#it feels okay in the moment bc she wants a relationship with her father

[thelov3lybookworm]

I literally just sent a cassian request but this one popped in my head for Lucien. Lucien falling in love with a smokehound breeder from the autumn court. Introduced to each other by eris when he’s going to pick out yet another smokehound for his kennels. The litter that was just born has the smallest tiniest runt that lucien takes pity on and he keeps visiting the breeder to make sure it’s ok and he gets the dog AND the girl in the end bc OF COURSE he does. He deserves the world. 🥹

Better place-

Summary: Lucien wants to go out, Y/n knows a better place.

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A/n: i thought this would be longer, but it turned out like a drabble 🫠im so sorry 😭

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Y/n smiled softly, her heart doing weird little backflips in her chest when Eris's brother grinned, his mismatched stare fixed on the little puppy, Berald, jumping around, chasing its own tail.

The male laughed when the puppy ran headfirst into his legs, bending to scratch behind the hound's ears.

He seemed so genuinely happy, Y/n considered telling him to take the pup home.

Y/n had first met Lucien two months ago, who had tagged along with the high lord of autumn when he came to get the strongest pup in the recent litter.

Eris, now high lord, had started adopting the strongest hound that was born every month, wanting to add more and more hounds to his army of canines now that his father was dead.

Lucien had apparently started visiting autumn court more frequently, having begun to rebuild a relationship with his very misunderstood brother. Eris, taking up any excuse for spending time with, arguably, his favourite brother, had decided it best to show Lucien the smokehound breeder he got his hounds from.

And now, Lucien had been visiting more recently, having taken a liking to the smallest pup in the litter. Also because he worried so much about the tiny thing.

Y/n had only had seen and cared for such weak pup maybe once or twice before, so when Berald was born, it was a surprise.

"He looks healthier than he did last week." Lucien mumbled, glancing up at Y/n with glittering eyes.

She smiled at him, wondering what the weird feeling that spread through her chest was, goosebumps rising under the sleeves of her dress under his intense stare. "Yes, he's been getting better."

Lucien grabbed the little pup from the ground, holding his wiggling body close to his chest as he stroked the top of Berald's head.

"Um... hey Y/n, can I have a word with you?"

Y/n blinked at the sudden seriousness in his voice. "Uh- yeah sure. What is it?"

His chest expanded with a deep breath, and Y/n could see the resolve hardening in his eyes.

"Have you tried the new restaurant that opened up a week ago down the street?"

Y/n stared at him for a moment. "Yes. I tried it the day after it opened."

Lucien visibly deflated, his eyes falling to Berald, who stared up at the redhead. Suddenly, his head jerked up, and with a lazy grin, he leaned close.

"Will you come with me to that restaurant? I've been wanting to go, but I don't want to go alone."

Y/n was dumbfounded, both at the invitation and his proximity and she was sure he could see her burning up.

"Yeah... yeah sure. But I know a better place-" Y/n smacked a hand over her lips, her eyes widening at her own boldness.

His grin widened. "Great. I will pick you up after sunset."

"Okay..."

Y/n could do nothing but watch and blush as he reached out, grabbing her hand gently and placing his lips on her knuckles, a mischievous gleam in his eye.

Then he straightened, turning to drop Berald back to the ground before walking away.

Y/n stared at his retreating back, then turned to stare at Berald, as if the pup could give her the answers she sought.

The only answer she got was that she was not going alone on the date tonight. Berald needed to come too.

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[gglitch1dd]

I don’t know if your still open to the Angry Dilf series (I ate those up btw *chiefs kiss*)

But it would be very interesting to read a one-shot where Reader and Bakugo or Kirishima (or Both) react to finding out their precious daughter has a boyfriend/sneaky link.

Bc I see these two as major over-protective girl dads who will punch a sucker, especially if they find out this guys has been in any intimate/sexual relationship with their daughter.

Just an idea! Love your work, stay motivated 💗💕💗💕💖💞

[This was such a nice idea!! Thank you for bringing it to me, love! I wanted to write for Eijiro for this because he loves his girls SOO Much. I hope you like it!]

An Early Grave

Warning: Some gross talking by a douche bag, mentions of blood, punching, violence.

Eijiro stood in the kitchen, trying his breathing exercises as he tried not to absolutely burst an artery. You had told him to behave and to act nicely, however, Eijiro did not play nicely when it came to one of his girls. He couldn’t. They were his girls, his babies and he would do anything to protect them. And right now, one of his baby girls were sitting on the couch, giggling at something some stupid boy was saying.

Honestly, he couldn’t be that funny.

Eijiro thought he was going to peel his skin off at the sound. He loved the sound of his girls laughing,

But for some stupid guy?

He groaned as he tried his best not to absolutely kick that guy out of his house. You chuckled drawing his attention. You had your arms wrapped around you as you looked at your large husband. He looked absolutely gut wrenched almost as if he was seconds away from being sent to an early grave.

“Mom,” Your daughter had spoken anxiously when she had confided in you in wanting to bring the boy she was talking to home. You were honestly shocked she was talking to you, because Satomi always talked to her father. They had always been close so you never really minded but you knew she was nervous about this. “You know how Daddy is. I’m going to send him to an early grave.” She had slumped forward, putting her head in her hands.

You chuckled. “Your father is going to be upset regardless, Satomi. You know how he feels about you dating in high school.” You reminded him about the talk that her father gave every daughter the moment they were old enough to view boys as anything more than being infested with cooties. “Just be easy with him and it will all be fine.”

Well it wasn’t so fine, because your husband looked like he was about to go dig a hole in the backyard and either bury himself or the boy who currently had his arm around your daughter.

“He literally can’t be that funny, Y/N.” Eijiro gestured with an angry whisper over to you. “I mean, what type of man is he!? He doesn’t even greet me properly. Who the hell does he think he is, calling me just Kirishima?” He asked with furrowed eyebrows, a deep frown on his face. Your tall beast of a husband was clearly ready to kill over this. “I swear to God Y/N I’m going to-”

“Daddy!” Immediately you watched your husband force a smile to his face as he face where your daughter had just entered. She was dressed in a pretty sundress that made her look absolutely beautiful. Satomi had always been on the chubby side but it suited her exponentially as she had a broad smile on her beautiful face, her cheeks pushing up as she looked to the two of you. Her dyed red hair fell down her back. “We’re going to be heading out soon to the park, I’m just going to fetch my jacket and shoes.” She notified the both of you.

Eijiro kept his smile on his face as he tilted his head to the side, swallowing back the pain that sat inside him. You giggled quietly. “Okay princess.”

She looked down at her outfit and held the skirt of her dress. “Do I look nice?” She asked a bit self-consciously. “I don’t want to look much, you know?”

You moved to put a hand on her shoulder with a tender smile. “You look beautiful, honey.” You assured her, putting a hand to her cheek. She blushed as her smile grew.

Your husband nodded as he moved over to the two of you. “You really do princess.” He praised as he replaced your hands with his own as he held her chubby cheeks in his large hands. He actually held a genuine smile on his face as his ruby eyes stared down at hers. “You look wonderful.” He placed a kiss to her forehead making her release a happy excited squeal.

“Okay! Okay, let me go!” She waved before moving out of the kitchen, moving to go to the stairs.

The moment she was gone, you watched your husband nearly collapse at your side, moving to wrap himself around you. You chuckled as you moved a hand to rub around your husband’s back comfortingly. “Aww, Eijiro, calm down. It’s okay big guy.” He let out a grumble, his face buried in your neck. It was almost comedic at how such a big man like your husband, former prohero and loving father with enough love and warm arms to hold the sky from falling on anyone, could feel so small. “This was coming eventually.” You reminded him.

“Don’t remind me.” He groaned as he lifted his head to rest on your head instead. A small pout on his face. “At least Reika doesn’t increase my blood pressure like this.”

You chuckled as he mentioned your eldest daughter who was much too busy being a sidekick and training to be a Prohero to want to date (she was actually so much like her himbo father, she never noticed people hitting on her). You patted Eijiro’s side as you picked up your youngest daughter from her baby share, moving to grab a bottle from where it was being heated. She had already basically sucked your breasts dry but she was still hungry. All your past babies were always so hungry that you weren’t even surprised  and always ready for such situations.

Surprisingly, entering the room was the said boy who had been in your sitting room. Daiki had his hands in his pockets as he entered the kitchen. “Hey, Mrs Kirishima, could I have some water?” He asked with a tilt of his head.

“Of course.”  You smiled before looking to your husband with a sweet smile. “Eijiro.”  

Your husband looks as if you had just slapped him in the face. He motioned to you as if asking you ‘Do I have to?’ You gave him a pointed look motioning to the babbling baby you had in your arms and the milk bottle in the other. He bit back any comment as he stood up to fetch a glass for Daiki, grumbling to himself.

You looked back to Daiki as if nothing had happened. “So, Daiki, how did you and Satomi meet?” You asked him.

He turned to look at you. “I’m in the other management class at UA so we had a project together in second year and have been talking ever since.” He nodded his head.

“Oh that’s cute.” You smiled as you moved to put the nipple of the bottle to your babygirl’s mouth. You turned to your husband who had aggressively put down the glass in front of Daiki before going back to sit down on one of the island stools. “Isn’t that cute, Eijiro?” Your husband just grumbled as he glared at Daiki. You rolled your eyes. “So Daiki, what made you choose the management course?”

“My parents are in hero management.” He commented. “They work for the Hero Commission actually.”

“Really?” You asked surprised.

He nodded. “Mr and Mrs Nakamura, have you met them, Kirishima?”

You watched your husband visibly hold back himself as he gripped the marble counter. “I doubt.” He let out curt and short. You gave him a pointed look, making him sigh. “What department do they work in?”

“International.”

“Then no.”

You rolled your eyes at your husband. Before looking back at Daiki who clearly could feel the tension in the room. He gulped down the water before putting back down the empty glass. He also forced a smile to his face. “Thank you, for the water.” He said. “I think I’ll go wait for Satomi outside.” He motioned outside. His phone started to vibrate. He quickly answered it, seeing it as an escape goat as he left towards the entrancehall away from the both of you.

You looked to your husband with a pointed look. He looked to you surprised. “What did I say?” He asked almost genuinely confused. You ignored him as you left to go sit down and feed your little newborn in peace.

Eijiro sighed. Was he being irrational?

Yes.

But honestly, he thought he could be excused from it. To be fair, Satomi could have brought a man that was a walking saint and Eijiro would still find a problem with him if he were honest with himself. He sighed as he ran a hand through his black hair that had started to develop a few grey strands. He should apologize. He was the adult and Daiki was an eighteen year old boy. He couldn’t lie and say he was probably doing worse things at that age than Daiki is. He cursed your influence on him as he stood up and moved towards the entrance hall.

He was a man of honour and a manly one. If this was the guy that made his daughter happy, he should at least be open to him. He walked towards the door before the words he heard made him stop in his tracks.

“I mean yah, Satomi is cool I guess, but I thought you said she would be easy, man? I mean yah but she never wants to do anything other than make out.” Daiki spoke on the phone, his voice low as he stood on the walkway of the Kirishima’s residence. “Fine, fine. I’ll be patient. Besides you were right, she has too much of a nice ass to be impatient.”

Eijiro couldn’t breathe. He couldn’t think. Before he could even think of being angry he heard a sniff behind him. He turned around to see his daughter standing behind him. Unshed tears lining her ruby eyes as she looked absolutely heartbroken. Her hands clutched to her chest as she fought sobs from her chest as she looked down away from her father. Before Eijiro could say anything her face broke into quiet cries as she ran back to the stairs, throwing her shoes to the side as she raced up the stairs, catching your attention.

“Yah, yah. I’ve gotta go. I’ll talk to you later dude.” Daiki concluded as he finally put down his phone call. He ended the call. He turned to look back at the doorway but froze. Terror ran down his spine as he was caught still like a deer in headlights.

Eijiro stared down at him not smiling, unmoving, his pupils thin as he looked down at the boy who had dared to speak about his daughter in such a horrible and revolting way. Daiki couldn’t move. He felt like he was staring straight at a predator and that the moment he moved was the moment his fate would be decided. It was finally now that Daiki remembered that Eijiro wasn’t just some retired prohero. The large man spanned his doorway and was large enough that one of his fists could equate to Daiki’s head.

He was Red Riot. The unbreakable hero that could quite literally run through solid concrete. A trained soldier who probably killed villains and was able to smile sweetly the next day to the press.

And Daiki was his next assignment to deal with.

Daiki took a step back with a chuckle. “Sir, I-”

Before he could get a word in, Eijiro had swung a hard fist to his face. Daiki had barely been able to stumble back on the floor before, Eijiro was on top of him, his large calloused fists, beating into the boy as if he was nothing but a sack of flour.

“Eijiro, what-” You had just walked to the doorway when you froze. Blood was on your husband’s hands as he broke the kid’s nose. Your husband had nothing human in his eyes as his pupils stayed locked onto Daiki. You gasped as you moved a hand to your mouth in shock. “Eijiro!” You shouted as you ran over to him, your training quickly kicking in before he killed that poor boy. You used your quirk to quickly wrap white chains around him that stemmed from your hand. You rooted your feet into the ground as you tried pulling him off of the boy. “Eijiro! Don’t kill him! He’s a boy!” You reminded him loudly.

Your husband, paused at the sound of your voice, adrenalin pumping through his body as he looked down at the bloody faced boy. Daiki coughed as he bit back a pained groan. Eijiro let out a disgusted growl as he thrusted the boy down against the ground, standing up on his two feet. He scowled down at him. “If I ever see you or any of your shitty friends anywhere near my daughter again…” It was an open ended threat, one that Daiki didn’t need the rest to hear as he could already tell the severity of what would happen to him. He nodded his head.

Eijiro scowled before motioning for him to get up. “Get off my property before I call the police.” He stated simply as he moved back to the front door. Eijiro had grabbed a hold of you, your chains having disappeared. You were pulled back into the house, Eijiro slamming the door behind him.

“Eijiro!” He had finally let go of you as he moved to the kitchen, moving to the sink to wash his hands. “Eijiro!” He finally paused. You put a hand to your hips. “What happened?”

It took a moment before he answered you.

“Nothing that wasn’t already going to.”

-Glitch1d

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[wosowrites]

Hot Tub Tease Part 3 (Leah Williamson x Reader)

Warnings: ⚠️smut⚠️

A/N: This series has my heart. this is also my first time writing smut and i rly don’t know how i feel abt it bcs i respect leah as a player and a person sm so we’ll see if I do it again or no :) also, if you haven’t read them yet. Part 1 is here: https://www.tumblr.com/wosowrite/712300627075727360/hot-tub-tease-leah-williamson-x-reader and part 2 is here: https://www.tumblr.com/wosowrite/712775784285257728/hot-tub-tease-part-2-leah-williamson-x-reader

Once again, idk how I feel abt smut.

Prompt: In which you go back to Chelsea, and Leah to Arsenal, and then after a game, you meet up and end up at your apartment. ( slow burn )

International break had been over for two months now. You had gone back to London with Leah, but after that, you had kept your distance. In all honesty, you just didn’t know how to be in a relationship, and your feeling for Leah were scaring you. You wanted to have sex with her so badly, but you didn’t want her to think that was all you wanted. You wanted her to know you loved her for way more than her body. You had an ultimatum, and you didn’t know who to talk to it about. So, one night, you restored to alcohol.

You never resorted to alcohol. Ever. Your dead beat father had a history with addiction, and you were set on never falling down that path.

But your brain was screaming at you, and your heart was screaming for Leah. And everything was loud and you needed to numb it. So you picked your poison- vodka- and drank.

It was probably three drinks later that you took out your phone. You opened your contacts, staring at the alphabetical list. "Beth." You slurred. You clicked the call button and heard as the phone rang. It only rang twice before Beth picked up. "Hey, y/n! What’s up?" Beth’s voice said. You heard background noise. "Uhm. The- I-" you slurred, trying to figure out what to say. Instead of words you just burst out giggling. "Beffy, can I tell you something?" You said, calming down from your laughing fit and sliding your body onto the counter, pressing your face against the cool marble. "Are you drunk?" Beth asked, you heard the music turn down. "Beth! I said. Can I ask you something?" You repeated, louder and with more intensity. "Yeah. Go ahead." She said gently. "I- I’m so fucking in love with Leah. Like. Like I want to hold her- i want to hold her like… all the time. And… have you seen her smile. Like it’s- she has a good smile. And I like her nose." You said, trailing your finger down your own nose. "It’s a good nose. And I- I wouldn’t be enough for her. But she’s… she’s more than enough for me, Beffy." You said, tears welling up in your eyes, making you sniffle. There’s a moment of silence. "I’m gonna come see you, y/n." Beth said. "Will you bring Leah?". You asked. "I don’t think that’s a good idea." Beth said gently. "Yeah. You’re right. I’m not good enough for Leah." You muttered, more to yourself than anyone else. "No that’s not-" Beth started saying. But you hung up swiftly

Katie’s apparement

Beth stares at the phone for a second, looking at the call. Y/n had just hung up on her, and Beth was really worried about her.

The gunner looks up from her phone, watching the room that was watching her. "Who was that?" Katie asked, breaking the ice. "And why did you sound so nervous?" She added.

Beth ignored her. "Uhm. Viv, we need to go." Beth said instead, standing up and grabbing her coat that was at the door. "Okay." Viv said simply. "What is going on?" Leah said, standing up. "It’s… listen it’s fine." Beth tried to say, slipping her shoes on. "No I recognize that voice. It was y/n." Leah argued. "I’m coming with you."

"Leah! Lee… i’m sorry. It’s just- I don’t think that’s a good idea for her right now." Beth said. Leah’s heart broke right in front of Beth, making a wave of guilt surge through her, even though she knew it was better for Leah to stay away from you at the moment. "Listen, we play Chelsea in two days. Wait till she’s… better." Beth said.

She gave her friend a smile and then quickly ushered Viv out of the house.

Back at your apparement.

Somehow, you had ended up getting off the nice, cool counter and walking around your kitchen. All you could remember from your phone call with Beth was that Leah’s name was mentioned a couple times. And in your brain, you just registered that Leah was coming. And where there was Leah, there were ham sandwiches. You went about your kitchen, drinking another cup of vodka and drunkily putting ham on a slab of bread.

Soon enough, you heard your doorbell ring. By that time, you had probably made 20 ham sandwiches… or whatever you called two pieces of bread with a singular slice of ham in it. You tripped towards your door and opened it. "Le- Beth?" You said. "Hey, darling." She said gently. "Where’s Leah?" You asked, moving aside to the brit and the dutch inside. "I told you she wasn’t coming, remember?" You thought hard. "Oh. Right. I remember." You slurred.

You did not.

"You guys can go. I’m sorry for calling you. I was just in a bad mood and. Well, yeah." You said, starting to walk over to your L shaped couch. You stumbled, making Viv, who was closest to you, catch you and hold you up by your elbow. "Let’s get you to the couch, okay?" She said gently, as Beth poured you a glass of water and dumped the rest of the vodka done the sink.

"Why are there so many ham sandwiches?" Beth asked, brining you a glass of water and sitting next to you. " As I said. I thought Leah was coming." You said, taking the water and sipping it. "And Leah needs 20 ham sandwiches?" Beth said, clearly just teasing.

However you were tired, and your love for Leah was getting painful. You hung your head, Beth watching you from the spot beside you, and Viv from her spot standing in front of you. You didn’t know how you started crying, but suddenly you had put down the water on your clear coffee table and your head was in your hands and you were sobbing. "Hey, hey there." Beth said, placing her hand on your back and rubbing it up and down. "Its- it’s so tiring. To love her, I mean." You hiccuped. "Because even if she managed to love me back, I don’t think I could let her. She’s just too good. And i’m too fucking broken." You ranted to Beth.

Beth knew not to say anything. She knew not to say things like 'no you aren’t' or 'it’ll be okay.' Instead, she gently guided your head to her lap, and stroked ur hair. Eventually, you started to feel yourself doze off. "You guys can go." You mumbled. "Not a chance in hell." Viv said quickly, making her girlfriend smile at her. "Okay. You guys can take the guest bedroom. I’m gonna stay here." You said sleepily, sitting up to let Beth free. "I have training at 10:00 tomorrow. What time do you guys have it?" You asked. "9:00. We’ll be out of here by 7:30." Beth said, kissing the top of your head. "Goodnight." Viv said. "Goodnight. Oh and guys. Don’t tell Leah about any of this."

The next morning.

You woke up on the couch, the London morning light pouring into your apartment. You patted the couch for your phone, finding it under your back. You grabbed it and opened it, seeing the time: 7:55, and a bunch of missed texts and calls from the woman that made you a mess last night. You looked at the texts she sent. They were a mix of 'where are you?', 'are you okay?', ‘please answer me', ‘you’re scaring me y/n'

You groaned loudly, sitting up and holding your head due to the mighty hangover you were experiencing. Training was going to be fun.

You debated whether or not to call Leah, but you ended up just sending her a text.

all good, just a rough night.

You texted her. Immediately, a bubble appeared on the screen.

don’t do that again.

"What? Get blackout drunk and cry because of how much I love you, i’ll try my best." You muttered to yourself.

You stood up and walked to your washroom. You turned on the shower and undressed, not waiting for the water to heat up before walking into it. You needed to get the smell of sweat, alcohol and ham off of you.

After showering, you got dressed in your kit and put your tracksuit over before making yourself eggs and sausages with fruit. You made a coffee, ate quickly and left the house at 9:00. The drive to Cobham was only 10 minutes long, but you left early anyways, wanting to get out of your house.

You were the first at Cobham, traffic was bad so you got there at 9:25. You walked into the facility, happy that the cameras weren’t there yet. You were an overthinker, and in your mind, if the cameras were there they would film you, and they would be able to capture your exhausted and hungover appearance, and then Leah would see it, and fans would see it and say you didn’t care about Chelsea. So instead of overthinking, you put your bag down in the locker room, put on your socks and your cleats and walked out onto the field. A few trainers were there, setting up drills, but they simply smiled at you and let you do your own thing. You did keep ups, but eventually ended up doing what was most therapeutic to you. Shooting.

The practice went by slowly. You tried not to seem as though you had drunken half a bottle of vodka, but most of the players could tell you were out of it. When training ended, you walked to your car but before you got in, you felt a tap on your shoulder. You turned around to see your captain standing there. "Hey Magda." You said, closing your car door and leaning up against it. "Hey. Listen, i’m not mad at you. But we have a big game tomorrow. And you can’t… we’ll you can’t come to the game how you came to training today. I don’t know what’s going on with you- and i’m here if you need to talk- but you need to fix it." Magda said. You watched her for a second, but nodded. "I know. And I’m sorry. It was a bad night and I made a bad decision. I promise that i’ll come to the game tomorrow more awake then ever." You told her. "I know you will." She walked over to her car, and Pernille smiled at you. Eventually you climbed into your own car, and went home.

The next day.

All your team was warming up outside. So was the Arsenal team. Meanwhile, you stood in the tunnel, watching them. You realized now that you fear of seeing Leah, or more, of Leah seeing you would have been more easily avoided if you had gone out in a big ground. Instead, you would be walking out onto the field by yourself, for all the Chelsea fans to scream your name, for all the Gunners to turn their heads and watch you.

You had kept your promise to Magda and stayed sober, so you were asking yourself why you felt even more hungover than yesterday. However, you started walking onto the field. The second you came into sight, the Chelsea fans started cheering. You were a loved player in the Blues squad, and it was obvious. You felt the Arsenals eyes on you, but you didn’t stare back. Instead, you picked up your pace and jogged over to the girls who were stretching.

"Hey. We were wondering where you were." Sam said. "All good. Just needed to go to the washroom." You answered.

Soon enough it was time to go back to the locker room, you were the last in, having talked to Emma about the game plan quickly. "Hey." A voice said as you entered the tunnel. "Shit!" You yelled, jumping. Your face turned to stone when you saw Leah standing there. "Cant talk right now. Game. Go to your locker room, Lee." You said, starting to walk. "No." Leah grabbed a hold of your arm. "What happened two nights ago?" She asked. "Nothing you need to worry yourself with. Especially before we play each other." You said, looking at her and gently using your free hand to untwine her hand from your arm. "Please Leah." You pleased with her. "Can we grab a coffee after the game?" Leah asked, giving you puppy dog eyes.

You thought for a second. "Okay."

Both teams lined up in the tunnel and then walked out. The game was good. It was fast paced, rough, and a lot of fun. But it ended in a 2-2 tie. You were very annoyed, but you sucked it up and signed things, took pictures, talked with fans and then left to go back to the changing room. Despite the score, Emma was very pleased, a tie was good for us, and less good for Arsenal who really needed the win.

You showered, put on your tracksuit and hurried out of the changing room. You left the complex, signing more autographs and taking more pictures as you walked out. Eventually, you made it to your car where Leah was standing. "Didn’t think you could get away from me? Would you?" She asked. "Didn’t think so. But I hoped." You said honestly.

You opened the door for her and let her into the passengers seat, knowing very well you were being recorded by fans.

But you didn’t care. And neither did Leah. No matter who she was with, people though they were dating. So, you drove in silence for a while towards your house. You had agreed to for for coffee, but you both knew that wasn’t what you wanted. You wanted to maybe, talk a little. And definitely, well…

"Y/n I need you to tell me what happened. Why did you call Beth, and why did her and Viv leave?" Leah asked. "I don’t even know why you know there’s a situation, I asked Beth not to say anything." You said, keeping your eyes on the road. "All the arsenal girls were there when you called. We were playing games at Katie’s." Leah said hesitantly. "Oh. That’s why they were all looking at me like I was a broken glass." You said. "They weren’t."

"They were."

There was a moment of silence, broken by Leah. "You still have answered my question."

You were getting close to home now.

"Because i’m scared of you’ll look at me when I tell you." You responded. "Don’t say that. Don’t say I could ever look at you with anything but love." Leah said, not noticing that tears were now slipping down her cheeks. "Because if you say that then that’s just an insult to me." Leah said. "I called Beth because I was drunk. And because my heart was aching… for you, Leah. I broke down crying because of how in love with you I am."

You were now pulling up to your apartment. "And I called her because I wanted to call you. But if I called you, you would come over and I wouldn’t know how to keep my hands off you." You had now cut the engine, and you had turned to look at her. "And I didn’t want you to think that I only wanted you for your body. Because I want you for so much more than that. I want you for your jokes, and for your laugh, and for your smile and your sense of style. I want you for your ability with kids and yeah a little for your body because it’s a really good body but on that list it’s last." You said.

"Y/n… Ive always known you didn’t want me for my body. I just didn’t know if you wanted me at all." Leah said. You looked at her for a bit before opening the door and climbing out of the car. You circled the vehicle, coming to Leah’s side and opening it for her. "Let’s go inside." You said. You offered her your hand, which she took, and you held onto it even after helping her out of the car. Your heart was beating stupidly fast, but you held onto Leah’s hand, rubbing your thumb against the back of her hand. You used your key to enter the building and then walked up the stairs to the second floor. You walked down the hallway too appartement 207. You unlocked the door, having to let go of Leah’s hand, and then let her in. You quickly put down your keys and your back and took off your shoes. "Take off your shoes." You said to her, almost hungrily. Leah obeyed quickly, and you were ready to take control, but the second she turned around, it was obvious she had other ideas.

Sooner than you knew it, Leah had pushed you up against a wall and was slipping your shirt off. You immediately let her, enjoying the feeling of her hands roaming your skin. She attacked your neck, and sucked on a sensitive spot, making you moan loudly which only turned her on more. You felt her hands squeezing your ass and you wrapped your legs around her waist as she picked you up. You kept making out, stumbling blindly into the bedroom and giggling when she knocked into the doorframe.

Leah see you down on the bed, hovering over you. "Take your clothes off." You said. "Eager, are we?" She teased. "I’m way past lying. I’m fucking eager." You said. You flipped your positions, gently taking her shirt off and trailing kisses up her toned stomach. You reached her sports bra and slipped a finger under. "Is this okay?" You asked, making eye contact with her ocean eyes. "Just fuck me." She answered. That was your go. You pulled her bra off, exhaling at the sight of her tits. You made a show of taking off your bra yourself, slipping it off while hovering over her, resting on your knees, one of your legs on each side of her body. "You’re beautiful." She said.

You smirked at her and bent down, using one hand to twist Leah’s nipple between your thumb and index, and attacking her other one with your tongue. You sucked on it and swiveled your tongue around the pink skin until they were both hard. You then moved downwards, pulling off her shorts.

You started by touching her through her underwear, feeling her wet pussy. "You got so wet, so quick." You teased her. You rubbed her clit through the fabric, sending shivers up Leah’s spine and making her cry your name. "You ready?" You asked. "Yeah. Just… slowly. It’s been awhile."

You nodded and slipped off her underwear, admiring her glistening folds. You put your head between her legs, making out with her cunt and making the english woman scream with pleasure. You grazed your nails up and down her stomach as she squeezed her thighs against the side of your head. You kept working, slipping your tongue into her hole gently and then swiftly biting her sensitive clit lightly.

The sound of her moaning your name made you squeeze your own thighs together. Soon enough, Leah came and you licked up her juices, enjoying her sweetness. "Fingers?" You asked her, looking into her eyes. "Yeah." She said, the sight of her naked chest rising and falling was sending you over the edge and she hadn’t even touched you yet. You gently slipped your middle finger inside of her, making her yell. You worked fast, pumping your fingers in and out of her and praising her. She was shaking hard by the time she came on your fingers. She was shaking, but you were too. Your pussy was throbbing with want, with need. You sucked your fingers, looking into her eyes as you did it. She pulled your face down to hers, kissing you and tasting herself on your tongue. "Your shaking." She said heavily. "I’m fine." You lied. "Hush. I’ll make it all better." She said. That could have made you cum right then and there.

Leah flipped you around so that she was on top of you, making quick work of ditching your shorts and your underwear. "All this for me?" She asked, swiping her fingers through your folds and making you moan her name. "Shut up." You laughed. Leah pushed the pad of her thumb on your clit, having the effect of your screams filling the room. She moved her thumb in a circular motion, grazing her fingers on the inside of your thigh. Without warning, she pushed in two fingers, making you scream, she pumped in and out with two fingers, playing with your breast in her free hand. She hit your G spot every time, making your back arch off the bed. You came, your body shaking wildly, Leah’s name being screamed loudly and your needs satisfied beyond comprehension.

Leah passed her tongue over your pussy, and then came to lie down beside you. Your breathing was intense, and the bed covers had long fallen off the bed. You swung you leg over her hip, your naked body pressed against hers. It felt amazing, feeling her, having her knowing what kind of effect she had on you. "Thank you." You told her, placing your head on her chest. "For fucking you?" She laughed.

"No! Well… yes. But for being here. For being…" You started saying, but didn’t know how to end your sentence. "Yours?" Leah suggested.

You propped yourself up on your forearm. "Will you be? Mine. I mean." You asked her. "Only if we can do this more often." She said.

You laughed loudly and kissed her, lying down on top of her.

#woso fic #woso imagine #woso x reader #woso #arsenal fcw #chelsea fcw #leah williamson #katie mccabe #beth mead #lionesses #woso smut

[15-lizards]

so this must be a weird request, but i was thinking about myriah martell (daeron ii's wife) and her relationship with the targaryen court. i figured that, as naerys wasn't such a strong figure at court nor the most fashionable, during aegon iv's rule myriah would be the closest to a fashion icon/inspiration for daeron's faction, however, as a martell in a deeply anti-dorne with a racist father-by-law/king, her influence would probably be quite limited at the time of his reign, both in fashion and in politics. hopefully, if martin doesn't kill her in f&b2, how do you think her queenship would influence the fashion in court? if you have any ideas of how as princess of dragonstone she and her supporters would dress, i'd love to hear about them too! (sorry for the bad english, i am brazilian and am writing this at 3am during research for fanfic, so it's not my most cohesive moment)

I am so sorry this is so late dear I just noticed this while I’m clearing out my ask box

Okay side note so I’ve never been able to decide on one main inspiration for Dorne, and I really don’t want that to read as orientalist conglomeration of multiple middle eastern cultures. I just can’t decide which real-world culture works the best, so please let me know if anything I say comes off as orientalist bc I really don’t want to do that!

Okay all that being said: I feel like Pakistani and Indian fashions are the biggest inspos for this time period in particular. Unfortunately we don’t know much about Myriah’s personality, but she seemed to mesh well with Daeron, so I take that as her being a more moderate, calm personality. Dressing in clothes that were fitting for her station as a princess of Dorne with gold stitched silks etc. but still have some degree of modesty at the same time. Her and her ladies always wore a few layers over their gowns, and always had some sort of shawl or scarf with them. Despite their compliance to the standards of Kings Landing, Dornish fashions never caught on completely, though over the years the Dornish fashion began to change a bit, with fuller skirts and more fitted bodices, while the prominent women of the city began to wear layered gowns and have the edges of their clothing embroidered in gold

#asoiaf #asoiaf hair and clothing #it’s such a shame George just threw together like 10 vaguely similar middle eastern/south Asian cultures and called it dorne #bc I really can’t nail down any one real world inspiration

[ghastlytofu]

HEY ive seen talk here & there about how EA!wyll is way different from how he is now. can you tell me what the rewrite changed about his character, im so so curious

AAAHHHHH YES. So okay. I tried to break this down into more digestible pieces and I'm working almost entirely off my memory so please forgive (and for anyone who's reading and knows better, feel free to correct) any errors.

Wyll's story - originally Wyll was a son of house Eltan (relatively minor noble house compared to Ravengard but still very well-known, they founded the Flaming Fists). He was sent to the Fists as punishment for stealing (this was seemingly where his strained relationship with his father began, rather than the pact with Mizora - which came later rather than him defending Baldur's Gate at seventeen). Apparently he didn't excel there because in addition to the disastrous goblin attack that led him to treating with Mizora in the first place, one of the Flaming Fists talks shit about him when you meet her, the gobbos call him Captain Failure, etc.

Wyll's personality - he was quicker to anger, especially as it concerned goblins. His whole vendetta was against goblins: they killed people, stole his eye (and were HOLDING ONTO IT IN THE CAMP) rather than him losing it during the battle with the Cult of the Dragon. He was ready and willing to torture the goblins at the windmill on the off chance that they had intel on the one that took his eye, and when you met Spike Wyll would tadpole into your brain with an eager LET'S KILL THEM. His Blade of Frontiers persona was just a little more obviously put-on, like he was clinging to it out of insecurity.

EA Wyll was more prone to puns and saying weird shit than even his final release self (which is saying something bc Wyll as he is now loves puns & whimsy & being a huge cheeseball).

Wyll's romance - EA Wyll was willing to get physical sooner, even though Mizora's presence cast a dark cloud on the romance. She'd interrupt your moment of intimacy using Wyll's sending stone (though it's a bit ambiguous whether it's actually her or Wyll's conflicted feelings toward her that makes him hesitate). You can tell he's sort of playing the suave hero during the scene - "may I kiss you?", "where were we?", leaning in and smirking, the whole bit. You basically had the choice to 1) fuck him so good he forgot all about Mizora or 2) hold him through the night and just make him feel safe and protected, which surprises and pleases him - "I'm used to being the hero. Not so used to needing one."

Mizora - she was kidnapped by goblins in EA and that was her whole rescue mission, rather than being spirited away to Moonrise. Wyll in final release explicitly states that he's never slept with Mizora - "I'm really not that kind of man" - but in EA there was some indication that their relationship was physical, that he wanted her despite himself.

#hope this helps! #tackypies #asks #baldur's gate 3 #wyll ravengard #early access #baldur's gate 3 early access

[crypticjackal13]

Hey, i hope ur having a good day today! :] if its alr with u, can i request SWK x reader who is Pigsy's adopted daughter who Pigsy is very protective of since his daughter is rlly sweet -- especially when she's a very nice big sister to MK too? 🥺 Maybe SWK and s/o has been hiding their relationship to others bc they're not ready reveal their relationship yet, but one day, Pigsy found out? I feel like it'd be really funny considering Pigsy disliked this man's guts with a passion, and here he is,,,,,, dating his daughter 💀

You're so right, Oh my gosh-- Please enjoy!

"When Pigs Fly"(1083 wc)

Sun Wukong x Fem!Reader who is Pigsy's adopted daughter

Romantic oneshot

Pronouns: she her

CW: Pigsy himself is very stressful. That's all lmao

Hey, you at the rendezvous point?

Almost! Once the sign light goes off I’ll meet you in the alley.

Wukong was perched on the roof of the building that not only had MK’s apartment in it, but also Pigsy’s noodles. It’s where he had met y/n, his beloved girlfriend…but also Pigsy’s other adoptive child. She was much more kind and understanding towards him than her father, and also had the kind of energy to keep up with him. It’s why they connected so well!

The only problem was that there was definitely some bad blood between him and Pigsy, which led to the pair deciding to keep things on the down low until Wukong could try to get on Pigsy’s good side.

He snapped back into attention as he saw the pink glow of the shop’s sign go away. Several moments passed as he heard the door to the alley opened and a bag of trash was thrown into the dumpster. He made his move and landed in one of the darker spots.

“Who’s there?” Pigsy’s voice sounded. Wukong immediately turned himself into a bug and prayed that y/n was following behind her father.

“It’s probably one of the stray cats, dad. Chill!” Her voice came from inside the shop, catching the pig’s attention.

“You’re right, you’re right. The darn things have been destroying the trash bags lately.”

“Maybe if we set some food out for them…”

“No, then you’ll get attached. If you want to see some cats, go talk to Sandy.”

Wukong internally sighed. Couldn’t he go on a secret date in peace?!

“Either way, you head home. I’m gonna close up and then go on a walk.”

Finally.

“Alright, but be careful! And don’t talk to strangers!” He nagged her as he went back inside and shut the door. Again, Wukong waited, and then she appeared. Dressed casually enough that it could be work clothes, but still dressy enough to be ready for the date. She locked the door behind her and then looked around. She whistled the theme of “Monkey Cop”, which was their signal to each other when the coast was clear. Wukong got out from under the dumpster and transformed back into his regular form. His heart couldn’t help but skip a beat as she lit up upon seeing him.

“Hey peaches! I missed you!” He approached her and she hugged him, pecking his cheek.

“I missed you too. Are you ready to go?”

“Yup! Remember, we need to be back in an hour or so.”

“Yeah, yeah. C’mon, let’s go!” He took her hand and they hopped onto his nimbus cloud and zoomed off.

They got some takeout from some sushi restaurant and enjoyed it while sitting on the roof. They laughed, they talked, they kissed every now and then. Despite all the constraints, they both enjoyed these special moments together.

“We ought to get going.” She glanced at the clock on her cellphone and even though he hated this part he agreed.

Even with their strong connection and their perfectly healthy relationship, there was no way Pigsy would be okay with them dating. And yet they had been doing so right under his nose for a solid couple of months.

Reluctantly they got back on his cloud and headed back to the alleyway. They landed, and they thought it all was fine…

Until y/n made direct eye contact with her father.

While her arms were loosely wrapped around Wukong’s neck.

“Heyyyy…” she tried to play it all off, but didn’t move. She was stuck in place in fear.

“You—You and him-What the heck?!” He exclaimed. She practically jumped off the cloud and waved her hands.

“It’s not what it looks like!”

“Y/n l/n, you’d better give me a darn good reason to not ground you for life and YOU’D better give me a darn good reason not to beat the immortality out of you!” Pigsy shouted, pointing at y/n and Wukong respectively. They both looked at each other.

“Well, you see—“

“Uhm—“

Despite being alive for thousands of years, no amount of Buddhist teachings or demon fights could have prepared Wukong for how awkward this was. But he furrowed his brow, took one of y/n’s hands, and stood his ground.

“Listen, I know that you’ve got an idea of me that maybe isn’t super positive,” he started. He could feel how sweaty his palm was compared to y/n’s. “But I’m working on it! And y/n here has helped me with that, and she’s also dating me, uh…” he tried to keep the confidence he had when he had started speaking, but he could feel every bit of rage that was radiating off of Pigsy. Y/n squeezed his hand.

“He’s not perfect, but nobody is. If you got to know him, maybe you’d accept him and forgive him.” She finished, a strong determination in her eyes.

Gods, what did he do to deserve her?

Pigsy looked between the two of them multiple times as he processed all of what had been said. He finally pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed heavily. The other two held their breaths.

“This is gonna take a lot of getting used to…” he stepped toward them and they mutually wondered what was about to happen. But to their pleasant surprise, he held out his hand to Wukong. “But if you swear not to hurt her in any way, then I guess you two can be together.”

The way he said it was like he couldn’t believe he had to actually say it, like he couldn’t comprehend that this was happening in real time. But y/n beamed as she embraced her dad.

“Aw, thank you!! Thank you, thank you!”

“I promise I’ll never hurt her.” Wukong said, shaking the hand that was presented to him. He then stood back as Pigsy hugged his daughter back. Then he gave the slightest of nods to Wukong as he went back inside his own apartment. Y/n turned back to her boyfriend, before embracing him too. He started laughing in relief as he picked her up and spun her around.

“Well, expect to see a little more of me, sweetheart.” He winked, setting her down. She stood back a bit as he got back onto his cloud.

“I’ll be looking forward to it!”

And just like that, he was gone, and she was left with a very light feeling in her chest.

#lego monkie kid #lmk headcanon #lmk x reader #lmk #lego monkie kid headcanons #lego monkie kid x reader #romantic oneshot #sun wukong lmk #lmk wukong #sun wukong #wukong x reader #lmk monkey king x reader #monkey king x reader #monkey king

[sugarywishes]

How did the Aftons react to Evan's death via the bite?

About time I get an angsty question, let's dive right in!!

The Afton Family (we'll get into specifics in a minute)

- Well, it was a death in a established/popular entertainment location. Not to mention a gruesome death, so obviously everyone and their mother not only made several tabloids and news reports, they also interviewed/interrogated EVERYONE AT THE PARTY

- so what a joy it was to not only have the company's name slandered, but your family was constantly harrassed about the whole situation too!!

- Michael and Elizabeth's classmates would always ask them about the incident, to the point where William pulled them out of school for a while

- Their neighbors became extremely nosy abt it as well (asking about funeral plans, if they were gonna have Michael arrested etc) and the family itself was already pretty isolated, so they basically became antisocial afterwards and avoided talking to people

- I briefly mentioned this in the Charlie post, but William was kicked out of the company shortly afterwards (my version of Henry was originally kind of a self-centered, prideful man before Charlie...yk ☹) bc of the bad publicity towards him and the fact it was fucking up the business now (I'll list more reasons in a bit) so now the only friend the Aftons had was giving them the cold shoulder and cutting ties with them to avoid affiliations

Okay specifics time!! (This might be a long post so grab some 🍿)

Michael Afton (not the Michael color, I know, there's no gray!!)

- All Mikey wanted to do was just prank Evan, teach him a lesson for getting him in trouble more than usual.

- Nice going, Michael.

- Oh boy. This guy went to a literal state of shock (I'm talking HE FROZE IN FEAR KINDA SHOCK) as soon as Fredbear's jaw closed

- He didn't even manage to 'wake up' until they were already in the hospital (Lizzie dragged him there)

- and of course Mike was scared and remorseful, his prank was quite literally meant to be a funny haha moment which ended up as him technically becoming a murderer 😭😭

- He nearly vomited and passed out as soon as he heard Evan died

- When Michael returned to school, best believe he lost all his popularity, now everyone knew him as the guy who killed his brother (the other kids involved in the prank distanced themselves as far away from it as possible) and so he became a friendless outcast :(

- Even Jeremy stopped talking to him, mostly because of what Jeremy's mom said about them for clout

- which totally didn't help his now declining mental health

Elizabeth Afton

- Lizzie was actually hanging around the bathroom area talking with Charlie when the bite happened, she would've been too late to stop it anyway

- She literally lost her twin. It's not the best feeling in the world.

- Of course she felt terrible about the whole situation but also,,,a sense of liberation??

- like, the one person who stood in the way of her gaining her father's love is dead. Mike doesn't give 2 shits about Will, and Clara is already in a loveless relationship with him. So now it leaves her as his new favorite

- she surprisingly was able to move on faster than the rest of her family (at least on the outside, as I said she did lose her baby brother)

- but it's not a fun life afterwards, considering she no longer had friends at school now since Will pulled her out quickly (and plus, Henry started cutting ties with the Aftons so now she couldn't hang out with Charlie!!) And again, she started losing her mind just like the rest of the family

Clara Afton

- Girly was just tryna to find a camera in the car outside, she didn't see or hear the bite thankfully (she did have to see the image of her bleeding son being carried out by his father though)

- Evan's death is truly what got her motivated enough to actually start fighting against Will's constant mistreatment of her and the kids

- but of course that doesn't last long. (Guess who ends up in Ballora?)

- because of the news (and more specifically, one particular news article made by a Mrs. Helen Fitzgerald, mother of Jeremy Fitzgerald,,,👀) she was now labeled a neglectful, hosebag mom who was probably in it for those Afton bucks 💸 which ruined her relationship with her neighbors and friends

- Remember, EVERYONES reputation was terribly slandered by the bite (and by the media wanting to cause more drama)

- She was already a stressed out, meek person because of her marriage with William, she got a lot worse after her baby died

William Afton (his is the LONGEST sorry for the text walls)

- He was just about ready to carry out Evan's birthday cake as soon as he heard the screams of terror

- He reacted almost instantly. William is not a very physically strong looking man, but he is powerful enough to break a robot's jaw open.

- He pulled Evan's body out (as best as he could, he was rushing to save him so who knows if some...chunks were still left inside 🤢🤢 sorry for the mental image)

- He didn't acknowledge ANYONE else in the room. And he didn't even have the rest of his family get into the car, he placed Evan in the back with a blanket wrapped tightly around his head and drove off, leaving the rest of the family to find another way to the hospital

- but of course his efforts were all for nothing.

- Everyone kinda expected him to become deranged and violently (publicly) abusive but for a while he was just...numb. and detached from everyone and everything. He wouldn't talk to a single person and would isolate himself in his workshop/basement to grieve

- (he didn't even bother punishing Michael for the accident, which set off a lot of red flags for Mikey who knew that something would snap inside his father soon)

- His already inconsistent sanity started cracking when his name and family were considered pariahs now (thanks a lot Helen for further spreading rumors about them)

- it became even worse when Henry kicked him out (According to Henry's excuses, he knew Will was likely never going to recover from the bite so he might as well give him an 'early retirement')

- (Basically, Will wasn't coming to work at all and wasn't making them money, his damaged reputation would ruin the now shitty rep of the diner more, and bc of the Aftons now being associated with the words 'horrible' 'neglectful' and 'irresponsible' , Henry just decided to tie up loose ends and get rid of him to save face) (Remember that Henry was an asshole and only got to his redemption journey once his daughter died)

- So, great. But what's this?? The closed Fredbear's Family Diner Fredbear animatronic is acting?? Off?? Sort of seems...alive??? You bet it is!!

- And of course, we all know what happens from there.

Thanks for asking! If you want more just ask!!

#fnaf #five nights at freddy's #fnaf au #five nights at freddys #william afton #purple guy fnaf #Clara afton #mrs afton #mike Afton #Michael Afton #Elizabeth afton #lizzie afton #liz afton #the bite of 83 fnaf #Fredbear's family diner #henry emily #afton family #the afton family #hc #hcs #headcanons #headcanon #fnaf hc #fnaf hcs #fnaf headcanons #fnaf headcanon #the sugary wishes hcs list #jeremy fitzgerald #evan afton #crying child fnaf

[tojisbbygworl]

The Worst Mistake - Hobie Brown x Black! Reader pt. 3

Summary: He would have went to the moon and back if it meant she would forgive him. But all she wanted was for him to be there. So he went.

Tags: 3rd person, Bad break up/Good Make up, Hurt with looootsss of Comfort, Angst with a happy ending, Hobie and you need a HUG, Yearning, Established Relationship, Hobie and you are 21+, Hobie lives in Brooklyn, AU - No Powers, I forgot he was British

author's note: Okay I lied it’s actually not longer but anyway, here's the final part to the story. I really hoped you all enjoyed it! I only ask to read author's notes if it's important to the story, but I hope you guys take the time to read the ending note. You don't have to, but I would appreciate it.

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She still couldn’t believe what happened when she began walking home. She left his building in a rage which immediately subsided the moment she hit the street. Then came the tears.

The man she thought she would marry one day just dumped her. Where did it even go wrong? Was it bcs of how she acted? What just happened? She was so confused and heartbroken.

How could he do this to her? She loved him so much. She thought he loved her. No, he did love her. She knows he did. So…how?

Maybe she wasn’t as good of a girlfriend as she thought she was. No one is perfect, but she should have been better. It’s got to be because of the silent treatment she gave him that day. Now that she thinks about it, she was a bit mean. But, she was hurt. It’s hard to be anything but mad.

‘You know babe, you need to grow up a bit.’

Ugh. Why would he say that? Does he know how insecure she is about that? How much more mature and responsible she thinks he is? How she doubts whether she truly deserves him? She beats herself up over it everyday, good to know he thought the same of her.

He looked so sorry afterwards. He tried to apologize, he tried to hug her, or at least touch her arm. And he sounded even softer when he woke her up asking to get underneath her covers. But, she didn’t care. He didn’t care how it came out, why should she care how she reacts? That’s what she told herself. And now the love of her life is gone.

He thought he was trying to change her into something she’s not when he had every reason to want her to mature. They’ve been dating since they were teenagers and have known each other even longer. She could see his growth and he could see hers, he wanted her to do more. She understands that now. But fuck, she hated the way he told her.

It doesn’t matter now. He was gone. He didn’t want her anymore. She’s not the person he’s going to marry, right? She’s not the one.

But, something inside of her was telling her to try again. She should talk to him. It was the shrooms. It had to be. But, she fought the feeling, remembering how angry he looked and sounded after he kicked her out. ‘No. He doesn’t want to see me or talk to me.’

She ignored it all the way home, put on a smile as her father greeted her at the door, and then ignored it some more as she writhed around in her bed. She stared at the picture of the both of them on her screen. Was this a healthy reaction? To hold her phone to her face and weep about her love to the air? Who gives a fuck, she’s been destroyed.

At some point, she just couldn’t take the pain anymore. It had been only an hour and it felt like years. She asked him Are we really done?…he didn’t answer. It would be hard, but she had to try and go to sleep. Then tomorrow, she would head straight to his house.

She texted him one more time, put on a comfort show, and focused her attention on that. Don’t think about him. Don’t think about anything. Just…sleep.

~

Hobie was practically sprinting to her house.

She had sent the text a couple hours ago now and she wasn’t picking up the phone. He knew she fell asleep, and he hoped that her ringer was on and loud enough to wake her up.

She lived with her dad who had a house much like Miles’s. When he got there, he stood outside just calling her over and over again and watching her window. “Shit,” he cursed when she still didn’t pick up. He thought about knocking, but then he wondered if she came home crying and if she told her dad everything. His head would roll if that was the case.

After a few more minutes of debilitating, he musters up all the courage he can and knocks on the door. He braces himself upon it opening only to completely relax when he saw the smile on her dad’s face. “Ah, it’s metal head,” said the old man.

Hobie let out a sigh of relief. He used his nickname, which means he didn’t want to kill him. So she didn’t say anything when she got home? “H-Hey,” he stuttered.

Her dad acted like it was any other day that Hobie came over and stepped to the side to let him in. “How are you doing tonight?” He asks, walking back into his room.

“Oh,” Hobie answers, still in shock. “Pretty good. Need to talk to Y/N.”

“Well, I won’t keep you, you two have a good night.” With that, he walks down the hall. Hobie hears a door close.

He gulps. He wasn’t sure if her dad knew or not. But if he did, he’s a merciful saint.

He took his shoes off at the door and began walking down the hallway. He passes her father’s room, the guest room, the bathroom, until he slows to a stop right outside her bedroom door. Looking down at his shaking hands, he closes his eyes and swallows. Then, he quietly pushes the door open.

The room was pitch black save for her laptop playing her favorite show. She was fast asleep. Hobie quietly walked up next to her bed and admired her peaceful form before shaking her awake. “Baby…” he whispered.

When she opened her eyes she looked confused. Hobie took a small step backwards with his hand still held out in front of him. His heart began to run, worried that she would immediately kick him out. So before she could say anything, he tried to get his apology out. “I wanted to-”

But she didn’t do that. She didn’t yell or try to fight him. She didn’t even look upset. She smiled at him. She smiled. His voice died in his throat.

“Are you really here?” She asked. “Is this really happening?”

He nods. With a cracked whisper, “Yes.”

“We’re back together?”

Hobie blinks back tears. “Yes, baby.”

She smiled even more, and it’s the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen. “I’m so happy.”

He can’t take it anymore. She holds her arms out and he falls into them completely breaking down. His body is racked with sorrow that she could feel in her own chest. Hobie squeezes her tightly and digs his head into her shoulder soaking ig with his tears. “I’m sorry,” he cries. “I’m so sorry.”

“It’s okay,” she says, too happy to care about anything else except the fact that he was here. Just like she wanted. “I’m so happy.” And she repeats it over and over again.

“I’ll stay sober for the rest of my fucking life,” he promises. “I don’t care.”

“Are you staying over?” He nods. She gasps in excitement. “Then come lay down.”

Hobie takes off his socks and sheds his shirt to lay down with her. When he did, she pecked him on his lips and hopped up from the bed. He watched in amazement as she began tidying up her bed and room to make the sleepover more comfortable and enjoyable for the both of them. “You hungry? I can warm up something for us.”

All he could do was shake his head. She smiled at him and practically jumped onto the bed to cuddle up next to him. “I can’t believe you actually came.” She said. “I’m just so happy I don’t know what to do.”

Hobie was in utter disbelief at what was currently happening. He was waiting for the anger to come out. She was the most emotional person he knew. She fell asleep crying about him and woke up to him in her face about to beg for her forgiveness. Now she’s bubbly and giggling like he just bought her the moon. He probably will after this.

“I can’t believe…I can’t believe you’re not mad at me.” He admits.

She shrugs. “I love you. And I missed you.”

He started to tear up again. “I love you too. And I’m sorry.”

She kissed his forehead. “I already forgave you.”

Before he could start crying again, he pulled her close to him and kissed her sweetly. “I’m going to fucking marry you.”

She didn’t respond immediately. He caressed her cheek and looked her in the eye. “I’m going to say yes…” He kissed her again. “But, you have to understand Hobie.”

She choked on her words for a second and he anxiously waited for what she would say next. “Hobie…you broke my fucking heart.” He starts to cry again. “I don’t trust you right now. I don’t know when I will again.”

He doesn’t know if this makes him narcissistic, but his heart ripped to shreds after hearing that. He knew he destroyed your trust in him, he knew how badly he hurt you, but hearing you say it right now like this made it even more real. “I’ll make it up to you, I promise. No matter how long it takes.”

“I know you will,” she says again. What he did to have such a loving and understanding girlfriend…he didn’t know. But, he wasn’t letting her go after this.

The couple refused to let go of each other all night. They felt connected in a way they had never been before. Tonight, they saw how much they cared for one another and how badly they needed each other. Even though they were hurting, they wouldn’t rather be anywhere else but here, in each other’s arms.

Hobie knew that this wasn’t the end of their relationship problems. They still had a long way to go before they reached that goal, but that’s fine. He would wait a million years for her to trust him again. And she will, because he will never remake a mistake so stupid. They were end-game. He knew that now.

But, in the wee hours of the morning, when he thought she was asleep and he was awake watching the laptop thinking about everything he would do to make her happy for the rest of their lives, he heard soft sobbing. His arm that was wrapped around her body was moving up and down. He looked down at the body laying on his chest and focused in on the noise.

Her quiet wails coursed through his body down to his very soul. She gasped and stopped when he moved his hand to touch her face. He lifted her head up and saw her face streaming with tears. Her eyes bloodshot red.

“Baby I-” he started. But what could he say? Sorry? Again?

There was nothing either of them could say. She just needed him to hold her. So, she scooted up a bit more onto him and threw her head into his neck with her arms wrapped around him. He leaned his down into her and held her tighter than he’s ever held her before. The two cried silently, promising the other that they will never feel this way again. And they didn’t.

ending a/n: Thank you for reading. I'm kind of glad it's a bit lowkey compared to my other stories. It's very very personal to me as it's inspired by my actual break up/make up with my boyfriend irl which happened earlier this year. A few things are a bit different like the dialogue but approximately everything rly did happen. It hurt writing it, the first part specifically, and the second part was difficult and short since I can't really recall what he told me had happened when he went to his friend's house. And yes, his friend really did just talk about videogames while he suffered on the couch, and yes, he told him that he'll find someone else, lol.

I thought I would enjoy this third part a lot more but it was just as hard and hurtful. But I kind of liked it. Feels like therapy. I think I might write abt my love life in fanfiction some more cuz babEY ya girl has had it rough.

Anyway, I won't take up any more of your time. Thank you for reading, it means so much. I'll have more fics for y'all soon🩵

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[blingblong55]

confession:

A/N: I felt the need to confess since I think you should know more about the next cheating angst fic...

when I was a little bit younger, I dated a man in the Marines, shit was not cute, it was bad and awkward and overall it felt like a weird relationship. I made it clear that my priority is my education, friends, and then him. Told him that if he wasn't okay with it, I would understand if he didn't want to pursue a relationship with me and he said 'No, I understand and I still want to be your boyfriend.'

so we dated, and I did my best to give it my all even my free time, but my studies are important so...when shit hit the fan, I avoided him, I hate confrontation but this man harrassed me, and called me through random numbers.

I was so close to going with him to the military ball and I think a month before, he pulled me to the side, my best friend at a comfortable distance from us. To be honest, the way he stared at me reminded me of my father and then I had this feeling that this man could harm me, so I ended things with him.

A week later, one of my other friends, comes to me, (this part takes place a few days after Valentine's Day) She tells me that he gave her some stuff for Valentin Day, I was okay with it bc I trusted him yk, and then she tells me what he gifted her and my heart shattered. The fucker regifted my gift to him, all except a handwritten letter. In it, I thanked him for being patient, that I appreciated his love and how comfortable and secure I felt in the relationship.

a year ago, I met up with that girl, (stopped talking for some other stuff) she and I caught up, and she told me what lies he had to her about our reason for breaking up. She cried when I told her my side, I told her from the moment he and I dated to the downfall, and she confessed that he had been asking to meet up to hook up, she said no bc he dated her friend (me). I showed her proof that what I was saying was not a lie and she showed me her phone. This man texted her saying he was single, all when he called me his love.

Anyway, when we broke up, I was painted as the bad guy. Come to find out, this fucking man, a week after our break up he dates another girl. 3 months later, he's engaged and I was barely moving on. This was around 2019 and I know I was a little young to be dating a man like him but I was a fool and was clearly blindsided by the age gap. Harry styles released his album, all as my life went to shit and then, when I was around town, I see him, my phone fucking plays cherry and I walk away crying

so...expect full emotional angst cheating with some cod character. Who, you may ask, idk yet

#kasper writes

[lunalikestowriteanddraw]

Okay, so I was looking at Fjord and Jesters relationship on the wiki (bc I’m a psychopath that likes to know things), and I got to the trivia part, and I didn’t know that Travis initially didn’t want to roleplay romance. I just found the whole “cat and mouse” chase with Jester and Fjord funny since Laura and Travis are married irl.

(extremely minor campaign 2 spoilers below the cut)

And apparently after Fjord confessed his feelings to Jester, Travis hid his face in his hands???? Like???? I am squealing at 1am rn???? Over a grown man????? Being very adorable????

And the fact that his favorite moment from campaign 2 is asking his wife (in character) if he could kiss her????? And she confirmed that she had never seen him blush so much beforehand???? I’m literally crying????? This is so fucking cute?????

This man is literally old enough to be my father????? And yet I’m over here acting like he’s some cute puppy???? Doing something adorable????? Please help??????

#it’s literally 1am rn #and I’m crying and squealing bc a celebrity is being very cute with his wife #what has my life come to #travis willingham #laura bailey #critical role campaign 2 #critical role #fjord tusktooth #fjord cr #critical role fjord #jester lavorre #jester critical role #why is he so fucking cute #bro is like a golden retriever I swear #he’s so adorable

[thequiver]

I'm a bug fan of your Revenant series! It's such a cool team 😁

One thing that struck me was that on learning the shadow king was back Lorna specifically asked for her brother and shot down seeing her father. She was even reluctant to tell Wanda what was happening until Pietro convinced her.

What was going on in her head at that moment and how do you feel about her respective relationships with her father and siblings (In the story and in cannon)

YESSSSSSSS I’ve been waiting for someone to ask this 🥰🥰🥰also thank you so much for enjoying Revenant, I have literally so much more of it to write (you have no idea this has gotten way out of control, this entire AU was created for a silly oneshot TerryLorna idea I had and I am STILL NOT EVEN AT A PLACE WHERE I CAN WRITE THE TERRYLORNA)....anyway this is about to be word vomit bc I have a LOT of thoughts

Okay so one of the big things here is that Lorna and Pietro have both had pivotal moments in their stories where they were mind controlled and made to do things that hurt people they cared about and neither of them really ever got a whole lot of support in recovering from that. And Pietro is, for all his faults, incredibly protective and incredibly loving of his sisters and while Lorna has spent a LOT of time pushing back against that protectiveness because she really and truly can handle herself and she and Pietro don't have that kind of history where he's seen her almost burned at the stake etc etc.... this is a moment where she wants someone to be ride or die in her corner and to be ride or die in her corner after it's all said and done even if she is controlled again...... and Pietro's fatal flaw is loyalty. She wanted someone who would come in and try to make it better even though there was nothing they could do, and she knew that if she called Pietro would come running. It's more an act of desperation than of familial love? But it's something that's really going to set the stage as the story progresses for how their relationship is going to evolve. We also know that Lorna is very afraid of seeming weak in front of her father- he has these grand expectations of her and when she doesn't meet his impossible standards she cracks under that weight and for as much as I love Erik and as much as I appreciate the steps he's taken to repair his relationship with her, being his daughter is not easy. And with Wanda, they arguably have the easier relationship within this group of siblings, where it really has become more genuinely sisterly and almost...dare I say? normal? But Wanda isn't really involved in X-Men stuff and hasn't really been to any grand extent barring her intro and M-Day (and much more recently Trial of Magneto)- her very presence on Krakoa is enough to inspire hatred and anger, with the Shadow King there Wanda as a first choice is probably not smart, and Wanda herself has so much baggage with mutantkind thanks to M-Day that it puts her in a weird position too.

I'm playing a lot with Wanda, Lorna, and Pietro's relationships with each other and with their father. I feel like Pietro is very underutilized and that he's not taken seriously by writers or by fans and so I really wanted to build on this Lorna-Pietro relationship that was starting to get established in All New X-Factor and to really kind of I guess force my readers to remember that Pietro isn't a bad guy? Which sounds stupid bc he's a hero but like people don't read for Pietro and take wildly ooc shit as fact. Like it's important to me that my readers know that it was Pietro who pushed for he and Wanda to leave the Brotherhood, and that Pietro tries so so so hard for his family and just wants to keep his sisters and daughter safe and that like he is a victim of much of the same trauma as Wanda and he's allowed to have responses to it without being whiny or having to get over it (no matter what Wanda said in Quicksilver: No Surrender).

But yeah, I have lots of Revenant thoughts, and feel free to dm me or send me asks about it anytime I love talking about it!

[babyjakes]

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event | whumptember 2022

prompt | being protected

pairing | bf!ari levinson x reader

warnings | i wrote this while thinking about matilda by harry styles so automatically it's gonna be emo asf, reader has an emotionally abusive family (focus on father bc same <333), protective!!!!!ari, ari and reader’s dad face off a little, this is just me healing my inner child okay no big deal

word count | 898

i am just thinking about. this song. and like living it through dating ari basically.

maybe reader and ari have been dating for a while. and ari has come to understand the circumstances of her family life and how her childhood was. he is treating her different in every way from the abuse she endured and little by little she’s learning to love and trust with a safe partner that would never be so cruel and heartless to her.

she maintains a relationship with her family (her parents mainly) bc it’s the easiest way to keep the peace. ari supports her in this and knows it’s a complex decision to make. he would never want her to feel forced to cut them off by him, as he believes everything should be in her control and what she’s comfortable with. he knows trauma bonds can be complicated and that even though they’ve been horrible to her, reader does love them in the ways she’s learned to.

maybe there are minor conflicts or hiccups as time goes on but reader is mostly so distanced from them that she can just take space where she needs it and nothing ever becomes too much.

until a family gathering one evening when things end up finally going too far.

ari’s along with reader to visit her parents’ house, maybe her siblings are there as well and they’re all talking over dinner. the small talk is easy enough to navigate most of the time so it starts out civil and almost pleasant. but maybe reader’s father eventually starts going down a mean road, starting to pick on reader and criticize her, embarrassing her even.

ari’s face is stiffening as everyone but the two of them laugh. reader’s right next to him, her head hanging low in humiliation. he hates seeing how they treat her and how she sort of collapses into herself, not wanting to draw any more attention by calling out the harassment or defending herself. images flash in his head of pictures he’s seen of her when she was a little girl, so helpless against her abusers. it makes his blood boil to know she must be feeling so small still inside, so defenseless.

ari tries to shoot her father a look but maybe that only encourages him further and he says some really horrible, nasty things. aiming at her biggest insecurities, the places he knows will hurt most. as her father, he has the unfortunate privilege of knowing exactly how to break her down. and after one particularly despicable jab, ari’s had it.

his silverware rattles sharply against the table as it’s dropped. he rises to his feet and pushes his chair back out behind him with his legs. “that’s enough.”

reader is now looking up at her boyfriend with the biggest eyes, shocked and a little terrified; she’s never seen anyone stand up to her father before

the room is silent. no one knows what to do or say, not even reader’s loud-mouthed father himself

after a few moments the older man clears his throat and replies darkly, “excuse you, son?”

(but like let’s be real ari is bigger and stronger and just overall more beefy than him like if they were to fight… that would be really stupid on the old man’s part to accept such a challenge lol)

“i said, that’s enough. i won’t let you speak to her that way, not for another minute. how dare you? she drives halfway across the state twice a month to see you and keep the peace in the family, and this is what she gets? you don’t deserve her. and you won’t speak to her that way anymore; do you understand me?”

ari’s reaching down and taking her hand softly, his piercing gaze not leaving the man across the table for even a second. maybe the father curses and decides to stand up as well, starting off on some piss poor response, “you’re awfully bold, you son of a bitch. why i outta-” maybe he even makes the mistake of raising a hand at ari, and that’s when the devil really goes off in his eyes.

“i wouldn’t do that, if i were you,” he speaks so lowly, barely above a whisper but the room is dead silent so everyone can hear him. then he turns to reader, his voice much softer as he says, “c’mon, honey. we’re going home”

they walk out together, and no one dares to follow after them. when they reach the car at the end of the drive, ari pauses to hold reader’s hands in his own as he stands with just a few feet between them. it’s dark out but they can just make out the outlines of each other’s faces. reader’s eyes are full of tears. ari cups her cheeks and whispers through tears of his own, “i love you. i will never let them hurt you again.”

there’s a long way to go. i don’t believe that time would change your mind. in other words i know they won’t hurt you anymore as long as you can let them go.

you can let it go. you can throw a party full of everyone you know. you can start a family who will always show you love. you don’t have to be sorry, no.

my therapist will be hearing about this one 👍

#eun's writing #whumptember 2022 #ari levinson #ari levinson fanfiction #ari levinson x reader #ari levinson x y/n #ari levinson angst #ari levinson fluff #hurt/comfort #ari levinson one shot #ari levinson imagine #ari levinson headcanon #ari levinson blurb #ari levinson drabble #the red sea diving resort #chris evans #chris evans fanfiction

[caffiene-fueled-fuckery]

I just read your post about attachment styles and love it, but I'm curious about when the stuff about Mulcahy is mentioned in the series. I'm a bit obsessed with him and I really want to know when this will come up. I'm only in season six, but I've already heard spoilers galore, however I hadn't heard about this yet

Hi!! So… This ended up being a lot lot longer than I meant it to be because I just ended up rambling about some specific things and how they relate to attachment theory but I promise there’s examples and episode names and such in here so please bare with me. Also, in case you don’t read this all the way through lmao, feel free to dm me or whatever bc I am also obsessed with him if you can’t tell by my blog and I’d love to talk about this more. There’s a lot more examples of this stuff or just moments that you might enjoy that I don’t mention here so if you want more stuff or just to like chat about it feel free :))

My ramble about Father Mulcahy and his attachment issues (lmao) is below the cut!

Omg okay so a lot of this is reading between the lines/subtext type stuff. But there is some stuff that’s talked about! There an episode later on… I think it’s in season 10, called “Heroes.” Basically it’s about a fighter (I’m assuming a boxer but I don’t know for sure), who comes to visit the 4077th but he ends up having a stroke. The guy was a real asshole but Mulcahy seemed to worship him and got testy whenever anyone said anything about it, likely because later in the episode he says he only ever had two heroes in his life, that guy, and Plato. There’s a scene with Mulcahy near the end in post-op, and he’s alone with the fighter and tells him about the hero thing. He was talking about how he liked Plato’s “Ideal Plane” because his own life wasn’t ideal. He said he was small with thick glasses and was an easy target for other kids and he never even tried to fight back. But when he was… 12, I think? Something like that, he said his father dragged him to his first fight and he watched the guy who had the stroke fight another guy. By the end the other guy was really hurt and the fighter was just wailing on him, and Mulcahy said that everyone around him was telling the fighter to end it, and his dad was one of the loudest. But the fighter took a step back and told the ref to stop the fight because the other man was already hurt badly enough. Apparently that’s the first time Mulcahy realized he could defend himself without giving up his principles. Maybe by itself that doesn’t say much for attachment, but it got me thinking… He clearly was getting picked on by other kids all the time, beat up and thrown around and whatnot. I don’t remember when he says but I believe at some point he says that both his parents drank. That’s the only time I remember his talking about his father, and it’s about him loudly yelling for the guy to get this shit beat out of him. Doesn’t give a great impression, does it?

Another time was during one of the interview episodes when the reporter asks him if he wants to say hello to his family back home. Everyone else says hi to specific people, but Mulcahy just gives a half-hearted hello. The only person he corresponds with from home as far as we know is his sister Kathy. He seems very fond of her, and I have my own headcanons about their relationship and childhood and whatnot, but we know at least that he loves Kathy. But why is she the only one he ever talks to or about? Likely he doesn’t have a good relationship with his parents. And once he mentions having brothers, as he had to share a bed with them growing up, but he never talks about them either.

On that same note… Philadelphia isn’t a great area. And based on the comment about the bed and other things he’s said here and there, it seemed liked he grew up in poverty. That puts a lot of strain on someone, and especially familial relationships. There’s issues of food insecurity, lack of safety, living in likely a very small space given having to share a bed… and I’ll elaborate a bit more on this later but it seems like his parents were potentially abusive. Feeling unsafe growing up and especially like your caregivers can’t or are unwilling to protect you (or are the ones causing the harm) can affect your attachment relationships for the rest of your life.

Omg this is such a rant I’m so sorry. I have more.

I think it’s in season 2 or 3, there’s an episode where Henry and Mulcahy get trapped in the bombed out latrine. Maybe you remember it? They pull Mulcahy out and he’s dazed, potentially in shock, and doesn’t really know what’s going on. But he’s telling a story about himself and presumably Kathy, where she wanted to take apples from the yard or something and make apple pie because she learned how in the Girl Scouts. They made the pie and ate it before dinner or something and their mother came in and was like “what the hell is going on,” or something. He looks at Klinger (who is in a dress) and says it’s the first time he ever heard her swear. Presumably she was mad, which I mean makes sense if your kids made and ate a whole pie before dinner but he doesn’t go into much detail about it. This by itself wouldn’t have piqued my interest much, HOWEVER. This is a spoiler, but you said you don’t mind spoilers so… I’m just gunna go on with it. In the finale, Mulcahy loses his hearing. In AfterMASH (yes, I know a lot of people don’t consider it canon but it’s Mulcahy gold for me okay so hear me out), he turns to alcohol to cope with basically having nowhere to go and no job, and Kathy calls Potter to help him because he’s depressed, an alcoholic, etc etc. Potter got him in for a surgery to restore his hearing (I’m a bit salty about how this happened and all but it’s the next part that’s relavant). After the surgery, when he’s all loopy from anesthesia, there’s an inner monologue about his parents and some other things. He’s apologizing to his parents for something, I don’t remember what, and then wonders if someone (a she, but I can’t figure out who he’s talking about) hit him because of the drinking. But the past and present seem all mottled… I can’t really make sense of a lot of it. There’s something in there about someone being so angry when the bomb went off and he went deaf and he’s apologizing to his parents for going deaf (well actually he says he hopes they aren’t angry, he wasn’t supposed to be on the back of a street car but why are there bombs on streetcars anyway). It was a whole thing. But it just made me think like that’s twice now that the first thing he thought of when he was loopy af was his parents being angry… and that just doesn’t sit right with me. Maybe it’s the psych major in me but it doesn’t… it feels off.

Long story short… he’s got some sort of insecure attachment. There’s the main theory of attachment by Bowlby and Ainsworth, but there’s also so many bits that build off of this, such as splitting avoidant attachment into fearful and dismissing, all of which is based on interpersonal models and the scales of view of self and view of other, etc etc. I don’t know exactly which category he’d fit into because some of his hesitancy/not getting close to people is because of his job, right? But I definitely think it’s not all that.

You don’t often see him reach out for help. Securely attached people reach out for help when they need it and seek proximity to attachment figures when distressed/ill/etc, even in adulthood. Mulcahy doesn’t do that, except to Kathy. The odd time he’s told Potter he feels useless and there’s a whole plot line about that (Dear Sis is the episode, it’s my fav episode of the series, in season 10), and he doesn’t feel like he’s any good for anything if he’s not needed or helping others. That could come from needing to please people (like his parents) to avoid being punished or because he had to help raise his siblings bc his parents were absent/neglectful/abusive/etc. Again we don’t know much about his family, but the snippets you get here and there aren’t great. Anyway my point here was that Mulcahy typically only seeks advice/comfort from very select people (Kathy, Hawkeye) and always seeks to please. Always. He’s also always looking for some sort of validation, likely because he has a negative self-view and anxious attachment and needs that confirmation that he’s doing okay and is actually useful.

I… I have so much to say about him. And his attachment issues. I created a mash oc that initially was supposed to be his best friend and as I was going along with it I was like “oh my god he’s so insecure in his attachment” and just like…he’s always the one taking care of others but never lets anyone help him (ex. The hepatitis episode). And again some of that is his vocation… but what drew him to that vocation in the first place?

No matter what attachment style you have or who you are or what your job is, humans need attachment figures in their lives. Some people deny it, some people are scared to be vulnerable, but whether they realize it or not attachment figures and the attachment network are necessary to be healthy. That’s why the attachment system exists in the first place, to provide us with a feeling of safety and security.

I could literally ramble about this for forever. I have notes actually from class today that made me think about this even more so I could probably make this a bit more coherent if I looked at them… maybe I’ll do that another time. Idk.

#mash #m*a*s*h #father mulcahy #attachment issues #attachment theory #emm rambles

[gemini-sensei]

Wanna Hear You | Hawk Moskowitz Chubby!LaRusso!Reader

Fem!Shy!Reader - Part of the What the Hell is Going On? Series (bc I guess it's a lil series now) - Y/N used - Smut Blurb

Find the req for this here and thank you @sensei-venus for the idea 😈 I love it (unedited)

They'd learned their lesson: no making out when it wasn't guaranteed they were totally alone and definitely not at the dojo. So Hawk took Y/N to one of the only other places he knew they could be alone for a while and Sensei Lawrence wouldn't make a competition of their relationship; his house.

It was easy and maybe should have been their first choice, but hindsight is 20/20. No one was going to bother them there and they could do whatever they wanted. And recently, they've been wanting to get a little more handsy with each other, at least Hawk did, but they never had the chance.

Now they had it.

While they'd been enjoying a movie, it was abandoned halfway through to make out on Hawk's bed instead. Y/N's arms were wrapped around him, pulling him into her feverishly with a hand on the back of his neck while his hands gliding over her waist held her back. They didn't change positions from their previous cuddling, too interested in each other and finally having a moment's peace to enjoy one another's company like they'd like to.

Then his hand that was squeezing her soft waist began to slid lower. She expected him to grab her ass like he usually did, because he liked it so much when she yelped in surprise and also because "it's so fucking tempting." However, his fingers danced along the waistband of her shorts, tickling her hip to her belly. Instead of making her giggle, it gave her butterflies.

She pulled away from his lips and looked at him, panting softly as her nerves got the better of her. "Wh-what are you doing?"

"Nothing if you don't want me to," he told her, making her feel a little better. He placed his hand on her hip and squeezed it gently, pulling her close to him. "I just wanna make you feel good, if you'll let me... if you want that."

They had done some grinding while making out and a little groping here and there, but nothing ever got past that. Their clothes always stayed on, never coming very close to coming off. If they had gotten an inch ahead, it was taken by someone interrupting them. So it would please her father that they had never actually done anything.

Y/N had never done anything period.

It made her stomach knot up because Hawk was so confident. He'd had a girlfriend or two before her. Meanwhile, he was her first serious boyfriend and she was scared to screw it all up. What if I mess up somehow? What if I'm bad? What if-

Her head was full of what if's buzzing around like bees. However, despite her nerves, she couldn't deny she wanted him, in any way he would give himself to her.

So she nodded gently, because he'd never made her feel like she had to perform for him or that he needed sex from her. And the way he said it, "I just wanna make you feel good," made the butterflies in her belly flutter in a good way. She squeezed her thighs together. "Y-yeah, I want that."

He smiled and slid his hand to the front of her jean shorts, using one hand to undo them and slowly pulled the zipper down. He stared into her pretty eyes the whole time, taking things slow in case she changed her mind. "You just let me know if you want me to stop or if it hurts."

"What- what are you gonna do?" she asked, cursing herself for stuttering so much. But she couldn't help it. Her face was hot and her nerves were on edge all because this was new.

He pushed his hand into her shorts and ran his fingers over her panties. "I'm gonna finger you, if that's okay."

She nodded again and he grinned. Then he gently guided her to lay on her back and he kissed her. He wanted her to relax and let him take care of her, make her feel pleasure. He knew this was her first time getting sexual with anyone, so he was going to make it a great first experience for her. He didn't want her to worry about anything, so when she spread her legs to give him room to touch her, he knew he was doing it right.

He ran his finger over her clothed pussy, feeling a small wet spot beginning to form. He pressed his fingertip into it, making her squeak, and he chuckled against her lips. He teased her over her panties as they made out, taking things nice and easy. Then he pushed her shorts down her legs and she helped take them off.

He looked at her, taking her in as she laid beside him. Swollen lips, innocent eyes, partially nude with her panties stuck to her wet folds. He played with the waistband of her panties, teasing her for a moment until she squirmed, then he starts pushing them off. He could smell her arousal, feel it as he cupped her hot sex.

He dipped his head into her neck and started planting kissed upon her skin as he ran hisnfingers through her folds. He spread her open with two fingers and listened to the small sounds she made in the back of her throat. As her slick collected on his fingers, he used it to wet her folds. His fingers dragged up and down her slit until he brought them up and found her clit.

She gasped as he flicked it, which was how he knew he'd found it. He smirked and brought his lips up to her ear. "That's it, isn't it?"

"Eli," she whines softly. "Please..."

He couldn't deny her, so he used two fingers to rub circles into her clit. She let out a startled, pleased moan at first, but every one that followed was soft and muffled. They came from the back of her throat and were hard to hear despite being right beside her. It was strange to him, but thought she just needed a little more pleasure. So he latched onto the sensitive spot that was on the side of her neck and started sucking on it, but nothing changed.

He pulled back after a moment and looked at her, finding her lip caught between her teeth. He slowed his moments to a stop and she whimpered, looking at him. He leaned down to kiss her and she was receptive, kissing him hungrily and letting out small moans.

When he pulled away, he rested his forehead to hers as his fingers slipped down to her slit. "I wanna heat you, Y/N. You don't have to hold anything in. It's just you and me, baby."

Then he pushed a finger into her and she moaned. Her hole was tight around just one of his fingers and he couldn't wait to stretch her out on more of them. He watched her face as she got used to the feeling as he slowly pulled it out and pushed it back in, easing her into it. She was still moaning softly, but no longer trying to hold them back, and he smiled.

Eli worked up to a faster pace, one that was still easy with her but would feel good. When she was ready, he pushed a second finger into her and watched her mouth fall open with a loud moan. Her hips were gently moving with his fingers, unsteady and uncertain of what she was doing, but it was okay. As time went on, she'd figure it out, he was sure of it. And he'd help her if she'd like him to.

"Fuck, you're so pretty," he told her, kissing along her jaw. He mumbled against her skin as she continued to moan. "I just wanna watch you fall apart on my fingers."

His thumb lightly ghosted over her clit and her hips jolted up. He continued to finger fuck her pretty hole while giving the swollen nub more stimulation, eventually leading him to rubbing litting patterns into it. She got more vocal as he went on, telling him to please not stop.

"Does it feel good?" he asked. She nodded and he grunted. "Tell me about it, baby. Tell me about how good I'm making you feel."

"So good," she whined. Her eyes were in him, hazy with lust and pleasure. "It feels so so good!."

"I know. You're so tight around my fingers, and the wet smack of this pussy," he grunted, going quiet so she could hear how wet she was. His hand was already messy from her pussy juice and he was loving it. "So fucking wet for me."

She nodded, sighing and moaning blissfully. "All for you."

"Yeah? Does that mean you're gonna come for me, too?"

"Yes!" she moaned suddenly, his fingers hitting the spongy spot in her cunt. Her hips lifted off of the bed and he continued to hit that spot. "Yes! Yes! Yes!"

Her velvet walls clenched around his fingers and he shoved them into her, fluttering them as she started to fall down that cliff. She came around his fingers hard, warm cream coating his digits as she cried out for him. He could only watch with pride as he knew he'd succeeded in what he wanted to do, her moans of his name going straight to his ego.

When pulled his hand away, it was drippy with slick and her cum. He brought his fingers to his mouth and lapped up some of the mess before shoving them into his mouth. He hummed at the taste of her, fucking his fingers between his lips as he sucked her cum off of them. He pulled them put with a wet smack and heavy panting.

He looked at her, but she was already watching him. She was flustered, trying to catch her breath chest heaving, still coming down from her high. He smirked as their eyes met.

"That was only the beginning, baby."

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[cup1dvalenl1na]

Ok so, strange request. Headcanons for Meister Maka with a weapon gn s/o

(blatantly assuming that either soul doesn’t existence or her never meet Maka)

If the request match up too well then you could make s/o’s weapon form a scythe too.

I WOULD LOVE TO!

(Lowkey my reaction to my first request)

ANYWAYS LET'S START! (Prolouge, ⬇️)

So Maka, we all know Maka is a very loyal person to her friends, and you are no exception as her weapon partner.

I feel like at first, Maka and you, would have a bumpy relationship.

She's focused on making you stronger than her father Spirit, so I feel like she would be kind of closed off at first. She's very focused on her goal and doesn't want anything to get in the way. Not to say that you guys don't get along, she's just very focused.

However, as time comes, (maybe something would happen with you, etc you got injured or sacrificed your self for her on a mission) the more you she realizes what she's kind of been doing? She's like "aw man bro I've been treating them like poopy dookie." (NOT EXACT WORDS LMAOOO)

Once she realizes what she's been doing I think she would feel bad, like really bad. So she would come up to you and apologize that her ignorance got you hurt. poor bby.

So you guys eventually build a strong bond together, and you always look out for each other. She believes in you, as her friend and as her weapon.

ROMANTIC HC⬇️⬇️

She's always had problems with love, especially because of Spirit, she has never really been around a healthy type of love, so she's always shut off the idea of love at first. Not wanting to be cheated on or treated badly like what Spirit did to her mother :((

But once you come along, as her scythe partner, she feels things that she never would've thought she would feel before. But she's afraid, afraid of everything that might happen if she says something. She's afraid she might lose you.

But eventually something happens, and she can't hold it back anymore, so she tells you, most likely in private ofc. I don't think she would tell you in front of everyone because this is a very vulnerable moment for her.

When you accept she's like mind blown, she stands still for a few min, lowkey making you worried, but then gives you the biggest hug 😢

During missions she would become a lot more protective for you, not wanting you to get hurt a lot and doesn't let you sacrifice yourself for her. She's just worried she's going to lose you, so she's a bit up tight at first, so you're going to have to reassure her that you're okay and want to help her achieve her goal in making a death scythe.

If you do get injured during battles she would get incredibly upset at herself if she thinks it's her fault, and stay beside you in the nurses office and hold your hand. If you got injured bc you were being a dumb dumb she's going to ridicule you (out of loveee bc she cares about you a lot and doesn't want you to get hurt.)

She's a little shy to affection, so if you wanna kiss her you're probably going to have to do it first. She's not used to being super vulnerable around people. But she would hold your hand in between classes, and if for some reason you don't kiss her yet she would get a little worried that you don't like her anymore, but eventually build up the courage to give you a little kiss on the cheek. (She wants you to shut up after it tho, don't ever bring it up or she will get embarrassed and Maka chop you LMAO)

During training and everything she always want to make sure she doesn't overwork you, and always offers for you to take breaks before continuing or bandaging you up if anything happens. However she is adamant that you keep up with your studies, but bc you are her partner she will try to be patient with you and will help you study, she's very proud of you no matter the outcome of your studying. At least you tried and that's what matters.

Lowkey makes food for you after missions too, you come home and even tho she's tired she'll sit you on the couch and make dinner for you, she'll blush really hard if you come over and help her cook. (Do it, help her.)

(THIS WAS REALLY LONG I'M SO SORRY I GOT IN THE ZONE. Might make a part 2?? If you want?? This was really fun to write about)

#maka albarn #soul eater #soul eater x reader #maka x reader #maka albarn x reader

[margokesses]

Thoughts/ questions I have about tbosas and someone who has not read the book but plans to eventually:

The only thing that I knew about the book is that snow is straight up evil and that Lucy gray escapes at the end btw

Snow is not as evil in the movie? Like his story feels like a decent guy's descent into villainy. Like you can tell that originally he does not care about Lucy and just wants the prize money but he does end up truly loving her. But from what I hear from book readers that's not the case?

Sejanus and snow have close/initmate moments together? I'm usually not a fan of just throwing 2 random white dudes into a ship together because 9 times out of 10 its boring as hell. But they did have some moments where I genuinely thought they were gonna kiss? Also it seems like they have a genuine friendship here that I would like to be explored a bit more. Especially bc they're ideologies going against each other is interesting. But from what I hear from book readers: snow cannot stand sejanus' ass

Marcus and sejanus relationship? Like we're told that they were friends in district 2 and sejanus is obviously upset when Marcus dies but I do feel like the context of who they are is missing? Like it feels like it should be a bigger point and not just something explained in 2 or 3 sentences

Lucy Gray's singing randomly? Okay so I wouldn't say that it's random. It's clear that she's a performer in her district and it's apart of her culture as being from the Covey. And i guess she sings whenever she's expressing big emotions like when she's being reaped or when she thinks she's about to die. But I do feel like we got a little more backstory to her character outside of a few lines

Also I wish we got to see a bit more from the tributes for the games. I don't even remember their names but I know they're faces and I only know that the cape guy and the sick girl are from district 11 bc that's where it seems like there's a majority black population in the movies

The guns in the shed. Did Lucy gray plant them there herself or were they already there? Bc the way she acts about seeing the guns is very... casual? Like she's not surprised or anything that they're there. What was that about?

Snow's little meltdown at the end? I am not surprised that he reacted that way but did he actually see Lucy gray and shoot her or is that just like... him imagining her? But then we do see footprints of her escaping so like?? Idk I'm a little confused about that part ngl

Snow's transformation into his dad? When tigirs says "you look like your father" to snow at the end it doesn't hit me the way that it should? Like obviously he's gonna turn evil at the end and stuff but we don't really know who his father actually was until the ending

Peter dinklages revelation? We can infer that snows dad was an evil person bc peter dinklage character mentioned that he himself thought of the games when he was drunk and snow's dad took the credit for it. Which is fine but I wish we got to know more about snow's dad and what the homework assignment actually was? Was it like what snow had to do when trying to help make the hunger games better? Did the government genuinely ask some random 18 year Olds how to punish people for making an uprising?

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