But Kendrick Lamar… Look, I think he tips it.”
Ranging from Beatles classics to contemporary rap and 2000s indie, check out our collated list of Oppenheimer star Cillian Murphy’s favourite songs below.
Cillian Murphy’s favourite songs:
Christine and the Queens – ‘Tilted’
Elbow – ‘Fly Boy Blue / Lunette’
Europe – ‘The Final Countdown’
Fleetwood Mac – ‘Man of the World’
Fontaines D.C. – ‘Liberty Belle’
Jackson C. Frank – ‘Blues Run the Game’
John Lennon – ‘God’
Kendrick Lamar – ‘YAH’
Low – ‘Always Trying to Work It Out’
Marvin Pontiac – ‘Small Car’
Massive Attack – ‘Hymn of the Big Wheel’
Paul McCartney – ‘Maybe I’m Amazed’
Radiohead – ‘Daydreaming’
Radiohead – ‘No Surprises’
Stevie Wonder – ‘Sugar’
The Band – ‘The Weight’
The Beatles – ‘Love Me Do’
The Kinks – ‘You Really Got Me’
The Strokes – ‘Someday’
The Velvet Underground – ‘Rock ‘n’ Roll’
Van Morrison – ‘Sweet Thing’'
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You’re Gonna Live Forever in Me
Pairing: Pete “Maverick” Mitchell x Daughter!Female Reader, Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw x Mitchell!Female Reader
Summary: You are Maverick’ daughter. The legend himself. He watched you grew up and you always hold his hand. And now he has to give your hand to another man’s.
Warning: little bit of angst, maybe? but dw it’s a happy one. no use of (y/n). and probably bad writing since it’s my first Top Gun fic and English isn’t even my first language.
Note: this was loosely inspired by You’re Gonna Live Forever in Me by John Mayer. please go listen to the song, it’s amazing. oh, and gif belongs to the creator!
Words: 935
A great big bang and dinosaurs
Fiery raining meteors
It all ends unfortunately
Maverick remembers. You were only five back then. Your ponytail bounced when Maverick pretended to attack you with a dinosaur action figure, making you giggle.
At that time, Maverick told the story of large extinct animals, including dinosaurs. He used to tell you a story before you go to bed, switching between the animals, the flowers, and even he told his experiences in the air. He was your hero, he is still. You didn't know that Mav was exhausted from work, but you asked him to tell you stories.
'More! More!' you exclaimed. Mav smiled.
'I'll tell you tomorrow, Sweetie. You need to go to prep school, remember? Now go to bed,' he kissed your temple.
'Oh, come on, Dad! One more story, please?' you gave him your best puppy eyes, making him chuckle. Maverick couldn't possibly refuse his sweet little daughter's request.
'Okay. Just one.'
And he told you about a goose that could sing and play the piano, charming everyone. You giggled excitedly, saying, 'Oh, I want to meet him!'
You didn't know Goose was a real person. Not until you were nine, anyway. You met someone called Bradley, he was a few years older than you. He came with his mother, Aunt Carole. She was so sweet and kind.
But you're gonna live forever in me
I'll guarantee, just wait and see
Maverick smiled at Penny, her eyes were full of tears. He looked around and saw Jake, Natasha, Robert, Reuben, and other aviators. He then turned his gaze to you with softness. He did not let go of his gaze in the slightest from his princess, wanting to see every moment and expression of the most precious girl to him.
Parts of me were made by you
And planets keep their distance too
The moon's got a grip on the sea
And you're gonna live forever in me
I guarantee, it's your destiny
Without you, of course, Maverick would not have become a father. He could never feel how to see you grow from a baby who enjoyed holding his hand and becoming a girl, a mature woman, who will no longer hold his hand. You have grown up and now are ready to hold another man's.
Maverick nodded slowly, so subtle that no one noticed when his gaze fell upon your hands. The hand that once never let go of his hand has now found another hand, which is stronger and more certain—Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw. Mav is not sad when you no longer hold his hand like you did when you were a baby, because he knows that Bradley will take care of his daughter. Maverick always trusts a Bradshaw.
Mav understands that one day, he will release you from his hand. An adorable baby has grown into a beautiful woman. You have eyes like your father and a smile like your mother. Mav knew this moment would come someday, a moment where he couldn't—and wouldn't—hold his little daughter anymore.
Life is full of sweet mistakes
And love's an honest one to make
Mav understands him pulling Rooster's papers would affect the relationship between you and Mav, also you and Rooster. He understands he's not the best father in the world, he made mistakes.
Time leaves no fruit on the tree
But you're gonna live forever in me
I guarantee, it's just meant to be
In the end, Mav will be supporting his daughter from behind. Time will make him away from you, his beloved daughter. But he was happy. He is. You will always live in him, live in his heart. You're not going to another planet, anyway. You will stay in San Diego. After all, you work here.
And when the pastor asks the pews
For reasons he can't marry you
I'll keep my word and my seat
Deep down in his heart, Mav didn't want to let go of his little daughter to go with another man. But he also wants you to feel your happiness, to feel how to live with your loved one: Bradley Bradshaw.
Anything for your happiness. And Mav will kill Bradley if he hurts youㅡhe means it.
"You are my best friend," Mav smiled when you said your wedding vow. Your hands were in Bradley's, your gaze was steady, never leaving him. "I remember meeting this boy my age who was funny and charming. I remember him singing and playing the piano, asking me to join. I didn't know what song it was, but I joined him shouting some lyrics anyway."
You chuckled nervously. Bradley smiled warmly at you, caressing your knucles. He knew that you don't really like being the center of attention.
"You got this," he whispered. "I love you, Baby."
You fought your tears, took a deep breath and continue, "You are my best friend in this life, and best friends do everything together. I will cry with you, I will weep with you. But I also will laugh with you and share my happiness with you. I will always be there not only when you need me, but every time. As I live, and I breathe. To fly with you, to explore the world with you..."
A teardrop streamed down your right cheek. Bradley kissed your hand, giving some encouragement. Your voice dropped into a whisper, finishing your vow, "...and to grow old with you."
But you're gonna live forever in me
I'll guarantee, just wait and see
Maverick wiped his tears quietly. You will always be his little girl. Always.
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Pride an Passion | 2
Chapter 2
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“I’m sorry, I’m so, so sorry, please forgive me”
Too late, blood soaking the fabric, dead brown eyes starring in your soul. It was your fault.
“No, please don’t leave me, I can’t lose you!”
“Y/N!” Screams echoing, ripping through the thick air, ringing in the ears, blurred vision. It was all your fault.
Your eyes shot open, starring at a dirty-grey ceiling, not knowing where you were or what happened. Your brain was trying so hard to protect you from possible damage and trauma from all that had occurred in the last hours but it slowly creeped its way back into your mind.
Abraham was dead. Your friends and family brutally beaten up before the saviors finally let them go but at least they lived. Even if it was just for another day.
A knock on the door startled you out of your thoughts. Unsure if you wanted to answer the door you waited, hoping they would eventually go away.
“Y/N? It’s me, Dwight. Open the door, I have food and water here.”
You heard about Dwight from Daryl and what he did, officially meeting him for the first time yesterday when the Saviors cornered you.
You hesitantly opened the door but only for a tiny gap, making sure it was indeed Dwight instead of Negan or someone else.
“Here’s the food.” he handed it over to you after you finally opened the door as a whole. “Negan wants to see you as soon as your finished with eating, just go down the hallway and then left, he will wait there for you.”
“I really want to be alone for a while...” you spoke softly but he already started walking away.
“You have 15 minutes to eat. Better hurry, he hates to wait.”
After that you closed and locked the door and put the food on a small table beside your bed. It was some salad, a bagel and a bottle of water but you weren’t hungry. Even though you hadn’t eaten normally in a few days.
Food rations in Alexandria were scarce, so every food your dad brought home, you shared with Judith and Carl before taking a small portion for yourself. You knew you had to eat, energy was well needed in case of a fight or walker attack.
Deciding you didn’t want Negan’s food or whatever peace offering it should be, you walked out of your room, following Dwight’s directions.
When Negan saw you again, he tried very hard to hide is excitement, not wanting to show that you had him wrapped around your fucking little finger. Maybe someday he would tell ya, but for now he needed you for other things and mostly of all, he had to concentrate on his plan instead is throbbing dick inside his pants.
“Well, hello again, sweetheart.” he murmured and gave you his best smile. “Great seeing you awake and shit. How did ya sleep?”
“How did I get here?” you asked, ignoring his previous question. “I can’t remember what happened after yesterday.”
“You tried to scratch my fucking eyes out after I hit your daddy and brother with my precious Lucille. Guess you had a little struggle with Simon and his hand met your gorgeous face.” he clicked his tongue in amusement when he saw your annoyed face.
“Ah, I see, hitting women gets you people off.”
“C’mon doll, I fucking hate violence towards women and I did not appreciate Simon’s way of handling the fucking situation but shit! You're a little force of nature, ain't ya? Bet I couldn’t tame ya even if I wanted to. But we’ll see about that, huh?”
You felt your cheeks getting hot and quickly turned away which made his stupid smirk even bigger.
“Tell me, doll, when you agreed being my wife, what shot through that beautiful little head of yours? Did ya imagine what life would be beside me, hm? Or did ya imagine yourself screaming my name while I take my sweet fucking time with ya? Because I did.”
You clenched your jaw and looked him straight in the eyes.
“I imagined killing you with your own stupid bat while you sleep, asshole.”
“Tsk tsk tsk...” he took your chin between his fingers, giving it a tight but not hurtful grip
“What a dirty ass mouth you got there, Miss Grimes. I’ll think I’ll have to put it to a good use to teach you a lesson or two.”
“Hmm, so you’re going to rape me? That’s the way of showing me how big and bad you are?” You were glad your voice sounded stronger than you felt- the truth was you were absolutely terrified of what he would do to you. All the more you were surprised when you heard his following words:
“No fucking way, babygirl. I would never lay a hand on you, never force myself on you. But it will be worse for ya: You will beg me to fuck that pretty little mouth of yours. You’ll crave my dick so bad, begging me to finally give it to ya, finally pounding in ya till you lose your voice of screaming my name. And after all that, you’ll fucking thank me for it.”
His big body hovered over you, shoving you in the nearest wall while his lips were just inches from yours.
“Cat got your tongue, doll?”
“F-fuck you!” you wanted to yell it but it was merely a whisper.
“Didn’t even touch ya, yet you’re still breathless, huh? Damn, babygirl, you got me already hard and shit. If ya ask me really nicely I’ll fuck ya right here, right now to give ya a little taste.”
“D-don’t touch me...” you gave him a little nudge and he took a step back, his hands in the air while he laughed huskily.
“Alright, alright. I won’t touch ya again. Not until you fucking beg me.”
“Not happening...” you muttered and turned away, hoping he didn’t notice how much you were turned on.
The last man talking to you like that was your first and last love and with his death you’re interest in other men died with him. Until now.
Negan had a weird impact on you- mostly your area between your legs. But you wouldn’t give into him. First of all, he was the enemy and murdered one of your friends. Second, you still grieved the loss of your former lover and couldn’t imagine ever being intimate with another man again.
Of course, your dad didn’t know all that. For him you were his perfect daughter, innocent and sweet. He never found out that you were having an affair with his former best friend and most of all, no one knew that it was you who had killed him.
“So anyways doll, I’ll give ya the grand tour through our amazing Sanctuary. Follow me.”
Negan didn’t wait and see if you’d really follow him, he knew you would because what other choice did you have. Agreeing to become his wife, or whatever the hell that meant, was just the beginning, he probably had a lot more tasks fore you instead of just looking pretty.
You entered a big hall, filled with other people: Ones had guns and what looked like normal clothing, the other ones wore all the same and ran around- made the scene in front of you look like one giant ant hill. When Negan and you entered, they all dropped to their knees almost instantly and starred at him.
“What the…” you whispered to yourself and starred down in disbelieve. Was this some kind of cult?
“People-“ Negan opened his speech and started slandering down the stairs “It is my great fucking pleasure do announce a new member of our community: This hella-good-looking lady right there agreed to become my wife so I’d say this screams for a big fucking celebration.” Negan turned around to face you and grinned at your bewildered expression. He suddenly pointed his bat at a random person and asked: “Who are you?”
“I’m Negan.”
You scoffed and almost couldn’t hold back your laughter. How cringe.
“First lesson, doll. If you’re asked who you are, you answer with-?” He pointed his bat at you and waited.
All eyes were on you, a weird tension spreading in the room making everyone uncomfortable in their place.
Of course, you knew what he wanted to hear, you weren’t stupid after all. But you also weren’t a manipulated and obviously brain-dead person. “The fuck I will.”
No one said a word, not even a gasp. The silence was so thick, you could have cut through it with a knife. Dwight’s look caught your eyes, you weren’t sure what it meant but Simon beside him threw daggers across the room with his eyes. If looks could kill.
“I knew it wouldn’t be that easy but it was worth a fucking try.” Negan’s shot you a small smirk before turning around to face his people “This one will be an example for all of us, just wait and see. Before then, let’s get back to fucking work.”
Negan took you to his room at the end of the tour, presenting you a more than spacious bedroom with a big glass front. You stood in the middle of it, nervous about what would happen next. Yeah, he said he wouldn’t force himself upon you or touch you again, but you didn’t trust him. He was a crazy psychopath with a barbed wired bat. What else was there to say?
“Well, sweetheart-“ he stood behind you, his breath tickling your ear but he didn’t touch you “Today you learned your very first rule of this place and I want to make sure that you fucking got it. So lemme ask ya: Who are you?”
“Y/N.” you answered and a shiver ran down your spine when he chuckled in your ear.
“Is that so?”
You turned around and took a step away from him. “I agreed to come here to save my people, I’ll be your stupid wife or whatever kinky shit that is but I won’t kneel in front of you, I am not Negan or whatever bullshit cult you built. So whatever punishment that means for me- I’m ready.”
Negan nodded in amusement. “Damn girl, you got a big ass mouth, ya know that? You’re just like your daddy, which is a big no-no for me. I don’t like him or his stupid face. He thinks he’s the boss and shit but he ain’t nothing, ya hear me doll? Your daddy gets his ass whopped by yours truly and he’ll even thank me for it. So, I get that you’re a big and brave girl but fuck, you really think I’ll punish ya with some kinky sex you clearly don’t want and maybe beat ya up a little bit? That what you think of me?”
“I don’t care what it is, let’s just get it over with…”
“Nah, honey. I’ll take my time with your punishment and you don’t have to worry- I already told ya I won’t touch ya again, not a single-strand of your beautiful hair gets damaged. Ya know, punishment isn’t always physical-“ his grin grew wider “…sometimes it’s psychological. So tell me again you won’t do what I ask of you if I bash your daddy’s head in.”
You gulped. Dammit. This man would kill every person you cared for and probably wouldn't even bat an eyelash while doing it. Psycho.
“So do we have a fucking understanding in this particular?” the grin was gone, his expression serious and cold, waiting for your final answer.
“Yes.”
“Great fucking talk then. Now get lost, I’ll have a meeting. I’ll see ya later, doll.”
You walked out of his room where Dwight leaned against a wall, he started silently walking in front of you to bring you back to your room. Maybe this was harder than you expected. Maybe you really would lose yourself in this madhouse. Or maybe there was nothing else left to lose.
Taglist: @toxic-ink
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Meet the Employees (Part 2)
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ABCDE is 20 he’s 5’8 but with his tentacles even tho they don’t count he’s 6’0 uh he is the resident theif at Hueso’s stealing silverware sometimes, food too, and anything else shiny. He find the staff…ahem…tolerable…he was just an squid yokai living in a Bay Area- uh by himself since he was a baby he makes every lose their minds with his antics like contaminating food by sleeping it or just doing it anyway to be a butt face.
(Belongs to Bloodyballoon )
Thea is a very sweet and mostly calm woman with a very "mom friend" personality. She's currently a waitress for Run of the Mill along with some other non-disclosed jobs. She's the oldest of four children, having two youngers and a brother who shes the primary caretaker of.
She's also rather skilled in fashion design and wants to make clothing in both the hidden city and perhaps the human one (if she can get ahold of a cloaking broach).
(Belongs to @ieatoilpatings )
Ivan was originally just someone helping out his dad out with delivering organic produce to a restaurant until his dad offered that he became a delivery boy for said restaurant, considering Ivan had a habit of keeping to himself so now he makes plates when the restaurant needs them and delivers pizzas at great speeds.
(Belongs to @artstufff-jpg)
Nolan Pike is one of the newest workers at the Run Of The Mills, he lives in the hidden city with his family and loves everything about space, someday he wants to work for NASA and become an astronaut and live a exciting life, but to do that he has to deal with what “Normal” even means anymore as he somehow gets involve in all the chaos his new friends seem to create, and maybe even meet someone special.
(Belongs to @emmyawards201 )
"My my my~ What does a Fine Person like you want to eat tonight?~"
Well guess who decided to waltz his way into the roster, Meet Cayden Jade! The Elven Employee who somehow manages to get more tips from his customers then his coworkers! Cayden is known to be the smooth talker of the group and the best to go to for relationship advice. Cayden enjoys the thought of owning a food business in the future, owning his own lands of farm and produce to supply the needs of Yokai all around and most importantly, help his small town back in Texas with food shortages.
(Created by @suya-khamie )
A totally not under age employee at run of the mill! Though armless he's still able to do his job very well. He's usually seen carrying plates on his head and his pen in his mouth ready to take or give orders. He works to help his mom out the best he can and be a good big brother.
(Belongs to @coyotecam )
Meet Anika! The story loving sugar-glider mutant and waitress for Run of the Mill. When she’s not talking to her friends and coworkers she’s probably writing in the back room making stories from things she has gathered from the other employees.
(Belongs to @tigerkat360 )
Main 1 | Main 2 | Side 1
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ROUND 4 MATCH 8
Derek propaganda:
“Extreme hot take but Derek is the best OL1 love interest. He has the best and sweetest confession in the game. You play video games together. He seems reserved until you actually start dating and find out that he's actually just a gentleman who didn't want to be overly forward with someone he's not in a relationship with. He's a family man. You get to blatantly abuse your 'dating' privileges in front of his brothers. He's just so insanely sweet and caring and makes me wanna cry whenever I play his DLC.”
“- Impossible to dislike
- No, like, literally impossible. OL1 will allow you to be indifferent to it's two other LIs, Cove and Baxter but you actually can't pick that option for Derek. Game decided that You Will Be (at least) Friends With Derek
- This boy is so good!!!! He's a sweetheart and has your back in the best way and he's constantly doing his best to make sure the people around him (especially you) are happy
- This is also a complex flaw of his because he feels like he needs to be the best that he can be and to be worth something
- This both manifests in how he treats others (he's exceedingly well-mannered and does everything for others because he secretly hopes that someday someone will do the same for him) and his career prospects (he takes on excessive practice to get good at football/soccer so that he can potentially get a scholarship and become famous all so he can potenially feel like he's worth something. This is actually a major conflict in his Step 4)
- His DLC also has some of the best moments in the game
- He also has a family and they're also really good and you get to see a lot of them
- His dad is hilarious, his mom is gorgeous and their relationship is very cute
- Meanwhile, Derek's brothers are great. I wanna gush about them because I love them but also play Derek's DLC yourself!!! See how good they are for yourself!!!!
- I will say that these three have a really good relationship dynamic and the development it takes in the 10 years between when you first meet Jorge and Nico as little kids to Step 4 where they're adults (and a teenager, Nico is 16 in Step 4) is genuinely very well written
- If you're into the steamy stuff, Derek also has the best make-out session out of all of the boys
- He's also just. Very funny. This boy will invite you to a waterpark and then ask you if its a date so he knows whether or not it's ok to check you out in your swimsuit
- Or, if you aren't dating by that point (but you do want to to date him), the narration will note how he's trying so so hard not to check you out, he's just trying so so so hard
- Puppy dog face. Look at it. Tell me you can look at that face and not want to smooch him
- His confession is also the best, did I mention it's the best? Because it's absolutely the best one in the entire game
- He has a whole thing about having to confess to you on a ferris wheel and he's so committed to it that he actually avoided ferris wheels for a long time before this confession because he promised himself he'd do it the next time he went on one
- And then he went on one...and he literally doesn't confess when he does it because he lost track of time and he had to get off
- so he asks you to go on the ferris wheel with him again so he can actually confess this time
Just. Just vote for him!!!!”
“He's sweet, polite, and out-going and is always willing to put you first (sometimes too willing).”
“polite responsible jock u r NOT immune to this”
Zen propaganda:
"Extremely handsome, HES A MUSICAL ACTOR FKFNKSNSJ, deep and relatable family trauma, He's genuinely a good person behind the vainness <3"
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“affection”
miguel o’hara x reader
[age gap, trauma, daddy issues, “toxic” relationship, without spiderverse AU, hobie is your bsf bc yeaah]
(purple lines are the lyrics)
inspired by this song, a bit out of context :))
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I know that you say I get mean when I'm drinking,
But then again sometimes I get really sweet
So what does it mean if I tell you to go fuck yourself
Or if I say that you're beautiful to me
you and miguel have been together for a long time.
you’ve met him thanks to hobie, your best friend.
at first he scared you. hobie told you about his trauma, about his lost family and his stern attitude. but slowly you got to know him. you got to understand his emotions, you got to comfort him when he was feeling down and little by little you ended up in his arms every nights.
he was such a great man, you thought, and seeing him cry, seeing him weak, made you fall head over heels for him.
It's affection always,
You're gonna see it someday
My attention for you
Even if it's not what you need
it’s one of those days. those terrible, annoying days. those days when you want to disappear.
you weren’t that different from miguel. you lost a loved one, your dad, really young, maybe that was the reason of the attraction towards an older man like him, and you were usual to spend nights crying to yourself about your trauma.
“love, what’s bothering you?” the deep voice that you love comforting woke you up from your eternal nightmare.
“miguel…” you managed to say, tears falling down your reddish cheeks.
he wipes away your tears, letting you fall into his embrace.
“wanna talk?” he whispers as your head rest onto his chest.
Sometimes we talk all night long, we don't shut up
And when it's late we'll say we're still wide awake so...
We love to talk about how you'll come up to visit me
And we'll rent a car and we'll drive upstate
“i wanna move out” you state one of those nights to miguel.
“why?” he asks, not angry, but genuinely curious.
“everything reminds me of my dad”
“and where do you wanna move?”
“i want to rent a car and drive away”
“that’s cute” he smiles softly, placing his warm hand on your cheek.
“that’s weird, don’t you think?” you chuckle and wrap your arms around his waist, “i love you”
It's affection always,
You're gonna see it someday
My attention's on you
Even if it's not what you need
“i’m tired! i really cant stand when you act like this!” his deep voice, the one you loved comforting, was yelling at you.
“oh, now you’re mad?! because i asked you to cuddle?” the tears he loved wiping away were dancing on your face.
“you’re so sensitive, you cry for the smallest things!” he shouts.
“i’ve spent my whole life comforting you and helping you through your trauma, i completely fucked up my sleep schedule to kiss you goodnight because you were ‘scared to lose me’ and when i ask you to hug me you’re ‘tired’!”
I think of you,
I want you too,
I'd fall for you
what a stupid argument, you’ll think months later.
but that’s too late, because you two will ‘take a break’ and slowly grow apart from each other.
I think of you,
I want you too,
I'd fall for you
“those are your things” his deep voice, the one you loved comforting, was handing you a box full of your stuff, “if i forgot something i’ll give it to hobie”
“okay.”
I think of you,
I want you too,
I'd fall for you
two years. it’s been two years. no more contacts, barely waving at each other when catching up on the streets of new york.
two years, and you can’t move on.
you feel dumb because “of course he moved on, he’s miguel o’hara”, “of course he’s with other women, who cares about me now?”
two years, and you still love him.
I think of you,
I want you too,
I'd fall for you
“a friend of mine is hosting a party, wanna come?” hobie is sitting next to you in a café, “she has a bunch of male friends, even older ones, that might interest you”
“s’not like i’ve got choice, right?” you chuckle stupidly and nod, “when?”
It's affection always...
you enter the cozy apartment of gwen stacy, the girl that hosted the party.
hobie told you last minute he arrived a little later, so you just sat in a corner and waited for him.
“hey, you must be y/n!” gwen smiled and sat next to you. “i heard about you, you’re hobie’s best friend”
i smile, “yeah, it’s me”
“he told me to invite a lot of male friends for you!” she laughs, “older ones as well”
you blush, why did he do that??
“oh he did? i’m sorry, he’s kind of an idiot”
“nah it’s okay. actually you’re lucky, a old friend of mine is searching for a girl just like you. he wants to move on from a relationship, nothing serious”
“that’s great, who’s him?”
It's affection always...
“hey gwen, did you found that-” his deep voice.
you open your eyes widely, almost checking your eyesight.
“oh there he is, y/n, this is miguel o’hara. he’s that friend i’ve told you about” gwen grinned. “i’ll leave you two alone, goodnight guys”
gwen stood up and walked away, leaving you face to face with miguel.
he looked as young as two years ago, even more beautiful. you felt your heartbeat increase and your cheek burning up. your hands were shaking and you’re sure you’re blushing like crazy. his jaw was slightly dropped, you could almost see hearts in his eyes, as you slowly fell in love with him again. and he was too, deep down.
“hey” he said,
“hey” you replied.
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