i don’t understand the “date a girl with daddy issues” thought process because let me tell you, i actively HATE the man who gave his sperm for my creation so if you are trying to come into my life to prey on my “weakness” when it comes to men, don’t look so surprised when i rip your balls off and filet them right in front of you. thank you.
The Agreste family is so rich that they can afford to commission Nintendo to make them one of those paintings from Super Mario 64 that leads to an alternate dimension where Gabriel vaguely cares about his son enough to put his arm around him one time.
× You fall for him because of his accent
× He thinks you’re so sweet
× but holy fuck, he was impressed because you’re a little crazy
× Him being your trainer
× “but Finn, if I do that finisher im going to look amazing”
× “you always look amazing, love. But no, that finisher is too dangerous”
× Always cheering on for him, everyone will know you’re there because you’re the one screaming the loudest
× Sending stupid kisses to each other from a long distance
× Maybe sometimes you’d suddenly find yourselves in the shower in his locker room
× Pressing a kiss to your cheek when he sees you training.
× Supporting each other in everything
× Him being nervous when he is going to meet your family
× “but sweetheart, what if your dad hates me?”
× “finn, don’t worry, he is going to love you, you are so adorable”
× He managed to swoon your parents pretty good too
× “I know mom, he’s a keeper”
× You being the bestfriend of his mother
× “I swear Finn, if you broke her heart, i’ll hit you in the face”
× Falling down next to you in the couch after gym, or just a long day, and leaning against your shoulder with eyes closed
× other times he’d lay down with his head in your lap, falling asleep to the sound of your voice and the feeling of your fingers playing with his hair or tracing patter on his skin"
× He loves to see you while you’re sleeping
× “i know that you are seeing me Bálor, please stop”
× “is just that you have a line of drool, babygirl”
× Small kisses in the corner of your mouth, on your nose, your cheek, forehead
× He loves kissing all your “imperfections”
× “If I love them… are they still imperfections because for me, all of you is perfect, (y/n)”
× Him being so proud of the amazing wrestler that you are.
× “how could yo do that in the ring? I WAS FUCKIN’ DYING, (Y/N)! but it’s okay because it was amazing”
× Him having two sides in question of sex
× Like sometimes he’s this adorkable man, so sweet and gentle
× and other times you’re havin’ sex with the demon, this man that loves to be so dominant and have rough sex
× and you’re not being sure who side you love the most
× You both being the most sarcastic couple
× Getting in really long and depth talks
× Finn being so kind to you that it actually hurts your heart
× Constant teasing
× He’d absolutely love taking you on dates and would try to make sure they were perfect
× When he got that big injury during summer slam and you was with him, he was more than sure he wanted to have you always at his side.
You know people, i’m going to stop doing this shit because it’s killing my heart and im falling deeply for this idiots im just kidding, i love this even if it hurts lol
Us, meeting for the first time.
My mom likes your mom,
and my dad talks to yours.
I love your blue dress
and the funny way your hair
dances on the stars of your shoulders.
I didn’t knew back then,
but I even liked the sad love cooling your eyes.
Us, meeting for the first time after death.
My mom is gone, and your wishes to be too.
Your dad has left and mine prays for me.
I hate the black you wore,
that programmed protocol talk,
and that I didn’t knew you were taller than me.
I knew right there
that I hated you in spite my heart.
Us, meeting for the first time after the third day.
Your mom is so happy, it angers me.
My dad barely knows me, and yours is long gone.
Everyone fears you,
they run as if the shadow could reach them.
But there is no one as scared as you,
the one who fears its own shadow.
It makes me angrier.
(-I hate your name,
I want to hit you hard
and never see you again.)
[-Then, hit me.]
Us, meeting for the first time in Heaven.
With another name, you stand.
I know all your marks and clothes,
my favorite is the blue cape
and the orange, because It’s mine.
I’m a son to your mother
like you are a son to my father.
The sad love is gone, you shine
as you look up and the tips of your
mess dances in the stars on your shoulders.
(-It’s not fair.
I look at you and I can’t breathe,
you stole my life away once more.)
[-Then, love me a little? Maybe?]
(You don’t have to beg for something I’ve been doing my whole life). PD.