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all my fault
Request: spencer and y/n are married, and they’ve been trying to have kids, and then she finds out she’s pregnant. a few weeks into the pregnancy, she has a miscarriage, and at the hospital the doctor said it’s bc she had an abortion as a teenager, and it fucked up her it yet us. spencer didn’t know she had an abortion, and blames her for the death of the baby, and they end up sleeping separately for a while and they have to grieve by themselves. spencer ends up talking to emily about it bc of her experience and it has a comforting ending!
Summary: when reader has a miscarriage after trying to have a baby with spencer, and things about her past are revealed and leaves things rocky within their relationship.
CW: miscarriage, pregnancy, mention of abortion, spencer’s rly harsh at first, teenage pregnancy, mentions of surgery, a cervix condition that i kinda made up, depressive thoughts, negative self-worth, HAPPY ENDING. *please let me know if i’ve missed anything*
A/N: i’ve been working on coming up with a series, which i posted last thursday! i’m sorry i haven’t been as consistent with my schedule, this summer has really taken a toll on my mental health and school is about to start back up. i promise i’m not quitting writing, but my writing might become a bit more sporadic in terms of my posting schedule. i’m still not sure if i like how i’ve executed this piece, so please let me know what you think!
IMPORTANT A/N: this contains serious topics centered around pregnancy and abortion. reader end up blaming herself and it is a very triggering subject to some. if you aren’t comfortable with those kinds of depressive thoughts PLEASE DONT READ. i don’t want anyone to be triggered by my writing. your mental health matters. you matter. do not read if your sensitive to the subject matter, please!
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when you and spencer checked the third pregnancy test and saw those two, very clear lines on the stick, you felt an unbelievable amount of joy.
“oh my god,” you clamped your hand over your mouth, your eyes welling with tears.
“y/n…” he held his breath, holding your free hand with both of his own.
“you’re gonna be a dad,” you huffed out a laugh as his arms flew around you.
“and you’re gonna be a mom! we’re gonna have our own little family,” he cheered as he breathed in your scent, elated from the news he had hoped for since you said ‘i do.’
spencer had wanted to be a father since he met henry, you remember how attached he was to the child who wasn’t even his own. you hadn’t always wanted children, only when you were absolutely ready for them. now, you were more than ready.
your arms flew around spencer’s neck as his went around your waist. he dropped to his knees and began pressing kisses against a bump that wasn’t even visible yet, praising you and your body for carrying his child.
because it was so hard for you to get pregnant, spencer decided to baby you every chance he got. you didn’t do the dishes or sweep, you weren’t allowed to reach for high shelves or even step on a chair to do so. he was worried about you and the baby, so you let him. you found it endearing.
the perfect man that you married was so worried about the little bean inside of you, worried for your safety, that it drove him a bit mad. who were you to complain? each time he’d do one of the new little quirks like not letting you lift anything above 10 pounds, you just smiled to yourself and brushed it off.
being pregnant was something that you had lost hope for, in all honesty. spencer had been talking to a few friends who had adopted children prior to finding out you were pregnant. if this hadn’t worked out, the two of you were going to look into adoption.
spencer had planned your doctors appointment for 6 weeks after your last period. the appointment was in three days. and then the perfect outline you had for your future went down in crumbles.
you had been having pains in your lower abdomen, and you figured it was just because you were pregnant. you went to the bathroom like you normally would when you felt queasy, kneeling by the toilet in preparation for what was to come. only nothing came.
you decided to just go pee and get back to bed. there was a pain that wasn’t like you’d felt before when you were peeing, like someone had been pulling your intestines out of your body. when you looked down, you felt your stomach drop.
“spencer!” you cried out. “spencer, hurry!” you felt tears well in your eyes until he ran up beside you. his hand was on your thigh as the other one was trying to steady your shaking hand.
“what is… oh,” he looked in the toilet to see blood inside of it.
“spencer… what happened? i don’t know what happened. everything was doing so well and the baby-we just found out and now they’re-wh-what’s gonna happen?” you rambled out, unsure of how something this horrific happened so quickly.
“i-i don’t know, my love,” he pressed a kiss to your forehead. “i don’t know. but we’ll go to the hospital right now, okay? we’ll get answers.”
you just nodded. you couldn’t speak anymore. you felt your throat closing in on yourself. you cleaned yourself up and got dressed. even looking in the mirror with spencer’s arms around you, you didn’t feel anything but guilt and worry.
spencer’s touch would usually be something to ease your mind and take away the thoughts of everything else around you. only this was something wrong inside of you. you were the problem this time. and you didn’t think anything could fix this feeling.
“let’s get to the hospital, yea?” you nodded as he held onto your hand, trying to ground you to himself as he guided you to the car.
you were silent the entire drive to the doctor. there was nothing to say. there was nothing to do. there was just… nothing. you were numb.
“hey,” he spoke up, “we don’t know what happened yet. there’s a chance it’s just a fluke, right? the baby might be okay.”
“what’re the statistics, spencer? tell them to me,” you ordered as tears flowed from your eyes.
“y/n…”
“tell me! why don’t you want me to know?!” you accused him, looking over at the man driving as he but his lower lip. “1 in 4 women who experience bleeding during a pregnancy are fine. 25 percent. the other 75 percent of people have either a miscarriage or serious complications. those are the statistics.”
“y/n…” he sighed, “it’s not your fault. you didn’t want this to happen. besides, there’s still a 25 percent chance that nothings wrong.”
“whatever,” you rolled your eyes and opted to look out of the window for the remainder of the drive to the hospital.
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“alright,” the doctor entered the room. “we have the results from the test and we’ve examined the ultrasound pictures. i’m so sorry, but you’ve had a miscarriage.”
what were you supposed to feel? an overwhelming sense of sorrow? like a failure? like the one thing you wanted most in the world fell through?
“how-how did this happen?” you spoke through the tears. “we were so-we were careful. i didn’t lift heavy objects, i didn’t do repetitive motions, i just… we tried so hard to make this work,” you shook your head in disapproval, as if you wouldn’t accept the answer that had already been proven to you.
“there’s proof of an abortion when you were a teenager. there was severe damage done to your cervix that wasn’t assessed pre-pregnancy. now, we can repair the damage within the next two months, but it will still be difficult to become pregnant after the surgery,” the female informed you.
“then what’s the point of getting the surgery?” you scoffed, looking at spencer who was just staring off in space.
“while getting pregnant will still be difficult, maintaining the pregnancy is much more likely. the fetus would be more protected and secure after the surgery,” she explained with a pitiful smile, you couldn’t help but wonder how she could smile after giving you the worst news of your life.
“right,” you nodded curtly, allowing her to sense the mood of the conversation.
“i’ll leave you two be. i’m so sorry for your loss,” she gave the both of you a pitiful smile before exiting the room, the only sound audible being the closing of the door.
it didn’t feel real. it felt as though you were in a nightmare. only this time, you wouldn’t wake in spencer’s comforting arms. you wouldn’t hear the soft soothing voice of the man you love trying to calm you down. you wouldn’t feel the solace he would provide by merely being himself in your proximity.
the drive home was eerily quiet. there was an inkling of animosity between you. looking over at spencer in the driver’s seat, he had a dead look on his face, the only sign of previous emotion being his red-rimmed eyes and tear-stained cheeks. he didn’t even look like your spencer. he looked like a stranger in the drivers seat with a cold expression that you could barely read.
you knew this was something you should talk about. when the nurse came back in the room it was only to offer a few referrals go therapists that specialized in this kind of grief. clearly, any couple should talk about losing an unborn baby. but you knew that’s not what spencer was truly upset about.
you waited until you shut the door to your apartment before saying anything.
“maybe we should talk about it?” you whispered, not knowing how he’d react.
“about what? the fact that you’ve lied to me for our entire relationship?!” he wouldn’t even turn around to face you. “i thought we were in this together, y/n. we aren’t supposed to keep secrets from each other - especially not any that just killed our child!”
“hey…” you winced at his words. “why would you say that?”
“that’s the truth! your choices when you were a teenager just killed our child! my child!” he finally turned to face you, and you wished he hadn’t.
“do you think i knew they would botch my abortion, spencer?! do you think that’s what i wanted?!” you stepped closer to him, he sighed and ran a hand through his hair.
“i don’t know what you want anymore, y/n,” he shook his head, clearly exasperated.
“i want you. i want to get the surgery to fix my cervix. i want to grieve our child. i still want kids… with you, spencer,” you tried to ease the mood, calm him down. you reached your hand out to cup his cheek before he dodged your touch, afraid of touching you. “but you don’t want that?” you whispered so quiet, too afraid of the answer to raise your voice.
“i-“ he sighed and bit his lower lip. “i don’t know.”
“right. of course you don’t,” you shook your head before sitting on the couch, dropping your face in your hands.
“what’s that supposed to mean?” he scoffed as he took off his coat.
“it means that: of course, you’re making this about you! it can’t be about us grieving our loss together like the doctor recommended?!” you peeked between your hands at the man you still didn’t recognize.
“maybe we shouldn’t grieve together since we can’t even have a conversation without getting angry at one another,” he tried to reason.
“the only reason i’m getting mad is because you’re blaming me for my baby’s death,” you spat back at the doctor before you.
“because it’s your fault!” he stood strong in his belief. “when you were a teenager, did you or did you not have an abortion?”
“i did,” you admitted.
“and the nurse said that in said abortion, they screwed your cervix up! if you didn’t have that abortion, our child would still be alive! we would be on our way to become happy parents!” he accused, rubbing salt in the already stinging wound. “it’s your fucking fault!”
“stop saying that,” you shook your head and dropped it back in your hands, trying to hide the tears that began to flow down your face.
“it is, y/n! i can’t believe you’re even trying to say this isn’t!” he chuckled, clearly getting under your skin.
“shut up, spencer!”
“i can’t, y/n!” he sat in the chair across from you before standing back up, too hyper to sit. “no wonder it was so hard for you to get pregnant.”
“spencer,” you begged him to stop, meeting his face with your teary eyes.
“y/n,” he stared you in the eyes, and you saw a glimpse of the man you loved for a second before he retreated to the bedroom.
you sat on the couch in confusion of what had just occurred.
when you were 15, you’re boyfriend was adamant about taking your relationship “to the next step.” you didn’t think you were ready to have sex, but you wanted him to stay with you. so, you gave in. it just so happened to be that you were one of the lucky girls that ends up getting pregnant her first time in spite of birth control and a condom. you couldn’t tell your mom about your pregnancy, she’d have your head on a pole.
so, you earned enough money from your job to get an abortion yourself. you went to a clinic and had your boyfriend’s mom come with you to sign as your guardian. was it smart to get an abortion that cheap? probably not. but you had no other choice. your mom had made it abundantly clear that if she caught you fooling around with him that she’d kick you out.
you were 15. you were young and still had to finish high school. there was no support system for you. you would’ve been on the streets with a little baby - not to mention the amount of debt you’d go into for just giving birth to a child in a hospital. it was the only choice.
and now you were being berated for making the only choice you even had - and by the person you loved most in the world.
you curled into yourself on the couch, laying your head on the arm and crying into the fabric. you released all of the tension and turmoil. you held onto the cushions as if it were the man that you wanted - no, needed to comfort you. because as much as you’d hate to admit it and try to fight those thoughts, part of you thought that spencer was right. it was your fault.
you fell asleep on the couch that night. you didn’t have the strength to get up to grab a blanket so you just sucked it up.
spencer didn’t sleep at all. he was used to having you curled into his chest, or himself on yours. he felt terrible about how he had talked to you, but he was too stubborn to admit anything just yet.
in the middle of the night he went out of the room to grab a glass of water. he saw you curled up in a ball, you head resting on the arm of the couch as you slept. it was the most peaceful you looked in the past 24 hours. but you began shivering as you slept. you were probably too exhausted to get up to do anything.
he went to the hall closet on a detour and grabbed your favorite, soft blanket and laid it on top of your body. after placing a soft kiss on your forehead, he went into the kitchen and made his glass of water before taking one more glance at you. you had snuggled into the blanket, pulling it up to your chin with a gentle smile that always appeared when he kissed your forehead as you slept.
maybe he didn’t screw up too badly, after all.
the next few days were spent avoiding one another. spencer couldn’t face you after knowing you had kept something so dire from him for the entirety of your relationship. you couldn’t face him after he made you feel as though it was your fault you lost your baby.
you would stay on the couch all day, barely eating or drinking anything while spencer would go out - only mentioning the library or the office to do more paperwork. eventually he just started sleeping at morgan’s house - probably because he couldn’t stand being around you.
you didn’t know how to grieve your baby, you were hoping that spencer might help, but that clearly won’t be happening. on top of that, you were worrying about your marriage. he couldn’t even look at you, how was he supposed to talk to you and sleep beside you?
a lot of times, it’s perceived that the only reason women were put on this planet were to have children - of course that’s a false notion, but it didn’t make it sting any less. your body had betrayed you. you had betrayed yourself.
it was only 12 days after spencer left when he came back home, if he could call it that anymore. once he walked into the living room, he saw you curled up in that same position on the couch. you had a blank stare that was directed towards the black tv. the only evidence that you were doing something was the empty water bottles surrounding you - certainly not enough considering he’d been gone for over a week.
when he entered you didn’t even flinch. your gaze stayed on the empty screen and your face remained vacant of any emotion.
in all honesty, morgan was the one to tell spencer he should check on you. spencer hadn’t told him everything about your argument, he knew he was in the wrong. but he was just so angry. regardless, he was here now, and it’s a good thing he was.
you hadn’t been taking care of yourself. spencer had morgan and savannah checking on him, but you had nobody. he only realized this when morgan pointed it out. and as upset as he was, spencer would always love you. your expressionless face only worried him more. your clothes had been changed from when he last saw you, but he doubts you’ve had a shower.
he stayed silent as he began picking up the empty water bottles from around the table and couch. you looked at him quizzically with furrowed brows.
“what’re you doing?” you asked, your chin already quivering as tears threatened to stream down your face.
“i’m trying to help,” he whispered as sensitively as he could, making eye contact with the most pitiful face you’d ever seen.
“i think you’ve helped enough,” you rolled your eyes before resuming your serious stare-down with the television. “you can leave.”
“no, i can’t,” he replied, sitting down on the opposite end of the couch while being sure not to touch you - he didn’t know if you were ready for that.
“you already did,” you brought to his attention, briefly looking at him. “just go.”
“y/n, i-“
“i don’t want to hear it! what’re you gonna say that could make me feel worse, spencer?!” you let the tears fall past your waterline. “i know it’s my fault. i know i screwed up! and i’m sorry! i’m so sorry!” you replied with far too much sincerity, the tears streaming down your face before he scooted closer to you, planning on wrapping his arms around you. “stop! don’t come near me!” you pushed his shoulders away. “it’s my fault,” you lowered your voice significantly before wrapping your arms around yourself.
he had called emily as soon as he got back into the bedroom. he knew she had previously had an abortion when she was a teenager, and he just needed to hear her side of it. part of him didn’t even expect her to pick up the phone.
“reid, what’s wrong?” she immediately answered.
“i-i think i need to talk to you,” he whispered in a hushed tone.
“right now?” she asked in a mildly concerned tone.
“if you can? the sooner the better,” he answered honestly.
“alright. you want to meet somewhere or just come over?”
“can i just come over? it’s really personal and i wasn’t sure who else to go to,” he began tying his shoes and hoping she’d agree.
“of course, come on over,” she replied in a worried voice.
“ok. i’ll be there in twenty.”
he quietly left the apartment, not before sparing you a regretful glance. he lost his child, but you also lost your child as well. he just couldn’t control his anger. and partially, he thought he was right.
how could you not have told him about something so serious? the second you had began having issues getting pregnant, maybe you should’ve been open about previous pregnancies.
“hey,” emily greeted before giving him a hug after seeing his teary eyes. “come inside.”
“thanks,” he sniffled before stepping into her apartment.
she guided him into her living room and sat down on the couch beside him. they sat there for a few silent minutes before he was able to work up enough courage.
“y/n was pregnant,” he whispered, barely audible if she weren’t right beside him.
“was,” she pointed out, already feeling as though she knew the rest of the story.
“she uhm-she miscarried two weeks ago,” he somberly admitted for the first time to someone else. “the doctor said it was because she had an abortion when she was a teenager that somehow ruined her cervix.”
“and that’s why you felt like you needed to talk to me?” she gathered, she was a great profiler for a reason but this was far more obvious.
“i was pretty harsh. i-i told her it was her fault,” he bit his lower lip as he grimaced. “i really rubbed it in, too.”
“spencer… “ she sighed, taking a deep breath before continuing. “you’re mourning a life, right now. obviously, that would raise tensions and emotions would be heightened. but… have you apologized? for telling her it was her fault?”
“no?” he replied after thinking about it. “i was going to do that today but she’s… she’s not in good shape. i’m not saying she needs to be perfect, but while i was at derek’s i can tell she didn’t take care of herself. she barely drank any water.”
“did you ask her why she had an abortion? why she didn’t tell you? did you ask her anything about how she’s feeling?” emily asked once more.
“no,” he cowered down, feeling even worse about the truthful answer. “i was just… selfish. i didn’t think about how she’s feeling. i just-i feel so bad now, seeing what state she’s in.”
“when i got an abortion it was because i wasn’t ready for a child,” she began to inform him. “i was a child, myself. how was a child supposed to take care of another one? my mother would’ve been disgraced. i basically had nobody there for me. i kept it a secret because having an abortion is so controversial. i knew people would look at me differently for making a responsible decision for my future.”
“god, i feel so bad,” he began to tear up himself. “i love her so much and i told her these horrible things.”
“make it right, spencer,” she gave him a supportive smile and pat his thigh before he stood up.
“i-i have to go,” he wiped the tears from his face before giving emily a hug, grateful she would listen to him at such an ungodly hour.
he quickly drove back home, where he decidedly belonged in the first place. he never should’ve left home. he never should’ve left you. you were his home, and he didn’t know how he could possibly lose sight of that.
“y/n,” he cooed as he entered the apartment once more. it was noticeably a bit more clean. the trash was taken out, the dishes were done, and your hair was wet from a shower - he assumed. “hey,” he smiled when he saw you sitting on the bed, cheeks still red and tear-stained with red, puffy eyes.
“hi,” you sighed as you brushed your hair, spencer sat down beside you.
“how’re you feeling?” you shrugged. “i need to apologize to you,” he admitted, placing a hand on your thigh. “i’m so, so sorry for what i said. telling you that it’s your fault that we lost our child… i-there’s no excuse. i was clearly upset, but so were you. what i said was so out of line, and i’ll never be able to express how sorry i am to you.”
“you’re right,” you shrugged. “it was my fault.”
“no,” he rubbed his thumb on your skin. “it was not your fault. i’m so sorry i made you believe that.”
“when i was 15 my boyfriend at the time pressured me to have sex. we used a condom and i was in birth control but i still-i still ended up pregnant,” you began, taking a deep breath before continuing. “i couldn’t tell my mom because she would’ve kicked me out, so i saved up some money and had his mom take me to a cheap clinic. she signed as my mom and i got the procedure done. that was the end of it,” you finished tears streaming down your face. “a few weeks after the procedure i started having pains in like my lower back, but i didn’t think anything of it. so… it is my fault. i shouldn’t have gone to a cheap clinic, but i couldn’t live on the streets with a baby and no way to clothe or feed them.”
“y/n,” he got your attention, wiping the tears from your cheeks. “you were a teenager who had no other choice, love. it’s not your fault, it’s the clinic’s.”
“i just… it hurts so bad, spencer,” you shook your head in defeat before he wrapped his arms around you. “not even just emotionally, my body physically hurts so bad. i don’t know what to do and i thought i lost you and i didn’t know what i would do without you because i didn’t think you loved me anymore because it’s my fault,” you ranted out, sobbing into his shoulder before he moved the two of you around the bed to lay down, you on his chest.
“i’m so sorry you had to go through that, and that you’re still dealing with the repercussions,” he pressed a kiss to your forehead. “but know that i’m not leaving you. i love you and nothing will ever change that.”
“there’s nothing we can do now,” you whined, clutching to his shirt as if he’d disappear once more.
“we can go to the recommended therapy. we can get that surgery to fix your cervix,” he reminded you, rubbing circles onto your back as you sniffled. “then, if you’d like, we could try again for a baby.”
“so you still want to be with me?” you whispered by his ear, clearly worried of the answer.
“of course i do,” he said as if there were no other option; there wasn’t. “i’m so, so sorry, love.”
“the reason i didn’t tell you is because,” you sighed as you shuffled on top of spencer, now sitting on his lap and facing him. “because there’s this stigma that comes with having an abortion - and i didn’t know how you’d react. i also didn’t know it didn’t go well in the first place, but that’s a different story,” you chuckled. “i’m sorry. i should’ve told you about something so serious.”
“you don’t have to apologize,” he brushed a strand of hair from your face. “that was from your past. this is our future, we shouldn’t get caught up on it and allow it to ruin this.”
you nodded, “you’re right. are-are you staying here, now? or are you going back to derek’s?” there was an obvious look of hope in your eye that spencer never planned on squashing.
“i’m staying here,” he smiled. “home. you’re my home.”
“you’re so cheesy,” you rolled your eyes as a laugh left your lips.
“i’ve missed your smile,” he pressed a kiss to those very lips, your smile not going away but growing even bigger.
“i’ve missed you,” you pointed at his chest. “please don’t leave again.”
“i won’t. ever again,” you held your pinky out, he smiled and wrapped his own around it. “i’m so sorry.”
“we’ll work at it,” you sighed. “we’ll build back the trust and fix my stupid cervix and then maybe try again for a baby.”
over the next few months spencer and you had been going to therapy once a week, mourning the loss of your baby and working through your other issues.
five months after you found out about the miscarriage, you had the surgery to fix your cervix.
one year after you fixed your cervix you and spencer began talking about having a child. you were extremely nervous, rightfully so. you voiced your concerns to spencer about what if the surgery didn’t work? what if your cervix wasn’t the only issue? and he replied by reminding you that you would both take this one step at a time.
seven months after having the conversation with spencer about having children, a miracle had caught up to you.
you were pregnant.
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Marinette’s Big Fall: An angsty Prompt
[ I have had not one. Not two. But THREE anonymous asks for some Miraculous ladybug angst with a pinch of salt SO here you go. Also because people keep asking me if they can make fics from my prompts I will just put here that YES you can I will love you if you do, please just tag me so I can squeal. I always love fan-art and I always love fics based off my ideas just go nuts guys. ]
If you asked the students of Bustier’s classroom what happened that sunny tuesday at 1:36pm they would all tell you it was an accident. None of them had meant for anything to happen and none of them had so much as laid a finger on the dark haired girl. It was just an accident that was all, but still their faces would lose blood and they would shake as they remembered the sight of Marinette Dupain-Cheng laying still as a stone at the bottom of the stairs. If you asked them to start at the beginning they would take a shaky breath and start their tale at the first warning bell of the school day, before Marinette had arrived and when Lila Rossi did.
The italian had for months been telling them of Marinette’s misdeeds and though many were proven to be false it seemed like not a day went by where Lila didn’t have some new to say about the bakers daughter. That days newest tale was about how Marinette had ruined Lila’s photoshoot at the park with Adrien. It was suppose to be a romantic shoot for valentines day and Marinette had arrived at the park where it was taking place with little Manon. Lila claimed that Marinette bribed the child into pushing Lila into the fountain during the shoot thus ruining the whole thing and making her look bad in front of the employer. Now hearing this story the students of Bustier’s class felt mixed Marinette was prone to fits of jealousy but would she really bring a child into it? Some were angry at Marinette for her repeated felonies some were unsure and one other a certain Adrien Agreste still had no idea what everyone meant about Marinette being jealous and while he knew that Lila had ended up in the water and that it was Manon who did it... He also knew for a fact that Marinette was in no way involved.
The debate over Marinette’s innocence would last until the young designer arrived then the class would fall into steely silence all fuming and grumbling trying to justify the Marinette they knew and loved with the jealous green eyed monster Lila suffered under. As they day wore on Alya always the seeker of truth began badgering Marinette trying to get to the bottom of the whole affair, and while Marinette admitted to being at the park and admitted to babysitting Manon and yes she even confirmed that Lila wound up in the fountain she claimed no responsibility arguing that little Manon had just wanted a hug from Adrien and had accidentally shoved the italian. This information spurred only new arguments though they happened without Marinette’s knowledge in back and forth messages when the teachers back was turned. Lila meanwhile continued to weave her web sending her own messages to the class with new accusations and ‘evidence’ something had to give as the tensions rose and at exactly 1:00 when Mme. Bustier stepped out something did give indeed.
No one really remembers the argument only who was leading it. Alya was a good person a bit too trusting and maybe a bit too gullible and brash but she always protected the weak and thats why Marinette loved her. The problem was right now Alya thought the one who needed that protection was one Lila Rossi. Marinette did her best to diffuse the situation she argued that it was a child’s mistake that Lila should let it go. Alya argued that Marinette always had issues with jealousy and that she needed to fess up and apologize. Marinette would no apologize for something she didn’t do and so the argument continued, classmates joined in things got more and more heated in the spur of the moment with everyone yelling and Lila sobbing Alya snapped and said two things she never should have. One she told Marinette they were no longer friends unless Marinette stopped being jealous. And two, she revealed just why Marinette was ‘jealous’ her crush on Adrien Agreste. The moment the words left her mouth Alya was hit with regret, the moment she saw embarrassment in her friends face and tears hot and fresh welling in her eyes she was hit with shame. No one spoke as the bakers daughter let out a choked sob but suprising them all it wasn’t an accusation of anger at Alya for outing her secret that left the dark haired girls lips it was a quiet shaky and broken:
“W-Were not friends a-anymore?” Followed by yet another choked and heartbroken sob.
Before Alya or anyone could answer the girl bolted for the door shaking with sobs. Everyone stood shocked still for a moment before Adrien bolted up and rushed after the girl the rest of the class followed. But they never reached Marinette in time. In her distressed state the pigtailed girl had tried to make a break for home but she was clumsy and clumsier still when upset so when she rushed down the stair she tripped and everyone could only watch in silent horror as the bakers daughter only managed to let out a gasp before her body slammed into the hard concrete. When the students of Bustier’s recalled everything later they would note with some shock that it was Chloe who moved first yelling out Marinette’s name, not her last name no, just her name as she rushed down the stairs and to the dark haired girls side. She noted the young girl wasn’t responding and quickly snapped for Sabrina to phone an ambulance while she continued to monitor Marinette. No one else would move, Alya would cry silently and in horror as Chloe called out to Marinette and checked her pulse, Nino would clutch his hat and stare mouth agape as Marinette lay like a lifeless corpse, Adrien Agreste would fall to his knees at the top of that stairs his eyes like saucers as he tried to comprehend what had happened. And Lila Rossi? She would feel every bit of blood in her body turn into ice as guilt gripped onto her and told her that this, all of this was because of HER.
Everything that happened next was a blur, the ambulance arrived Marinette was driven away with Chloe of all people. The police arrived, Bustier and Damocles felt there sweat turn cold as they were questioned, the other students of the school would stand around murmuring and pointing at the Akuma Class Rose would hear the kinder people ask what happened in hushed tone, Juleka would hear the crueler people say that the Akuma class had tried to kill the one person they couldn’t akumatize. Soon enough parents arrived and dragged away their children Kim and Alix would notice the small patch of blood on the concrete where Marinette landed, they would later puke thinking about it, but they told no one of what they had seen.
Meanwhile on the way to the hospital Tikki was in a panic, her dearest chosen her most precious and rare creation soul was BROKEN so many bones and bits of her body were mangled beyond repair... Well beyond NORMAL repair but Tikki was a god, a sentimental god at that and she would not let heaven or hell get in the way of her helping Marinette survive no matter the cause. And so sitting silently, hidden in the girls hair out of sight of the paramedic and Chloe who was telling them all she knew of Marinette’s medical background Tikki used her magic to mend all she could, she would make sure that her sweet precious Marinette would be alright but while she mended the broken body Tikki knew that there would be a price to pay. Magic always came with a price. In the past when she’d used her magic to heal holders this way some had lost their eyesight, others their voices, some would lose a limb, Tikki had no idea that cost Marinette would pay but she knew whatever it was her precious little bug would be alright.
And she was. The doctors were shocked to find that while Marinette had a broken leg and two broken ribs, some deep cuts that would never fully heal, and some awful bruising that would leave the girl sore for who knows how long she was in fact just fine. There was no internal bleeding, and no serious brain trauma, and somehow she’d be just fine to walk when her leg healed up. Sabine and Tom cried tears of joy at the news and stayed by the young girls side. Tikki was also pleased with the news from her hidden spot where she lay utterly exhausted. She knew still that their would be a price to pay but at least Marinette was alive and well. The bakers daughter did not wake up until early the next day and when she did she was mobbed by her parents. She smiled at their concern and when the doctor came in to greet her he decided to check her memory.
“Standard procedure.” He said. “It’s not unusual for there to be some minor memory loss surrounding the incident itself were just going to check.”
And so the questions began. They started with things like her birthday, and her parents names and ages, then they moved on to recent events, so far no problems. Finally they asked about the day itself and the ‘incident’ in questions Marinette opened her mouth to answer then paused thoughtfully. She couldn’t remember. Not unusual assured the doctor, and then he returned to asking other questions probing gently to ensure everything was alright, and it seemed to be up until the doctor asked a simple question.
“What’s your best friends name? And can you describe them.”
Marinette froze and stayed silent. Tikki suddenly felt a strange twist in her tummy. Sabine and Tom looked at their daughter uncertainly. Finally after a long pause. Marinette spoke with a strained laugh.
“I uhh dont remember having one sir.” Sabine felt her stomach suddenly drop, hidden away behind a plant Tikki felt the same thing.
Concerned by the answer the doctor probed more with Tom and Sabine joining in. The answers were startling. Marinette Dupain-Cheng had forgotten every single person that was present when she fell down the stairs. She could recall other students at the school and her teacher, but all the students of her own class? She could not recall their names or their faces. When her parents asked about a specific memory the first time Nino and Marinette met and became friends. Marinette’s eyes lit up. She remembered the event, she remembered someone being bullied and helping them and then they became friends. Her parents were hopeful and the doctor calmly asked Marinette to tell them who the bully was and who the person being bullied was. At that all Marinette did was frown and hold her head. She could remember the incident but... The faces of the bully and the one being bullied were blacked out she had no idea who they were. They tried asking her if she knew the bullied boys favorite things, she had no idea, his name? Nothing. Favorite color? Nope. It was odd extremely so and the only theory the doctor could offer was trauma based memory lose triggered by stress and the possible incident surrounding her accident.
Later when her parents left and it was safe. Tikki emerged and was overjoyed to learn that Marinette remembered her and being ladybug. Tikki was a bit worried about the holes in her dear chosens memories but she knew that this was the price Marinette had payed. She got to keep her life and all her limbs and eyes but she had lost something precious, her friends, they were now black holes burned into faded memories. And it extended into her superhero life. Marinette knew Rena Rouge she could remember her powers and her skill, but when Tikki asked who she was Marinette could only frown and hold her head as it throbbed. Alya, Nino, everyone even Adrien were gone, Marinette had the memories but no faces, no names, no attachment she had lost her friends. Tikki felt guilty of course and told Marinette as much but the young girl just kissed her Kwami’s head and confidently said that they would figure it out.
It had been a week sense Marinette’s big fall. And the students of Bustier’s class sat restless in their seats. None of them had been able to check up on Marinette as her parents had forbidden visitors and the bakers themselves were illusive now a days as they kept close to the hospital keeping their daughter company. All anyone knew was that Marinette was alive, and while that was great news it wasn’t enough. And to make matters perhaps more odd then Marinette’s disappearance was the complete inactivity by Hawkmoth. It was as if he was busy dealing with something else. Like maybe his teenage son who had been expressing all of his teenage rebellion and angst in a concentrated dose ever sense a certain bakers daughter had fallen down the stairs. Adrien was indeed the most miserable about the whole situation, he’d given up on bathing, moped all day, snapped at Lila for even opening her mouth, and was refusing to care for himself or attend any and all photoshoots and extra curricular activities. Adrien’s rebellion was causing big problems for Gabriel’s business and he was stuck rushing about trying to re-organize events and juggle his son who had become terrifyingly good at escaping the house to go to school no matter what kind of locks were installed.
As the day wore on for Bustier’s students ignored the looks given to them by the other students in the school. More then a few of them blamed them squarely for what had happened to Marinette while others shot them looks of sympathy or concern. The class as a whole looked like they were from a bad zombie movie, but the one who looked perhaps the worse of them all was Lila Rossi, while some would try and argue its because of how bad she felt for poor Marinette others would recognize that she seemed paranoid and on edge with her eyes darting about and how quick she was to defend herself against even the smallest assumed accusation against her. Finally lunch rolled around and like the mob of zombies they were the students of Bustier’s class walked mindlessly to the cafeteria that is until one of them spotted a familiar looking girl though her hair was no longer in pigtails and her clothing had changed it was undoubtedly her! The class rushed forward with a surge catching the attention of the whole school who watched the exchange curiously. Apologies were hurled out questions were yelled and poor Marinette looked overwhelmed silence only came when Sabine stepped forward with a warning look though there was an odd glint of pity and sadness in her eyes. Finally it was Alya who broke the silence.
“Marinette! We are SO sorry, please can you find it in your heart to forgive us?” The Ladybloger was holding back tears and no one had heard her voice that shaky before. After a long pause Marinette spoke.
“U-Umm... Hey listen I dont... Really know what your apologizing for... And uh I dont really know who you are but... Umm sure of course I forgive you! You seem very nice?”
The crowd was stunned. Marinette had no idea who ALYA was? Her best friend? The girl she’d fought with last? Sensing the tension in the room Tom gently guided Marinette away shooting Sabine an odd look. Both parents had hoped that seeing her old school would jolt Marinette’s memory but it seemed that even her best friends face wasn’t enough to bring back what had been lost. As Tom helped Marinette climb the stairs with her cast. Sabine took a deep breath and proceeded to explain what she could. That Marinette had lost... Some memories, specifically relating to people who had been around during her accident... She didn’t remember any of them and no one not even the doctors or Tikki herself could change that. As Sabine apologized for what must surely be a shock she excused herself to follow her daughter and husband to the principles office so they could discuss the situation.
For the students of the akuma class life felt like it had been turned sideways. Lila who had been consumed by guilt had begun to hyperventilate. Alya felt slapped and raw her best friend had no idea who she was and the last thing she had done before Marinette forgot all about her was denounce their friendship. For Kim and Nino their were tears and disbelief the girl that they had known sense childhood had no idea who they were and regarded them like any stranger on the side of the road. For Chloe there was the oddest feeling of heartbreak, now she would never know if Marinette could truly forgive her, because the Marinette to whom she’d been so cruel was all but gone. But it was perhaps Adrien who was hit the hardest, Adrien who had learned that Marinette liked him the day of the accident, Adrien who had watched her fall, who had not rushed to check on her, Adrien who had felt torn by guilt confused about his feelings, Adrien who felt like the world had lost the sun with Marinette gone, Adrien who had wanted Marinette to come back so he could see she was okay and ask her on the date she deserved, and now Adrien who meant nothing to her because she had no idea who he was.
As for the rest of the students of Dupont? Well many of them were overjoyed to know Marinette remembered them at least but they felt pity for the akuma class but many others wondered what the future held. Would Marinette’s old friends try and rekindle their friendships? Would they bring photos and music and videos to try and bring back the girls memories? Or would new friends take the place of the old and forgotten? Would Adrien continue down his path of rebellion fighting for a place in Marinette’s heart once more, or would he return to being a docile lamb under his fathers thumb his heart and mind numb due to the shock of it all. Would Lila Rossi return to her old ways? Would she crack under the feelings of guilt and shame? Or would she go mad and attack Marinette. How many people would forever flinch and rush to offer Marinette help whenever she so much as when near a flight of stairs? Would it be possible to anyone to reclaim Marinette’s lost memories or would new ones need to be made? No one knew. But they did know for certain that things would be different from now on.
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2 confessions, a supportive network and many surgeries
Episode 2 opens with the group of friends uses Lee Ikjun’s card (that he left with Gyeoul) and takes advantage as much as possible. Ikjun sees the transactions via his phone and panics in shock, rushes into work. He still thinks its only Gyeoul spending using his CC but includes the rest of his friends. Faking a phonecall too inside the elevator. Never leave your card with others — even if it’s your friends, hehe.
Jeongwon love confession & deals with a difficult young patient
The friends having a night of chitchat while Jeongwon was having a difficulty inserting himself into the conversation because he wants to tell his friends some news, but the friends kept talking about Songhwa’s famous VIP patient. Then after Songhwa talks, that’s the only time the friends noticed that Jeongwon isn’t talking. Honestly, let the man have his moment! Even if you’re friends, he clearly was annoyed. He confessed that he is seeing Gyeoul but Ikjun was not taking it seriously. Finally, the group was for a moment left speechless with mouths open. Junwan asked if Gyeoul was the reason why he didnt leave for priesthood and answered that it was one of his biggest reasons. I guess his friends should be thankful for her then and i’m glad Songhwa was the first to say that she supports him. Ikjun followed suit. Seokyung raised his hand and said that he knew because his mother told him last week. HAHA! Jeongwon was surprised that he was discreet. He told him that his mother likely told his mother. Songhwa being a good supportive friend told Jeongwon that she promises to keep it as a secret. She’s a good person.
The dynamic on how they reacted to Jeongwon’s confession was interesting.
Junwan was curious, Songhwa was supportive, Ikjun made light jokes and Seokhyeong made a confession about his discreetness. Goes to show that they all have different personalities but it is what makes the 5 friends dynamic when they are together.
Dr. Ahn, has to deal with a child (Seongwon) who will not let him treat the surgery staples on his back. He advises the mother to calm him down and come back. When the kid comes back, it’s the same problem all over and the mother loses her patience. I dont even know how Jeongwon deals with children like these, even me as a viewer i already got annoyed.
1st surgery
Its nice that we get to see a continuation Seokhyeong and Minha continue to work from the previous complicated pregnant woman for a emergency surgery.
The patient Kim Sujeong, Seokhyeong and Minha are anxious about the patient Kim Sujeong with her upcoming emergency surgery. They warn the patient that she may need to have the surgery if the cervix dilates. Seokhyeong mentions to Minha to keep monitoring the patient.
There’s a sudden emergency — Kim Sujeong’s baby is now external from the mother, meaning both feet and cord are out. That’s terrible! She rings Seokhyeong and reports to him. He instructs her to get ready and call pediatricts. More terrible news, the baby does not survive. Im totally crushed for the mother. This is so sad. Seokhyeong tells parents that they tried CPR on the baby for 30 minutes and they did the best they could. He then gave the best advice for the patient and it’s to recover. Yang Seokhyeong is at a loss for words and does not know how to comfort the mother that has lost her baby.
Yang Seokhyeong is also in a terrible state because he couldn’t save the baby, he commented to Ikjun on how rare the result of the complication was but admired the patient for their strength. Although he feels for the patient, he was at loss for his words & is struggling on how to comfort the mother.
Later, Kim Sujeong the patient drops off flowers and a appreciation card for Seokhyeong — She doesn’t want him to be sorry and appreciates the heartbeat she felt from her baby. They were the last moments the parents experienced while the baby was alive. I feel like crying at that moment!
Sometimes you just have to feel bad for the parent having complicated pregnancy. For me its one of the most emotional and heartbreaking things to deal with. But i love the relationship Seokhyeong has with his patients and vice versa. We didnt get to see alot of him as a doctor during S1 but now we get to see that he is a good doctor who supports his patients and does his best.
2nd surgery
Junwan delivers bad news to Minchan who needs a heart transplant and VAD. He tells the mother that VAD will hold out until they find a transplant and work out costs.
Junwan performs a successful surgery.
3rd surgery +VIP surgery & a TV appearance invitation
Songhwa takes on a client with a deep tumor that needs surgery.
VIP client: Yoo Gyeongjin — a famous violinist
Songhwa is busy! As mentioned during the dinner table with friends, she wants to keep on doing VIP surgeries because it gives her more opportunities to further her career and to take care of more surgeries.
Songhwa is assigned to patient Yoo Gyeongjin that needs surgery, and she breaks down to the young woman what she needs due to the tumor at the front of her brain.
The tumor is buried deep, although Songhwa ensures Yoo Gyeongjin that she is in good hands.
The mother raises how she knows the hospital director, kept complaining about how much she donated to the hospital and that she’d like to speak to Professor Songhwa not knowing that she is speaking directly to her. She mistaken her for a resident because she looks so young. She immediately defends her team and clearly states that residents are neurosurgeons too.
Songhwa performs the surgery with her team and with difficulty but ended up being successful. As expected by Professor Songhwa. The patient and co were grateful for the result of the surgery.
A German tv wants to interview Professor Songhwa for her recent surgery because of her famous VIP client, she declined because it’s not only her doing but it’s a team effort.
I love how we get to see Songhwa’s personality more on S2. As a supportive friend and team leader.
Songhwa took her time to enjoy coffee and a well deserved one too!
1st irresponsible patient
Lee Ikjun deals with a patient abusing his new liver, Ikjun notices his numbers are up and the patient has been lying infront of his own doctor.
He’s had a liver transplant and Ikjun wonders why his friends are taking him out drinking if they knew that he had a transplant. The wife is so annoyed and told Ikun that he drank 5 days straight within last week alone. The couple started arguing infront of Ikjun and he was left disappointed.
He reminds the patient that many people die from liver damage and do not get the opportunity he has. He insists he will not treat him again and that makes the patient think his harming ways.
Seokhyeong deals with his ex-wife
Yang Seok-hyeong tells his ex-wife that they should put their relationship behind them
We return to the moment Yang Seok-hyeong’s ex-wife asks if they can have more dinners together. He tells her that he feels bad when he sees her, and it makes him feel uncomfortable. He believes they should put their relationship behind them and move on. She accepts what he is saying, and there’s a small sadness emanating between them.
Others:
Iksun shares her frustrations to Junwan that she felt racism abroad.
Dr Ahn has a chat with Seongwon’s mother
What are your highlights from this episode?
Jeongwon’s confession
Songhwa defending her team
Seokhyeong and Minha’s team work
Ikjun straitens out a patient who is damaging his liver from drinking and discusses the reality of it’s effect
Seokhyeong becomes the lead during band practice
The doctors comforting & telling them the hard truth, patients complimenting & thanking their doctors
Seokhyeong setting a line with his exwife
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That anon gave me an idea for a request. How would The First user react of seeing his child after his s/o gave birth and how would he be with his s/o during pregnancy and then how would he be with his baby. Set in an AU where he didn't have to fight AFO also the other users are also alive and react to become uncles and aunts. Hope this isn't too much! I love ur writing! Keep it up!
First User has a child, All One for All users alive AU
Key:
[f/n] = first name
[s/c] = skin color
[h/l] = hair length
[h/c] = hair color
[e/c] = eye color
A/N: Just to make it easier on myself, I will be referring to the first user as Yuichi. But that is just for this request. Also side note, “Ichi” is the kanji for “one”. Second user will be called Ganji Nishizaka, “Ni” is the kanji for “two”. Third user will be called Wakaba Sans, “San” is the kanji for “three”. Sixth user will be called Okada Roku, “Roku” is the kanji for “six”.
Possible Manga Spoilers ahead?
To say that Shigaraki [f/n] is nervous, is an understatement. She’s only been married for nine years to her husband Shigaraki Yuichi and now she is pregnant. And someone people may say that nine years of marriage is the prefect time to be having kids. But [f/n] doesn't think so. Also having a child is a lot of responsibility that not everyone is ready for.
“Okay little one, how am I going to tell you daddy?” [f/n] wonders to herself as she stands before the mirror of the bathroom.
“Hey, [f/n] are you okay in there?” Asks her long time friend Shimura Nana.
“Yeah, be out in a minute.” [f/n] says taking a deep breath.
[f/n] steps out of the bathroom to see Nana waiting for her in the hall. Nana takes one look at [f/n] before she gasps excitedly. Quickly, [f/n] covers Nana’s mouth.
“Not a word.” [f/n] snaps in a whisper.
“Okay, okay.” Nana whispers softly. “How long?”
“About a week. I had been feeling sick and then I went to the doctors early this morning.”
“By yourself?”
“Yep.”
“How are you going to tell him?”
“Not sure yet. But just dont say anything okay.” [f/n] begs.
“Okay.” Nana nods.
[f/n] smiles softly as she and Nana enter the living room. Yuichi is out with the boys of their friend group; Ganji Nishizaka, Wakaba Sans, Hikage Shinomori, Banjo Daigoro, and Okada Ruko. Apparently it was Daigoro’s idea to have a “guys’ day” and let the girls have time to themselves since they are surrounded by men. And the others agreed since it sounded nice.
“What do you think the boys are doing?” Nana asks.
“Probably at a bar.”
“Poor Shinomori then. He’s probably being forced to pretend he’s someone’s man.”
“You know he enjoys doing that.” [f/n] giggles.
“Yeah but still. Eventually he’s gonna snap and someone’s going to get sent to the hospital and press charges.”
“Doubt that. But I get what you’re saying.”
{A few hours later}
Nana leaves a few minutes before Yuichi returns. Thankfully Yuichi isn’t drunk but there is a huge smile on his face as he sees [f/n]. He wraps his arms around her forcing her into a long hug.
“And what has gotten into you?”
“Missed you.” He says.
“Did you?”
“You didnt miss me?” He asks pretending to be hurt.
[f/n] rolls her [e/c] eyes and says, “Of course I did.”
Yuichi smiles and leans in for a tender kiss. [f/n] smiles into the kiss as she relaxes into his arms. Yuichi slowly pulls away breaking the kiss and stares into [f/n]’s eyes for a moment.
“So, how was your day with Nana?”
“It was good. We just had tea and talked. What did you boys end up doing.”
“Daigoro thought it be fun to take us to new club that opened up. We spent about twenty minutes trying to get Roku inside because he didnt look like he was old enough to go in as far as the bouncer was concerned.” Yuichi explains getting [f/n] to laugh.
“Oh poor Ruko.” [f/n] laughs imagining just how pissed Ruko was and Daigoro, Sans, and Nishizaka laughing their asses off.
“You never did tell me where you went earlier today.” Yuichi says becoming serious.
“Well, I didnt want to worry you. I went to doctors to figure out what was wrong with me. I should have the tests back by the end of the week.” [f/n] lies trying not to bite her lip.
She hates lying to her husband. But for now, until she figures out a way to tell him, she is gonna have to.
{A few days later}
“You still haven’t told him!?” Nana demands over the phone.
“Nana, quiet down.” [f/n] begs. “It’s not easy. I thought you of all people would understand.”
“I do. Which is why you should just tell him. You and I both know Yuichi will be happy knowing he is going to be a father.” Nana says.
“Yeah, yeah I know.” [f/n] sighs.
“You could always ask Shinomori for advice. I mean that’s how I told my husband I was pregnant by going to him.” Nana explains.
“I guess it wouldn’t hurt.” [f/n] nods.
After ended the call with Nana, [f/n] calls Shinomori.
“Hello?” His deep voice resonates from the other line.
“Hey Shinomori, it’s me [f/n]. I need your advice on something.”
“Sure. What you need?”
“Well...the thing is...”
“You’re pregnant aren’t you?”
“Yeah, been for two weeks now.”
“And you haven’t told Yuichi yet?”
“No, which is why I’m calling you. Nana told me that you helped her tell her husband.”
“I did. With Yuichi, I think the easiest way to tell him is buy a baby outfit that looks like his favorite hero.”
“That could work. Thanks, Shinomori.”
“No problem. Happy I could help.”
“Also, I have to know, how are you still not married yet? Seriously you’d make a great husband for someone.”
“I am aware, but I dont think marriage is for me.”
“I understand that, but when was the last time you went on a date or got laid for that matter.”
“Oh, god now your sounding like Daigoro.”
“Hey that’s a valid question as a cornered friend who sees you as a older brother.”
“Much appreciated and I do see you as a sister. Good luck telling Yuichi.”
“Thanks Shinomori.”
{The next day}
Finding the baby outfit of Yuichi’s favorite hero was easy. Now all she has to put is put in a place he’ll find it. That’s when [f/n] recalls that Yuichi has adult onesie of his favorite hero that he wears every once and while. She finds that onesie and lays it and the baby outfit on the bed. She also adds the test from the doctors to confirm it. With that done, all she needs to do now is wait.
Yuichi comes home from work a hour later. He greets [f/n] like he normally does with a smile, a kiss, and a hug. After which he heads into the bedroom to change and get comfortable.
Watching him head into their room, she waits for his reaction. Hearing footsteps she looks to see him come back into the kitchen holding the onesie with tears in his eyes.
“A-A-Are we really?”
“We are.” [f/n] nods with a smile.
Yuichi breaks down into tears as he grabs [f/n] into a hug and swings her around. He laughs while she yelps. He plants a kiss on her lips completely overwhelmed in joy.
{Telling the others}
“YES!” Daigoro cheers. “More children for us to spoil!”
“About time.” Nishizaka shrugs.
“Finally mini Yuichis!” Sans jokes.
“What about mini [f/n]s?” Asks Roku.
“You’ll both be great parents.” Shinomori says with a smile.
“Agreed. Picked our the godparents yet?” Nana asks.
“Shinomori and you for sure.” [f/n] says.
“HAHA Yes!” Nana cheers.
“I’d be honored.”
“Hey a kid can have more than two godparents.” Daigoro says a bit hurt he wasn't chosen.
“You’re the fun uncle remember?” Asks Ruko.
“Oh right.” Daigoro smiles.
{During the pregnancy}
[f/n] is surprised how much Yuichi involves himself in the pregnancy. Like, WOW, he is involved. He reads a lot of parenting books and researches tons of baby stuff. He brings up a few things he’s learned with [f/n] to see if she might be willing to try them. It’s a little endearing, but [f/n] doesn’t mind. She knows that he is just excited and nervous.
Also Yuichi has been handling her hormones, carvings, and mood swings pretty well. Of course, [f/n] can’t help but think he might be venting to Shinomori or Nana’s husband to help get through it. And if he is, well [f/n] can’t blame him.
There is also the fact that Yuichi has taken over getting the baby’s room ready. They still dont know the gender because they want it to be a surprise.
“H-Hey, Yuichi can you rub my feet?” [f/n] asks as they sit on the couch.
“Sure.” Yuichi says moving toward her feet.
“Thank you.” [f/n] says beginning to fall asleep.
“You’re welcome my love.” Yuichi says leaning to plant a kiss on [f/n]’s cheek.
{When the baby is born}
Needless to say, [f/n] thought she broke Yuichi’s hand during the birth. However she is pleasantly surprised to find that she didn’t. Of course Yuichi admits that her grip did hurt. Holding their, newly born son, [f/n] tries to hold the tears back.
Their son has his father’s hair, green eyes, but your [s/c] skin and your mother’s oddly symmetrical freckles.
“What do you want to name him?” [f/n] asks Yuichi.
“Hmm...Izuku.” Yuichi says.
“After your grandfather?”
“Yep.”
“Alright then. Shigaraki Izuku it is.”
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Okay, so I probably should have done this headcannon style, but then I thought, why not try writing it as a short? And once I started I couldn’t stop. Also thank you Anon for this request and I hope you like it.
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#one for all past users#one for all#first one for all user#second one for all holder#third one for all holder#shinomori hikage#daigoro banjo#sixth one for all user#nana shimura#mha x reader
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a long , long time
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hasn't been read through so please ignore the mistakes please
this is sorta a continued of ROSE , but can be read by its self
How ?
How can you do this ? How are you going to keep going ? Why did he do this ? Why leave you ? Why leave his daughter ? why her , why is it always her ?
you dont know how your going to do this ,you dont know how your gonna cop being a single parent , you dont know how you are going to do it alone ,. More importantly how are you going to get over him ?
How are you ever going to get over Steve Rogers ?
one thing is for sure , you have to for the sake of your daughter . Even though you will never love another , because Steve no matter what will always be your first and only love and that why it hurts so much .But you need to at least be strong for your daughter , she just lost her father.
Time , time is all you need .
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it was a random Sunday , at a random park where Steve sat , He knows that he has just when back to ever one , but he hasn't showed his face yet. He looked around the park as the tree rustle against the wind as the odd person or two passes by . At this moment he feels peace .He had lived a beautiful life , with the women he truly loves and he wouldn't change .A life with Peggy , a life in his time was everything Steve wanted and got .
But for him the last 8 years or so haven't been easy , with old age playing effect on him ,the snap and the death of his love he was mostly been by himself . leaving him more time to think about them , her , you , his daughter . wonder what it would be like if he stay , how you are , did you meet some one else ? the thought sickens steve your his wife ... wait was his wife and what about his daughter he doesn't want another man raiser her .But what thats what it like now he made his choice and no matter what life he picked , it would always be filled with what ifs / and questions , theory on how he life would of went .
He buried the memory of you and his daughter for so long , Peggy never knew he had a daughter or a wife . His other children never know that there have a sister who is the same age as their grandchildren . He never thought about you , not untill it came to the years where he knew some place in the world right now , you and his younger self where together , meeting , working , dating , married , a child all together . And now your by your self .
on the days like when he asked you to marry him , got married he thought about you all day , was so so temper to go and see you and him self , but it was to risky . he remember everything , every detail to your hair , dress , your shocked face when he got on his knee . the small tear that rolled down your cheek where saying your “i dos “ . He would sit there on those days buying a single rose and drawing you.
even on the day you were born you never left his mind , he find it quiet funny and sad on that day , thinking this is the day his wife was born , but also all the pain that was to come your way , that he couldnt do anyhing about
But htere were days like the 7th of January 2020 were he couldn't just sit there by himself with his thoughts . He made his way to a random hospital in Brooklyn . He sat outside on a bench for hours , people would pass by ask if was okay an odd nurse or too would come up and ask if he was a patience . unknowingly to them his daughter , his eldest , yet youngest chronologically was being born . He sat there for hours thinking and remembering , the first time he holded her , her first steps , the annoyed look on your face when her first word was “pa “ , he remember how happy he was , he swears he never smiled so wide so happy , spinning his daughter around promising her the world because she said dad first . He chucked at the memory . He left sortly after not getting a glance at you or his daughter since he could risk seeing his self .
that was roughly three years ago and on that day every year he would celebrate in one why . he would also send her a gift which he knows he should but he couldn't stop him self .
Now he sits here on this bench, knowing soon he will have to see everyone well at least Bruce and Bucky to tell them not his okay an nothing went wrong . He was so lost in his thoughts he didnt notice the little girl run passed and trip over a rock right in frount of him
the girl had pushed her hands ifrount of her to try and save her self and let out a little cry . Steve got up the fastest her could , he reach of her hand and helped her up , while looking around to see if there was anyone running after her , not yet anyway .
the little girl was now up on her feet , with small sniffles . Her hair was long and blonde covering her face in all different direction . Her little hands trying to push her hair out of her face . Steve kneeled down to help her .
“ are you ok....”
he stop , his old heart began to beat face , his eyes wide
“ Sarah ?”
the sight of his daughter broke him , he didnt realise how much he missed her , his first child , the one he promise to always be around .
“ hmm “ was the onlt thing that came out of her . she glanced up to meet steves eyes . Blue meet blue , the same blue
Hers widen , in shook , she looked like she was about to cry .
“ h ... how do yo. you know ..my ..n..name “ she coked on every word , taking her time .
Steve was silent he didn't know what to say , the fact that his daughter that he left behind was right infrount of him.
her mouth only widen as she brought her tiny hand up towards steve face and pointed at his teary eyes .
“ y.. you ... you stole my daddy's eyes “ her little face scrunched up angerly
he slighlt chuckled shaking his head “ n..no i didnt blue “
her hand quickly wet to her side at the name
“wh... onli daddy cowlds me t..hat “
“ i.. i know “ his tears now fully streaming downs his eyes .
“how?” she asked quickly
“be..because ..” he truly didnt know what to say
“ your my daddy ?”
he forget how smart she was , she may only be three but even Tony said shell grew up to be a genius and has the smartest around about an 8 year old the least time there checked
he nodded his head in relief , the little girl only seem to grow anger as she place her hand on his cheek .
“liar .. my daddy is young .... my daddy will hurt you .... my daddy is c.cap .. amwerica he .. does good ..and doesn't liek liars “ but then she paused for a moment her eyes grew red and her lip trembled “b...but his a li..liar ... he l...my daddy ..left me “
and with that she fell to the ground with aloud sob , and Steve went with her , both crying on the floor
“ h..”
“mm im sorry blue ...but i am your .. daddy ?” he knows he shouldn't but he couldn't help it his little girl right there crying over him , his heart is breaking and dying
“how could i ever leave her ? “but he did
“ho.. how ?” you looked up
he stay silent how do you tell you daughter you left her and her mother to grow old with some one else.
“ how do i know your .. not lying ?”he glared at him . the same expression she shares with you , he let out a small chuckled , his daughter asking all the right question , she she so much like you .
“ i call .. you blue be..because we both .. have blue eyes “ a small smile placed on his lips , at the memory of finding the perfect nickname of his daughter .
she just nodded in agreement staring him down . he smile shiftig on his bony knees .
“ yo.. your first word was pa ... your birthday is 7th of January , you cant go to sleep with out piggy .. yo..you favoit food is cookie .. double double chocolate chips that antie nat makes .... you love that silly little show that .. “
“the song “ she cut him off
“what ?” he titled his head
“ if you are really my daddy .. you know the song “ her eyes soften almost coming to terms that he is her father
he paused for a mintes , cold tears falling from his eyes , every memory , everytime he song her to sleep with the song , the song that was your and his first dance together as husband and wife
“it ... its” he could trust his own words , his voice he was so emotional he was sure hes old fragil body would give away .
“ its .. its been a . long .. long time “ he closer his eyes in a temper to clear his vision as he sung the melody
“never thought that you would be standing here so close to me ,
theres so much i feel that i should say
but words can wait untill some other day
kiss me once the kiss me twist
then kiss me one again
its been a long long time
haven't felt like this my dear
since cant remember when
you'll never know how many dreams
iv dreamed about you
or just how empty there seem with out you
so kiss me once then kiss me twist
then kiss me once again “
he paushed on ever word , every line , a thousand memory and emotions , him meaning every word as he looked into the yes of his daughter , that he had missed so much , the same blue eys he shared . The ones that have grown to accept that he is her father , her papa , her daddy .
with both teary eyes ,cold stinging cheeks against the hash wind on he ground of a random park , on a random Sunday , there finish the song together meaning very word , as father and daughter
“its been a long , long time “
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Hi, can you write a headcanon or a scenario about Todoroki Shouto having a girlfriend and he introduced her to his parents. Like how would Endeavor react to know that his beloved son already has a girlfriend. Thank you so much 😊😘
todoroki shouto x fem!reader
warnings: endeavor LOL, fluff?, shouto and reader are like 25 btwwwww
word count: 1,882
a/n: so this is probably going to be my last fic for this week… i dont know, im moving back up to college and i was lazy and didnt get the number of requests needed done before hand… anyways anon, i really appreciated this ask it was super fun and interesting to write about because it really depended on my viewpoint of endeavor and shoutos future relationship. anyways so sorry this is late!!!! I had to go to the hospital because I had an allergic reaction to something LOL
“Are you sure this dress is appropriate? I don’t want to feel overdressed!”
You were studying at yourself in the mirror with the tenth outfit you had tried on today. Shouto, who had approved of your summer floral dress, was taking you to introduce you to his family–well, his parents as you already met his siblings–after a bit over a year of dating. You sighed as Shouto called out his admiration of your outfit and carried that you had to be leaving soon if you didn’t want to be late.
You knew that Shouto was nervous to be on time because his mother was going to be there. Todoroki Rei had been released from the psychiatric hospital a few months ago and was settling back into the world. Had it been just Endeavor, well you weren’t sure if Shouto would have even agreed to go. Their relationship had definitely matured since Endeavor retired from being a Pro-Hero, but Shouto has still not forgiven him for anything.
Mumbling curses about your indecisiveness, you slipped on a pair of white wedges and stared at your reflection. Your makeup was done, minimalistic jewelry in place, hair was styled in your favorite semi-formal way, and your outfit was cute. Smiling to your reflection, you grabbed your purse and walked off to where Shouto was waiting for you.
Shouto stood leaning on the hallway’s wall wearing black pants that accented his long legs, a coffee-colored blazer that made you want him to wear the color more often, and a plain copper-colored t-shirt under the blazer. “Mm,” Shouto approved happily as you gave a quick twirl, “You look stunning.”
“You don’t look too shabby either,” You respond as Shouto twirls you into his chest, his lips immediately connecting with yours and you smiled into the kiss. Feeling Shouto’s fingers tangling into your locks.
“Don’t you dare.” You warn as Shouto’s mouth trails down your neck, you did not need any hickies appearing moments before meeting Rei and Endeavor.
“Fine,” Shouto relents as he pushes you away from his body, a smirk on his face as he stares at you. “You have got to wear this dress for a date next time.”
“I’ll think about it.” You reply as you clutch your boyfriend’s hand with yours leading him out of the apartment and to whatever restaurant everyone had agreed to meet up at.
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You were smiling way too much.
Not in a good way either, but a bad way. This dinner outing was terribly awkward.
Endeavor–Todoroki-san–was sitting directly across from you at the end of the table, Fuyumi next to him with her girlfriend sitting next to her. Natsuo was the furthest away from Todoroki-san and had even placed his girlfriend directly across from him. You glanced over at Shouto who was talking with his mother, Rei, who sat next to him since you felt awkward taking the spot you knew Shouto wanted more.
So there you sat in a cute floral summer dress in shocking juxtaposition to the very formal looking Todoroki family, hell even Natsuo’s girlfriend was more formal appearing and she was wearing a club outfit. But there you sat smiling away whenever Todoroki-san’s eyes met yours.
God was he intimidating even without the flames coming out of his hair and beard.
“So, y/l/n, Shouto tells me that you’re not a Pro-Hero.” Todoroki-san finally states after the Todoroki siblings momentarily paused in their feuding over what was the worst way anyone of them was teased for their white hair.
Your head snapped over to Todoroki-san, your voice suddenly carrying no sound as you attempted to explain what it is that you did for a living. “I’m a, uh, I’m a–” You said attempting to find the words you were seeking, and you felt Shouto’s hand lay reassuringly onto your lap. “I’m a lawyer over at Deku’s Pro-Hero Agency.”
It was a job you were mighty damn proud of, your boss, being Midoriya Izuku was a total sweetheart and was an impressive client with cases that hardly needed you to have excruciating amounts of evidence for.
“And what might your quirk be?”
“Endeavor–” Shouto snapped, absolutely not okay with this questionnaire, it was a family dinner, not an interrogation on you after all.
“Recall.” You answer back suddenly not nervous, easing yourself with your nerves of steel to take on your boyfriend’s unyielding father. “I can recall anything and everything I’ve experienced with 100-percent-perfection, and can, in fact, present them to other individuals. It makes me an amazing asset to have, because most Pro-Heroes, as you may recall, deal with cases caused by altered communication.” You paused grabbing Shouto’s hand from your lap and giving it a reassuring squeeze. “Having me as the head lawyer makes people completely honest unless they are not aware of my quirk because as Deku-san’s lawyer they can not lie to us, as I can always bring up said events in court.”
Todoroki-san pulls away from his intense stare at you and does what you believe to see as a nod. But this small interaction caused Shouto to immediately switch seats with you, letting you sit next to Rei who gladly struck up a conversation with you that lasted through the entire night with dexterity.
At the end of the dinner, you actually were smiling out of joy. You really did enjoy Shouto’s sibling’s interactions, there hardly was a dull moment. Rei had been lovely to speak to, and being able to talk to the women Shouto loved more than anyone in the world was something that made you genuinely delighted. Things were going great.
The eight of you at the table eventually finished up dinner and were getting ready to retreat home, you went around and hugged everyone at the table, except Todoroki-san, and was delighted to have Rei hug you tightly.
“Take care of my baby boy, will you?” She whispered as she held you close, and you wordlessly nodded. “My biggest mistake in life was not being strong enough for him, but I think you are more than plenty strong.”
You felt your heart skip a painful beat as you pulled away, but there was still a joyful smile on Rei’s face as she went to hug Shouto. As Shouto placed a hand on your lower back ready to walk off with you into the night, someone called out for you.
“Y/l/n-san,” Todoroki-san spoke, and you turn your head to look at the head male of the family who seemed to be wearing a different expression then the cold look he seemed to adorn the entire evening. “Would you accompany me for a walk before you leave with my son.”
The entire group seems focused on your response, and you felt Shouto rearing to tell his father off and say you didn’t have to accompany you anywhere. Only you placed a hand on Shouto’s stomach and smiled up at your boyfriend who did not think well of his father’s invitation before he could react. “I would like that.”
You give a quick kiss to Shouto as you followed Todoroki-san out the door and into the night.
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The two of you walked in eery silence for a long time, your hands fastened in front of your body, ready for any question coming your way.
“If Shouto had introduced a girl like you to me years ago, I probably would have flipped,” Todoroki-san spoke finally, and you glanced up to see your boyfriend’s father staring up into the sky. “I’m well aware you know about what type of childhood Shouto lived, and your opinion on me as his father.”
“You don’t know my opinion.” You say in response, unsure of what he meant by that phrase, but it was something you did not wish to have put into your mouth.
“It’s the same as Midoriya-san’s, Yaoyorozu-san’s, Iida-san’s…” He paused probably only having remembered three of the influential friends that Shouto had, and you laughed softly knowing that you did, for the most part, agree with those three’s opinion on Todoroki Enji, but where they wanted Shouto to forgive and move on, you wanted Shouto to do what he felt was best. Sometimes those Pro-Heroes were a bit too selfless.
“I am a bit different from them,” You say honestly, meeting Todoroki-san’s gaze as you nod your head, “Whereas Shouto’s friends believe he should forgive you, I think that Shouto should choose whatever he feels like doing. Be it one day he hates you, or the next he doesn’t, I will support him regardless of my personal opinions towards you.”
He lets out a dry chuckle that held zero amusement to it.
“That is fair.” He agrees.
“I know it is.” You respond.
“I know you may not believe me, and I don’t blame you if you don’t, but I am trying hard to make things work.” He says gently, as if not to alarm you.
“By hosting dinner with your children’s significant others, and going as far as worrying the entire table when you asked questions that most people at the very least wait until after a proper conversation to have?” You inputted and Todoroki rolled his eyes, and you could not help but feel the same energy you got when Shouto got annoyed being replicated by his father.
“I’m sorry about that, it’s hard to turn the switch off sometimes.”
“And again, my opinion doesn’t matter,” You repeat, “I will abide by Shouto’s feelings and opinions, not my own when it comes to you.”
You can now see the Todoroki clan waiting for the two of you by the restaurant’s entrance as you have circled back.
The two of you walk in silence as you near closer and closer.
Moments before the two of you are in speaking distance to the group, Todoroki mutters something to you that you can’t help but take as a win.
“For what it’s worth, I’m glad my son found someone like you,” Todoroki grumbles at you, “You make him happy, even I can tell that, even if your quirks are highly incompatible. Please keep him happy and love him, for both Rei and I.”
You stopped walking as Todoroki continued on, and you watched as Shouto walked over to you, his eyes darting back to his father’s retreating body as his sister, her girlfriend, and her mother. Natsuo and his girlfriend crossing the street and disappearing into the night.
You smiled warmly at Shouto who grabbed your arms, quickly studying your form as he checked for any and all signs of fighting or annoyance. “What did he say to you?”
You don’t respond as you go instead for a bold kiss, your arms snaking around his neck as he kisses you back. You sigh contently into Shouto’s mouth as he presses you softly onto his body. Your head tilts to the side as you deepen the kiss for mere moments before breaking apart with a rosy-cheeked grin.
Looking at him, you Recalled the memory, or at the very least the end part.
“Please keep him happy and love him, for both Rei and I.” Todoroki’s voice echoed in the memory you presented to Shouto and despite any harboring negative feelings Shouto may have had he smiles fondly.
“You do that perfectly already.”
i know i am typically really critical of endeavor because,,, yes, but i decided while i kept my criticalness of his character, I chose another route besides his typical: “fuck your girlfriend shouto! reproduce asexually please” because if shouto is introducing someone to his fam they are perfect, sorry but i dont make the rules
bonus!
“What would you have done in the worst case scenario of Endeavor not liking me?” You asked Shouto as the two of you were getting ready for bed.
“Probably would have told him off among other things.” Shouto admitted with a shrug as he wrapped his arms around your waist and placed his chin on your shoulder.
“Telling him off and other things?” You question not all that sure what exactly your boyfriend meant by other things.
Shouto nodded pulling you in closer to his body as he chuckled, “My father is traditional, what better way of showing him that no amount of disapproval towards you will ever make me want you any less.” His lips gently touched the side of your neck with every word causing you to laugh.
“You spicy little rebel you.” You tease as Shouto smirks.
“Would you let this spicy little rebel show you to bed?”
“I approve of said action.”
And with that, he whisked you away.
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Stay Safe (Early Years)
Summary- 3.7k Curtis Everett x Y/N. Curtis is appointed by McGregor as second and preparing for the McGregor Riots. Traumatic almost Non Con event described. Written by request for @that-damn-girl. Thank you so much for your love of Curtis babes. This is a complete rewrite, I have another version that I might post later as a “this could have been what happened between these two” lol.
Curtis sat among the men, his back braced against the wall, listening. They were collected to hurry to Gilliams, which could only mean one thing. McGregor got word somehow about the next part of the plan, for the revolt. The revolt they been planning for the past two years, Curtis had just been allowed to join McGregors inner circle, and now he leaned forward to see a map of the train cars and McGregor had his finger on one. "The water car. This here is where we gotta get past. From what this map says, there is only one water car.”
Curtis scanned the map, but it was so dirty and worn, it was hard to tell what else they were looking at. It seemed a good portion of the front end was sleeper cars, entertainment cars. The middle, working class. They were growing food, making goods, and what also looked like hospital cars. Then a few storage cars and finally water. It made no sense to Curtis why they would have the water car so far back, just before the prison. Shouldnt it be near the front?
“Okay, so we go take the water car, or get past it?” Another member asked, shrugging. “Its like 7 cars to get up to the water car. How much further do you want to go McGregor?” Absently McGregor scratched at his beard, thinking. “What do you think Gilliam, make it the goal to get up to at least these food cars? We need it, desperately. They been halving our rations for some time now.”
“Tactic to weaken us.” Gilliam sighed, rubbing his face and leaning forward slightly on his cane. “They know were gonna feed our children first. Weve already proven that ages ago.” The mans rheumy eyes glanced at Curtis, who looked away from the gaze.
Curtis’s placed his palm against his arm, easily feeling the scar through the fabric of his jacket. Most everyone... The guilt of his actions in the past flashed across his face momentarily before going back to his cold demeanor. Clearing his throat, he spoke up. “Where did you even get this intel anyways? Does anyone know if this map is accurate?”
“Its accurate, I paid dearly for this, and lets leave it at that.” McGregor gruffly stated, agitated that he would be questioned. Curtis quieted his questions as McGregor continued, laying out the rest of the plan. Which was simple enough. The ones in the first row would charge the meager amount of guards who did the daily head count, and get a hold of there weapons. Keep one alive, that was the important part. They needed his accessibility to open the doors. “Remember, Keep at least one alive, prefer two though. Just in case.” He stressed to all of them. “Not a word to anyone either. This will all stay hush until were finally ready.”
“When is that gonna be?” Curtis decided to question again, and Gilliam this time answered. “Its almost new years, and there will be more activity back here.” The whole group groaned. Every year Minister Mason brought the tail end boiled eggs, and did a long winded speech in several languages about how Wilford was the divine and merciful. “So after we cross the bridge and do the tail end mockery, we will start.” Gilliam rubbed at his face. “Okay, leave me now. I need to rest.”
With shuffles the people started to filter out, when McGregor stalled Curtis from leaving, leaving just the three men left in Gilliams space. “Curtis, we needed to speak with you specifically.” McGregor said, and Gilliam nodded in confirmation.
“What?” Curtis asked, his brows arching in question.
“Im tempted to keep you from going son, simply because if something happens to me, I need you to take up this cause.” McGregor tapped on the map. And Curtis shook his head in confusion as to what he is saying.
“I dont understand, nothing is going to happen, were going to make it to the food cars.” Curtis stated with conviction.
“We probably will, but we also need to be realistic here Curtis. If we dont get that far, there needs someone to take right over and keep this up with Gilliam. Getting the people out of this cage is the most important. I know your young son, but people already respect you. Your cool headed and smart, I know I will be leaving it in capable hands. And its just a precaution. Plan B.” McGregor explained. “And no one but Gilliam knows, so dont go mentioning it to anyone.”
Curtis nods, still trying to process, and he looks between the two men. “Im not sitting this out, I refuse to. Weve come to far to sit it out.” and the two other men shook there head.
“We already figured you refuse to sit out, but your not gonna be in the very front in that initial charge, your going to bring along the rest until we at least get enough weapons in hand.” Curtis was glowering already at this news and before he could say anything, Gilliam said sharply. “Curtis its already settled. You will do this cause Im asking you to.”
Blue eyes that were enraged shut down at those words, and he gave a nod. Turning, he ducked out, stuffing his hands in his jacket pockets, lost in his thoughts as he weaved around the people doing there usual activities. When a holler caught his attention, and lifting his gaze, he saw you with a whole pile of kids racing down the aisle. Grabbing one into a hug, your tickled him and he squealed, making all the kids twist back like a flock. They all tackled you, and you mocked scream, tumbling out of sight into a bunk with them. His worries temporarily set aside, he made his way down to where you all disappeared.
“Y/N, you still alive in there?” He ducked down enough to look in, and your hand shot out to grab ahold of his, which he pulled you out, your face flush with laughter, and you grab a hold of his coat to steady yourself. “With those little hellions? Never... they make me so proud, I raised them to be ruthless.” Giggling while you are still trying to catch your breath and you wag a finger in the bunk. “You all better be hidden when I come back.” Hooking your arm through Curtis’s, you pull him away, still brushing your hair from your face and smiling up at him.
“Where you been all day?” you questioned as the two of you walk away from the bunk, and the kids scramble out to go hide away from you, you glance over your shoulder to take notice where they are headed, not that there was many options for them to go. As long as they werent disturbing other people to much. Turning back to Curtis, you tilt your head to look up and study him, his face was clouded and agitated, you could see where he was tensing his jaw enough to tic, something was certainly on his mind.
Giving you a side ways glance, he gave just one word and then it all clicked for you. “Gilliams.” Of course, not that you were exactly privy to it, but you heard the whispers making there way through the train. It was like a match sparked being thrown on gasoline, snaking its way among the people, giving them all hope, and restlessness. Already you seen a spike in your parents clinic of people getting into mild fights. Dabbing away at the cuts and scrapped knuckles, warning them to keep clean as possible cause infections set in so easily.
It was a ignited fire that was only getting hotter with time.
You press your shoulder against his to drag more words out of him. “What else Curtis?” He looks like hes about to say more, working the words up from his chest, his eyes sharp in there resolve, and before he can open his mouth to fill you in, McGregor comes up from behind, and clasps Curtis’s shoulder in greeting. “Hey you two, coming up to the front soon? They are about to hand out protein bars.” A look, one that you very well caught, passed between them. An uneasy feeling sinking in your chest.
“Yea, we will be headed up soon.” Curtis snaps a bit at him, and you wrinkle your brow at the odd interaction. Curtis watched McGregors retreating back, and tugged you lightly off to a small cubby, you stumbling into the out of the way place between the pipework that crisscrossed in the space between some bunks. “Curtis? what is this about?”
“Listen to me Y/N, shits about to happen. And its gonna be just what youve been hearing. Im sure you and your folks will be part of clean up, but promise me you wont leave this car till weve made it through, okay?” Curtis’s eyes searched yours looking for confirmation, anything that you were going to listen to him. A slight nod is given, and you pick at your hands before reaching out, and fisting your hands in his jacket.
“Dont fucking get killed either Curtis, promise me that, okay? I know your going to insist on going.” So matter of fact, you knew your friend, he wouldnt be able to live with himself otherwise. You watched him for years punish himself for his desperate acts in the past. That fear that anyone would hold it against him, the way he grasp at his arm when he thought it was all to good for him. You knew, Curtis still hadnt forgiven himself.
“I wont, I promise...” Fake promises, he couldnt look you in the eyes when he said this, no one could never know if they will return once they leave this car, but your look made the man ache in his chest. How he wished he could bring back that smile you had on just minutes earlier. You shined, a softness in all this hellish darkness. You have been there for him since the beginning, you came right out of that darkness from where you were hiding with Mat and fell to your knees, trying to stop the bleeding where he tried to cut off his arm. Curtis didnt even know how to react that day, when you at 13 showed more compassion then any of the others did, then he did. Your eyes wide in your fear, and yet you refused to pull away from him “Its okay, you dont have to do this, see?” Your words still echoed through him.
It just continued, always you were piecing him back together again, seeking him out to wrap an arm around him when he missed human touch, making sure he felt you vibrate against him in your laughter when you leaned against him, your grin seeking his to flutter for a moment on his lips, teasing voice singing his name.The times your tears soaked on his shoulder, your hug rattling in his hold as your sadness penetrated the anger. When did it all really matter that much he held onto you like a life line? His life line. At some point for him, you crossed that line as just friend. And he felt it blossom through him with a heated desire he never felt before. What would it be like.... to have you as truly his? Forever his? You were just to good for the like of him. He would be a dark mark on you, scrubbing forever to rub out his stain.
Curtis didnt know how it happened, but in that moment, he had to know. Had to know if you were just as soft in his arms as you were strong, and his hands moved to cup your face, your cheeks fingers pressing back into your hair, and that was just what he imagined, silken tendrils wrapping around his fingers. You went wide eyed in those seconds, and yet never pulled away as if he was scaring you in any way. Your eyes softened for him, and when he pulled you in closer, your head tipped to meet him. That first touch, a soft press of lips was innocent sweetness, soft brushes of lips and breaths.
Your innocence certainly made him continue forward gently, a tilt of his head and soft nibbles on your lip, a press of his tongue made you open in surprise and he let that kiss deepen. You were clumsy in it, always a little behind, but Curtis led you with encouraging strokes, the whole sensation dragged out a moan from you, a flush of your body pressing into his. His hands tightened slightly in your hair, and breaking from you, his forehead leaning against yours with soft pants shared between you. No you werent his, but what he wouldnt give for you to be. He was still trying to calm the fire you laced through him in that kiss.
“I promise... I will come back Y/N” Crystal blue eyed promises now, and you accepted it far better this time, your lips still tingling from the contrast of soft kisses and brush of bristling beard, to his tongue filling your mouth, laying claim to you as his.
But havent you really been his for a while? Even when you didnt know it, he was your safety, your dark guardian.
Always looking out for you, protecting you.
Drawing your way out, you are sure to slide the curtain closed for your patients privacy, and start making another round to see to other people, chat with them, just see if they need anything in general. You dont notice the wandering eyes following you, weaving through the people till you got to a quieter part of the tail end. You didnt notice, not until its to late when an arm shoots out in front of you, making you pause momentarily as it blocked you. “What the... Eric, what do you want?” You try to duck under his arm, but the mans grasp on your arm pauses you. A glance his way showed a handsome young man, blond locks curling around green eyes, that glinted coldly at you, and he firmly without any choice of your own backed you against the wall. “See youve been playing little home nurse again Y/N”
“Just helping mom and dad, can you please let go?” You try tugging your arm from his grasp and his other hand came up to your face to trace the curve, obviously not ready to loosen his hold, for whatever reason you would clam up around him, your heart fluttering and your breath quickening. Some would think it was innocent attraction. But it was more fear of what he would eventually do to you if given the chance.
“When you going to let me kiss you huh? I dont see why you keep fighting me on this.” He hovered closer, his breath washing over your face and you wrinkle your nose at it. It was hot and sour to you, you tried to pull back but there was no where else to go, so the back of your head would thump against the cold metal wall.
“Im not, I dont want to and you cant change my mind.” You wriggle once more trying to get him to stop digging into your arm. “So how about you go find one of the other girls? I know there are plenty who want to be with you.”
“To easy, I rather like the one who denies me” His voice dropped deeper, making you panic sightly. His eyes, you hated the way he would stare at you, following you from wherever he was, like you were a prize to be had. "I figured it's about time I change your mind about it though." You strain out of his touch on your face and go to push against his chest to stumble him back.
"I said no! Fuck no would I ever be with you, let alone kiss you" you snap at him, turning to leave, put distance between you two, back in a crowd. Eric was to coward to try to anything with people around. He snarled though, wrapping an arm around you.
Effectively he pinned your arms helpless and your back against your chest, falling back harder then you expected, making you helpless, his hand clasped over your mouth, effectively muffling any protests you had. "What you think your to good for someone like me sweetheart. If your good enough to get Curtis's dick wet, think you can mine as well without this much of a fight." Your eyes widened at his words. I haven't, were not, stop!... Just friends, you think in as your panic is washing over you, and he manipulated your head to fall back to his shoulder, you try twisting out. Then he pressed his face in your neck, and bit you, what started as a sloppy kiss turned into a bruising bite, yelping at the shock of pain and you try kicking him hard enough in the leg behind you to drop him. The tread of your boot slid down the inside of his leg, and he pushed you away from him to crash you against the trains wall, hard enough to bounce you off, making you groan from the harsh impact.
Erics hand whipped you around, effectively pinning you with his body. No way to leverage a kick again, and hands pinned your arms down to keep from attacking. "Fucken shit head!" Your voice raised into yelling at him, where was everyone? It was eerily quiet and no one around, he smirked at your struggles, dawning on you when you saw how turned on, felt how turned on. That foreign bulge dug into your belly. "Keep struggling Y/N, just makes me hard for you, so cute thinking you don't want this."
"Your vile Eric, like those front end pigs" nothing but disgust dripping from your tone, trying to hide your fear. But he knows, it just widens his predatory grin knowing your words were masking the fear coursing through your veins. His lips hovered so close, mocking tone as he brushed them barely against yours, as you tried tilting your face away. “Come on Y/N, just one little kiss for me. Do it and I will let you go.”
You glare at him and spit, right in the fuckers face, it runs down his eyes and nose, and you smirk at him as he starts cussing and wiping his face on his sleeve. “You little fucking cunt whore! Nasty pig think you can get away with that shit?!” His hand releases you and goes to hit you when a grasp catches his wrist, wrenching it back. Both yours and Erics eyes go wide in surprise, and you see Curtis glowering behind him, firmly twisting Erics arm hard, then harder again he snarls out. “She sure as fuck is gonna get away with it. I think she told you no”
Curtis jerked Erics arm further and a crack was followed by Eric screaming and letting you go, you slid away from his grasp, Curtis jerking him forward to take where he had you pinned before. They were evenly matched in size, but Curtis had him crushed between his body and metal, his face distorted as you glanced up. It struck you in this moment just how opposite these two men were. Curtis never once raised his voice in the time youve known him,but he had to raise above Erics squealing out in pain and anger. “When a person tells you no, It fucking mean no. You owe Y/N an apology.” He pulled Eric off the wall, and kicked at the back of his knees to drop him in front of you.
Curtis loomed over him, his arm still firmly twisted up between his shoulder blades, and growled in the mans ear. “Say it, or Im going to wrench it right off your body.”
“Im sorry!” you could see the effort it took Eric to say it, but Curtis clearly wasnt satisfied.
“AGAIN!” This time he really roared, Eric cowering a bit, and remorseful, he started again.
“Im sorry Y/N, I promise to never touch you again!” Curtis glances at you and nods that its okay, he had him firmly and you stepped forward, grasping the mans hair, and tipping his head back.
“Touch me ever again, or ANYONE on this train, your dead, do you hear me Eric? I will have no problem watching you die, either by my hand or another. Am. I. Fucking. CLEAR?”
“Yes! god yes, just let me go, it wont happen again.” Eric pleads, and you step away from Eric, and circle around to Curtis’s side. Shoving him harshly away, Eric rolled to a stand and clutched his arm, racing away as fast as he could. The coward, would probably make up some lie to cover face when he made it to your father to reset the arm. You stood next to Curtis, still fuming. Your fear from earlier forgotten, now you were just enraged watching where the coward disappeared.
“Hey, he aint gonna try messing with you again.” Curtis let his hand rest against your shoulder, looking down at you.
And thats what Curtis always did, he never expected more from you, not a thank you, not any kind of favor. He simply needed you to be safe, that was all he ever asked for from you. It was something that you could give him, he so desperately needed.
You lick your lip, they are still swollen from the kiss, and you blush just a bit at the memory of his mouth on yours. He tipped his head, letting his thumb brush lightly on your cheek and he moved to kiss your forehead.
“Thank you for that Y/N.” and you shifted in closer to press your face against his chest, your arms sliding around his torso, just holding him, memorizing this feeling right here, cause your first kiss, shook the words right out of you.
You didnt know what would happen in the days to come, but you knew that right now, things between you two changed, having finally crossed that line.
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WARNING: eye gore!!, violence
Disclaimer: this is..... an au where guy fieri isnt a cool and chill dude that just likes food. i am very sorry for what i do to him in this. i dont mean it and if the cops knock at my door i will blame it on hussie
word count: about 3.7k. i am so sorry
context
john gets kidnapped by his mom
dave doesnt panic
Los Angeles, CA, Wednesday
“No matter what happens, nobody cancels the premiere,” you say. “Okay? No matter what’s in the news. No matter how bad it gets. The movie drops on Thursday, and people are gonna watch it. Got it? This is a scare tactic and we’re not falling for it. Even if the world is ending, we are premiering this movie and going through with the promo. With or without me.”
Catalena, your manager, has been with you for too long to think that you’re joking. She was who flew you in from Houston to LA back when you were twenty, who let you sleep on your couch until you made enough money to get an apartment, who thought that the message you had for the world was one worthy of her help. She knows that all of this is real, and that she can’t stop you.
Her face says, Dave, you’re scaring me. Her mouth says, “You got it. Could you at least tell me… what you think is going to be in the news that would make us not premiere it?”
“Something bad,” you say. “Hopefully, anyway.”
She tilts her head. “Are you faking your death?”
“Lalonde and I are gonna disappear for a sec,” you say. “How people interpret that is gonna be up to them.”
“Not like you to leave things up to chance,” Catalena says. “Some will think it’s elaborate PR.”
“That’s why I’m only telling you. Lalonde and I are gonna frame this to look serious, and no one else is gonna know what’s going on. You keep your cool, but don’t let anyone know that you’re in on it.”
“I mean, I barely am.” She gives you a Look, a capital L Look, then sighs and nods. “Fine. So if I hear about your presumed death tomorrow, I won’t freak out. At what point am I allowed to assume you are actually dead, and freak out a little bit?”
“If you don’t hear from me in a week,” you say, “then Lalonde and I have been killed by Betty Crocker.”
Houston, TX, twelve years ago
You’re blind.
That’s not true. You’re not blind. You don’t think you are going to be blind. There is no way that you’re fully blind, because the assassin only got your right eye, so it doesn’t make sense for you to be blind, but you’re blind.
The pain might originate from your right eye, but it’s engulfing your entire head by now, and there is something sticky in your left eye and you can’t open it anymore and it burns, and you’re going to go blind, and then you’re going to die in a ditch, in a pool of your own blood, and this is it. It’s over. You and your half sister fucked around on the internet a bunch, got really deep into some conspiracy theories, and barely two weeks after you made the discovery that Betty Crocker definitely, undoubtedly, literally is an actual alien, someone was sent to kill you.
They didn’t manage, so far. They got your eye, and they broke your glasses, leaving a cut on your nose, and a bunch of cuts everywhere else, and you think you cracked your head open when you fell. But you cut their knife hand off, good and clean off, watched it fall to the ground right in front of you. By the time it hit the pavement, the assassin had already turned around and ran away, leaving you to crumple and suffer here by yourself.
This is it.
“Strider?” Rose says. Before the blood trickling into your good eye ruined your vision, you managed to dial her number and call her up, and now you’re lying on your side with your phone pressed to your ear, imagining her in her college dorm room in New York. You were going to visit her there, years ago, after you ran away from your parents. It never worked out. Neither of you has the money. You really wish you could have seen her at least once.
“Yeah,” you croak. “You at home?”
“At the dorm, yes. What’s going on?”
“You gotta go. She sent someone after me, she’s gonna come for you too. If she knows that I know, she’ll know that you know.”
One of the most comfortable parts of friendship with Rose, you’ve found, is that she never asks you to clarify what the fuck you’re talking about. Either she just lets you ramble, or she knows exactly what you mean. “Shit,” she hisses, and you can hear rustling on her side of the line, hopefully from her getting ready. She probably has a getaway bag somewhere, you think. You have one, but not on you right now. It’s too late for that.
“They’ve already hit me, so whoever she sent to you can’t be far,” you say. You try to blink your eye open, but then it hurts the other more, and it burns. You can’t even tell where exactly. It just burns. “Hurry up, Lalonde.”
“They’ve hit you?” she echoes, still rustling, breathing into the phone. On the move. Good. “Are you okay?”
“No,” you say. “Gonna call an ambulance after this. Just get the fuck out and text me later, yeah?”
Rose pauses. You can hear her pause, you can hear everything go very silent for a second. She says, “You called me before you called for help?”
“Yeah,” you say. She told you, once, that there is a quick and easy way out the window of her second-storey dorm room, that lets her balance over to her girlfriend’s room only a few windows ahead. She can’t hide there, it’s too close, but it’s a start. She’ll figure it out, she always will. She was the first person to ever have your back. “Of course I did.”
On a plane, Thursday morning
“What’s on your mind?” Rose asks.
You’re leaned back, staring out the window, listening to the clicking of her knitting needles next to you. The pilot here doesn’t know who he’s dealing with, just that he is flying two rich people and their car to Washington, DC. Your Mustang is in the cargo part of the plane, a vital part of the plan. You’ll torch it later. It was the first car you bought with your own money, after SBaHJ had become big and you had finally paid off your hospital debt.
Rose’s apartment isn’t that old, she got it after Roxy was born and she decided to move to Los Angeles, so you could help each other babysit. Trashing it still felt wrong. A home is a home, but you wanted it to look broken into, to make sure that people put two and two together. This isn’t a Dave Strider marketing scheme, you both got hit. After all the work that you’ve done, at least some of the public should understand what that means.
“Us,” you say.
“That’s very sentimental,” she says. “Are you sure you aren’t mourning your car again?”
“Shut up,” you say, and blindly swat at her, hitting her elbow. She hits you back, hand slapping your shoulder. “It’s a good car.”
Rose hums. When you look at her, she’s already back to knitting. You have no idea what she’s making, but it looks like a onesie for an octopus. “We will be fine,” she says. “We have to.”
You nod, and go back to staring out the window, thinking about what Alma said. “It’s just,” you say quietly. “We gotta start thinking about the endgame, here, don’t we.”
“Start?” Rose echoes. “Dave, we know the endgame to this. We’ve known for a while. The second you landed in the hospital with a cut inside your eyeball, you and I both knew that this would end in death.”
You don’t say anything. She’s right, of course she is. You knew then, and she knew, as soon as you texted her from your hospital bed, and she texted you back from a Greyhound bus. And you tried to forget, you both did, for a very long time. You almost managed, for a whole decade, until last year, someone made you scared and angry enough to ram a sword through his throat. Until Rose came and disassembled the body on your rooftop, and then helped you burn it. Reality has caught up with you, and someone is going to die.
The clicking of her needles has stopped again. You turn your head to look at her, and she’s looking back at you, and her face seems younger than it should be. She is just as scared as you are. Neither of you ever wanted it to go this far. Neither of you wanted to kill.
“I don’t like it either,” Rose says. “But someone is going to wind up dead, and it sure as shit isn’t gonna be us.”
Washington, DC, now
)(IC: u comin or what
TG: yeah about that
You’re on the hood of your car. The children -- and Sally, John’s pet hedgehog -- are with the one sitter you still trust. Rose is in position, which means she is at a remote location outside the city holding Guy Fieri hostage. She has sent you a picture of him tied to a chair and gagged, which means that it’s go time.
All according to plan.
TG: how about you come kill me somewhere else instead of home sweet home
)(IC: why would i do that
TG: dying mans last request?
)(IC: stfu lol this is so obviously a trap
TG: wow ok so is yours
)(IC: fair
TG: just thought that you know
TG: john means something to both of us and dont try to tell me no because i know he does
TG: so like can we maybe duke it out somewhere where i wont accidentally blow him to smithereens
TG: innuendo intended
)(IC: UG)(
)(IC: gross
TG: lmao
TG: anyway bethany you know me and you know im comin with c4 in my backpack if im comin
TG: do you really want that around your son or can you just get off your ass and meet me here so john stays safe
)(IC: u reely think ya have a fighting chance to even get that far
)(IC: buoy you set one foot in my house and ya get spearfished
TG: yeah not really making a great point for me to come there rn
TG: just thought maybe youd wanna be with your guy guy
)(IC: who
TG: you know
TG: guy the guy
)(IC: tf
You text her the picture that Rose sent, just Guy Fieri looking miserable, no indication of whether or not you or Rose are with him.
)(IC: )(-EY
)(IC: motherglubber what do u think yoar doin
TG: yoar???
TG: thats literally not a word. wym you oar?? what
TG: anyway im gonna dismember this asshole if you dont agree to keep john safe and come here and im gonna start with the frosted tips
)(IC: FIN--E
)(IC: cant effin wait to be done with you
)(IC: ill come krill ya if its so shrimportant just gimme the location
TG: ok shrimportant is actually pretty funny
TG: [coordinates]
TG: see you soon
She drives a fuchsia Jaguar that looks like Xzibit threw up all over it, because of course she does. You watch it leave from your perch on your Mustang, then slide off the hood. shes gone, you text Rose. get ready to bounce
Before you leave, you turn back toward you car, and gently pat the roof. “See you soon,” you repeat, “for one last ride.”
Look, it’s a good car, alright.
Later on in the plan, once you’ve convinced John to come with you, and Rose has joined you in the no doubt brutal course out of the house littered with security guards, the three of you will pack into this car, and you will drive. You will be tailed, you know you will. Rose and you estimate two to three SUVs with more security personnel that will follow you, and sooner or later, you won’t stand a chance against them.
So, you’ll call the cops. You don’t usually do this -- even during all these years, neither you nor Crocker ever called the police on each other, and technically, you still won’t, today. You will just anonymously call authorities, and tell them about a burning car by the side of the road. Then you will hang up, and you and Rose and John will hop out of a moving vehicle as you crash your beloved Mustang and have it go up in flames. Authorities will come and find Dave Strider’s infamous car, and hopefully that’ll get people talking.
Crocker’s guys will hopefully exit their cars and go looking for you, or at least for John. It’s an easy con from there -- while they look, you will steal their SUVs and drive off toward your safehouses. Simple. No sweat.
“This better work,” you mutter to yourself, then leave your car behind and start climbing the fence around Crocker manor.
You’ve been here once before, while she was out and John was showing you around. You weren’t actively trying to case the place back then, just spending time with your boyfriend and checking out where he grew up, but you couldn’t help how curious you were. You still remember the most important spots, and you did your best to paint a proper picture of them to Rose (you drew a map in MS Paint), so now you have a pretty good idea of where you need to go.
The guard posts, of course, are randomized. You’ll have to take these as they come, and you feel prepared enough, with just your sword and a handful of knives. You’re wearing the kevlar you wore to the Oscars. You’re gonna be fine.
It’s a race against time now, knowing that there is no guarantee when Crocker will be catching on and returning to her house, and knowing that you stand no chance actually fighting her face to face. You climbed in toward the side of the house, because it’s the shortest distance between fence and wall. The front and back yards are ridiculously huge and opulent, and while you would have plenty of gaudy statues to hide behind, you’re not looking to make your way through there.
The first guard spots you right as you hop down off the fence, and your knife is in his shoulder before he even finishes drawing his gun on you. He’s also wearing a vest, but those don’t stop blades, and you take offense in knowing that she made them dress up like that. As if either you or Rose were going to show up with guns. She really doesn’t know you at all. You knock out the guard with a hit of the knife grip against his temple. Maybe you can get through this without deaths.
One of them you comfortably take out from behind a useless fountain placed in this part of the garden for some reason, appreciating how quiet and low-key you can be about it so far. The bigger the ruckus, the sooner she’ll return, so having them all go down in silence is your best case scenario.
It’s the third guard that ruins your track record. You’re almost at the house wall, and you know you’re under the right window, which means all you have to do is scale it and climb right into John’s room, but for that to work you need to have a clean path behind you. Which you don’t, you realize the second a bullet hits your back.
Your vest catches it, but the momentum still knocks you down, and you scrape both of your palms open on the weird break between lawn and pavement. You hate this fucking garden. Who lives like this? You’re gasping for breath and trying not to inhale any grass, dealing with the reality that this is the first time someone has shot at you and actually hit you, and the bullet might not have penetrated skin at all, but Jesus Fucking Christ it still feels awful. Like someone kicked you in the spine, only with a bullet instead of a foot.
Onward. You hear footsteps behind you, and now it’s your turn to kick, hitting them in the face with your boot in the same motion that you’re pushing yourself up from the ground. As they curse and stumble, you draw your sword, but they catch their footing quickly, and you know you only have a split second to act. That gun is pointing at you, again, or still, and they’re going for your head this time, and if you don’t fight now, the journey ends for you here. Someone is going to die, and it sure as shit can’t be you. Your arm darts forward.
The sword goes through their vest, their ribs, and their heart -- you wouldn’t call it smoothly, you really wouldn’t. You can feel resistance with every inch, you feel it right up to your shoulder, and you hate it, and it makes you want to throw up, but you can’t, now. You shove them off your blade and watch them crumple to the ground, and turn right back toward the wall. They are not getting up again. That’s on you, and you can deal with that later. You have to get moving.
Your phone vibrates.
You manage to pull yourself up on a balcony and crouch there, hiding from whatever is going on in the yard now. Other guards must have heard the shot being fired, so you really need to get the fuck out of sight, but this has to do, for now. If Crocker is messaging you, you have to respond, so she doesn’t think you’re in her goddamn garden.
)(IC: yo
)(IC: send me proof yoar still with him
)(IC: almost there this betta be worth it
TG: one sec
As expected. All according to plan, so far. You hope the blood on your sword won’t make the sheath sticky. You’ll have to clean it, later. You don’t want to.
TG: shes asking for proof
TG: go ahead. sorry
TT: No worries.
TT: I know we don’t endorse violence, but honestly, Dawon, after being in a room with him for this long, I am quite happy to do this.
She sends you a picture, and you grimace at your phone. It takes a lot to make you grimace, as a Strider born and raised -- at the same time, you’re not easily shocked or grossed out, but this isn’t great to look at. Fieri’s eye has been pulled from its socket, dangling down his cheek suspended from the nerve, a hole in the eyeball. You hope Crocker won’t be able to tell that this was done with a knitting needle, and forward the photo to her.
TG: hows this
)(IC: )(--EY FUCK OFF
)(IC: stop i reely like guy 38(
TG: yeah well i really like john
TG: eye for an eye
TG: hurry it up im waiting and theres a second eye to gauge out
)(IC: ten minutes
)(IC: ur gonna be so sorry buoy
TG: 10 mins
TT: On my way.
Okay. Crocker is on her way to a location where there will only be Guy Fieri and a set of elaborate boobytraps which you know won’t kill her, but hopefully slow her down. Rose is on her way here, to help you and John get out of here. That’s plenty of time you still have. Things are going suspiciously well, you think, before you remember the ache in your back and the fact that you killed someone.
You have to get to John.
He’s another two floors up, but you are right in front of a balcony door. For a second, you wonder if you could get into the house from here and do the rest from inside, so you don’t present yourself to the mob of people with guns in the garden. Unfortunately, before you can do that, another person with a gun appears on the other side of that door, mouths an angry what the fuck at you, and draws an assault rifle. Alright, well.
The thing that has mostly kept you from becoming too violent in the past is the fact that you’re fast, and you’re a great climber, so when you hop backward onto the banister of the balcony and pull yourself up to the next one above you, it happens so fast that nobody in the garden reacts. It’s after you’re already crouching behind the balcony, thankfully made of robust concrete, that the shots start hitting it. You do nothing, count the bullets, wait for them to get rid of half of their magazines down there. Then you pull a knife, peek over the balcony, and throw it right into someone’s bicep.
More shots. More ducking and counting. You have two more knives to throw, and you do, rinse and repeat. The people down there are very angry with you now, and very much still able to shoot, but you figure at least their aim will be off, and they’ll be slower. You hope. You haven’t held a gun yourself in fucking forever.
You take a breath, and jump up to grab the balcony you know belongs to John.
As soon as you’re in the open, another bullet hits your back, further toward your side this time, and you almost let go. You let out an undignified noise instead, and hold on harder, focusing all you have into your arms to pull yourself up. Shots are ringing in your ears, and one hits the concrete right next to your head at almost the same time that another one grazes your leg. You hiss in pain, grunt in exertion, pull, pull, and roll yourself onto John’s balcony.
Someone in the garden yells, “Motherfucker!”
You sit, curled up, and pull apart the tear in your pants with your aching fingers to check the wound. It’s not deep, certainly not as bad as the chunk of missing flesh you have in your arm from being shot at last year. It’s fine. You’ll forget about it in a second, when your newest problem will be telling your amnesiac boyfriend that he needs to come with you.
You pull yourself up into a crouch, not more. You don’t want to risk getting shot in the head as you finally face him, so you just do it like this. Hunkered down, disheveled and bloody, you lean forward and knock on John’s window.
#posted ooc#action post#woof#eye gore text -#graphic violence -#eye trauma -#the rest of this will happen in discord :')#mentioned:#fontjoke#comedianrhapsody#mindparkour#jakepalooka sort of
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Misery Loves Company-part 2
This is Count Olaf
Don't be tricked by his aura of menace or unhinged hatred...he doesn't have everything under control now that Lemony snicket is dead. Why? Oh that's a simple question to answer...that's because the newest player of his twisted game, Violet Snicket, is the best parts of her mother and father combined into one.
Olaf soon realizes that breaking the Baudelaire boy was simple...but his sisters...they're tricky. But Olaf has a plan to make both Klaus' brave and down for murder baby sister, Sunny and his bold, protective, and tough older half sister, Violet fear him just like their brother does.
As he pursues these orphans and a few others he becomes more and more unhinged and desperate to finally seek his full revenge on the children of the people who wronged him. And although he isnt the happiest about Violets addition to his little game since shes making the game a lot harder for him to win..he has a few plans for her that she would rather avoid at all costs.
Just as Klaus and sunny Baudelaire have recruited new help, so has he. Olaf also has a few tricks up his sleeve that he believes will guarantee him what hes sought after for so long. Revenge
The game isnt over...not in the least...the death of Lemony Snicket did not end this homicidal maniac's thirst for revenge and fortune...if you ask Olaf... it's only just begun. The stakes are higher. The danger is dire. And he doesnt play by the rules...
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Olaf was grinning from ear to ear at the "little gift" Esme had caught for him. He looked down at a struggling Violet who looked back at him with daggers. This made him chuckle a bit. *Did she think she was scary? Did she think that looking up at him with those innocent blue eyes was going to make him show her any mercy?* She's been as much of a pain in his ass as her father. But...soon that will change. He tried to hide his excitement from Esme. How amazing was it that she got him his favorite little orphan.
Ignoring his excitement of having Violet as his captive, He was annoyed that the blasted bookworm and biting brat escaped again but...he'd make little Miss Snicket pay for that.
Violet continued to struggle and argue as Esme slapped a piece of tape on her mouth making Olaf smile down at Violet even more. It was like Violet was a wrapped birthday gift. A toy... that he can play with...a toy that he can break. A toy that he *will* break.
As he looked at her, he could see both Beatrice and Lemony within her. He wanted to break her like they broke him. He wanted her to suffer like hes been suffering all these years that Lemony was happily raising this pretty little girl and Beatrice was happily raising those other two brats and living the married life with Bertrand. *these children will pay for the sins of their parents*. For Olaf killing Lemony wasnt enough. He wanted those fortunes and he wanted all three of these brats to suffer. He will obliterate both the Snicket and Baudelaire line once and for all*.
He looked down again as he and Esme continued to push Violet's gurney through the halls of the hospital. She twisted her head left and right, her eyes becoming desperate with each passing second. Olaf couldnt tell if she was trying to get the attention of a passerby or hospital staff or if she were looking for those two other bratty orphans.
*if the bookworm was as smart as he thought he was. He would take that baby sister of his and get the fuck out. Leave little Violet behind.* Olaf thought as he smiled a Grinch-like smile as an idea formed in his head. *they're a nuisance...when united... but separated...they wont stand a chance!*
He doubted that Violet was going to get out of *this* one but he had an idea that might help him in the future if she does somehow escape.
Violet looked up at Olaf's eyes but this time he could see that behind the cold demeanor...was a scared little girl...she tried her best to glare but he can see the fear behind her eyes. This made him smile again. *Maybe we can work out a deal....* he thought as he began to tie in both of his ideas.
As he and Esme pushed the gurney into room 922, Esme began tightly tying Violet's arms and legs to the gurney. Olaf walked over to Violet once Esme was done. "I hope they were worth all of this..." he hissed in a tone that sent chills even down Esme's spine.
Violet continued to struggle trying to say something but she couldn't since Esme had taped her mouth shut. So she continued to glare at Olaf and Esme.
Olaf leaned down closely to Violet's face to the point where she could smell his rancid breath. "You shouldve learned from your dear father...when you fuck up my schemes...you feel my fire." He said using an exaggerated tone on the word "fire", causing Violet to struggle even harder. It seemed like she wanted to punch him. "But don't worry....my sweet...precious...little...Violet," he began as he stroked her cheek. She tried to move her face away from his hand but she was unsuccessful. "I know how to handle delinquent little orphans....just ask the bookworm." He said laughing as he turned away and began to walk out of the room with Esme. "But for you, my sweet, your punishment will be vastly fucking different than the bookworm's...that's for sure." He called to her as he closed the hospital room door and turned to the Henchperson of Indeterminate Gender. "Do not let any unauthorized personnel into this room. Do you understand me?!" He barked at his henchperson who nodded immediately going back to reading their book.
Olaf began to head back Towards Babs office when Esme finally spoke up. "What did you mean by 'but your punishment will be vastly fucking different than the bookworm's'?" Esme asked glaring at Olaf
"Dont worry about it," Olaf replied back. "It doesnt involve you,"
"Excuse me...if you think for one second that I'm going to let you..." she began.
"Let's go find the other two brats before they find your precious sugar bowl," he replied immediately changing the subject to one he knows she'll never shut up about.
"Those mini coke snatching bitches better not touch my damn sugar bowl," esme hissed. "Or I'll cut them up worse than you cut up the bookworm with a fucking umbrella!"
"'Atta girl," Olaf said snickering to himself. "One down...two to go."
#count olaf#violet baudelaire#violet snicket#violet snicket au#misery loves company#part 2#asoue au#asoue#klaus baudelaire#hostile hospital#sunny Baudelaire#esme squalor
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Hiding. Part 82c (NSFW)
“Yeah, I agree. We are.”
"I've never really liked doctors anyway, too full of themselves..!" She smirked.
“Far too full of themselves.” He kissed her again, “I don’t think I can wait until tonight to have sex with you.” He admitted.
"I know, I had noticed."
“Do you want to try here?”
"Now that would be very, very naughty..." She whispered, punctuating the last few words with increasingly passionate kisses.
He began to undo his belt and his zip.
The multiple reasons why this was a very bad idea instantly evaporated from both their minds as they gave in to their lusts.
“One minute.” He took his wallet out of his back pocket and pulled out a silver packet.
Duffy giggled. "I heard you tell the kids you'd had the snip again."
“I had to tell them something.” He replied, “I was booked in remember but it seemed pointless when you were already pregnant.” He undid the packet and put the condom on him.
"Was that part of your 'don't look at me like that, I swear me and your mum will find a different hobby one day...' conversation?" She snorted.
“A different hobby? I don’t think that’ll ever happen..” He guided himself into her gently.
"Yeh this one is far too much fun." She replied, grimacing slightly.
“You ok?”
"Yeh." She wriggled slightly. "Its just been a while since I indulged in a quick shag in a car." She giggled.
He laughed gently and nipped her ear, before he began to thrust slowly.
She wrapped her arms around his neck her fingers playing with his hair as she kissed him.
He groaned softly against her lips.
She let out a moan as his hands travelled towards her breasts.
His thrusts became a little harder as he squeezed her breasts.
She gasped, a blush colouring her cheeks, as her breasts reacted to the fact that it had been several hours since she had last fed Paul. She buried her face in Charlie's shoulder, why now?!
“It’s fine. It’s natural.” He reassured as he placed a kiss against her neck.
"I feel like Dolly bloody Parton!" She sulked.
“You still ok babe?”
"Can we just pretend that didn't happen?"
“It doesn’t turn me off, if that’s what you’re worried about?”
"That my breasts are currently like leaky torpedoes?"
“It might turn me on a little actually,” He whispered in her ear.
She quirked an eyebrow at him, unable to contain her giggles.
“Your breasts feed our son, do you really think I’m bothered by a little bit of milk leaking?” His speed increased, “Fuck Duffy! You’re so wet...”
She opened her mouth to answer but all that escaped was a throaty moan.
“I love hearing you moan because of my cock.” He whispered.
"Smug bastard!" She gasped, moaning loudly.
“So beautiful to hear you scream and watch you come.” His moans began to increase in volume.
"Fuck!" She cursed as he sped up, she wasn't going to last much longer.
“I’ve wanted to do this for weeks....” He groaned. “Fuck you hard. Make you come all over my cock...” His hands grabbed her breasts again as he continued to fuck her.
Her moans grew louder, interspersed with curses.
“Are you okay?” He asked, “Do you want me to slow down?”
"Don't. Stop." She growled.
He didn’t stop.
Moments later she came hard.
“Shit!!” He fell on top of her as her orgasm triggered his own.
They lay in each other's arms for several minutes, breathless and sweaty.
Charlie buried his head into Duffy’s neck.
"Bloody hell." She sighed contentedly.
“That was...” He took a deep breath, “Worth the wait.”
"Yeh. I'm not sure I could have held out any longer."
“Having sex?”
"Yeh, I was getting pretty desperate to get off." She admitted.
“I’ve got you off twice now but it’s not enough for me.” He whispered in her ear. “I so want to feel you come again.” He groaned softly.
"I'm not going to say no to that..."
“I don’t have a spare condom though..” he pouted as he slid out of her.
"There's other ways I can come on you." She shrugged.
“That’s very true.” He smiled as he caught her gaze.
"What did you have in mind lover boy?" She purred.
“Whatever you want, gorgeous. Where do you want to come? On my face?”
"You just want to watch me bounce on your face!"
“Of course I do.”
She wriggled out from underneath him. "I swear if we end up in a police cell tonight I'm blaming you!" She giggled.
“Don’t blame me.” He laughed gently as he took her place.
She moved to grip the back of the seat, her knees next to each of his ears knowing full well that she was going to pay for this tomorrow but not caring one bit.
As soon as she sat down on his face, Charlie began to pleasure her with his tongue once again.
She rocked backwards and forwards for several minutes before stopping suddenly and ducking down. "Shit!" She cursed.
“What’s wrong?” He asked, panic filling him.
"Keep your head down!" She hissed as flashing lights filled the car briefly before moving on at speed.
“Fucking hell!” He whispered. “Was that the police?”
"I'm not sure." She replied, breaking into hysterical giggles.
“You’re a terrible influence Duffy Fairhead! Come on, shall we go home to the chaos?”
"Yeh we should before mum calls the police to put out a search party for us!"
There was a comfortable silence as they both sorted themselves out.
"I won't push my luck too far by asking if I can drive us home." She smirked.
“No dont.” He caught her eye.
"I know, I know, I can't do an emergency stop." She rolled her eyes.
He rubbed her thigh, “Can I have my seat back now?”
"Fine." She harrumphed. "You can get out and walk round."
“But it’s cold outside.”
"And?" She replied smugly.
He rolled his eyes playfully and got out of the car, heading to the drivers side.
She reluctantly shuffled over to the passenger seat. She hated being driven around like an invalid!
“You’ll be back to driving before you know it.”
"I hate the bus!" She grumbled.
“I know.” He rubbed her thigh again. “Two more weeks hopefully?”
"I'm convinced that I'm gunna be sat there minding my own business and then someone will have an emergency that I'll have to deal with."
“What kind of emergency?”
"You know the usual - heart attack, choking..."
“Choking? You’ve choked a few times on something rather large.” He smirked.
"Trust you to turn it into something rude!" She giggled.
“I’m always rude.” He laughed gently as he began to drive in the direction of home.
"Everyone will know exactly what we've been up to the second we walk in the door, you do know that right?"
“How?”
"We're dishevelled, sweaty and incredibly late!" She retorted with a giggle.
“You might have a point.” A short while later he pulled up outside their house. He ran his hand up her thigh again, “Just you wait until the children are asleep...”
"I can't wait." She purred.
“I’ll make you come again.”
"You better seeing as how we got rudely interrupted earlier."
“I will let you ride my face again.” He took the keys out of the ignition and took off his seatbelt. “Come on gorgeous, let’s face the music.”
"You first." She gestured after stepping out the car.
He went up the garden path.
She slid her hand into his as he opened the door.
“We’re home.” He called.
The sounds of Paul's wails echoed down the stairs.
"That sounds like my name being called." Duffy joked.
He kissed her cheek before letting her go to Paul.
Jake looked up as Charlie entered the lounge. "Finally! Gran wouldn't let us have tea til you and mum got home. She is with you right?"
“Yeah she's gone to see Paul. Are you all hungry?”
"Starving!" Jake complained.
“What did gran say was for tea?”
"Beef stew and green veg. Gran was going on about mum needing more iron in her diet or something." hair shrugged.
“Ah, I’ll make a start on tea. How’s everyone been?”
"You just need to heat it up." Jake explained. "Paul has been screaming for ages."
“He’s probably hungry. Like you lot.” Charlie began to heat up the tea.
Once tea was ready everyone gathered in the dining room to eat except for Duffy who was still upstairs with Paul.
Paul was quiet, Charlie presumed that he must be feeding.
"Peace at last!" Peter chuckled.
“Has he been screaming for a while?”
"About an hour."
“He’s got a really good appetite.” Charlie commented.
"Gran was expecting mum back ages ago coz she was only popping into town for a couple of things. How come you ran into her?"
“She had some business to take care of at the hospital and stayed to help me finish the paperwork so I could come home on time.”
"Isn't she supposed to be on maternity leave?" Kate asked as she entered the room.
“She is technically but Duffy knows how useless I am with paperwork.”
"You shouldn't be working her so hard. She needs more rest." Kate admonished as she sat down at the table.
'Good job, you don’t know what we’ve just been up to...' Charlie thought but didn't say aloud though he couldn’t help the small smile that pulled at the corner of his lips.
"Daddy I got a certificate at school today!" Tilly announced proudly.
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My abortion
I would like to start this with a disclaimer. This is my personal experience with abortion, my personal feelings, my personal reasons. This will contain descriptions of medical procedures and surgical abortions. Please do not read if you are not okay with this. This may not be copied and pasted anywhere without my explicit consent, nor is it allowed to be used as Pro Life propaganda. I always have been and remain Pro Choice.
I was 19 years old, and had just moved into my new apartment with my boyfriend and two roommates. Life was going pretty damn good and I was planning my first ever vacation! What I didn’t know at the time was, I was about four weeks pregnant.
I had a very irregular period, so when it was a few days late, I didn’t pay much attention. It would show up eventually and ruin another pair of underwear. Another week and a half went by, and I started to worry. Was I sick? Did I have another ovarian cyst? It didn’t cross my mind I might be pregnant, I always used protection. It was my boyfriend who suggested the test. I decided to humor him the next morning and take it. I had taken a test before, so it wasn’t a big deal to me. What can I say, I was an idiot in 12th grade.
Anyway, pee on the stick and wait three minutes with the test on a flat surface. The floor worked for me, not like I really cared. Except it didn’t take three minutes, the second line showed up seconds after the first. I just kind of sat there, I didn’t even get off the toilet. You know in all those shitty writing pieces when they talk about your mouth going dry, that actually happens. When I finally stopped be completely immobile, I stood up and took the test back to the room where my boyfriend was, half asleep.
I sat down, quiet for a few seconds. “I’m Pregnant”. I wish I could explain the look he gave me. Sort of a “Are you joking holy fuck what if she isnt joking jesus christ” kind of look. “I’m serious”. Like all the movies, on the dot, he asks me what I’m going to do. The fuck if I know dude. So I message my roommate and ask her to come to the living room. I don’t break it to her lightly. “I’m pregnant”. Again, another, what are you going to do. Again, fuck if I know.
We decide calling my local women’s center is the go, the plan. Bad Plan. Hindsite is 20/20 though right? Anyway my boyfriend went back to bed because as you can see he takes this whole thing really seriously. My friend and I hop in the Uber and head to the clinic. I fill out forms, and pee in a cup. Hey surprise, I’m pregnant, who would have guessed it. They schedule me a week out for an ultrasound and send me on my merry way with a bag containing hard candy for morning sickness, and a baby hat.
Fast forward a few days, and “Morning” sickness is keeping me in bed all day. Go me. My boyfriend hasn’t wanted to talk about it, so yay men for the win again. Oh and the best part, he’s leaving in a day to got to Michigan for 9 days. He takes me shopping for things I’ll need while he’s gone. To bad they don’t sell supportive men there. The morning he has to leave comes and I break down. I sob for the last two hours I got to spend with him, knowing that I will be alone all week. It is hard to be alone and pregnant. He will miss the first ultrasound, he promises to stay in touch. He does not. He does not call me after the ultrasound and he does not show excitement when I tell him the baby is healthy. Seeing the baby makes me feel a sort of way I can’t put into words. Am I A mother? The kind women around me praise me. “You will be a great mother” “you are so amazing”. I cry at their kindness, one tells me she thinks the baby will be a girl.
I spend the week alone, writing notes to my baby and fighting with her father on the phone. It hurts my heart. My roommates pile into my boyfriends new car and drive two hours to go get him from the airport. I don’t puke, somehow. I hug him so tightly when I see him. We go out to dinner, I show him my ultrasound. He does not seem interested. We get home, I finally make him talk to me. If you have ever had an unplanned pregnancy you may know the routine. It is my choice (I’m not ready to be a dad) i will support you no matter what (you should get an abortion) “What do you want me to do” He doesn’t answer me. I know what his silence means.
I make it till September, till I am no longer strong enough to fight the feeling that he will no longer love me if I keep this baby. That I will be left alone, and I can not do alone. Except I do alone anyway. I shut down and go into defense mode, I lie to myself. i cannot be a mother, I don’t want children. I force us to an appointment with an OBGYN I could not bring myself to cancel. He does not smile when they find a heartbeat. I cry that night. I harm myself that night.
The night before the procedure I end up in the hospital. I am dehydrated. I cannot tell them what I am going to do tomorrow. I am on the list for appointments to get a sonogram. I sit silently while she looks for the fetus. I have stopped calling it a baby. It moves and I try not to cry. I leave and go home. While my friend who is to drive me sleeps and my boyfriend sleeps, I consider running away. I wake the next morning and force myself into the car.
Skipping the boring details, I start to cry when I reach the room that I will become unpregnant in. I strip down and cry. I tell my boyfriend mean things and I tell him I hate him. Two women calm me down. The shot doesn’t hurt that much. They hand me my stuffed snow leopard. It hurts and I cry more. It doesn’t take long, but the pain is killing me inside. I am taken to a room full of chairs, I drink and eat and a nurse measures my vitals. I go home, and I bleed for weeks.
I regret my abortion. I wish I had never had it, I wish I would have had my baby. I hold anger and resentment towards my boyfriend. Her name would have been rosalie. I write to her sometimes. I am still pro choice but I believe I made the wrong choice. I am empty and I dont know how to make it hurt less. I am empty.
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home - chapter thirteen
robin buckley x reader
a/n: this one’s a tough one, also idk why i keep putting “x reader” even though i’m literally inserting a whole character into stranger things but oh well
warnings: homophobia, death, suicidal themes, language, smoking, drugs, abuse, blood, alcohol
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this chapter is mainly revolved around sofia
chapter thirteen - your love terrifies me
sofia was laying on the couch, eyes closed, completely unaware of the physical constructs around her
robin felt concerned “how exactly does this work”
mike turned to her “basically el will be able to see some of her most emotionally draining events from her life and then the last one is supposed to be her current biggest fear”
eleven was sat in front of the television with her blindfold on, concentrating
everyone around watched in anticipation
robin was internally acknowledging how sweet sofia was. she knew she didn’t talk about her past but the fact that she was about to make herself vulnerable for the sake of el made her feel warm.
the tv began to trip out as it rapidly switched from channel to channel on its own until stopping. on the screen, everyone could see a house its all from el’s point of view as she walks through it all
steve seemed a bit taken back and robin took notice, “that’s her house, well, her old house”
on the screen a car drove up, it was sofia’s car
a young sofia exited the car, dufflebag in hand. she was wearing a hawkins high track uniform and a varsity jacket.
the sixteen year old sofia walked into her home as el quickly followed behind
a man and a woman sat on a couch together, looking at the girl angrily
the man spoke “che diavolo c'è di sbagliato con te”
everyone was confused except robin. steve turned to her and asked what he said.
“he asked her what was wrong with her”
the man continued as the woman next to him looked at her feet, “jarod chiamato. mi ha raccontato di te e di maria”
robin translated, “he got a call from a guy named jarod and he told him about sofia and some girl named maria”
steve helped her understand “maria was her best friend, she went to boarding school a little after sofia left”
sofia looked scared “wait wait it’s not what you think-“
the man got up and walked towards the young sofia and slapped her across the face, making her head turn. el could see her face, her face now red and her eyes watering as the man began to push her towards the door, the woman getting up and following behind
he pushed sofia down the few steps of the front porch, leaving her on the grassed area with her dufflebag now on the ground as she began to cry and begged “per favore, lasciami spiegare”
robin was getting teary eyed “she wants to explain”
the man grabbed a bag from the house and threw it to sofia “tua mamma ti ha fatto una valigia”
“her mom packed her a bag”
the woman slowly peaked around the man to look at sofia as she cried out “mamma, per favore” barely able to get out the words as she was so choked up on her tears
the man and the woman closed the door and el approached it but when she entered out of the other side, it wasnt the living room she had just been in, it was a night club.
music was booming from all areas of the room a gay club yall
el turned slightly to see sofia approaching the door she had just gone out of in a tee shirt and jeans and the same dufflebag she had previously.
as she got someone near her to light her cigarette, she walked out of the door as el began to follow her down the new york night time street.
a group of three men walked past sofia to then look up at the building she had just exited
“HEY”
another man began to shout “HEY DYKE”
sofia turned around to see the same man screaming at her “you work here?”
they were all clearly intoxicated so she turned back and went on with her night before she felt a hard mass hit her head.
the men began to beat her as she fell to the ground. they did not quit until police sirens could be heard and they ran off
el ran to the girl as she saw blood coming from her mouth and a large cut on her head
robin looked at the cut on her forehead, remember the scare she noticed on her while she slept
paramedics arrived at the scene and gently took sofia
el looked up to see a woman in a large coat watching the whole scene unravel while smoking a cigarette before redirecting her attention to the now shut doors of the ambulance
she went and opened the doors to then find herself in a hospital
the woman she had previously seen watching the scene was entering the building to then approach the front desk and be directed to room 504
el followed the woman to then which hear their conversation
“can i help you?”
“my name is natalie illuminous”
sofia chuckled “illuminous? what kind of last name is that?”
“the kind that can save you from all of the shit and piss you have to deal with on the daily”
sofia adjusted herself to where she was sitting up straighter as she asked “pardon?”
“i’m a mother of a house. every week i take myself and my children to balls and we showcase our beauty in order to obtain trophies. in exchange i provide shelter, food, water, and everything else you’ll ever need”
sofia looked at her confused, “and that applies to me how?”
“i’ve seen you. more than on one occasion. you live in your car, you work for lauren at the club, you’re known for your beautiful smile and you’re somehow always so nice to everyone you meet” the woman stepped closer “i’m going to go pay the bills for all of this, while you think about whether you want to be living in a large apartment that you get to live in for just walking a few minutes...or if you want to stay living out of your car for the rest of your life”
the woman walked out, leaving sofia in a confused gaze. she was almost convinved she was drugged.
robin turned to the unconscious sofia on the sofa and saw a slight smile on her face.
el followed the woman as she exited the hospital room and found herself in a large hall that looked like a ballroom she had once seen in a movie.
sofia was seen walking around with a man around her age on her shoulder as they laughed amongst themselves.
as they walked out of the door el had just came from, the man started to feel nauseous and collapsed to the concrete pavement to which sofia dropped with him to see if he was okay.
another woman followed and asked what was wrong, causing sofia to scream to her “GO GET NATALIE”
sofia turned the man over and started examining his face that was sweating “are you using again?”
he weakly shook his head no
sofia thought about anything else it could possibly be and her mind only went to one place, the place that had taken so many of her friends
“shit when was the last time you were tested?”
no answer
el jumped as the door swung open and a very dressed up natalie approached the two
“what happened”
“i don’t know he just collapsed. he said he wasn’t using but i-“
her voice was shaking
“i don’t know when he was tested last”
natalie looked worried and so did sofia as natalie went to the payphone and called for an ambulance
once the ambulance arrived and the boy was lifted inside, sofia followed, as did el. however once she entered the ambulance doors, she found herself in a hospital waiting room where she could see sofia on one of the chairs with her head down and her hands on her head.
el went to touch the girl’s hand when she moved her head up and el could see her face clearly. she was crying. nay, not crying. sobbing. el could tell she could barely breathe.
the woman el remembered as natalie came towards them with a sympathetic look on her face as she bent down in front of sofia.
“it’s okay darling. it’s okay to cry. i’m right here”
el felt herself about to cry as she backed away from the scene and through a set of push doors to be met with the inside of a large apartment. she was standing in a long and narrow hallway as she heard the sound of keys jiggling.
in entered sofia as she laughed her way past el, even though el followed her anyways, and down to the end of the hallway as she yelled “hEY NAT I FOUND THAT JACKET YOUVE BEEN LOOKING EVERYWHERE FOR, IT WAS IN THE TRUNK-“
she was cut off when she felt her stomach turn inside out as she saw natalie holding her own stomach in a pool of her own blood sweat and tears.
“what happened- i-“
“shhh it’s okay” natalie raised her hand, although she was weak, and brushed away sofia’s tear
she was practically whispering “i was in the wrong place at the wrong time while coming home” she took a breath “but what’s done is done”
sofia frantically looked at the woman, examining her “no no no no no not you.”
she held natalie’s hand, “anyone but you”
natalie continued to hold sofia’s face in her one hand, even though blood was now being transferred to her cheek, “non piangere per me do not cry for me”
el started to walk through the doorway before she was met with another club scene within the literal blink of her eye.
within a few seconds, people parted and el caught a glimpse of sofia who was now sitting on a couch, drink in hand, laughing
el began making her way towards her, still eyeing her movements and actions
sofia took a joint from another girl and took a hit, blowing the smoke in the air as she leaned her head back and get up to yell “BENNY SAID HE’S GOT SOMETHING SPECIAL FOR US UP STAIRS”
el hurriedly followed the group of four upstairs to see a man waiting for them, smoking a cigar
sofia walked towards a table where a white powdery substance awaited her, “oh shit benny” she grabbed the metal straw and took in a line of it to then rub her nose before getting up and letting the others have a go
a girl started to laugh “imagine if nat saw us now, that old whore would be shitting in her pants, especially seeing sof so shit faced”
sofia turned around, wiping her nose and sarcastically laughing “ya know what megan-“
sofia pushed her against the wall by her collar “dont talk about her”
one of the boys pulled her way while saying “come on let’s take a walk”
sofia broke free from him before walking back downstairs almost falling “i can go by myself im not five”
the girl she had previously called megan yelled out to her “YOU BETTER BE AT WORK MONDAY”
she was ignored as sofia made her way to the exit of the night scene and out into the street
sofia was out of it. she was feeling everything and nothing all at once. she thought about her life back in hawkins and her life in new york.
she lost both of her mothers
she lost her home
sofia approached a bridge that catered to the view of a gorgeous river
robin was in tears watching everything unravel as she looked to sofia laying on the sofa and spotted a tear fall down her cheek
sofia looked out to the river before getting on the edge and turned around, el being able to clearly see her face as she closed her eyes and tilted her head to the sky and fell
once she hit the water she was awaken to the same bridge but now she was alone and was more conscious than before as el was able to now look at the tv after taking off her blindfold and embracing mike as she cried
will redirected everyone’s attention to the television “wait this is her current fear?”
mike loosened his grip on el “yeah it’s supposed to be”
sofia was standing on the bridge’s edge once as she searched for people, but the streets were empty and she thought she was alone until she turned back to see robin
robin watched in shock, as did everyone else
robin took sofia’s face in her hands as they stared at each other, tears flowing from sofia’s face as she whispered “i’m sorry”
robin whispered back “it’s okay” she kissed her gently
as she released her, once again, sofia fell to the body of water below her
this time as she hit the water, she woke up from the sofa, gasping for air as she looked around, trying to understand her surroundings. it wasn’t until joyce began to hug her that she began to break down into tears as she tried to not look at robin
next chapter
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Chapter 1~ Emotions
It's over and done
But the heartache lives on inside
And who is the one you're clinging to instead of me tonight?
And where are you now, now that I need you?
Tears on my pillow wherever you go go
I cry me a river that leads to your ocean
You never see me fall apart
In the words of a broken heart
It's just emotions taking me over
Caught up in sorrow
Lost in the song
But if you don't come back
Come home to me, darling
Don't you know there's nobody left in this world to hold me tight
Don't you know there's nobody left in this world to kiss goodnight
Goodnight, goodnight
Sienna
I sighed, getting off of the ground wiping the dirt off of my knees, and making sure that I did the same for Brielle.
“Mommy, I’m hungry.” She said as I picked her up and started to carry her away from the gravesite
“I know, me too Bri, we're eating at grandma’s and baba’s house.” I told her once we got to the car.
She started to wiggle from excitement in my arms, which made me laugh on such a bad day.
“Cmon silly girl, we gotta go!” I said strapping her into her seat. Once I made sure she was secure, I walked around to my side to get in the car. But I had to pray first.
“Lord, please give me the strength today. I really need it.”
I looked at the tombstone again, and got back into the car before I started to cry.
Leaving the cemetery was a struggle, but I knew that I couldn’t stay here without breaking down like I did every year when I came. Today was the day that the love of my life, Julian was brutally murdered. He was my high school sweetheart, and it’s been seven years since he was killed, yet it hurts like it was yesterday.
My sisters were cooing over my stomach and rubbing, as I just told them that I was pregnant. Even though, I’m only 20 right now, I couldn’t wait to have this baby. Julian and I decided to keep the pregnancy a secret, especially since once we told our parents we knew shit would hit the fan. But also, to make sure that nothing happened to the baby.
I was four months pregnant today, and barely showing, and glad for it.
“Does Mama and Baba know?” Kristen asked,
I nodded, “Baba nearly put JuJu through the wall in the kitchen. I had to stop him from hurting him.” Chuckling at the thought.
Baba is Persian for Dad.
“Of course he would, you know Baba doesn’t play about us.” Rocky laughed.
We were all light hearted and cracking jokes and making up baby names for my and Julian’s child, when his younger sister called me. I picked it up still laughing with my sisters.
“Hey Jilly-“ I paused and sat up once I heard her crying.
“Sienna, you gotta get to St. Mary’s Now!” She sobbed.
“What’s the matter Jilly?”
My sisters were now concerned at the nervousness in my face and how my body stiffened while being on the phone.
“He was shot Sienna! You gotta get here now!”
“W-who was shot?”
I started trembling at the thought, that I knew exactly who she was talking about.
I didn’t even hear her when she said Julian’s name, I just dropped the phone with tears running down my face.
He was dead by the time that I made it to the hospital. Brielle never got to meet her father, and doesn’t know his side of the family.
I blinked coming to as I looked up and noticed we were at my parent’s house. I don’t even know how I got here. I really was on auto-pilot today.
I looked in the backseat and saw Bri knocked out cold and I thought it was the cutest thing, she looked so much like Ju it was scary.
I picked her up and carried her into the busy house that had all of my siblings and my parents. I laughed when Bash, my 14 year old brother, nearly ran into me.
“Oh shit, I’m sorry Sissy.” He said calling my nickname once he realized who I was carrying.
“It’s fine Bash, can you take her to her room please? My daughter is heavy.” I smiled.
He nodded, “I think it’s a shame that she has a better room than I do, and I live here.” He laughed, carefully taking Bri out of my arms making sure that she didn’t wake up.
“Thank you Bash!” I said kissing his forehead, right before he ran up the stairs.
“No problem.”
When he was out of my sight, I let go of my exterior and frowned. I didn’t know how I was going to get through tonight like this. I was miserable and sad, all I wanted to do was fall asleep cuddling my daughter in my bed.
I left from the front of the house and started walking towards the living room and past the kitchen when I heard a commotion come from in there.
“Salvador! Please get out of my kitchen!!” I heard my mother yell, if she was calling Baba by his first name she really was pissed.
“Alright, Alright, I’m leaving!” He said with his hands in the air, retreating from the kitchen.
I laugh catching his attention.
“Oh Sienna! How’s my baby girl?” He asked engulfing me in the biggest hug. I smiled laughing at his excitement to see me and his thick accent.
“I’m fine Dad. Thank you for asking.” I mumbled in his chest, He gave the best hugs. I honestly felt myself smiling once he let me go.
“I know that Julian was a great love, and today is tough. But I know he is looking down on you and Brielle from above.” He spoke.
I nodded appreciating the words that he was telling me.
“You know I always liked him.”
That had me crying, “Baba, you know that was a lie, you tried to severely hurt him once you found out I was pregnant with Bri.”
He shrugged his shoulders and muttered things in Persian.
“Ay! Baba. What are you talking about!” Kristen yelled, I guess she heard him rambling when she came into the house.
“He said he liked Ju and I told him that was a lie,” I chuckled trying to hide my smile at the fact that my step-father was still rambling on.
Kristen just shook her head, “Baba, please. English.”
He rolled his eyes, “You understand me either way.”
We nodded, that was true.
“Salvador, Leave the Vivienne and Violet alone!” Ma shooed as she came out of the kitchen
He started speaking in Persian and waving his hands around, then walked off, still rambling. Mom was totally confused, but Kristen and I were damn near on the floor.
“What is he muttering on about.” Mom looked at us.
“Long story short, He said “Your Maman is crazy!” And started talking about you kicking him out of the kitchen.”
Mom rolled her eyes, “Your father is nuts!”
We both shook our heads and let mom rant while walking in the kitchen.
“Where you coming from Kris?” I asked her
She shrugged, “Daddy’s house, with all the other siblings. He says Hi and if you need anything to call him.”
I nodded, Her dad always cared for me.
My family dynamic is interesting to say the least. My mother is Valentina Harris- Jimenez and I don’t know who my real father is. My mom had me at 17 and from what she tells me, my father was extremely older than her and that when she found out she was pregnant at 16, she told my dad and he dropped the bomb on her that he was married with children, and walked out. She never saw him again. My mom doesn’t talk about my father and I don’t ask. Besides my mother and I, I have younger siblings consisting of four sisters and one brother.
Kristen is 2 years younger than me and her dad is Tony Hayes. He was like a father to me and then mom and Tony split up. He has 3 other kids by his wife.
Then there’s my baba. Salvador- But everyone calls him Mateo. He literally took Kristen and I under his wings and raised us with my mom. He also fathered my little sisters Rocky, Ari and my brother Bash.
Kristen and I love Baba like he is our own dad and he loves us just like were his own daughters.
“Hello, earth to Sienna!” Rocky snapped her fingers in my face
I rolled my eyes, Rocky and I hardly ever got along, she was always argumentative and I never understood that.
“Yes Raquel?” I was already annoyed.
She tightened her lips, “I was asking you if you were okay, being that today is the day your boyfriend got killed, but never mind then.” She walked past me, but not without bumping my shoulder.
“You don’t have to be a bitch all the time, Veronica.” Kristen called out.
“Dont give a shit Violet.” She called back
Ari was coming down the stairs with Bash and Brielle on her heels.
“I guess we know who got Baba’s temper.” She said
Ari came to hug me and Kristen picked up Brielle.
Before we could even talk, mom came out of the kitchen, “TIME TO EAT!”
I whispered in my head, “Thank you God”, because I could not answer another question about Julian.
Ace
Laying in my bed, I played in her perfect straight black hair that she had just got done. We were both sweaty and sticky, but it was fun to get this way with her.
“What are you thinking about?” Dahlia asked me.
I shrugged, “Nothing really, I like your hair like this.”
“Like what?” She shifted herself and the covers, so that she could look at me , but it just showed her naked body even more.
“I like it straight, I know you prefer curly hair but I like your hair straight.”
She made a mhm sound, and got up from the bed going into the bathroom. Sitting up, I watched as her fat ass swayed in my bathroom
“You like to tease me huh?” I called out
She poked her head out of the bathroom, “Of Course, why wouldn’t I, Papi?” She smirks going back into the bathroom,
Dahlia and I have had a very long on and off relationship since we were kids. We lost our virginities together, had pregnancy scares, went through a miscarriage, a lot of ups and downs. She cheated on me when we were younger as well, and I stopped fucking with her, for years. She broke my heart and made me become heartless, but I still love her.
A friends with benefits kind of situation. That’s all I can allow to happen, because I don’t trust her, but I still only want to be with her.
I heard the shower start, so I slipped on some boxers and shorts and made my way downstairs.
I was shocked when I saw Austin and Cash in my kitchen.
“Niggas, the keys I gave you are in case of emergencies only.” I was annoyed as shit that they were here. Especially since D is upstairs.
“This was an emergency. We were hungry.” Austin mumbled while shoveling my left over pasta in his mouth.
I wanted that, I smacked my lips.
“How long y’all been here.” I muttered while looking in my fridge.
“Long enough to hear you fucking some hoe.” Cash said, while looking at her phone.
“She’s not a hoe.”
I turned around to put the ingredients to my breakfast on the counter so I could start cooking.
“Who was it?” Austin asked.
“Don’t worry about it.” I mumbled.
I know that caused them to look at each other, because they got extremely quiet. After a few minutes of me cooking and Austin and Cash playing with each other, I was glad they didn’t ask me anymore questions.
“Ash!!” Dahlia called out, and I sighed, because I knew I was about to get an earful from my sister and best friend.
She came in the kitchen and stopped once she saw them.
Dahlia cleared her throat, “Hey Austin, Autumn.”
“What’s up D?” Austin said, he hugged her and I could tell that she had missed hanging out with him.
Cash didn’t say anything, except throw death glares at her.
Once her hug from Austin was over, she came and hugged me and kissed me on the lips. She whispered in my ear, “I had a great time last night and this morning, maybe next time we can do this without an audience.”
I smirked and laughed, “Lemme walk you out D.”
We walked out the kitchen and she grabbed the remaining of her stuff before walking out of the door. Leaving the house and going to my driveway, both of us were silent, until we reached the car. I spun her towards me and gave her a very passionate kiss. She moaned and I immediately wanted to bend her on the hood of her car and take her.
“D, you can stay.” I mumbled against her lips, grabbing her ass.
She shook her head, “I can’t I got shit to handle, and plus your sister would literally kill me.” She got out of my hold and started to get into the car.
“I don’t know why she hates me.” D mumbled.
That instantly pissed me off, “You know exactly why she hates you.”
Seeing me get irritated, she sighed, “I know, and I apologized many times Ash.” I didn’t respond.
“I love you.” She said looking at me, I didn’t respond again, I just stared at my feet.
I heard her hurt and looked up at her, “I love you too, call me when you get home.”
She nodded and got in and drove off.
I turned around to see Cash and Austin standing in my window. Cash looked pissed as fuck. I sighed knowing exactly where this was going.
~~
Three hours, three hours is how long my sister yelled at me for messing with Dahlia. And she’s still fucking going.
“AUTUMN! FUCK! I get you! You don’t want me fuckin with Dahlia again. I get it.”
“No! You don’t because you were literally just fucking her a few hours ago. How could you put your dick in that bitch!” She yelled in my face.
She was taking this shit too far.
“Because I actually love her!! I wanted to marry her! You need to stop disrespecting her” I Yelled back
“How, How do you love her! You literally let this bitch walk all over you, she cheated on you constantly and here you are. Letting her back in.”
“Mind your fucking business Cash.” I mumbled.
“What? You mad? Cause you know I’m right? Huh.”
“Cash, stop.” Austin mumbled, He knew that if I got too mad that I would be on a rampage.
“No. You wanna talk about how you love that girl? That bitch didn’t have a miscarriage, she had an abortion and you know it.” Cash spat at me.
My head snapped to her, and before I could even do anything, Austin stood in front of me. He pointed to the stairs.
“Go cool off.”
I let out an angry groan, and stomped towards the stairs, I bumped shoulders with Autumn and walked to my basement door.
Before I left, “Both of y’all get the fuck out of my house and leave y’all fucking keys!” I yelled, and slammed the door.
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Taken
A/N This is a different kind of Will and Kate fanfic I hope y'all like it.
Kate opened her eyes in the darkness, she had to be strong if she was going to get out of this mess. She knew they would kill her but would wait for the right time so she had to believe there was time. It looked like a warehouse of some kind. Her heart broke for her family. William would be heartbroken and she couldn't bear to think of the children. How long would it be before they killed her?
5 hours earlier
William woke up with Kate curled into him, they both had busy schedules today but these quiet moments made it worth it.
"Good morning sweetheart." He heard her soft whisper.
"Another busy day, should be done by the time the kids are out of school." Will said covering her face with kisses.
Kate sighed as she heard Charlotte running in, "Maybe to tonight." She whispered, "Lottie what have we said about knocking sweetheart?"
"I have to knock and wait to be invited in. But this was important mummy!" Charlotte exclaimed climbing onto the bed.
William chuckled, "Well what is the emergency?" He said tussling her bedhead.
"I'm hungry!" She said rubbing her tummy.
Kate smiled, "Well that is emergency! Are your brothers awake?"
Charlotte giggled as her daddy swung her into his arms, "George is playing in his room and Louis is talking to himself. He's silly."
William heard Maria calling for Charlotte, "Maria shes in here!"
Maria helped with the kids as Kate fixed a quick breakfast, she knew people would be shocked to know that she fixed her children breakfast and fixed lunches.
"You are visiting the children's hospital today correct?" Kate nodded at William as she spooned oatmeal to give Louis.
Maria was faking the children to school this morning so Kate made sure to get hugs and kisses before her team would be here to get her ready. "I love you both! Have fun today and learn lots!"
William finished feeding Louis while Kate got ready. "Just you and me kid." Louis was such a happy baby, he rarely fussed unless he had a dirty diaper but William felt that showed good sense. "Mummy is planning your first birthday, you will get cake and maybe a few presents."
He looked up when Kate walked in, she was wearing a blue overcoat with black heels and a matching hat band. "Louis isn't mummy beautiful?"
Louis looked at her and smiled his baby grin, "mamama"
Kate smiled, "thank you my handsome boys. I have to scoot but give me a kiss. I love you." She said kissing Louis head. She turned to William, "and I love you." She pressed her lips to William's, "I won't be late."
Present
William was outraged, his wife, his Kate had been taken. He would never forget the look on his protection officers face "Repeat." The man had said, his face pale and then those words, "Confirm the swan has been abducted."
William had lunged at the man, screaming at him, no matter that they were in an engagement. "Where is my wife? Where is she?"
And they hadn't known, they had taken him from the engagement and now he was on his way to Buckingham palace for his safety which he thought was crazy, they should be out finding her not worrying whether he stubbed his toe. "My children? Where are they?"
"They have been picked up and are on their way to the palace as well, they do not know."
William nodded and closed his eyes, where was she? Was she scared? If they hurt her, he trailed off he couldn't think that way.
He saw Charlotte talking a mile a minute in his father's lap, George was telling Harry about a spider at school. They were so blissfully unaware. He had to be to be strong for them, he looked around for Louis but didn't see him. "Where is Louis?" Fear clutched at him, what if he had been taken as well, then he saw Megan holding a smiling Louis, "Thank God" he murmured.
Charles forced a smile at his eldest son, "Glad you could join us son, Camillia why dont you take the children outside to play a spell?" He continued smiling as William hugged and kissed his children and ushered them out.
The second all three were out of earshot William exploded, "Where is she? I have to find her, I dont have time to sit around here!"
"Son, I know you are frustrated and upset but we have good men looking for her. You know you have to stay here." Charles tried to explain.
In his 36 years he had never come so close to hitting his father, "You cannot expect me to sit here! She needs me! She could be scared or hurt...or...no I will not lose her!" He felt Harry grab his arm and he shook it off. "Fine, if you won't help me, I will find her myself!"
He hadn't seen his grandmother and the Prime Minister walk in, "William please hear us out and then we will discuss the next steps."
Meanwhile, across town, "She is a pretty woman." The man named Rick ran his hand down her cheek, he took off the gag over mouth.
"What do you want?" She winced at how dry and sore her throat was, she had lost track of how long she had been in the dark warehouse.
"If we had time, a piece of you but we already sent your ring to the Prime Minister, do you think they know you are gone?" He seemed to enjoy taunting her, obviously he was the ringleader. So far she had counted only three men, they hadn't blind folded her, she knew they figured she would be dead before she could identify them.
Her wrists were raw from her trying to free them, "I know they know I am gone as do you." She had seen the news when they had showed her of William being led out of his engagement early, he had his public face on but she had seen the fear in his eyes.
"As soon as they give me what I want I will let you go." He said with a sneer.
"No you won't, you didn't blindfold me so you are planning to kill me. If and when you do, William will make sure you never breathe again." He grabbed her breast and she spat in his face. He slapped her and she tasted blood. She didn't react that's what they wanted.
She had to control her temper and figure out a way out of this mess.
William sat down as his grandmother did, then Teresa May handed him an envelope, "This was sent to me today, there is no way to know who it is from."
He gasped as he touched the ring, the blue sapphire sparkled, he clutched it as he opened the note.
"By now you know that we have the Duchess of Cambridge, give us what we want and she will not be harmed. Release Angus McCoy and she will be retuned. If not she dies."
"Who is Angus McCoy?" William asked, "Wait he was responsible for that bombing a few months back?" Teresa nodded.
William couldn't hear anymore, he didn't want to hear how England does not negotiate with terrorists.
He got up and began pacing, "Do you know where she is? It's been hours."
Elizabeth nodded, "Yes, we have been able to pinpoint her location. Catherine's phone has a GPS tracker, apparently they took it and turned it off but now it's been turned back on. This is most likely a trap but an MI-6 team will go in and see what they can do."
William shot up, "I am going with them Granny, you cannot keep me here!"
Charles started to argue but Elizabeth shook her head, "Very well but you will abide by these rules. You will go in capacity of the pilot, you will not leave that helicopter for any reason. You must remember that other lives are at stake. I have told Captain Simpson that he is in charge and if you do not stay or try to argue he has my permission to handcuff you to the helicopter."
He looked from his grandmother to his father, he had forgotten Harry and Megan were in the room. "I understand, let me say goodbye to the children and I will be ready."
As William went into the garden, Charles turned to his mother, "Are you sure about this? What if he is captured?"
"If something happens to her, he will never forgive himself, he is a grown man and I have a feeling he will do as he's been told. He doesn't have to actually rescue her, but he needs to feel hes done something. " Honestly she wondered if it was a wise decision but Philip had convinced her.
William stood a moment watching them play, he walked to where Louis was crawling on a blanket. Louis looked so much like Kate it took his breath away. Since Louis was only a baby he could be honest. "Sweet boy, mummy is in danger but I am going to get her back. We need her don't we? I just cannot do this alone. I love you pumpkin." He kissed his cheek and gave him a cuddle. "Georgie, Lottie come here please."
"Daddy has to go on a quick trip in the helicopter but I will be back as soon as I can. Be good and help Maria with Louis." He said hugging them both tight.
George looked around, "Where is mummy? She said she would be here when we got home from school."
William hated lying, but he didn't want George to worry. "She was delayed, but she sends her love and will be home soon."
Across town, Catherine lay her phone down, a while ago she had gotten her hands free. They had left her phone out, so she had turned it on knowing the GPS would work. She hoped it was on long enough to get help and then turned it back off. She hadn't dare try to call. She put her hands behind her back as she heard footsteps down the hall. Please God let someone find me, she prayed.
The chopper was ready, William met the team and jumped in the pilot seat. The coordinates showed a warehouse still inside London city limits.
Andrew Simpson watched him, he was there with two more teammates, not a large number but if there Intel was right it was all they needed. He hoped Catherine could hold her own and not go to pieces. "Your highness" he began but was cut off by "You are going to save my wife's life please call me Will."
"Very well, Will tell me about your children? Trust me, right now you are paralyzed in fear for your wife but trust me talking about your children helps." Andrew Simpson had been through similar situations in war.
William nodded and cleared his throat, "My little girl, Lottie, people always say there's a bond between fathers and daughters and I never knew how right they were until we had her. She is our little darling, but dont let her fool you mischievous is her middle name. She is a little mother to Louis, loves to see what he is up to and help Kate with him." He was surprised to feel himself relaxing. "Louis is my baby, he is the happiest boy in the world. He looks so much like Kate. George boy he is a scamp, he really keeps us on our toes has since he was born really tests the limits sometimes but you won't find a bigger heart." He became lost in thought thinking of them, of George bringing home baby animals he swore were lost or hurt and needed care.
As they got close, Captain Andrew Simpson asked him to stay and he nodded as he landed near the warehouse. He had a weapon and knew how to shoot. "If you have a gun give it to her, she is skilled at shooting."
He watched as the team ran towards the warehouse. It killed him to stay but he knew he would be more of a hindrance than a help. Please God she has to be okay.
Catherine heard the gunshots, she tried to get a low as she could. She prayed someone was coming. Rick grabbed her by the hair and yanked her back holding a gun to her head. "I will blow your brains out princess." He sneered.
There was a pop and he fell, she looked in horror as blood poured around him. "Your highness, I am Captain Andrew Simpson, let's get out of here. Will said you could shoot, please carry this. Anything happens keep running when you get outside you'll hear the chopper run to it."
Kate nodded and grabbed her phone, she didn't want it to fall into the wrong hands.
The chopper was in the parking lot next door and she saw with a gasp her husband sitting inside.
Will turned to look, he almost couldn't believe it, he jumped from the helicopter and ran to her, "Kate oh baby thank God you are okay!" He held her in his arms until he realized there was an audience and he needed to get her to safety.
When Catherine woke up she knew she was in the hospital, she heard the beeping from the machine next to her. She looked over and saw William on the phone. When he saw her he hung up, "Hey baby how are you? They are going to release you soon. You have been asleep over 48 hours."
While she had slept William had finally taken a moment to look at her, he saw the bruises on her face and her cut lip. Her wrists were raw and bloody, rage filled him. If the scum wasn't head he would kill him.
Now she was awake and kept watching him, "The children?" He smiled of course she was more concerned about them.
"George knows a bad man hurt you but that I and a team of soldiers rescued you. Charlotte knows you were hurt but okay. Louis is blissfully unaware of anything." Will had told the kids that morning when Pippa had come to stay with Kate.
Tears filled her eyes, "oh Billy I was so scared. I thought I would never see you and the children again." She cried clinging to him.
"I know sweetheart, I was scared too but you are safe now. I love you always." They held one another as dawn broke. The bruises would fade but together they could overcome anything.
A/N hope y'all liked it!
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Heartbeats on the Airwaves chapter 5
As always, for @acealex-blueiguana
Cecil had to stay in the hospital for a week and a half, to make sure the wound healed properly and wasn’t infected. He slept a lot because the exhaustion of his job is finally catching up with his over worked body. Carlos spends a good chunk of his free time in Cecil’s room, making small talk, cuddling and exchanging small kisses.
They shared dinner most nights, unless Carlos got called away. Carlos managed to sneak away and picked up Chinese. Now, Carlos sat cross legged and barefoot at the foot of Cecil’s bed, listening to Cecil go on about how much he hates his brother-in-law. Carlos smiles a little. This man was an absolute dork, but Carlos was completely smitten. He sets his chopsticks down in the container and then sets it aside, pulling Cecil’s feet into his lap, rubbing small counter-clockwise circles around the ankles. Which were quite boney.
“What are we going to do for our first date?” He asked randomly.
Cecil gives noise that was basically a purr and opens his eyes.
“Nothing to fancy. Because a good time isn’t based on how much money you spend.”
“I could cook for you.” Carlos suggests. “Since your birthday is next week.”
“How did you-oh god. Right there!” Cecil groans as Carlos presses his thumb into the arc of Cecil’s foot.
Carlos chuckles. “I read your chart. I also know you have a wheat allergy. And that your middle name is Gershwin.”
“Now hold on- “Cecil keens again, arching his back a little as Carlos begins to rub the lower part of Cecil’s left leg before switching to the right.
“Hm?”
“You know so much about me and I hardly know anything about you.”
“Well, my middle name is Fernando, my birthday May 20th and I’m allergic to cats. Which I assume you have because the first time we met you ran into me and then I was sneezing like crazy all day.”
Carlos smiles at the memory but Cecil’s face fell.
“Oh.”
“Hey. Don’t worry about it. I take Claritin. Because I can handle it and I would hate to stop seeing you, as we are now dating and all.”
“You’ll have to meet him sometime.”
“What if he hates me?”
“Then it’s not going to work out. I can’t date anyone my cat doesn’t trust.”
Carlos nods. “I can respect that. I hope I’ll make a good impression.”
“I’m sure he’ll love you as much as I do.” Cecil muses before his eyes go wide and one hand clapped over his mouth. “Shit. Sorry. I know it’s still way early and- “He kind of shrinks back a little.
Carlos reaches out, a tad concerned. “Cecil? Are you okay?” He asked softly.
Cecil nods quickly. “I’m alright. Just lost control of my mouth for a moment is all.”
Carlos reaches out and takes his hand, giving a careful and gentle squeeze.
“You meant it?”
Cecil looks up at him. “I do.”
“That’s good. Because I love you too.”
Cecil's mouth dropped open and he was stunned silent. Carlos chuckles again and shifts to his knees, leaning up to kiss Cecil’s lips. Cecil was speechless. Cecil “I talk for a living, so I don’t do shut up” Palmer was silent. It was a bit jarring.
“You’re adorable.” Carlos grins before sitting back down.
“You broke me.”
“I do apologize. But I am a doctor so I’m sure I can fix what I broke.”
“I do believe I’m entitled to compensation.” Cecil gives a small smile.
Carlos raises an eyebrow. “I’m sure we can work something out.”
Before Cecil could answer, Carlos kissed him once more and then kisses his forehead. “Are you wanting to do that interview?”
“I had completely forgotten about it.” Cecil admits. “But sure. Not like I have anything better to do at the moment.”
Carlos opens his mouth to retort but Cecil gives him a look and he shuts his mouth with a laugh.
“You need to behave Dr. Mendez.”
“I don’t know what you are talking about Mr. Palmer.”
“Mhm. Hand me my bag please?”
Carlos gets up and picks up the satchel that Dana had dropped off earlier. Its bag was covered in pins and patches ranging from pride to Star Trek. It was very Cecil. He hands it over and watches as Cecil opens it and digs through files and papers before pulling out a recorder.
“Here we are.” Cecil holds up the silver recorder triumphally.
“Anything else?” Carlos asked as he settles back down at the foot of the bed.
“Nope. Let’s begin.”
Cecil slipped into a professional personality easily, despite being in a hospital gown and hooked to multiple machines.
“I’m here with Mercy Eastern’s Chief of Surgery, Dr. Carlos Mendez. I’ve been told you have big news for the viewers?”
“I do.” Carlos smiles, seeming a bit nervous for some reason.
Cecil reaches over and takes his hand, giving a gentle squeeze.
“What is your news?”
“Originally the Crystal Storm Foundation was for teenage and single mothers to get help so they can get back on their feet, but as of February 13th, this Wednesday, we will be extending our reach to women who cannot conceive and working with surrogates to provide them with the family they cannot produce themselves. We believe everyone deserves a chance to be a family.” The words seemed to be pouring out now.
Cecil couldn’t help the smile that spreads across his lips. He loved how passionate Carlos seemed when talking about helping others. His eyes light up and hold a love for people.
“We also will be helping children in the system to find forever homes. Everyone should have someone to love them.”
Cecil nods a little, his eyes starting to sting a little. Carlos stopped talking and reaches out for his hand.
“Cecil? Is something wrong?”
“No. No. Nothing is wrong. It’s just…. you are so amazing. I’m so lucky to have met you. I- “He pauses, reaching over to turn off the recorder before continuing. “Carlos, words usually come easily to me. That’s why I do what I do.” He pauses and looks away, only to have Carlos reach over and take his hand.
“But?”
Cecil looks back over. “But you make me speechless. I’m at a loss for words. I don’t know why. I’ve dated before. But this is different. You are different.”
Carlos gazes at him for a moment. “I’m…. I’m amazing because you make me want to be amazing. You have this way of making people want to be better. You inspire me with your raw passion and loyalty to your work.”
Cecil was openly crying now, and Carlos panicked.
“I didn’t mean to make you cry! I’m sorry!”
Cecil gives a watery laugh. “You.”
“Me?”
“Yes, you.”
“What about me?”
Cecil tugs on his hand. “Hold me. I’m tired.”
“Yes sir.” Carlos smiles a little and cleans off the bed before getting up.
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The next week went by in a blur and before Carlos knew it, it was Cecil’s birthday. He wasn’t sure what to get as a gift but suddenly, he just knew. He ran out and bought the supplies before hurrying home and getting to work.
The day passed by fairly quickly and soon it was six o’clock. He slides the lasagna into the oven and moved to answer the door. Cecil stands on the other side, wearing what he wore on the news that night, with his hair pulled back into an elegant braid. His glasses slipped down his narrow nose a little and Carlos smiles fondly.
“Hey beautiful. Happy Birthday.” Carlos steps back after pressing a chaste kiss to Cecil’s lips. Cecil follows him to the kitchen.
“I wasn’t sure if you drank red or white, so I brought both.” Cecil says as he sits down the paper bag he was carrying.
“I’m not to picky. Which do you prefer?”
“My favorite is Arbor Mist, the raspberry one but where I went didn’t have any, so I got Pinot Grigio and Rosé.”
“Oh, that’s too bad. I’m sure we can make do.” Carlos leans against the counter with an easy smile.
“I have been told I’m pretty easy to satisfy.” Cecil comments.
Carlos raises an eyebrow. “Is that so?”
Cecil’s eyes go wide, and his face, ears and neck flush a bright red as he struggles to answer. Carlos laughs.
“Yknow, you made that exact same face when we first met.”
“Please don’t bring that up. I have to deal with both Dana and Earl teasing me about it.” Cecil wines a little and buries his face in his hands.
Carlos crosses the kitchen pulls him close. “I’m sorry. I can’t help it. You have a cute blush.”
“You are annoying. You know that?” Cecil says, his voice muffled where he tucked his head into the crook of Carlos’ neck.
“You love it.”
“Yeah.” Cecil presses a kiss to Carlos’ neck. “I do.”
Before Carlos could answer, his pager went off in the living room. He tightens his hold on Cecil with a groan. He wasn’t on call tonight!
“Do you need to go?” Cecil asked, pulling away a little.
“I can have someone else get it.”
“What if they need you?”
Carlos rubs a hand over his face. He knew Cecil was right, but he didn’t want to leave. Cecil takes his hand.
“Hey. It’s okay. Go.”
“But- “
“I’m used to spending my birthday alone. We can reschedule.”
The words made Carlos’ heart hurt.
“You have lives to save.”
Carlos nods. “I know.” He kisses the center of Cecil’s palm. “Don’t go anywhere. I’ll be back as soon as I can.”
“Be safe.”
“I will.” Carlos promises, turning the oven off and taking the pan out. “You can eat if you want. It’s wheat free.” He says, kissing him once more before moving into the bedroom to put his shoes on.
Carlos finally gets home around eleven to find Cecil asleep on the couch with Stark Trek: The Next Generation playing quietly in the background. Half a glass of Rosé sits on the coffee table but both the lasagna and the cake are untouched. Cecil’s purple glasses sat crooked on his face and his clothes were rumpled enough for Carlos to assume that he’d been asleep for at least an hour. Carlos quietly sits down the bottle of Arbor Mist-raspberry of course- on the coffee table and kneels down beside the couch. He had to go to three different stores to find it, but he didn’t mind. He brushes back Cecil’s bangs and kisses his forehead. Cecil stirs a little before snapping awake and jerking upright.
“No!” He gasped, making Carlos fall back.
“Cecil?” He asked.
Cecil looked around before his eyes landed on Carlos and him visibly relaxed. “Oh. Carlos. You’re back.” He smiles.
“Are you alright?”
“Yeah. I’m fine. Just a bad dream is all.”
“Do you want to talk about it?”
“Not tonight.” Cecil shudders. “What time is it?”
“Eleven ten.” Carlos picks himself up off of the floor. “I know it hasn’t been the best birthday, but we still have fifty minutes we can salvage.”
“Sorry I fell asleep. I wanted to wait up for you.”
“I don’t mind. It was a cute sight to come home to. I got you something.” Carlos says, handing over the bottle.
“Where did you find this?!? Everyone is sold out!”
“I just got lucky I guess.”
The truth was that he drove two towns over to find it, but Cecil didn’t need to know that.
“Thank you.”
“There’s one more thing.”
“Oh?”
“Wait here.” Carlos instructs, going to his room and getting the box and returning to the couch.
Cecil takes it with a curious expression and opens the box. Nestled in silver tissue paper is the vest that Carlos had ripped when Cecil had gotten shot. It was cleaned and repaired, with a red flannel heart sewn onto the left side, over his heart.
“One of the holes was to big to fix so I improvised with one of my own shirts.” Carlos admits, rubbing the back of his head.
Cecil looks at him, a gentle expression on his face. “I love it.”
Carlos kissed him once. “Happy Birthday Dearheart.”
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CECIL’S CAKE RECIPE!!!
Okay so I’m from the south and the best damn cake ever is called a hummingbird cake. It’s been in my family for literally forever. And now y’all have the recipe.
3 cups all-purpose flour
2 cups sugar
1 teaspoon salt
1 teaspoon baking soda
1 teaspoon ground cinnamon
3 large eggs, beaten
11/2 cups vegetable oil
vanilla extract(as much as you feel is right)
1 (8-ounce) can crushed pineapple, undrained
2 cups chopped bananas
1 cup chopped pecans
Shortening
Cream cheese frosting
1/2 cup chopped pecans
How to Make It
Step 1
Preheat oven to 350°. Whisk together flour and next 4 ingredients in a large bowl; add eggs and oil, stirring just until dry ingredients are moistened. Stir in vanilla, pineapple, bananas, and 1 cup chopped toasted pecans. Spoon batter into 3 well-greased (with shortening) and floured 9-inch round cake pans.
Step 2
Bake at 350° for 25-30 minutes or until a wooden pick inserted in center comes our clean. Cool cake layers in pans on wire racks 10 minutes; remove from pans to wire racks, and cool completely (about 1 hour).
Step 3
Place 1 cake layer on a serving platter. Spread 1 cup Cream Cheese Frosting over cake layer. Top with second layer, and spread 1 cup frosting over cake layer. Top with third cake layer, and spread top and sides of cake with remaining frosting and pecans.
I also like to mix coconut into the frosting
frosting is optional and the pineapple can be substituted with cherries
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Writing Prompt #1
A hero who transforms into a villan.....
Luthier did not realize today was the say his whole world would slide into a different direction. He began the morning as any hero would patrolling the streets and drinking his coffee. His costume sat quietly under his street clothes of shirt and tie. He kept his eyes sharp as he took a swig of his coffee, nothing seemed different and the town was in a quiet state thanks to the early morning.
Nestled in the other side of the city happened a man who was plotting and getting ready for the start of his new rule or so he thought. He smiled wickedly as he strolled into a gas station and began to browse the isles. This wicked man had a plan and the only way to make sure it was to come to fruition started to spray the snacks and food sitting on the shelves. He passed all the isles spraying his gas. Then he paid for his gas and left making sure to watch people come in and out with the gassed foods. He smirked turning around to head to another place and plant his gas.
Luthier was unaware of the situation until he began to feel his usual tingle in his brain making him aware of someone distressed in the city. He grabs his shirt and walks into the alley making sure he is not seen and takes his street clothes off to show his super hero uniform of bright crimson red and gold as he pushes off from the ground to fly into the grey sky. He makes his flight and begins to scan around looking for the issue. He seems unaware of the people below him in awe of his ability. "Crimson Rage must of sensed someone in trouble" a young mother told her son as he pointed to the sky at the man hovering in the sky. His green eyes bounced from area to area until he saw the distress, a young man was on the ground with his hands clasped around his throat. To the world as a hero the man named Crimson Rage made his flight as quickly as he could and landed in front of the man with his hands around his throat, he seemed choking or possibly asthma? He couldn't fully decide until he decided to take action he walked cautiously to him with his hands up to show the man. The man looked up and gasped as he fell fully to the floor curled up in a ball. Crimson Rage rushed over to help and all he saw was the man draw a breath and his eyes faded he had died in the heros arms. A painful expression flooded onto his face as he help the poor man in his hands. Nothing this bad has ever happened to him in his hero experience. Holding the dead body started to make him uncomfortable as the pedestrians watched in horror realizing that the man was indeed dead and no way to save him or was the hero too late? He stood with the man in his arms holding him tight and looking around he opened his mouth to speak only to watch 3 more collapse and grab at their throats just like the man in his arms he quickly put the man down and rushed to them thinking quick he opened the mans mouth listening for breath as they gagged on air. Crimson Riot attempted CPR to help get air through but with little success the 3 people also collapsed dying with their final breath. Crimson Riot let out an agrivated yell as he looked at them. Nothing seemed to help. He looked around to watch more people showing up and begin to whisper. Nothing seems to be helping nothing is going right for Crimson Riot. The cops sirens begin to wail and call closer to their area. The crowd makes room as 4 cops come up and look st crimson riot as the bodies lay under him.
"Care to explain Crimson?' The blond haired officer asked with his hand crossing over his chest. Crimson paused he had nothing to say, he shook his head and continued to look down at the bodies.
"The man over there collapsed holding his throat then just died, while this was going on the 3 others over here did the exact same..." his deep voice sounded sad. The officer looked at the bodies and then back to the hero. He shook his head and used his walkie talkie to call for some ambulances. They came faster than expected loading the perished people into their trucks and rushing off. The cop looked at Crimson again glaring, something did not seem right, he always found a way to save them. Crimson Rage looked over to see the angry expression on his face and prepped his legs for a take off to escape the eyes of the crowd, he could hear them whisper and chatter his hearing was perfect. 'So did he kill them?' One asked. 'You think it's set up?' A girl asked. Luthier sighed and heard a scream a few blocks over and flew over to investigate 3 more down and this time dead. He had been so focused on the others he didnt notice his senses going off. A crooked smile came to his face as he watched the lady cry and run to him. "Please help! My daughter took a bite of her candy bar and then she started to choke I tried to help but she died in my arms!!" She wailed tears streaming down her face. Crimson Rage sighed lightly and walked over to the girl just to see the same dead expression the man had as he died. He shook his head and looked back to her. "A man a few blocks over on Rainer St. Just died of a similar illness...." his voice trailed off as he placed the girl back on the ground. The mother froze her eyes filled with tears, "So your going to do nothing!?" The hero looked at her with a sorry look on his face, "I'm sorry there is nothing I can do...." The mother wailed as she fell to her knees.
For the rest of the day reports of the choking death began to come in the population began to decrease slowly but enough to notice. The police were baffled and the hospital and scientists on this could not figure out the solution or how this was happening. More and more the people began to riot and fight with the police and the Hero Crimson Rage believing they were hiding something or not helping as much as they could.
"He doesnt care about us!!" A man shouted as a bottle busted Crimson Rage in the head a trickle of blood slipped down his cheek. Crimson Rage looked agitated and made sure to let out a rough huff. The man slowly backed up realizing the strength a hero had compared to a simple human. " I have been on this trail for a long time" growled Crimson Rage, "No matter how I try nothing seems to be the answer to why this is happening..."
The crowd booed him and shouted as he pushed off again into the air to avoid the fight with them and the media. The media already assumed he was a lousy hero and wanted him to retire. 'You get one bad day of it and everyone is at your throat' he thought as he flew over to Remison Park seeing the police cars lights flickering. He landed seeing a handful of children on the ground curled in a ball. Parents mourning and others shouting for an explanation. The people silence as they see Crimson Rage land and walk over to them. A mother comes forward with a mourning face and stands in his way, "If you cant help us or give us a reason we dont want you here..." she extends her hands to make a blockage and more people begin to join in her protest. Crimson Riot sighs and again leaps into the air without a word. He sits in the air pondering a bit to himself. Nothing made sense, normal and fine day turned sour with 6 deaths in one day then over the course of a week more than 20....the numbers keep going up' he puts his arms crossed over his chest as he continues to think. The deaths were maddening and making him uncomfortable he had never once lost a soul while he was around now they were dropping like flies.
Before he could get hit Crimson Riot dodges a bullet that was aimed at him. He looked down to see a few officers standing with their guns fully aimed to him. He shook his head in disbelief as he flew off to change back into Luthier. Quickly he grabbed his abandoned clothes and put them on in a hurry. He made sure his costume was fully covered before he came out walking around like all the other regular Joe's. He stopped instantly to hear a breaking news bulletin as he grabbed a sandwich to eat.
"Stop Crimson Rage" the news anchor growled as he stared into the camera " since this sickness has been around he has been no help to save our lives." Luthier rolled his eyes and the story continued. "Why have a hero if he does nothing to save us?" The man seemed to be yelling now. "He is no use to us and we dont need him" Luthier heard enough leaving with his sandwhich, he smiled happily and took a monstrous bite out of the food. He swallowed and a strange sensation filled him, it was like darkness had hit him with a truck and he could feel his care and love for his town disappear. He continued to eat, each bite bringing out more rage than before he grinned and looked around at the people who just walked the streets. An evil feeling over came him as he grabbed a child by the neck lifting him to his eyes and grinned with monstrous eyes as he tightened his grip on the childs throat. "PLE- MISTER-YOUR HUR" the poor child tired to talk but the more he tried the harder the grip before he knew the child had passed out and Luthier threw him to the ground. The father cried begging for his sons life as he laid motionless.
Luthier let out a cackle and began to rip off his street clothes again to reveal his identity. "Cant help you?" He sneered as he raced over to another this time a woman and grabbing her throat again snapping her fragile throat in half. "Not needed!?" He howled as he continued to massacre anyone in his path making sure to go for the throats. Screams of terror filled the block as cops raced to stop the now turned villain Crimson Riot. They shot a few guns even tried a few new test guns to take him down, crimson riot laughs hysterically as he leaps into the sky blood covers his face and hands. "The city who wants to stop me?" He mocks as he let's out a sonic punch destroying half the block and killing more people. Crinson Rage grins knowing full well if he cant be the hero theres always room to be a villan.
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