#My mom tried to calm me down cause i was sobbing so hard my cats were looking at me weird

[aleswiftgron]

I have been crying for the past 4 hours (i'm not even exagerating, it was at 23:00h and now it's past 3 am) bc a spanish reality singing show broke my two gays apart and i get into Tumblr to try and cheer myself up AND NOW I'M CRYING BECAUSE OF KIT AND TY AND IM SEEING SIMILARITIES, when will i ever be happy??

#my eyes look like frog eyes #even my waterproof mascara and liner stained my whole face black #think about how much i've cried #My mom tried to calm me down cause i was sobbing so hard my cats were looking at me weird #kit herondale #the wicked powers #the dark artifices #ty blackthorn #kit x ty #twp #ty x kit #tda #ot 2023 #operación triunfo

[plainbageltoastedwithbutter]

oswald cobblepot (the penguin) hcs

DONT TELL ME IM WRONG IM RIGHT /lh

I'm leaning towards asexual penguin but I feel like aceflux would also work. if you don't know what aceflux is, it just means your sexual attraction fluctuates on the asexual spectrum

ik most iterations of penguin involve him actually liking birds, even being RAISED by penguins but i feel for gotham penguin, he probably wouldn't like to get birds. sure, he uses the name penguin but only because he found power and intimidation in using it but it's still connected to his trauma of being made fun of.

he's unlabeled cause 1. robin has stated that there's no confirmation that oswald is specifically gay. he's just not straight. 2. is because it makes sense for his character not to rlly give thought to his sexuality or to put a name on it, however i do think he only likes men just isn't labeled. if someone were to ask him his sexuality, he'd whip around and go "that's not of your concern!" and storm off or something pfft

he gets sick often, especially during his umbrella boy days. like imagine standing in the rain but you have to give your umbrella to fish mooney of all people because its what you get paid for. he'd get sick often cause of the cold murky weather of gotham. he's also unhygienic, at least in the start of gotham and constantly shouts so he'd probably get sick rlly often and has sore throat. cuts back to his mom always helping him with her tea and how he has a raspy voice!!

when ed switches over to riddler all oswald does is "ed ed ed ed come back baby im sorry"

him being domestic can range from childish innocent things like singing songs to each other and having picnics to tracking down people to kill <3

probably only got a dog cause he wanted loyalty and a dog is known for being loyal. hes seems more like a cat person to me

learns asl for martin, (and teaches him it if he doesn't already know how). oswald will literally ONLY shut up for martin, he won't speak when he's signing or when martin is (ed is kinda different but THIS ISNT ABOUT HIM *proceeds to write mostly riddlebird hcs*)

oswald buys martin antique toys and lame stuff, like jack in the boxes. ed buys him extremely hard puzzles and 'educational toys'. uncle zsasz buys him music-related things, headphones, radios, etc. barbara buys him more of what a kid would want, like an xbox. (ik this isnt just oswald but idc)

actually back on the cat person oswald, im going to state how cats are attracted to HIM. he probably tried to pet a cat when he was a kid and got scratched and sobbed to gertrude. he'll immediately become upset when a cat doesnt like him but he'll eventually learn how to gain a cat's trust and suddenly theres six following him around, he teaches them to bring dead animals to his enemies.

he treats his maids and house employees extremely well. like olga was the one to like oswald and not ed. why?? because he pays her good!

sadly probably mistakes olga as his mom, he catches himself right when "mother" slips out of his mouth, he feels embarrassed and ashamed, he doesn't get mad at olga but he excuses himself and runs to his room. olga doesnt get angry, she just feels bad :(

oswald walks into gcpd. everyone stops what they're doing and are like "oh no", he just skips over to lucius and props his umbrella on his desk and is like. "make this into a gun or else." with two of his henchmen behind him. hes not even scared that hes surrounded by police PFFT

in MY gotham, oswald is still very close with ivy and other people like mr freeze and firefly.

he realizes how bad he was to them, apologizes and promises to be a better friend. everyone is skeptical besides ivy cuz she's naive but turns out he's not lying. he gets upset when ivy messes up or whatever but quickly apologizes and calms himself down, he learns to value his friends and their quirks as they have for him

oswald is autistic and has bpd, along with apd, maybe ptsd?

he usually gets driven around by others but he owns his own car which is a hearse. yes, coffin car.

doesn't know about ed's hallucinations but finds his pills and was like ???

he dropped out of school probably when he was a teen and when he did have school, i'd like to think that he had straight A's.

not only did he get bullied a lot but oswald is smart. it's only a matter of time before he snaps, so i imagine he'd put his smarts to use and would start a business where he'd write people's essays and tutor them for tests (explains why he wasn't surprised when ed asked for oz to mentor him)

gertrude would have boyfriends when oswald was younger, but oswald being the clingy mama's boy he is, didn't like them. he'd put bugs in their pillows and coffee, and other fucked up shit to scare them off. eventually, they'd break up with gertrude and yell at her about how fucked up her kid is. gertrude would get rlly upset and explains how her little oswald could do no wrong. after a while, getrude would stop dating entirely, much to oswald's approval.

his favorite holiday is christmas and thanksgiving

does not speak of either mothers day or fathers day

will disappear off the face of the earth on those days

hates the cold strangely, it reminds him of when he almost drowned, multiple times. he always has multiple layers on so when you see without all that or a suit in general its very 'woah'

he hates when people touch him, especially those who he does not trust. like did you see when sofia touched him that one time, EW. or when he first met ed, "you're standing too close", could be that he could strike at any moment but he also just doesnt like strangers

speaking of his touch aversion, oswald wouldn't trust ed to touch him after he, yknow tried to kill him. in s5, when oswald jumped to save ed was probably when he got over it and as we know they later hug (non-homosexually 😊)

ed is like the only one who can mention his mom (ofc in a good way) without oswald bursting out in tears or attacking them. partially because of their shared history, when ed nursed oswald back to health he used his mother's memory to gain his trust more.

when people insult him, depending on who you are he'll either dissociate or attack you. he's probably learnt to do that from when he was bullied as a kid

speaks rlly fondly of fish after her death, ppl would be like "but didnt she try to kill you?" "idk what you're talking about"

doesnt kiss ed unless ed goes in for the kiss first, hes afraid of somehow being rejected again, and also cause he's aceflux he doesn't crave a kiss like some ppl do but he does forehead kiss martin all the time. hes the parent who will drive martin in his limousine and be like 'wheres my hug 🥺🥺' before he gets out of the car to go to school

ok me needs to sleep hope this was enough to satisfy the penguin stans

#riddlebird #nygmobblepot #oswald cobblepot fanart #dc #gotham #ed nygma #gotham tv #the penguin #the penguin headcanons #oswald cobblepot headcanons

[justagirljournal]

About Loss

I'm doing this because I need to breathe, and since I was young, the only way I managed to do that was by writting. English is not my first language, but I want to practise, and I always knew how to express myself better in english. I am not an tech girl. I would rather do that on an notebook, which I did, for years. But it's no longer safe. My mom found my journals, and she used it against me so many times, and I am tired, I just want peace.

Since my dad passed a few months ago, all my journals became a letter to him. Just letting him know how I miss him, and the news about the world. He loved to read the newspaper, so I tried to do this for him.

But I can't write to him anymore, at least for now. There's so much things going on, and the last thing I need is my mom to found out and read this privacy letters I write to my late dad. There is somethings that I want to share only with him, and the last thing I need is my mom stucking her nose onto it.

But I can't handle the weight of the world in my chest anymore, so I decided to start this. My father was (and still is) my best friend, and his absence is killing me slowly. I thought about killing myself multiple times since he has gone. But I can't do that with my girlfriend, with M, and with the good soul who had guiding me through my loss: my cat.

When my dad passed, I thought my mom and I where finally grow closer. Well... it's safe to say that didn't happen. She didn't exactly help me. I mean, I would be unfair to say that she didn't do anything to help me. She hired some lawyers to help me with the burocracy things that comes with death, and she paid the debts I made because of her. But she wasn't a shoulder I could cry on. My cat, though, the simple fact that he did exist, and that the only thing that he asks to me is food and love, and how his purring could calm down my sobs of crying, and the way he sitted in my chest when I thought I couldn't handle it anymore... yeah, he did more for me than my mom, or than anyone from my family, tbh.

But only three months after my dad passed, my mother decided to kick him out from our house. And that broke me.

He couldn't stay at my gf house, because she already has a cat and her mother wouldn't allow it. And to give him away to another person to take care of him... no, I couldn't do it. I'm responsible for him.

So, my gf and I passed all the weekend searching for cheap houses we could rent, so I could move on with him. We found a house. It's cheap. But there wasn't nothing into it. I rentede in december, its march, he is living there, but I am still living with my mom, cause I don't have the money to buy a bed. I payed 5 months of rent in advance, with the money my dad has left me, but my dad wasn't a rich man. I go there every single day, even when I am sick, so I can feed and caress him. My gf is helping me a lot, but she isn't rich too.

I bought a refrigerator and an oven. It's all the mobiles I have. And I started an online business of frozen food. I cook there, and I sell on instagram. My mom doesn't know about this place, because she would freak out. My family doesn't wouldn't understand why I am leaving my sick mom home alone for a "cat". They don't understand that he is more than a cat for me.

So, I started this business, and it's been pretty hard. Not because of the nights I didn't sleep cooking, but because starting it makes me miss my dad more. I would like to share this with him. I am sure he would be thrilled and excited, seeing how hard I am working. He would be present. But my mom though... she isn't supportive.

She wants me to go back to law school. And I understand her. It's a solid career, and my life would be easier, I wouldn't have half of the money problems I am having if I did what she wants me to do. But the thing is... I don't want to be an attorney. I want to cook. I want to be a chef. The more I cook everyday, the more I enjoy it. The feedbacks I have, makes me so happy.

But it's been only a month, and the money isn't enough. At least not yet. I am only at the beginning. But something in my heart says I am on the right path. I am sure my dad would be proud of me. And as harsh this past months have been, I am sure that if I keep going, things will just work out, and I won't need my mom or my family money anymore. I am sure this is the thing that will make me financial stable. And my mom doesn't believe me, but I do. And something says my dad believes me too. And I will keep going.

That's it for today. I think it's a good start.

[vibraniumwing]

soft.

a bucky barnes x fem!reader wherein the reader comes home to see the super soldier with a toddler tucked in his lap.

WARNING: none! (all mistakes within the story are mine)

A/N: soft and domestic (and clingy) bucky, anyone? i’ve written this with tfaws bucky in mind after episode five where he was on the couch and smiled after seeing sam’s nephews. so yes now i present to you bucky with a child bcs we need that content, ,, good bYe for i shall be drowning in my own feels.

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“Do you really have to go, doll?” Bucky asked, watching you by the frame of your shared bedroom door with his hands crossed against his chest. A heavy sigh heaving from his lips as his eyes observed you pick out a shirt to wear, hands grasping on his black shirt and opted to wear that; a small smile formed on his lips as you slipped into the clothing piece, adoring how big it looks on you.

You turned to him with your hand on your waist, an eyebrow raised, “Unless you want to starve for a whole month then fine I won’t go to the grocery” you say teasingly, checking yourself out in the mirror before walking up to him, arms linking around his neck loosely; his hands circling around your waist in a protective manner as he pulls you into him. “I won’t be gone for the whole day, James.”

He groaned softly, wanting nothing more than to accompany you but seeing that you were going with your mother, he opted out. “You always say that then be gone for the whole afternoon.” he grumbles in between the kisses he gives you. “You and your mom take so much time at the grocery store.”

You threw your head back and laughed, finding his small whiny state adorable. You retract your arms from behind his neck and cupped the sides of his face, squishing his cheeks gently. “You sound like a child, Buck. I promise I won’t be long. Besides, you have Alpine to keep you company.” you motion your head to the sleeping cat on the bed.

“Now please let me go so I can leave now and be back sooner.” you tell him, pressing one final kiss to his lips before ducking out of his embrace, making your way to the front door and grabbing your car keys before turning back to see him standing behind you with a small pout on his lips (albeit he would never admit to doing such an act),

You grinned and walked up to him, reaching up to press a small kiss on his lips. “Sometimes it's hard to believe you’re this big scary dude that can take twenty men down in a course of ten minutes when all I see is this big baby.” you tease, a hand snaking up to the back of his head to play with the ends of his hair softly.

“Doll wait before you go” Bucky starts off, holding onto you, cheeks lightly flushed as he hesitated with his words, clearing his throat lightly before looking away, “Can you set up that damn Netflix thing on the TV before you leave?”

Your gaze on him softened even more and nodded, leading him to the living room and set the whole thing up for him, handing him the remote right after. “I’m guessing you can manage now?” he smiled shyly, the area around his eyes crinkling as he nodded. “Yeah, I will. Thanks, doll.”

“I’ll be back later, I love you, Buck!” You bid him a goodbye, looking back at him from the door and gave him a small wave, the male waving back before focusing on the TV, searching for that one movie you suggested he watch.

“What was that movie called again? RIght, The Breakfast Club”

---

Not even half-way through the movie, Bucky had somehow fallen asleep on the couch, not finding the first few minutes of the film entertaining. He somehow fell deep into slumber that he didn’t even notice the front door of the house opening until he felt something being placed on his stomach.

He stirred awake and the first thing his blurry vision could make out is the outline of a toddler sitting on him. “Hey James, I’m leaving Hugo with you and Y/N for the weekend. Our babysitter cancelled out last minute and I’ve been trying to call my sister but she hasn’t picked up any calls.” Damian, your younger brother said in a rush, putting down your nephew’s baby bag on the coffee table. “Thanks James, we owe you one.”

But before Bucky could get a say in any of this, Damian was already out the door and the sound of a car pulling away was followed. Barely half-awake, he stared at the tyke who was staring right back at him with his innocent E/C doe eyes. “What do I do with you?”

He takes Hugo in his arms as he sits up, placing him on his lap, his metal arm reaching over to pause television. “Y/N’s better at this than I am.” he mumbles, watching the child look around the room before he started to fidget on the larger male’s lap, wanting to roam around.

Bucky sighs, “Now why won’t Y/N answer her calls?” he asks the tiny human who was still staring up at him. He reaches over to grab his phone and dials your number, only to hear it ring from the other side of the house, inside your room. He dropped the call and placed his phone inside his pocket, now wondering what he could do to keep the small person alive.

“Usually Y/N deals with you.” He says, watching the small child struggle on his lap, clearly wanting to get down. Bucky finally gets what Hugo wanted to do and sets him down on the carpeted floor, watching the toddler (wobbly) walk around the space freely.

Seeing that the child was doing alright after finding a small fixation with Alpine who was now resting near the couch, he returned his attention back to the TV to resume watching the movie. His attention split in half as he continued to glance back at the kid who was now playing with the toys you had brought him and kept at in a basket in the corner of the living room where you deemed it “Hugo’s Area”

Bucky was finally getting into the film, entertainment written all over his face at the sight of the students dancing around the library until it morphed into one of concern when a small bonk followed by a loud cry resonated the room making him look over at Hugo who was already flushed from crying.

He paused the movie again and rushed over to Hugo’s side, taking the small boy in his arms, cradling him on his lap as he tried to calm him down. “Now kid, don’t cry on me. C’mon” he mumbled, raising him up lightly to look at his forehead as he searched for any wounds, relieved to find none.

“C’mon James, what would Y/N do…” He said to himself, standing up as he moved around and cradled the crying child, trying to remember what you would do whenever he has meltdowns like this.

“Oh god, right!” Bucky exclaimed as he remembered, quickly going to the couch and sat down, placing Hugo on his lap as he gently placed his vibranium hand on the back of his head and his flesh one cupping the smaller one’s cheek, wiping the tears that glistened on his smooth skin.

Seeing how the toddler was starting to calm down, he carefully spoke, “Now you gotta work with me, little one.” Bucky then proceeded to blow softly on his face, remembering how you would do that when Hugo was having a fit. “Now can you do that for me as well?” He asked, encouraging the child with a small smile.

Once he felt the kid do the same thing, he repeated the steps a few more times until he was completely calm, letting the child snuggle up against his chest, feeling how he would occasionally let out a small shuddering sob from time to time, making Bucky laugh at the adorable action. “Now what do you want to do?” he gently asked, the cold surface of his metal hand that caressed the child’s back making small bubbles of laughter elicit from the baby.

“Bucky wead [ read ] pwease?” was all that left the two-year old’s mouth, causing a small surprise from the older. Hugo then pushed himself off from Bucky’s chest and turned to his small corner of the room, raising his small arm and pointing his even smaller finger towards the bookshelf that was filled to the brim with story books.

A chuckle left the soldier’s lips, “Alright then, little dude. Go take your pick.” he then proceeded to let him down and watch as the toddler walked his way towards the array of books and picked out one, running back towards him with a big smile.

“Alright big guy, what do you have for me?” Bucky asked, taking the tyke in his arms once again, taking the book from Hugo’s hands. He let out a (very) fake gasp of excitement which made the toddler laugh out loud as his reaction, making small little wiggles of his own eagerness for the book.

Bucky shifted in his seat a little to be more comfortable, letting Hugo snuggle up to him as he opened the book and started to read, “Llama Llama, red pajama, reads a story with his mama.”

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You were elated to finally come back home and fall into your lover’s arms from a long day of errands with your mom. After the Target trip with your mom, you had to drive her back home and help her with her own groceries and pack up everything with her over at your childhood home一 with an addition of having a few serious talks with her about your future.

“Seriously, Y/N. When are you going to give me a grandchild?” Your mother poked your sides as you helped her bring in the bags filled with her stuff. Ever since Damian introduced Hugo to the family, she’d been on your heels about when you and Bucky would bring one to them as well; admittedly you and him had been in a much longer relationship than Damian and his wife which surprises everyone even more.

You shrugged, rolling your eyes in a playful manner. “I don’t know, mom. I think I’m content being with Bucky for now.” you answered truthfully, setting the items on the kitchen island and turned to her, “Besides, we have Alpine! Our cat!”

This made your mother sigh, laughing softly at your antics. “I know my sweet girl, but I’m just so excited to see a little you or James run around with Hugo.” Her answer causes your heart to swell at the thought of starting a family with him some day; conversations like this with him are normal but are always caught in a fleeting moment so you were never certain about his opinions on the matter.

“Well you just have to wait and see, ma.”

Taking the bags in your hand, you walked over to the door and opened it with ease, expecting to see Bucky waiting for you on the other side only to be greeted by none. Your eyebrows were furrowed as you carefully stepped inside, assuming he had fallen asleep as he waited for you until you heard his quiet voice resonating through the living room. “Little llama, don’t you know? Mama llama loves you so”

You peeked at the source of the sound and what you saw made you just melt on the spot. Bucky had Hugo on his lap, your nephew playing with the thumb of his artificial arm as he listened to the story that he was barely paying attention to as he was already falling asleep.

Not wanting to interrupt the moment, you graced on over to the kitchen in silence and arranged everything as quiet as you can. The smile on your face growing bigger at the thought of how much of a good father Bucky could be; the sight of him with your nephew caused a thousand butterflies to dance around in your stomach freely.

“You’re back, doll?” Bucky’s quiet voice made you jump, head whipping to his direction where he stood with Hugo fast asleep in his arms.

You nod and walk towards him, offering to take him from his arms and Bucky disagreed, pulling away from your attempts. “Hugo’s with me, I’ll take him to bed and I’ll help you finish out here, alright?”

Chuckling softly, you agree and reach up to place a quick kiss on your nephew’s forehead, moving aside so Bucky can place him down inside your room.

You were folding up the plastic bags when you felt a pair of arms sneak up and circle your waist, capturing you in a back hug. Your back was flat against his chest, the warmth from his body making you relax in his arms. Turning around, you let your arms snake up around his neck, your hands playing with the ends of his hair, his physique visibly loosening up. “So your brother came here earlier and said you weren’t picking up your calls.”

“I forgot my phone, i know.” you told him, throwing your head back slightly to let out a soft groan of annoyance at yourself before looking back at him. You met his gaze and his eyes were filled with adoration and love with a spark of something you can’t seem to pinpoint. “What’s going through that head of yours, James?”

He hummed softly, pressing a quick kiss to your lips, “I was just thinking of how I want to have a family of my own with you.” he answered truthfully, not finding anything shameful in admitting his thoughts. “The afternoon I spent with Hugo made me realize I want that for us as well.” his words were soft and dripping with enthusiasm at the thought of being with you for the rest of your days.

This made your cheeks flush lightly, a happy smile resting on your lips as you were already in agreement of his words, “I’ve been thinking the exact same thing, Bucky. I can’t wait to have our own little minion running around the house.” you admitted, this time making Bucky smile even wider than yours, happy that you had the same thought.

“Also, not to brag but I think I’m his favourite now.” Bucky said out of nowhere, grabbing the small carton of chocolate milk from behind you and letting you go, opening the drink and chugging it down in one go.

You rolled your eyes at his words, playfully flipping him off as you sauntered into the pantry where you were arranging your stock of goods. “I highly doubt that, he loves me way more.”

“That’s what you think but Hugo made me read his favourite book to him so now I’m his favourite. He even said it himself.”

“Oh no he didn’t!”

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[invisibleanonymousmonsters]

my body is a cage.

ObNeSummary: Y/N’s worst nightmare has become a reality. Her only saving grace is that she doesn’t have to do it alone. 

Pairing: Jason Todd x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 4,000+ [One Shot]

Warning: Feminist Issues, Adult/Mature Themes (NOT smut)

Y/N could feel her heart start racing faster as she studied the doctor’s office. Now she was starting to sweat as well. 

Her doctor were running late and that meant Y/N was stuck looking at the nondescript walls and smelling that sterile scent for 20 minutes. It felt like an hour. 

It was just a follow-up appointment. There was no bad news expected to be given. But that didn’t stop Y/N’s anxiety. 

Y/N finally gave up on trying to calm herself down through breathing and reached down to grab her cellphone out of her purse. 

There was a two text message notifications: one from her mom and one from Jason. 

She opened the one from Jason. 

– Good luck at your appointment today. Remember to breathe. 

Y/N smirked at the message. Jason knew how stressed out Y/N got for literally any type of doctor’s appointments. Even if it was just your usual checkup – like today – it caused her anxiety for some reason. 

Jason must’ve sent it right before passing out after patrol. 

Finally the doctor came in, making Y/N jump and almost drop her phone. She hid her scare well and quickly put her phone back into her purse. 

“Hi Y/N, so we finally got your blood work back,” she began. 

“Great. Will I be able to get a prescription and pick it up today?” Y/N asked quickly, wanting to get out of there as quickly as possible. 

“So one of the many reasons we get blood drawn before prescribing this medication is to make sure you’re not pregnant before going on it.” Before Y/N could speak, she quickly added. “You’re test results came back positive.” 

Y/N’s mouth opened at the statement. 

Her mind was going a million miles a second, trying to process what the doctor has just told her. 

When was the last time she had her period?

Why did it feel 20 degrees hotter in here all of the sudden?

This couldn’t be happening. No. No. No. This really couldn’t be happening. She tried so, so hard to make sure this didn’t happen. This was her nightmare. This was her fucking nightmare coming to fucking life. 

By some miracle, the doctor didn’t smile with joy and exclaim a congratulations. She seemed to sense that Y/N was on the brink of having an anxiety attack. 

“I remember you saying you did’t intend on ever having any kids, so I’m sure this is a lot to process,” the doctor told her gently. “Why don’t we hold off on this medication – even if it’s just for a couple of days? Just give yourself a second to process and come up with a plan.” Then she gave Y/N an encouraging smile. “When you want to make another appointment, I’ll make sure reception squeezes you in. Alright?” 

Y/N couldn’t do anything but nod – and even that was far too delayed. 

“Do you want me to call someone for you?” The doctor asked softly. 

But Y/N shook her head. 

When Y/N got out of the doctor’s office and back on the streets of Gotham, she seemed to snap out of it a bit. 

Her ears weren’t ringing any longer and the cold, winter air was doing miracles. 

‘Get to Jason,’ Y/N’s heart suddenly screamed at her. 

And just like that, Y/N went into autopilot, grabbed a cab, and gave them her address. As she watched the buildings go by, Y/N’s mind was simultaneously thinking a million things and thinking nothing at all. It was almost a buzz. 

When she got back to her apartment, the TV was on but the volume was off. Sometimes Jason would watch it after patrol and hope it would bore him to sleep. But her giant, vigilante of a boyfriend wasn’t sleeping on the couch, so that meant he was in their bed. 

Y/N toed off her shoes, tossed her keys on the side table by the door, and hung her denim jacket – no, Jason’s denim jacket – on the coat rack. 

She slowly pushed the bedroom door open to find Jason passed out on his side. His arm was reached over to the other side of the bed as if his body had searched out for hers in his sleep and came up empty. 

Y/N tiptoed to the bed and carefully slid into the empty side of the bed. 

Jason stayed asleep, meaning he must’ve been really exhausted. Usually her presence would stir him, even if it was just for a few seconds. 

Sometimes Y/N would come in here when she got back from work and take a cat nap with him before getting started on dinner or leaving to work out. Sometimes she would just cuddle with him, he would wake up and sleepily ask about her day while bringing her into his – even when she told him to go back to sleep. 

Now Y/N laid on her side and watched him sleep. 

Even when he looked exhausted and various scars were scattered across his face, Jason Todd was beautiful. 

And when he was sleeping like this, he looked so young. Y/N wondered if that was how Jason always looked to Bruce: innocent, vulnerable, forever young.

Y/N reached forward shakily and brushed the white streak of his hair off his face. His hair was getting shaggier than usually allowed. She wondered if he’d ask her to cut it again or if he’d finally listen to her and go to a barber. 

“You run your hands through my hair and I’ll be putty in your hands,” he mumbled with his eyes still closed. 

Y/N froze and stopped her combing, her hands shooting back to her chest. 

Her silence and pause made Jason’s eyes squint open. 

Those blue eyes of his were always perception, especially when it came to the woman he loved with all his heart. And as soon as they locked with Y/Ns, they immediately knew that something was wrong. 

His brow wrinkled. “You OK?” His voice laced with worry and concern.

Suddenly… Y/N’s mind and body were given the chance to release the reaction they wanted to have since the news was broken.

Her bottom lip trembled a moment before tears burst from her eyes. 

And then Y/N was shoving her face into her boyfriend’s chest. 

“Hey, hey, hey,” Jason consoled. “What happened? What’s going on?” 

But Y/N couldn’t even form words. She was fully hyperventilating. 

Her chest literally hurt as the sobs escaped. She was shaking as if it was freezing in the room, despite Jason’s body basically being her own personal furnace. And she felt like she was going to throw up at any second. 

Was that morning sickness? Or was the just good ol’ fashioned nausea?

Jason quickly realized he wasn’t going to get any verbal communication right now. So he just held her in his arms, letting her cry it out as he rubbed a hand up and down her back. 

But his mind was shuffling through all of the possibilities. 

Had someone hurt her? Did she get fired? Did a group of assholes catcall her on the way home? 

But none of those seemed like things that would upset Y/N in such a manner. 

“Breathe, Y/N. Take a deep breath,” he told her calmly as he kissed the top of her head. 

She barely gave a nod to show that she was trying to do what he advised. 

With her eyes wet and bloodshot from tears and her face swollen, Y/N finally pulled away from Jason’s chest so he could see her. 

“Deep breath,” he reminded her again gently. “Can you tell me what’s gotten you so upset? Can you do that for me?”

Y/N sniffled, really just to buy herself a second before she said it. 

“I’m pregnant.”

Jason’s body tensed. His eyes studied hers, looking for any sign that she was not being absolutely serious. 

“Fuckin’ Christ,” Jason muttered, now realizing why she’d had such a reaction. 

But then he quickly recovered, realizing that she still needed him because she was freaking the fuck out. Obviously. She just had a full-on panic attack in his arms. And she was probably moments away from possibly having another. 

“Hey,” he whispered. “Hey, look at me.”

She took in a deep breath and did as he asked. 

“No one is going to make you do anything you don’t want to. OK?”

She just stared at him. 

“OK?” He asked again, making sure she understood what he was telling her. 

She nodded. 

“I don’t want it,” Y/N exhaled. 

The words came out on their own, like she had no control over them. 

Jason winced, not at her statement, but because she sounded so desperate and scared. 

He gave her a sympathetic look and cupped her cheek. “I know, Y/N. I know.” 

Then he brought her back into his arms, holding her protectively, as usual – but protecting her from something he never had to before. 

“I know how you feel about it. I’ve always did,” he told her softly. “Just try to relax. OK?”

She nodded. 

Jason didn’t try to fill the silence. He didn’t try to say comfort after comfort. His touch did more things for Y/N then he words ever did. She needed to be held, not lectured or verbally coddled.

After a few moments, he looked down at her. “We can order from your favorite place, OK? Have a little movie marathon or finish watching that show.”

She gave him a small, shy smile at that.

“Sound good,” he asked. 

She nodded again. 

———

30 minutes later, Jason was scrolling the internet, researching Planned Parenthood locations while waiting for their takeout to get there. 

Y/N, exhausted from her emotional and mental breakdown, had fallen asleep a few minutes after telling Jason the news. 

Jason figured the least he could do is take the logistical weight off Y/N’s shoulders. All of this was happening to her and it was his fault. He knew she’d never frame it that way, but that’s how he felt right now. And he’d do anything to make it easier for her. 

But all of the sudden, the hairs on the back of Jason’s neck suddenly stood on end. 

The next millisecond, he grabbed the nearest hidden gun, shot to his feet, and pointed it at the window. 

“Relax, Todd.”

“Demon Spawn, what the fuck are you doing here?” Jason lowered the gun. 

To Jason’s annoyance, Damian jumped down from the window and into the apartment, dressed in his full Robin uniform. 

“When you texted about covering your patrol tonight, father asked me to check on you.”

Jason narrowed his eyes. “Liar. No, he didn’t.”

“So, why aren’t you on patrol?” 

“Y/N needed me.”

Damian’s body tensed. 

For as much of hard time as Damian gave Jason, he didn’t mind his girlfriend. However, the preteen would never admit to actually liking her or enjoying time spent with her. But the whole family saw it anyway. 

“Is she sick?” 

Jason just nodded, not really having the energy to compose a big lie. 

Then Damian caught sight of the laptop screen and saw what Jason had been researching. 

“Oh,” Damian blurted out without thinking. It was a very unusual reaction from him. He always had something to say.  

“Just…keep it to yourself, k?” Jason asked. 

The last thing he needed right now was Damian blabbing around about Y/N. 

But Damian nodded, not giving any further reaction to his discovery. 

———

“What’s Alfred the Cat doing here?” Y/N asked as she cradled the cat and walking into the kitchen the next morning. 

“Damian,” was all Jason provided.

Y/N laughed at his crypticness. “Did he need a cat sitter?”

Jason shook his head. “He came snooping when I told them I wasn’t going on patrol. And…Well, he’s Bruce’s kid, so you can imagine how quickly he put it together.”

Y/N’s amusement dropped when she realized what Jason was saying. 

“He brought some of human Alfred’s cookies for you, too.” Jason added quickly, maybe to soften the blow a bit. 

“That was sweet of him,” was all Y/N mumbled in return. 

“I think he was worried about you. Figured some cookies and cuddles from Alfred would make you feel better,” Jason explained. “Of course, he didn’t verbally express any of that because he’s emotionally constipated.”

Y/N managed to force a smirk at the joke. 

Silence filled the kitchen. 

“I made you an appointment today,” Jason told her gently. “Not that I’m trying to force you to do anything. You can cancel it if you want to. I was just trying to–”

“Thank you,” Y/N cut him off and dropped the cat to wrap Jason in a hug. “Thank you, Jason.” She repeated, mumbled this time, since her face was now buried in his chest. 

“Of course,” he told her before kissing her head. “Want some breakfast?”

He chuckled when he felt her nodding enthusiastically against him. 

“Your favorite?”

She nodded again. 

“You gonna let me go so I can make it?”

She shook her head no. 

“Alright, spider monkey, let’s do this.”

Y/N’s laughter filled the room as Jason somehow managed to maneuver her body so she was on his back with her arms wrapped around his neck. And she piggybacked around the kitchen with him as he made them breakfast. 

———

“Welp,” Y/N said bitterly as she looked at the building from across the street. “Don’t know how I wasn’t expecting this.”

Jason sighed as he watched too. 

There were a dozen people with picket signs. One said, “It’s a child, not a choice.” Another said, “Jesus loves you both.” One of the men had a megaphone. One woman held a box with figurines that inaccurately showed how far along the fetus would be when it’s aborted. 

“Wait here,” was all Jason said. 

“Wait, what? Jason! Jason, don’t!” Y/N hissed. 

But Jason was already halfway across the street. With the traffic and general noice of Gotham, Y/N could hear nothing. But it was clear that he was talking to him. 

“Oh, for christ’s sake,” Y/N sighed when she saw all of their faces shift to utter horror. Whatever he was saying to them had clearly terrified them. 

It only took a minute before Jason jogged back to her and offered his hand. 

“Come on,” he said encouragingly. 

“What the fuck did you just do?” She asked him. 

“I told them all of their names, social security numbers, and addresses,” Jason told her lightly. “Oh! And their top porn searched.” He gave them a glance. “And said if they even so much as looked at you, I would do what I wanted with that information."

“So…you threatened them.”

Jason tilted his head and shrugged innocently. “I wouldn’t put it that way…”

“Jason…” she groaned. 

“I thought you would be proud. I didn’t use physical violence. I’m growing!”

Y/N couldn’t help but laugh. 

But lo and behold, none of the protesters so much as faced their direction as they walked past. 

Y/N wondered how long it took Jason to memorize all that information. Did he ask Tim to hack street cameras and use face recognition to even find all of them? 

In the most messed up way, it warmed Y/N’s heart. It just showed a new angle of Jason’s protectiveness. Guess that was just another perk of dating a dangerous vigilante with too many connections and resources. 

Besides his little threat, Jason hadn’t let go of Y/N’s hand since they left the apartment – even now, as they sat in the waiting room. 

If he was anxious at all, he was doing a beautiful job of hiding it.

Y/N guessed that’s what happened when someone had the history of Jason. This was like a walk in the park for him.  

But when they called her name, Y/N looked at Jason with slight panic. 

“I can’t go with you. It’s against policy,” he told her softly. “But I’ll be right here when you get out. OK?”

She nodded. 

He must’ve learned that when he was doing all his research. 

“You good? Huh?” He whispered, keeping eye contact. 

She nodded again. 

“You’ll be fine,” then he kissed her. 

Just as Y/N reached the nurse, she turned to her boyfriend again. “I love you,” she mouthed to him. 

“I love you too,” he mouthed back. 

———

Y/N had been drained when they finally got back to their apartment. 

All she wanted was to take a nap with her boyfriend. 

A couple hours later, she had finally had the energy to stay awake. 

But neither of them had any interest in getting out of bed. So instead they stayed cuddled close.

“How are you feeling?” Jason asked her. 

“Physically or mentally?” 

“Both.”

“Physically, fine mostly. Some cramping. They said that was normal. But my period is ten times worse.” Then she sighed. “Mentally…like…I’m in control. Does that make sense?”

Jason nodded. 

“And relieved. Fuck,” she half laughed. “I can’t tell you how relieved I am.” 

“I’m glad.”

Then Y/N smirked mischievously. “Are you sad you won’t see me wearing those stupid overalls with a baby bump,” then she dramatically fanned her hands, “as we have a montage of us painting a nursery?”

Jason laughed at that. “OK. Well I don’t live in a fucking Lifetime commercial.” Then he smirked. “I’ll take the overalls without the baby bump, though.” 

She giggled at that. 

“But it’s a real shame we couldn’t have a gender reveal party and burn down all of Gotham accidentally…” Jason thought aloud. 

Y/N tried to suppress a smile, “…you do realize the point of those parties is to reveal the baby’s gender and not to burn a city down, right?” 

“Well, fuck.” Jason played dumb. “The only appealing part of that was the arson.”

“It would’ve been funny to fuck with people, though.” Y/N’s eyes went distant as she thought about it. “Put in black balloons or just a rainbow assortment. And just see how everyone reacted.”

“Missed opportunity,” Jason sighed. 

“Why are traditions so stupid and embarrassing?”

They both laughed. 

“I’d have to suffer through a stupid baby shower. And then you’d get to come in at the very end and just wave at everyone. Men really got it made, huh? Just show up, and everyone applauds.” 

Jason laughed, knowing she was absolutely right. Enough of the Justice League had kids for him to know that was how it worked. 

“Like those videos where dads do their daughter’s hair and everyone loses their mind and praises him. But name one time a video has gone viral of a mom doing her kid’s hair.”

“The bar’s low,” he reminded Y/N. 

But then Jason watched Y/N’s smile fall from her face as she got lost in her head. 

“What?”

Her brow furrowed. “Do you think I’m a bad person?”

“What?” He gripped her chin. “Absolutely not.”

“I don’t feel bad. There’s no remorse,” Y/N mumbled with as her eyes zoned out. “All I feel is weight lifted off of me.”

“Hey,” his voice was low and serious. “Hey, look at me.” 

He waited for her to do what he asked. “You’re not a bad person. You hear me?” 

Then he started making himself angry with the thought that anyone would ever tell Y/N otherwise. 

“You know what a bad person looks like? Someone who doesn’t take having a child seriously. Someone who makes that decision half-assed, knowing they��re bringing a child into a toxic environment or that they can’t properly take care of them.”

Jason made himself calm down. “That doesn’t make you a bad person. It just proves that you did exactly what you knew was best.” 

She nodded, finally convinced by his words. 

Y/N reached forward and brushed some hair off his face. 

Jason was so god damn handsome. No wonder I got pregnant, she thought darkly. This is exactly how she got into this mess. It was hard just to keep her hands off of him. 

“If I ask you something, do you promise you’ll tell me the truth?” 

He cocked an eyebrow at her. “I’ll try my best.”

Her eyes twisted into something somber and afraid. 

“Do you really never want kids?” 

Jason should’ve expected this question at some point. 

Even though Y/N didn’t verbalize it, Jason knew that one of her biggest fear throughout all of this was that it would change their relationship. She was scared that he would resent her, that he would change his mind and beg her to keep it. 

Maybe it was her tone that was really the thing that caught him off guard. She sounded so scared of what he would say. 

Jason rolled onto his back and stared at the ceiling. Not because he wanted to hide the truth by stopping her from staring into his eyes. He just wanted to make sure he collected al of this thoughts. She deserved a proper answer. 

“I never planned on being a father,” the statement was unwavering. “You know how my childhood went. And I see the same thing happening to kids all over Gotham today – some of them have it so much worse than I did.”

Y/N reached forward and placed her palm on his chest, right over his heart. Without thinking, his hand went to grip it. 

“But you would never be like that,” she assured him. “You’re a good man, Jason. I mean, just look at how you are with Damian – no matter how hard you try to hide your soft spot for that boy.”

“I know I can be a good father. Except before you were in my life, I didn’t know that.” 

If he were really tell the truth, he would tell Y/N that without her, there most likely wouldn’t even be a Jason Todd...only Red Hood. 

He looked away from the ceiling and back at her. “But that doesn’t want I want to be.” 

“So you can honestly say that you never want a family? Even if wasn’t with me?” 

“Y/N, look at my family,” Jason laughed. “None of us our related. Bruce is a mess of a father. His biological son was basically artificially inseminated. The butler is more like our grandma who raised us. All of them tried to take me down and imprison me at one point or another...”

He shook his head at the ridiculousness. “The point is that I know more than anyone that family can look like a million different things. And the perfect outline society has forced onto us doesn’t actually mean shit.”

He grinned. “My family is a group of vigilantes who don’t know how to quit.” His eyes softened. “And then there’s you. You’re my family, too. I don’t need add anything else for that to be true.” 

Y/N couldn’t help herself and she practically tackled him into a kiss. 

Jason gripped her waist and twisted them so she was straddling his waist, and his hands traced up and down the side of her ribcage. 

After their lips separate, Y/N looked down at him lovingly. 

She let a moment pass. 

“What if I changed my mind?”

“I think you and I both know you never will.”

“But what if I did?” She insisted. 

“I don’t know,” he answered honestly. “I really don’t.”

Y/N just wanted to challenge him. She wanted to go through all the scenarios her mind wouldn’t stop thinking about. She needed answers to the hypothetical scenarios that would never come to be. 

“I’m not going to change my mind,” she told him certainly. 

“I know, Y/N.”

She kissed him again. “Thank you for supporting me through all of this.”

“You don’t have to thank me,” he scoffed. “It’s my fault.” 

And he meant it. Most days, Jason had to convince himself he was worthy of her love. What kind of man would be lucky enough to have Y/N as their girl and not do everything in his power to make sure it stayed that way?

“No, it wasn’t,” she corrected him seriously. “It was both of us.” 

“You can’t scare me away,” Jason told her. “Nothing is ever gonna stop me from loving you. Got it?”

She nodded. 

But before she could say anything more, Jason wrapped her in a heated kiss. 

He knew these questions were her anxiety manifesting itself. And Y/N had enough stress for today. So he’d turned off her mind with his touches. 

She deserved a break. 

-----------------

I don’t know how I managed to write yet another one of these fics. But I realized it was easier to give it a new twist since Jason Todd has a sense of humor and an edge that Bucky Barnes and Steve Rogers do not. Also, he wasn’t raised in the 1930s. lol

Please, please, please let me know if you liked it!!!

If anyone is interested in movies on this topic, I highly recommend these:

Never Rarely Sometimes Always 

Unpregnant 

4 Months, 3 Weeks, 2 Days

Obvious Child

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Just One More Time

A story about enemies, neighbors and one night stands that are left in the past...

“Fuuuuuck!!!!!”

It is never nice to see a lady yell such a bad word with such passion and rage, but given the chain of shitty events of the day, you considered to have a pass, thank you fucking much. 

The heel of your very expensive shoe laid on the floor broken, mocking you under the little ray of moonlight that sneaked through the high window in the hallway. The only thing you could see besides your closed door.

Rain clattered against the windows and every new thunder made you jump a little. You knew very well that there was no one else on the hallways with you, but your heart was still jumping in your chest, and if you focused hard enough, you could see creepy figures running across the walls. 

So, you closed your eyes and rushed a little prayer as you continued to look for your stupid keys in your tiny purse as if there was any chance for them to get lost in such a reduced space. 

The cold of the night had sipped up to your body, and your drenched clothes and wet hair certainly didn’t help the matter. By now, all of the effort you had put into your hair and makeup was surely gone, and your mascara was probably building up under your eyes. A drowned, harassed rat, the lyrics to the iconic and underrated Let’s Have a Kiki, sadly fit you. 

A self-pitying sigh left your glossy lips and you decided that you might as well lean on the door and press your forehead to it, giving up to the pathetic reality that was that night. How much would a locksmith ask to come to your apartment in the middle of the night during a blackout? And, more importantly, would they take your liver as payment? Those were the important questions. 

“Are you ok?” Your neighbor’s voice rang in the air, as he opened the door to his apartment to look at you.

Of course, he would come out then, when the wet ends of your hair stuck to your skin, and you were barefoot in front of your locked apartment. Could he have come out earlier in the night when you were looking like a goddess ready to conquer the world? No, he could not. 

“Fuck off, Harry,” you muttered, not bothering to look at him. You already knew how he looked, it was always present in your mind. 

“Heeeey, I’m just trying to be nice.”

“Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t know you were capable of that.”

“You know I can be really good when I want to.”

You knew it well. You still remembered the feeling of his body on top of yours, his hips rolling onto yours, as he fucked you deep and hard. 

“I wouldn’t know,” you gulped, refusing to give in even if your red face told another story. 

But he knew. Sometimes, when he was all alone, all he could think about was that night and the way your back arched as he had his fingers deep in your pussy. 

****

The day you and Harry fucked each other brainless, Ms. Rose’s cat died. You remembered well because it was also the third day and fifth hour of your heartbreak when you heard your sweet old neighbor’s cries and you rushed to her help, coming out of your sad little bubble for the woman that baked you cookies and knitted you a purple scarf and a pair of gloves for the winter. 

When you arrived at Ms. Rose’s apartment, Harry was already there, sitting on the battered pink couch and holding her hand as she cried timidly into a handkerchief with embroidered blue flowers. She had long quit trying to come up with words, cause every time she opened her mouth, she would just blabber and sob inconsolably, so she accepted Harry’s help to explain what had happened. 

Your brain gathered very few details of what was being said, choosing to focus instead on the boy sitting next to Ms. Rose. Harry was wearing a graphic t-shirt with light blue jeans and his hair was still wet from his shower, a stubborn curl falling over his forehead. You didn’t know why you would notice things like that in moments like this, but you did, you always did.  Especially in the morning when he would come back from his early run, and he would take off his sweaty shirt right by his door, revealing his broad shoulders and his lean body, the tautness of his chest, and the ink that spilled across his tan skin. You would always roll your eyes at him and scurry down the stairs to get as far away from him as you possibly could, pretending you wouldn’t look at him. 

So, you stood by the door because it was the safest place you could be, it was Harry-free. The air felt electric whenever you got too close to him. 

“Do you fancy some tea, Miss Rosie?” Harry asked and the richness of his accent echoed down your body. Your eyes met as he got up, and you held your breath, as Harry got unnecessarily closer to you on his way to the kitchen. You could’ve sworn he had done so on purpose, the same reason why he had brushed his knuckles over yours, the light touch of his knuckles making you shiver and look at him as he walked away. 

You needed to stay away from him, indeed. 

“It’ll be alright, Ms. Rose,” you whispered to your old neighbor as you took Harry’s place on the couch, but as the words left your lips, you had to wonder if that was true. Would everything be alright? The world seemed a little bleaker now. Boyfriends cheated. Cats died. There was no one to trust left. 

Ms. Rose reluctantly ate the cookies Harry set up for her and drank the ginger tea he had made. He sat by her other side and rubbed her back as she calmed herself down. If she didn’t, one of you might have to sleep on that couch, and you were praying it wasn’t you, cause your black dress would not do well with cat hair all over it. 

But two hours later, Ms. Rose was soundly asleep and you left her apartment as carefully as you could, walking on your tiptoes so you wouldn’t wake her up. There was no elevator in your old building, which you had grown used to and usually liked, except when you had to walk up the stairs with someone else, because you never knew what to say, and today, as you walked a step ahead of Harry, it wasn’t any different. 

“I didn’t know you had a heart,” You said, just as you turned to go up the last trench of stairs.

“I like Ms. Rose, and my mom always says that some tea and biscuits can fix anything,” Harry replied, and even though you couldn’t see him, you could imagine him shrugging his shoulders as a smirk started to tug up the corner of his lips. He liked Ms. Rose, he would come to her aid if she needed him. It was just that...

“So, you wouldn’t come if I was the one crying?” You turned suddenly, almost making him lose his balance and fall back down the stairs. 

“Would you do it if it were me?” He asked you instead, looking up to you. He was closer than you had expected, and you suddenly felt the need to step back, so you wouldn’t feel the warmth of his body, or could smell the citric perfume on his skin. 

“Of course not...” Your door was right behind you, so all you had to do was turn around and walk a few more steps. “You probably did something to deserve it,” you smirked, just as you resumed your way to your door. 

“I would consider it,” Harry said, and you scoffed in disbelief, turning around to look at him only to notice he was standing behind you, his broad shoulder blocking the little bit of sun that came through the window. Winter was coming, so the sun was starting to fuck around his day job. 

“Would you?”

“I’ve been thinking about knocking on your door these last few days, ask if you were ok,” Harry admitted.

There was a new feeling in the air. Any other day, you would have bitten back with some snarky remark, but it didn’t feel right. Harry stood too close to you and your body had become too aware of his presence. So you kept quiet, leaning back to your door with your hands tucked behind your back as you looked at him. 

All Harry had to do was say goodbye and walk a few steps to his door, but he didn’t feel like it. He could feel the air shift as well, and the electric pull that tugged him from his belly to yours. 

“So, do you want some tea and biscuits?” He offered, even though he wasn’t too sure what he was doing, or where he was going. His voice was soft, and his body leaned into the very same door you were using as support.

What if you said yes? He wasn’t even sure he had any cookies left. 

The crumbly taste of ginger and vanilla lingered in Harry’s tongue, and you sighed at the prickly lemon on his lips. You had imagined how it would be to kiss him a couple of times before when your mind would drift away from your control, but even you had to admit that kissing him in real life was better. 

Against every expectation, he was slow with his kiss, exploring your mouth as if he had all the time in the world. You had expected a hungrier kiss you, for him to bite you and make you jump in his arms so he could carry you into your apartment, throw you to your bed and fuck you. 

Instead, he was taking over every one of your senses. He smelled sweet and citric, and the cotton of his shirt felt soft under your fingertips, as you made your way underneath it. You smiled as he inhaled a sharp breath, and the kiss broke when he smiled, the muscles of his tummy tensing up at your touch. When he kissed you again, it was a little more urgent, his tongue sweeping up across your bottom lip to part them and play with your own as he kissed you deeply, the weight of his body pinning you against the door as you blindly tried to open it. His kiss was maddening, demanding, and soft at the same time, and his leg slid between your tights, spreading them apart so you could feel him everywhere. 

“What about your boyfriend?” Harry asked, grazing his words over your lips, as you managed to open the door.  Your tummy fluttered at the feeling, and you opened your eyes to look at him, his swollen lips and his dark eyes. Nothing else was on your mind.

“Do you really care?”

“I have my morals...Especially if I’m gonna see him around.”

“We broke up,” you replied, already looking for his lips again, standing on your tiptoes to kiss him once more. But Harry was quicker, and he tilted his head back and smiled mischievously at you as you pouted. 

“You’re always breaking up,” he said, which was true. 

“How would you know?”

“These walls are fucking paper-thin.”

“Really? No wonder I always hear when you fuck.”

“Yeah?” His grin grew wider and the need that had settled between your legs throbbed tightly as he tilted his head down, until his breath fanned over your skin and you could feel each one of his words drawing on your skin. “You like listening, babe?”

It reverberated down to your tummy and raised havoc in your brain. Did you like listening to him as he fucked other girls? Of course, you didn’t. But sometimes, you had to wonder...

“Where do you get them? They’re all so loud.”

“You should try it.”

“Scream?”

“Letting me fuck you. The screams are a bonus.”

“I bet they do it out of pity.”

“Wanna find out?”

You didn’t allow yourself to think things through, because if you did, the answer would’ve been a resounding no. Fuck, no. Of course not. Keep dreaming, Styles. 

Your fingers tangled in Harry’s hair as you pressed your lips to his one more time and his hands went to the hem of your dress, playing with it between his fingers as you both stumbled into your apartment. You didn’t stop kissing, not even as he kicked the door shut, and Harry took the opportunity to let his hands wander down your body, pushing the fabric of your dress over your hips and spreading his fingers across your bum to dig them on your flesh, pressing you closer to him. He could imagine the red marks of his fingers on your skin, he had dreamed of it a couple of times before, picturing you laying on his lap, with your ass sticking up and your legs rubbing together every time he spanked you. He didn’t even know why, he wasn’t a spanker. But he could do just that if you were into it. 

What had been a slow kiss was turning hungrier and demanding, your rough breathing fanning over each other skin and your nose bumping clumsily as you made your way to your couch. It almost felt like you were high. The world was blurry and unimportant, and all that mattered was the lemony taste of his lips. 

Harry sat on the couch, and you looked down at him as you stood between his strong legs, your heart racing so fast, you could hear it drumming in your ears. He helped you take off your dress, revealing your red lace panties and your black bra, which made him smile and look at you with eyes filled with lust. It was a good thing you were running out of clothes, and that you had to resort to your sexy underwear. 

“Do you wear this to hang around your house? I might visit more,” he teased. 

His hands were on the back of your thighs, and he pulled you close to him until you got no more option but to climb on the couch and sit on his lap and feel the effect of your makeout session on his growing bulge.

“Just to make myself clear,” you said. “This is not happening ever again.”

Harry didn’t care, just once was enough to satisfy his curiosity. 

As you kissed him again, you understood just how freeing a slow kiss can be. It gave you a chance to explore and remember the taste, the fire, the sweetness out of your mouths. If it was going to be a one-time-only thing, you might as well enjoy it. 

“Oh…” The little moan escaped your lips before you could even mold out a thought in your brain, and your mouth formed a perfect circle, hanging open as you looked down at Harry, who seemed fascinated, drinking up your reaction. You leaned back, to allow him to brush his fingertip down your slit, as his other hand was looped around your waist, helping you steady yourself up, as his thumb met your clit and he drew a lazy circle on it, the light pressure sending an electric current up to your spine. 

Sex was never like this.

You couldn’t stop looking at him, not as he pushed the fabric of your side to the side and started to draw smaller and tighter circles on your clit, and as he pressed soft kisses from your collarbones down to the valley of your breast, making you take a deep breath as you took your bra off. It was the only thing you could control because everything else had been taken over by Harry. He was making sure you could feel him all over your body, raising goosebumps on your skin and making you arch your back as he trapped your nipple between his lips and continued to massage your clit in fast and steady circles, only slowing down when he felt you throb for him. He didn’t want you to cum, not yet, no, he wanted to feel you lose control around his cock. 

“Fuck,” Harry moaned and a triumphant smile tugged up the corner of your lips. He couldn’t be the only one to have fun, not when the pressure of his hard cock against your ass was driving you crazy with curiosity. So, you rocked your hips on him, tightening the grip of his legs around him so he could feel you better. Every time you pushed your hips forward, your center would meet the tip of his fingers, making your walls burn for him.

“Are you gonna fuck me?” Your words were urgent and breathless because by now, a fiery need had settled in the pit of your stomach, burning down every bit of common sense that it could find. All there was left was the feeling of Harry’s fingers thrusting in your pussy, as you both ground your bodies against the other, and Harry tasted the creamy skin of your chest. 

“I was thinking about taking it easy,” he said and your eyes snapped open in surprise, looking at him as he offered you a lazy grin. But it didn’t last much more than a couple of seconds, because Harry’s thumb found its way back to your clit, toying with it as his fingers slowly pumped inside of you. He was right, you had to bite your bottom lip to not let out a loud moan at the feeling. “I know you need a good fuck.”

He was right, good fucks are very recommended for your overall health. Make you happier as well. 

“Please,” you begged, cause you could feel yourself starting to drip down your legs and all over his fingers, to ache for something more. You wanted to see him completely naked as you rode him. You wanted to hear his low grunts in your ear. You wanted to fuck him and regret it later, cause it was a fucking bad idea. 

With his arm around you, Harry easily lifted you from his lap and you gasped, giggling in surprise as he lowered you down on the couch. He was fast and rough when he pushed your panties up your raised legs and threw them to the floor next to you. His eyes were on you, looking at you as you spread your legs open, and you let your fingertips brush down your tummy and make your way between your legs until you reached your center, warm and wet for him, and already sensitive. 

You rubbed your fingers faster on your clit as he took his shirt off, and revealed the taut muscles on his chest, and the myriad of tattoos that covered his wonderful body. Then came his pants and his underwear and you couldn’t tear your eyes off of him, watching in fascination as his hard cock sprung to his belly, thick and large in all of his glory. His tip was pink and swollen, and your mouth watered just looking at it. You craved the nice stretch of your walls and the way it would hit you in all the right places. 

“Don’t stop,” Harry commanded as he saw you pulling your hand away, and you gulped, letting him look as you continued to touch yourself as he looked at you. There was a knot in your tummy, a fire that was pulsing and demanding, added by the fact that Harry was there, brushing his fingers down your thighs just as your walls clenched.  

Slowly, Harry laid down on the couch and settled between your legs, and you arched your back one more at the cool feeling of the air he was blowing against your warm center. 

“You like this?” Harry asked, even when you both knew the answer to his question. So, you didn’t even try replying, you just moaned, enjoying the feeling of his tongue sweeping and tasting up and down your slit. His fingers wrapped around your wrist and he pulled your hand away before the tip of his tongue drew a circle around your clit and lapped on it to suck it between his lips.

The feeling of one of his fingers pushing into you almost drew you over the edge, and Harry pumped it slowly, releasing your clit only to flick his tongue over it. His fingertip massaged your walls, just in the right spot to make your whole body tingle, and your tummy quiver at the touch.

Sex was nothing like this. No, it wasn’t. 

Your tummy quivered just as your legs started shaking. "Reality" was nothing more than a foreign word, and so were "control" and "restrain", because you whimpered and cried, and moaned Harry’s name as you got closer to your high. Your walls clenched around his fingers and Harry smiled in satisfaction. His name sounded fucking good coming out of your lips. 

“C’mere.”

Harry stopped, just seconds before a wave of bliss took over every thought of yours, and you almost grunted in annoyance. You felt robbed. 

But that feeling didn’t last long. 

You could feel him in your tummy. Fuck, you could feel him everywhere. You sat on his cock and he pushed his hips into yours, thrusting his cock into you easily, you were soaked. 

“Fuck,” you both moaned. Yours was more of a cry, while you adjusted around his thick, veiny cock. His was forceful and his grip around your waist became tighter, and his forehead pressed to your shoulder, just as you started to move your hips, sliding your wet pussy up and down his cock. 

“You’re so big,” you whispered desperately. Your nails dug on his shoulders and you leaned back to allow Harry to suck and bite on your nipples, while you rode him. 

Harry wasn’t soft or slow. You two were looking for your releases, and with his hands on your ass, Harry got to dictate your pace, and how fast you bounced on his cock. He was delirious, but so were you, and you wrapped your arms around his shoulders and leaned down to kiss him fully on his mouth, as he continued to fill you with his throbbing cock.

“You like my cock? Like getting yourself off on it?” Harry whispered to your ear and you moaned, riding faster as you felt his finger brushing over your tight little hole. “You have a vibrator, babe?”

“No,” you said, licking your lips as you looked at him. His eyes were almost black and beads of sweat gathered on his forehead while red splotches turned his cheeks pink. “Why?”

“So I can fuck your ass with it while you ride my cock.”

“I’ve never done that,” you admitted. Now it was all you were going to think about.

“Too bad it’s just one time, isn’t it?”

“It is.”

It wasn’t much longer before you were reaching your high, and colorful spots covered your eyes. You slacked over Harry’s body and kissed him lazily and sloppily as he fucked you. When he came, you felt warm inside, his juices dripping down your legs while Harry slumped back on the couch, with his lips slightly parted and his eyes closed as he tried to recover his breath. 

You were pretty fucking sure you had imagined the whole thing. Sex was definitely nothing like that. 

****

“Wanna come in?” Harry asked you, still standing by his door and looking at you as leaned back against the door. 

“No, thank you, I would rather sleep on the floor.”

“Whatever you want, babe,” Harry shrugged and began to close the door to go back to his apartment. Was he actually going to leave you to leave out in the middle of a blackout on a cold night?

“Harry!!” You called for him and the door slammed open, revealing him and his shit-eating grin. 

“What? I’m respecting your wishes!” 

“You’re a fucking idiot.”

You have never been into his apartment before, but you called this an extenuating situation. Electricity might come back in a couple of minutes, or it might take hours, it had never happened before so you didn’t know what to expect. But it was impressively and surprisingly clean and tiny and it smelled like coffee. You could make out a guitar leaning against a window, and the shadow of a large couch against one of the walls. 

Flashes of that night kept flooding your mind, which you found incredibly inconvenient and rude of your brain. But as Harry stood by your side, your skin covered in goosebumps and you found yourself taking a step back and away from him. Just in case. 

“You ok, babe?” He asked and you nodded in response, trailing behind him so you wouldn’t against anything in the darkness of the room. “I’ll take the couch, you can take the bed. There’s clothes in my room, so you can change into anything you want.”

His room smelled just like him, and it was certainly a shame that couldn’t snoop around, or even see the colors he had chosen for his bedsheets. You changed out of your clothes as soon as you could, and put on a shirt that you hoped was clean before you went under the sheets. 

There was just one problem: No matter how much you tried, you couldn’t keep yourself warm enough to fall asleep. Your teeth clattered and your feet were so cold you could barely feel the rest of your body. It didn’t make you feel any less ridiculous, though, as you made your way to the living room, where Harry was playing with his phone while laying on the couch. 

“Harry?” You called for him and he slowly turned around to look at you, the light coming from the screen of his phone allowing you to see his face. “It’s too cold.”

“So, what do you suggest we do?” He smiled, and you wanted to swat the phone out of his hand just to spite him 

“Well, I was thinking you should give me your blankets, but I guess that’s too much to ask.”

“It is.”

“So, maybe, we can just...sleep together…like, share the bed.”

“Well, if you wanted to sleep with me again, you just have to say it.”

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Amoreena | chapter eleven

chapter eleven

main summary: Heaven is a real place and it's located exactly 14.6 miles away from the FBI, Quantico Headquarters. Off behind a small park, under a fantastical willow tree surrounded by wildflowers, in every colour young minds can imagine.

Don't forget, heaven also comes with angels.

Chapter Warnings: Y/N POV: details of what happened to Stephen, her grandmas cancer, and very detailed explanations of how babies are made (as biologically accurate and not very graphic as possible) this is an angsty trauma filled chapter that made me cry a lot just writing it so I'm sorry in advance

word count: 3K

from the beginning <3

June 13th, 2010

There’s a knock on her parent's door at 4 in the morning, Y/N’s sound asleep on the couch back at her grandma’s, awoken by said grandmother as she hears all the noise beyond the porch. There are 2 cop cars at the main house, worry starts to settle over them.

She puts on a pair of shoes, taking her grandmother's hand in hers as they begin the early morning trek up the road, anxiety seeping in deeper and deeper as they get closer to the lights illuminating their driveway.

Her father is talking to an officer on the steps, her mother is crying behind him. “We’re so sorry for your loss,” the officer says and Y/N’s blood runs cold, numbing her from the impending despair.

“What happened?” Her grandmother asks, rubbing a hand along Y/N’s back in preparation for the worst.

“Evan was in a car accident,” her father says softly, knowing that Y/N knows Stephen was with him tonight. She breaks away from her grandma and without thinking she’s right in the officer's face.

“Which one of them died?”

“Ma’am,” it was never a good way to start the worst conversation of her life with that word or in that tone. She felt like a '40s housewife learning her husband wasn’t coming home from the war, only he wasn’t even her husband yet.

He would have been on next Saturday.

“I’m sorry, Stephen was pronounced dead on the scene,” he says the worst sentence she’s ever heard, and now she’ll never forget it. “The passenger side took the worst of it, once again, I am so sorry for your loss.”

She’s surprisingly calm, managing to whisper, “thank you,” before she’s walking off into the field, pushing everyone's hands away as she travels as far as he feet will take her.

She ends up at the willow tree by the pond as soon as the sun is rising, it happened a lot earlier in June than the rest of the year. The birds singing, the wind blowing against the leaves making them carry a tune in harmony together. The world is still spinning, life is moving on, but how?

She sat there against the tree for a while, picking blades of grass and weaving them into a chain, soothing her brain as she makes a pattern. Giving her hands something to do so they stop going numb, it’s the only thing that really reminds her that she's real, that she’s controlling the twists and tucks, the shape and length and the fact that it was created at all.

Ending the life of the single blade of grass as she picks it, never to be whole again. Snatched from its happy place, where it grew loved and surrounded by other matching green strands as they blew in the wind.

Then she's pulling fist full after fist full of grass out of the dirt, her hands covered in mud as she shouts, throwing handfuls of grass and dirt towards the pond. The once blue water starting to turn cloudy; disrupted and upset with her anger as it swallows her weapons, but it doesn’t make her feel better. All she did was disrupt the earth, changing the way this once beautiful patch of land used to look. She couldn’t help but sob, realizing that she was like this field now and her beautiful green pasture was disrupted, overturned and ruined.

The life that flowed through her died along with the love of her life.

“Stephen was pronounced dead on the scene,” the words echo in her mind in a constant circle like she’s stuck in a tin can.

It starts to reverberate, getting louder and louder as the same 7 words all run around in her head. Bouncing off the walls, smacking her down again and again as she hears them over and over and over… she’s holding her hands on her ears, shaking back and forth, sobbing when she feels someone wrap their arms around her.

She doesn’t open her eyes, instead, she's rushing to push them off of her, struggling out of their grasp as she fights them. Finally, she loses, being held in her brother's embrace as they both cry, he barely has a scratch on him when she finally looks at him.

she’s never been physical in her life, but she punched him right in the face. Her twin brother, best friend in childhood and the person she’s known the longest in her life. He held her close in the womb, crying if they separated as soon as they were born, she loved him deeply and yet she hated him something fierce at that moment.

“It wasn’t my fault,” Evan cries, “we were stopped at a red light, Y/N!”

“I don’t care! He was supposed to be my husband!” She swats at him, smacking his arms again and again as he tries to hold them back, holding her so tightly as she basically screams bloody murder in the field.

All she can see is his face, her beautiful happy Stephen. The first time she ever saw him, standing under a street light in Boston, papers in his hand and wonder in his eyes. The way he looked up at her, the glow of the light making a halo glow over his head.

She should have known he was too good to be true. Always destined to return to the heavens, he was truly angelic with his big emerald eyes that were only the tiniest bit yellow on the edge of the pupil, the way her name sounded on his tongue like a blessing coming true.

They buried him 2 days after what was supposed to be their wedding. Disrupting another beautiful patch of earth to hide him away forever, she placed a single rose on his casket, she never said goodbye and she never planned to.

“See you later, superstar,” she patted the glossy black box once last time before sending him down into the earth.

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September 2012

This fucking willow tree and 7-word sentences…

“What do you mean you have cancer?”

Her grandma let a tear slip from her eye, “I’ve got colon cancer, honey, the doctors said I have another 2 years, maybe 5 if I'm lucky.”

Every time someone sat beside her in this one spot, she learned the worst information in the world. Sure Evan didn’t mean to kill Stephen, doesn’t mean she’s talked to him at all in the last year. with Grandpa dying only a few summers back, her favourite house cat now buried in the yard, she can’t lose her grandma now too.

“Okay,” she starts to plan in her head, her eyes about ready to jump out of her skull as she tries to think of all the things they need to do before it’s too late, “let’s go to England, let’s blow my bank account, you can’t leave me without going to England with me? We were supposed to get tea and pretend to be the queen and princess?”

She couldn’t stop the tears, her whole body heaving as she sobbed into her grandma’s dress, “you can’t leave me too!”

“Your grandfather and I have a fund for you, you were the last baby we got to raise when your mom went back to work, I want you to use it for that baby we talked about,” her grandma’s voice is barely a whisper, softly getting the words over her vocal cords as the tears joined Y/N’s on her dress.

Without another word, she took her hand and walked home, getting in her car together and heading to the closest fertility clinic, she booked her first insemination for February, pre-paying for a round of IVF hormones and everything to start in January, she had 3 months to plan.

Finding the perfect donor was the only hard part. She had 3 different books to choose from with all the clinics in the DC area sharing 1 sperm bank. She finally made her decision 3 weeks before they were set to get her pregnant when they updated the books.

Sample 2319, male 30’s, healthy, high IQ, 6’1, brown eyes, brown hair (curly). “Sounds a lot like Stephen,” her grandma agreed, saying his name for the first time in over 2 years, she knew this was her guy.

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June 14th, 2021

Peeing on a stick shouldn’t be as terrifying as it is.

She hasn’t been this nervous since the first time Dr. Collins inseminated her. Laying back on the table at a weird elevation to make sure she got pregnant, her whole body tense as she thought of the possibilities of her future child.

Sample 2319 sitting in a cup not too far from her face as she prepared for a man she barely knew to put the semen of another man she didn’t know, inside her. She only picked this guy cause he was smart and tall, no health issues to report and the number made her think of Monsters Inc.

In her mind, she made a baby with a man she named mike wazowski, not knowing his real name was actually Spencer Reid and he was only just down the road at Quantico the whole time. It was the weirdest day ever, and then it became the second-best day of her life

Nothing could top holding her baby in her arms for the first time. Her grandma and mother beside her as they all cried, the perfect purple baby screaming on her chest as they tried to wipe the white gunk off her tiny body. her sweet little coos, seeing her swollen eyes open for the first time, the silence that overcame her as they made their first introduction to each other. Her little person, the love of her life, her wonderful Amoreena.

Her cry was perfect, like music to her ears she wanted to hear her little voice as long as she could because it meant she was alive and real. She was healthy and beautiful and the most perfect bundle of joy she could have ever made.

Now she was hiding in the bathroom to pee on a stick while her 7-year-old had breakfast in the next room. Oh, how times changed, but one thing remained the same, she was finding out alone again. Only this time she meant for that to happen, it was exactly 4 days since her period was supposed to start and it wasn’t there, neither was Spencer.

He had something to do that morning, but he’d be meeting them later that afternoon, it was Amoreena’s last day of kindergarten after all. She wanted time to either enjoy the thought of having another baby or cry in peace because for once it didn’t work, giving her a week to recover before trying again.

Amoreena was a miracle, the easiest IVF baby they ever made at the clinic, apparently. If she was pregnant this easily again it was a sure sign that he was Amoreena’s father too, only he could get her knocked up while not even trying.

She didn’t remember pregnancy tests taking this long, she flipped it over and walked out of the room, unable to think of anything else while she waited for 3 minutes to pass. Amoreena noticed she was being weird, studying her mother's movements as she paced the hall outside of the bathroom door.

“What are you doing?” She asked, curious as ever as she twirled lightly in her new princess dress.

“Can you keep a secret?”

“Always mom, I’m the best secret keeper in all the kingdom, remember?” Amoreena smiled, holding onto her leg as she stared up at her.

“Your dad and I tried to make a baby,” she whispered, petting the litter hairs on her forehead as Amoreena looked up at her, her first little baby. “I’m waiting to find out if it worked, but we can’t tell anyone in case it didn’t, okay?”

Amoreena’s eyes were wider than she’s ever seen them, her mouth opened slowly as she understood the words in her mind. She didn’t look happy or surprised, nor upset or worried. She looked confused, “how?”

She laughed then, shaking her head as she lifted Amoreena into her arms, she would have to know soon anyway. “You know how every month mummy has a bad week where she bleeds and her tummy hurts?”

“Yeah?”

“When people with our parts grow up they make little tiny eggs but we don’t lay them like chickens do, they stay inside our tummies and wait to become babies and if they don’t we have a period and release all the stuff our bodies saved up that month to make a little person. You’ll have one soon too in a few years, probably when you're 12 like I was, and when people with a penis get old enough they’re able to help us make the babies like roosters help the chickens. Our bodies are really special and make some really cool things when we try to,” she explained it in the most simple farmhouse way she could.

“Like when the goats are all born in the spring and they just show up?” She tried to clarify, understanding it at the basic level.

“Kinda, you’ve seen the photos of you in my tummy and how aunty Shannon’s stomach grew when she had your cousins, I’ll get really big like that too if I’m pregnant, the baby will grow for 9 long months till they’re nice and healthy and then we’ll have another person in the family,” she couldn’t help but smile as she thought about it.

“How do we find out?”

She opened the bathroom door then and carried Amoreena inside, setting her down on the sink and pointing at the upside-down test stick. “We create a special hormone when we’re pregnant, it’s something that can be detected in our pee!” she explained it like it was magic, watching her get excited instead of grossed out.

“So I peed on that stick and if it has 2 lines I have a baby in my tummy, if not then your dad and I have to try again.”

Amoreena picked up the test and looked at it, keeping it out of her mothers sight as she did so, “there’s two lines,” she lit up waving the stick lightly as she squealed.

Y/N wrapped her up in her arms and twirled her around, “you’re gonna be the best big sister ever!”

“How do we tell dad?” Amoreena’s soft voice whispered in her ear as she snuggled into her shoulder.

“I have an idea,” she whispered back before carrying her back into the kitchen.

Her All About Me project was sitting on the counter, ready for Y/N to drive her into school today. She set Amoreena down on the floor to watch her as she took some tape and taped the stick to the bottom corner of the project. “Pass me the marker, please?”

Amoreena ran to the counter to get it, coming back and placing it in her mom's hand before leaning in to watch what she was writing.

“I’m going to be a big sister sometime next February!” Amoreena read the words as her mother wrote them, unbelievably excited.

“Your dad can read that at the ceremony tonight!”

“I thought you said we can’t tell anyone yet?” Amoreena questioned her, like always.

“Your teacher can know, the other kids won't know what it means, it’s just important Spencer sees it, but we will wait to tell nanny and poppy, okay? Sometimes the babies don’t always stay, it’s sad so we keep it a secret until they’ve got a tiny little heartbeat in there,” she didn’t want to scare her, but she knew it was always a possibility.

“Then we try again,” Amoreena smiled, “It’ll be easier now that you don’t need Dr. Collins to help you, how did you even make me without Spencer?” She didn't use his real name often anymore, only in times when she wasn't referring to him as her father.

She sat down then, pulling Amoreena into her lap so she could hold her while she thought of the right words. “So we have eggs, but people with penises have something called sperm. When adults, and I mean adults you have to be at least 25 to have a baby it’s the rules,” she teased her slightly, ticking her arms.

“Adults have sex, babies are made when someone with a vagina and someone with a penis get together. But when you don’t have a partner with a penis to help, sometimes they’ll donate their sperm to the doctor's offices to help people like me make their perfect little families all by themselves.”

“Interesting,” is all her little mind can say, she has learned so much in one day, Y/N was surprised she was still listening and surprisingly still for once. “Is it a boy or a girl?”

“We won't know for a while,” she smiled, holding Amoreena closer to her chest. “How do you feel about all this?”

Amoreena was quiet as she thought about it, “is Spencer the guy who gave the doctors the sperm for me?”

“We think so, but we don’t know, why?”

Amoreena looked at her softly, “it wouldn’t be fair, I know he said I don’t need a father but why do they get to have him for both?”

“I think Spencer is your father, you’re just as smart and wonderful as he is, there’s no doubt in my mind that you’re his baby too. but if you want to know if he isn't, when you turn 18 the doctors will tell you who it is, it's completely up to you to find out,” she whispered, the tears starting to fall down her cheeks as Amoreena tried to wipe them away.

"I like thinking he's my father, so he is." Her mind worked in the most wonderful way. Y/N couldn’t help but hold her close as she lightly cried, “I had a dream yesterday that I had 8 sisters,” her voice was so soft and innocent as her tiny hand cupped her mother's cheek.

She gasped lightly at the words, remembering Spencer’s panic in the middle of the night last night, how scared he was to leave her all alone with 9 babies and no one to help her. They knew something that she didn’t yet, cheaper by the dozen seemed less like a dream and more like a prophecy.

“I’m so happy to make your dream come true,” Y/N whispered, “I promise I’m happy, the baby just makes me emotional.”

Amoreena placed her hand on her tummy then, “I love you, baby.”

Y/N stuck her tummy out as far as she could, “I love you too, big sister,” she said in a funny voice to make Amoreena laugh, leaning back in the chair as she held her.

And just like that, getting pregnant with Amoreena was bumped into 3rd place for the best day of her life. Sharing the moment with her and no one else was perfect, insuring she knew that she was just as important moving forward as the little person she was growing this time.

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Yandere ocs

So I figured I should show them off..and make stories for them cause this idea won't escape my mind no matter what. Please be gentle on them

All artwork is made on picrew I don't own any of it

As far as they go I'm accepting request, questions for the characters to answer and just questions about them and if you just wanna talk to them you can via ask

Warning: contains both sfw and nsfw headcanons..also these boys are yanderes so they are kinda toxic

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Theodore,21

Gentle giant

I'm not kidding he's 6'3"

Half japanese half american

Is a college student studying to be a doctor

Just the sweetest sweetheart

He comes across as ditzy though

He is the mom of any friend group

Will spoil his darling with affection and love

Best hubby vibes for sure

Works himself to death to provide for you both

Will give you all the headpats

"you're so sweet, a perfect angel"

Got his scar from his childhood

Loves sweets

Likes to make you lunch shaped as animals

Wholesome boy

Will never hurt you

Can be strict about self care

But completely forgets about his own self-care

Works so hard to please you

Makes sure you are never sad or anything

As far as his yandere side

He isn't the type to get violent but is definitely the emotional manipulation type

Will make his darling seem absolutely insane

"sweetie, you shouldn't leave be logical here"

He will make his darling question their own decision making

In his eyes you are too fragile for the outside world

Listen to him, he is only trying to protect you

Doesn't like it when you fight him

Prefers a sweet darling but if you are a hothead he'll love you just as much...though your fighting and struggling will be a challenge

Will drug you if that's what it takes to keep you calm

"Just listen to me, okay? Why would you ever need to think or make your own choices when you have me?"

Definitely has a low sex drive more of a cuddler

But when he wants it he's such a gentleman about it

Will seduce you with a nice meal first before asking to make love

He will never force you to though cause he knows what that feels like

Can spend hours kissing you

Definitely has a kink for purity

If you act super innocent he just can't help but pull you into his lap and love up on you

Doesn't do any feral sex unless you've pushed him past his breaking point.

Is a switch so if you want to top him he'll allow it but he is far more comfortable being the dom

Hikaru, 21

Young and famous model

Full japanese

Comes from a family full of actors

Flamboyant as hell will actually crossdress if he wants to cause fuck gender roles

Monster Dick energy

He comes across as loud and hyper

Seems super sweet and bubbly

Loves to dress up his darling in cute clothes and spoil them when they are well behaved

"look at my adorable baby! Oh you're such a cutie!"

Is a strawberry milk boba drinker(*cough* like me *cough*)

Will take you on shopping dates if you are good

Is the type to flaunt his credit cards

Is actually a degrading king

He isn't the nicest yandere

Will kill an entire army if he has to

Will degrade the absolute hell out of his darling to break your self esteem and self worth

"baby, who else will want you? Honestly darling do you think anyone else actually cares about someone as worthless as you?"

Kinky as fuck

Has a bad temper

Don't piss him off or he will hurt you

"why would you ever need to leave! The only one who cares about you is me! Everyone else will just use you and throw you away!"

Is the type to try and make his darling as clingy as possible

Wants a housewife type darling no matter the gender

Wants to come home to an obedient lover ready to give him a kiss, dinner, and a BJ

Always wants to love up on you and have you in his arms

Will be grouchy if he sees you getting too confident in your looks

He fears that if you have too much self confidence you're going to leave him

"what are you wearing? It's absolutely hideous. Hmm? I bought that? Huh you must have looked cute in it then but right now you kinda look like a pig"

All in all he's a brat

If you try and dom him he will absolutely fight back and it will lead to some feral sex

Axis, 18

100% blind

full japanese

Despite not being able to see he doesn't need a cane or anything

Though he likes it when you offer to hold his hand in public

Works at home as an artist

Is really good at it and had some of his work in museums

Like spicy foods

Dumbass

Like super dumb

"hey, babe is tomato sauce a smoothie? Or maybe it's like jelly..but made out of like tomatoes"

Is basically a puppy

Can't keep his hands off you

Is always kissing and loving you

Praise giving king

Has hightened senses so he definitely remembers your smell and how you walk

Always has to be with you

Never leave

Never

He can't handle it

Is the exact opposite of hikaru

Makes it seem like he will actually die without you

"don't leave! Please! I'm helpless without you! [Y/n]! Don't leave me by myself!"

Will make you quit your job

Will make you move in with him

Acts pathetic when you even mention leaving

Hugs your leg and sobs hard

Has fake fallen many times to get you to think he truly is helpless without you

Will have a screaming tantrum if you walk out the door

Just painful screams and sobs while he claws his own face and body out of absolute insanity

Will keep doing that until you come back to him

"s-see, I'm helpless without you. I'll die without you, I need you so please..stay with me forever"

As far as sex..

He is definitely cries during it

Loves you so much that he is just sobbing while fucking you cause you feel so good and he loves you and-

Is like a dog in heat

Loves just feeling all over your body

Sex with him usually lasts many rounds and involves him humping you to death while he sobs and drools all over you

Will sub for you if you want him to

Will honestly do anything you want as long as you are touching him

Prince, 24

Horny 24/7

Full Korean but moved to Japan shortly after birth

Gained his name out of a magazine..thanks mom and dad

Works as a bartender

Usually a one night stand kind of guy but with you it's different

Loves sloppy kisses and cuddles

Bad boy

Aka he pretends to be a bad boy but is actually a softie who loves dogs and long walks on the beach

Goofy as hell

Loves to make you laugh

He isn't used to having a real relationship so be easy on him

Doesn't like restricting you and lets you do basically anything you want

Of course you belong to him though so no doing crazy things

Like to take you to work with him and gives you free drinks

Definitely has a fan girl club

The word sex escapes his mouth every three seconds

Sex with him is usually amazing

He's knows exactly what he's doing

As long as you love him it's all good

The moment you try to break up with him or distance yourself he loses it

"huh? Huh huh huh huh?! You're kidding yeah?! Stop joking around"

Gets hella paranoid and locks you in his house while pacing around not sure what to do

Will kill for you like absolutely will slaughter someone if they get too close to you

He changes so dramatically it's hard to see him as the same laid back flirty guy

He gets tense and panicked

"you can't leave okay?! Don't even try to ask!"

Will start to calm down if he sees you are accepting your fate

Thinks sex will solve his problems

"you just need to see how much of a man I am yeah?! Then you'll stay right?! Of course you will!"

Spirals out of control

You belong to him in his eyes so you can't ever leave

Clearly has abandonment issues

Will try to do whatever he can to make you happy though

Want it and he will get it

just stay with him and he will be okay

Will try and do whatever he can to make you just as obsessed with him as he is for you

Clearly doesn't have experience in loving someone

He's not used to wanting someone to stay with him so he takes drastic measures to assure you never leave

Even tries getting you pregnant or making you disabled to make you make no choice but to stay

Yuki, 21

Not picking favorites buuut-

Sleepy boy

Oddly enough is super athletic and strong..despite not working out

Half japanese half american

Responds with sounds or very few words

Forked tongue- not given to him by choice

Owns a tattoo and piercing shop

Despite this he doesn't own any tattoos

Loves to put his head on your lap or stomach

Prefers chubbier lovers but honestly will love you regardless

Will sleep the entire day without eating if you let him

Doesn't like speaking but if he has to he will

Hates any sort of loud noise, has sensitive senses

Is pretty lazy but if he has to do it he will.. though he will make random grunts and grumbles the entire time while pouting

More of a cat than a person

Quite moody

Only you're allowed to touch him

Anyone else who does he'll glare at and act cold towards

Likes to hug you from behind and lean against you no matter your height

If you're shorter than him expect him to put his chin on your head

If you are taller he's nuzzling his face in your back and taking in your smell

Can't cook to save his life

Almost burnt the house down cause he fell asleep while cooking

It's fine cause he eats microwave dinners and snacks from the convience store

Low sex drive

The king of sleepy sex

Usually all sex with him is slow,teasing and just filled with sleepy praise and compliments

Unless he's jealous or stressed then it's just rough fucking

Doesn't really act like a yandere at all.. buuut-

Honestly thought you two were dating this whole time

What do you mean you two aren't a couple

No no sweetheart you two were dating the moment he laid eyes on you

If you try to break this fantasy he will shut it down

"we're dating."

Try and say no and he will not be able to handle it

All his delusions keep him from breaking down but if you absolutely say that you two aren't dating he will snap

"stop talking, we are dating. So stop lying"

Doesn't like the thought of kidnapping but he will do it if he must

Will even work from home if he has to

He isn't really a violent type so he won't kill for you but he will absolutely spread lies and use blackmail to get what he wants

All your friends and family think that you eloped with him and never want to see them again

It's better for you both if you just play along with his games

Will definitely tattoo his name on you

He won't ever gag you cause he likes to hear your voice but if you try to scream he honestly won't know what to do

The loudness makes him tear up and he just covers your mouth with your hands begging you to stop

"It hurt. Too Loud. Please."

He just wants to love you he doesn't see what he's doing wrong

He just wants to be with you forever so be good and don't fight him

Is definitely the stalker and stealing clothes type

Will make a nest of all your things that smell like you and he'll just lay in it being in absolute peace

Has scared any and all potential lovers away

Mostly through blackmail

He is easily jealous but pretends not to be

As soon as you walk into the house he is there to smell you to see if you smell different

If you do you are taking a shower with him immediately

If not then yay cool cuddles and kisses

#yandere imagines #yandere ocs #yandere #yandere asks #oc x reader

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Chapter 91: Castle Cry (XVIII)

{cw: discussion of miscarriage}

Qi Leren's heart thumped, and the dagger in his hand swung hard at the pouncing doll. The holy runes inlaid on the dagger glowed with a milky light, and the doll flew out with a scream, but more and more dolls approached him!

"Retreat first!" Su He and his cane stuck in the door frame prevented the door from being closed, and the door was unwillingly opened with a creak. Dr. Lu, who was hiding beside Su He and him, quickly ran out of the door.

Qi Leren also stepped back. This horrible scene disturbed his mind. He didn't have time to think about anything. He only wanted to escape. When he ran to the door, he was pulled by Su He: "Don't go into the corridor, that place is too open and easy to be besieged. Just hit it from here!"

The disturbed Qi Leren came to his senses and realized that he had to solve this room full of ghost dolls.

These giggling puppets approached him in the harsh light of lightning, slow and wobbly. They sang a lullaby with a dark ecstatic tone, and from time to time let out a sharp and high-pitched strange call, which made people tremble.

They were already a group of evil spirits.

A doll bear, half the height of a person, rushed to the door. Qi Leren kicked it back with a leg, knocking over several small dolls along the way, and the noisy screams echoed in the room. Another one seemed to be hung by an invisible line, and swayed from the window to the Qi Leren's eyes. It was stabbed severely by his dagger. It fell to the ground with a strange smile and spilled a big pool of dirty blood.

"The doll screaming in the cradle just now should be the key, but it’s now hiding and can only be slowly found." Su He, like Qi Leren, kept by the door. From time to time, he hit one or two dolls that Qi Leren couldn't cope with with his cane.

"That's it, the doll held by the crazy lady in the basement." As Qi Leren spoke, he stabbed a doll to death. His eyes made of buttons gave off a strange red light in the dark, and its crooked body gave off a disgusting smell of moldy food. The dolls he dealt with had been piled on the ground as high as his knees, bleeding.

Although this group of dolls looked horrible, it wasn’t difficult to deal with them after they calmed down. Fortunately, Su He had propped the door. Otherwise, when the door was closed, the dolls running around the room could not have been prevented at all. The situation would be much more dangerous. He couldn’t say for certain that he would have been able to kill the doll the crazy lady had hugged without using a save.

When the last doll fell to the ground with a scream, Qi Leren finally breathed a sigh of relief.

It was still raining hard outside, the thunder rumbled from far to near, and the dazzling lightning lit up and went out. Qi Leren kicked the dolls all over the ground and stepped on the sticky dirty blood, and once again walked into the room.

The doll that had been lying in the cradle at first and then escaped into the doll pile screamed and ran around in panic in the room. Qi Leren circled with it like a cat and mouse, and finally blocked it in the corner. The ugly black doll croaked and cried pitifully. Qi Leren frowned and pierced its head with the dagger. The holy runes gave off a white gleam. The doll struggled twice, fell to the ground, and stopped moving.

When the dagger was pulled out, the pierced forehead spit out a pool of dirty blood, which was full of demon energy.

Qi Leren stepped on the doll with his foot, and felt that there was something obviously hard in its belly, so he squatted down and cut open its belly with the dagger. At the moment when the blade cut open the cloth, the doll suddenly came back from the dead and struggled. It was so horrible that Qi Leren suddenly stood up and kicked it.

"Mom, this copy is so malicious that it really could scare people to death," Dr. Lu murmured from where he watched outside the door.

"I’m used to playing worse," Su He said quietly.

Dr. Lu snuck a glance at him. When the doll had been cut open and screamed, Su He’s eyes didn't move. Just now, the room suddenly tried to close but was blocked by him. Su He and his anticipation and consciousness in this respect were indeed much stronger than them.

In the room, Qi Leren took a moment to steady himself before picking up the doll again. This time, the doll was at its wit's end, and there was no movement. He successfully found an iron box in its abdominal cavity.

[Obtained the Devil's Sacrifice 4/6]

Having been identified as a demon sacrifice, Qi Leren didn't bother to wrap his hand in a piece of cloth, etc., and directly opened the box. The disgusting smell of blood rushed to his nose, which made him black out for a moment and become nauseous. 

"What is it?" Dr. Lu asked from far away.

"I also want to know... What the hell is this?" Qi Leren pinched his nose and looked at the box again, speaking grumpily.

In the box was a large pool of dried blood, and there seemed to be a mass of black moldy things, emitting a rotten smell, which gave off an ominous feeling.

And the phantom appeared again.

This time, the crazy lady in the illusion sat in the corner, her face blurred. She was humming a ditty softly while making a doll. From the fuzzy light and shadows, he could vaguely recognize that it was the one that Qi Leren had just cut open. She gently stuffed the iron box into the doll's belly and sewed it up with a needle and thread. The crazy lady's intermittent humming pervaded the night, and the strange tone seemed like it could be suffocated at any moment, giving the listener goosebumps.

She was obviously abnormal, and anyone who saw this scene could feel it clearly.

The needle in her hand stuck in the crazy lady's finger. She screamed bitterly, suddenly raised her head, and growled bitterly at the nothingness: "Go away! Stop pestering me! You are already dead! Dead!"

The empty darkness naturally wouldn't give her a response, but this disregard had aggravated her hysteria. She got up from her chair, waved her arms into the air, and attacked an invisible person with her teeth and nails: "Go back, go back! Go back to the grave! You’re already dead! Why did you come back?!”

The more angry she was, the more fearful she was. The invisible enemy exhausted her strength. She sat down on the ground, sobbed and climbed to the corner. She grabbed the doll she had sewed and murmured, "You are dead... I watched you die... You ate the bread with peanut butter, then twitched and died. Yes, I killed you, I killed you! Johann is mine, hahahaha, it's mine! "

The crazy lady held the doll and looked ahead emptily: "Yes, I killed you. We grew up together and felt like sisters. I was so sad, sad enough that no one knew I did it, and no one believed it. Do you resent me? So you came to me for revenge. You took my child. What else do you want to take away? Johann's love? Hahahaha, I won't let you succeed, hahahaha..."

Crazy laughter gradually dispersed in the dark, leaving the littered dolls and a bloody smell.

There was too much information revealed with this phantom. The "ghost" that the crazy lady feared should be Adeline who died many years earlier, and she killed Adeline... Qi Leren's mind became a little confused at once.

"Bread with peanut butter? Did Adeline have a severe peanut allergy? This is quite common in white people." Dr. Lu touched his chin and said, "Before, I still felt that Mrs. Mad was really suffering from madness caused by her miscarriage. Maybe she was also a spouse with ulterior motives. Now it seems that she also had a story of immorality. But doesn’t this prove that the husband didn’t love her? In fact, Adeline was Johann's true love, so the crazy lady secretly killed her?"

"Wouldn’t there be an autopsy for such an intentional murder?" Qi Leren asked.

Dr. Lu hesitated: "If you really die of allergies, it’s normal to be considered as accidental. By the way, what is in that box?"

Qi Leren handed the box to Dr. Lu. When Dr. Lu opened it, he was also disgusted: "What is this thing?"

Su He looked at the box and asked: "If you consider the meaning of the doll... what do you think?"

Qi Leren and Dr. Lu were immediately disgusted.

"You keep it safe, only two are missing." Qi Leren didn't want to touch this box at all.

"No, no, you take it. I've already taken three!" Dr Lu tried to throw the box back.

"Stop it, don't you often come into contact with this kind of thing as a doctor? Take it!"

"I'm not a gynaecologist!"

The two argued over who should take the box as Su He watched helplessly. Finally, Dr. Lu lost to Qi Leren and put the box into his inventory with a sad face.

"Now one thing is certain. The reason why the crazy lady sacrificed to the Devil should not be to pray for her to conceive a child, because she began the sacrifice after the child miscarried." Su He walked around the nursery and his spotless leather shoes stepped on the floor full of dirty blood, which made people feel a little distressed. "But there are still many problems.

"It can be seen that the crazy lady had been fearful after killing Adeline. Johann wrote in his diary that she called Adeline's name in her sleep, but at that time Johann only thought that they were deeply affectionate, and he seemed to have special feelings for Adeline. First of all, who is Adeline?"

Dr. Lu smacked his lips: "Anyway, she's definitely not a sister, otherwise it wouldn't be ‘like a sister’, so she should be a friend or relative."

"Aside from the question of Adeline, there is also a problem with the crazy lady's pregnancy. Johann's letter said that he had always given her contraceptives, but the crazy lady still became pregnant. Was this just an accident?" Su He threw out another question.

"Hey... But from a medical point of view, even if you take medicine and use a condom, you can't ensure contraception 100%," Dr. Lu said academically.

Su He nodded: "Speaking of this, I have to ask, what contraceptives were there in this era?"

Dr. Lu paused. "Let me think about it. The earliest contraceptive in my impression was probably invented in the 1940s. Before that, the contraceptive methods... Well, the original condoms made from things such as sheep intestines were a kind, otherwise it could only be calculated by the physical cycle, and abortion was simpler and more crude such as with a stick. A specific contraceptive seems to have been absent."

Qi Leren considered the place where the story happened and put forward a new view: "If the story happened in China, there should be some contraceptive methods handed down from ancient times."

Speaking of this, Dr. Lu excitedly gave him popular science: "If you’re talking about the cheats of contraception and abortion in popular TV series, musk will be contraceptive when you smell it, and a bowl of safflower will be used for abortions. I can tell you responsibly that this is basically metaphysics. It only applies to the logic system that is self-contained in the story of the show. Just like the thousand-year-old ginseng of Tianshan Snow Lotus in martial arts novels, you’ll lose if you believe it."

"...You know quite a lot," Qi Leren was dumbfounded.

"I do," Dr. Lu said proudly.

Su He looked at them with a smile and waited until they finished talking. "In fact, there is another person whom I have long felt suspicion towards."

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[anotheronechicagobog]

Yeah, I Would Part 2/Final Peter Mills x reader

written by @anotheronechicagobog​

warnings: swearing, mention of corruption, slightly Erin bashing, canon compliant bombing/accident

You arrived at the diner, taking a deep breath. You spotted Peter working the grill and talking to a man who was sitting at the counter, the detective Peter had told you about presumably. “What’s up buttercup?”

“Not much hummingbird. Gumbo and a milkshake?”

“Please.”

“What kind?”

“Surprise me, I trust you.”

“Ha, good to know. Before I get started on that, this is Antonio Dawson, the detective. He’s good, you can trust him, okay? I’ll be back with your food in a sec okay?” He kissed your hair, gave you an encouraging dimpled smile, and then left you with Dawson. “Hi, it’s good to meet you. So you’re the guy investigating my dad?”

“Yes, Ms. Voight and I-”

“It’s Y/L/N, actually. I took my mom’s name when I turned eighteen.”

“Alright, Ms. Y/L/N, I don’t know exactly what Mills told you, but I have been investigating your dad and I need to talk to you about that, and you can’t tell him.”

“My dad is corrupt. Dirty. There’s not enough time in the day to talk about it. But still, I was raised by a cop and a social studies teacher, so one thing I learned very early on in life is that evidence is key. So, here,” you handed him a Hello Kitty flashdrive that you’d kept in your bra, he took it very gingerly, clearly uncomfortable with where it was placed, “I started collecting evidence on my dad once I figured out what he was doing. And every piece of it is on that drive. It’s not the original, and I have multiple other spares, but there’s years of photo and video evidence as well as scanned copies of documents and written statements from me on there. If you need stuff in hard copy I can give it to you before the trial, if it even gets there, because I want to make sure this sticks.”

“Okay, thank you for your time. I’ll leave you with your food. Here’s my card, I’ll be in contact.”

“Of course, have a good night.”

“Here you go, let’s move to this booth over here.” Peter unloaded a tray of Gumbo and milkshakes onto the table on the booth behind you. “You ready to dig in?”

“Oh absolutely.” He held off on asking until you’d gotten a few bites of food and slurps of milkshake in because he knew you got drained just thinking about your family. “How’d it go?”

“Good. At least I think it went well.”

“And how’s the food.”

“Incredible, but it always is.”

“Only the best for you hummingbird.”

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A few days later you walked behind Mills over to the rest of 51. You were a bit skeptical, you didn’t think that a picnic was cause for wearing celebratory blues, but hey, you weren’t a firefighter. You were, however, proven right when you walked over to a picnic table with about six guys laughing their asses off. “I can’t believe you actually did it candidate!” 

“You look ridiculous!”

“Really? Cause I don’t think so.” The men you’d had yet to be introduced to watched as you pulled your boyfriend down into a full-on liplock. You bit your lip as Peter coughed, a little dazed, and you marvelled that you had that effect on him. “Uh, well, hi. I uh. My name is Brian Zvonecek but everyone calls me Otis. And who are you, exactly?”

“I’m Y/N Y/L/N, Peter’s girlfriend.”

“Peter did not tell you about us, we would remember if he had- uh, Joe Cruz by the way. No nickname, just Joe.”

“Capp”

“Tony.”

“Kelly.”

“Matt.”

“Well, hi, everyone. It’s nice to meet all of you. Sorry that didn’t happen sooner, but I thought it might be best if Peter found his footing with you guys first and then I had to work out of the country for a bit.”

“Well, it’s nice to finally meet you. You should introduce her to the chief Mills.”

And so he did. Along with Mouch and Hermann, the chief teased him for the blues before congratulating him on snagging a great girl. Cindy was lovely, just as sweet as her brownies. The day was going really well, even with the tension Gabby was creating with just about everyone. She was basically drooling over Matt and literally everyone was noticing, and for some reason, she was acting particularly cold towards you. But all in all, the day was a success, especially since it ended with the arrest of your dad, brother, and sister.

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Erin was glaring at you so hard that you were thankful Antonio had gotten a freelance security detail hired for you. As it turned out, since a lot of the evidence you had was about your dad covering up the shit your siblings did, that they were in violation of the law as well. Part of you felt bad for Erin, she had worked really hard to get where she was. Yes, she made some mistakes when she was younger, but most of that was due to her mother’s neglect or influence, which you made sure to tell the court, but she still looked like she was planning your murder. “Be grateful detective Lindsay, you’d be going to prison and losing your badge if it wasn’t for Ms. Y/L/N.” She hmphed at the judge and you shrunk into your seat. Peter rubbed your arms, everything about him calming you.

“I hereby sentence Justin Voight to five years in prison with the chance of parole on charges of theft, DUI, neglectful driving, and conspiracy to commit corruption.”

“I hereby sentence Hank Voight to forty years in prison with no chance of parole on charges of corruption, money laundering, stalking, property damage, witness intimidation, and drug conspiracy.”

You left the courtroom feeling much lighter. You obviously didn’t feel good about sending your only remaining biological family to prison, but what other option did you have? They weren’t going to stop or pay reparations to the people they’d wronged. Just threaten and scare everyone who got in their way. And while you knew that Erin agreed with you on some level, you knew that she believed they shouldn’t go to prison. She would cover for them too, she had actually. And it was because of that that she was demoted to officer and barred from taking the detectives exam for five years. She stormed up to you, resembling a raging bull, after both trials had finished. “How could you, they are your family-”

“They have cost people their livelihoods, Justin actually paralyzed someone! I couldn’t stand by and do nothing, if they weren’t going to stop they had to be stopped. You have to realize that.”

“I just can’t believe-”

“Erin, you’re not joining them, and the only reason you’re not getting arrested for any of the shit you’ve done is because I spoke up and said it wasn’t your fault. All of it would have come out eventually, you know that. Now you don’t have to worry about when that happens. Don’t you get that?”

“You just betrayed your family-”

“Nope, you don’t get it. Goodbye Erin, I’ll talk to you when you pull your head out of my dad’s ass and apologize to me.”

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ONE YEAR LATER

You woke up but it was difficult to see and breathe. You could feel dust entering your mouth and throat whenever you tried to get some air, there were some beams of light coming in but you could still see very little, only the shapes of concrete and metal.  You didn’t feel good. Nauseous, light-headed, pounding in your head, ringing i your ears, and your thoughts were moving so muddled and slowly.

You remembered Kim, the CFD logo, and something about the nurses’ station? None of it made any sense to you, and thinking only hurt your head more. You were so heavy, and so tired, so you just let your eyes close.

The sunbeams were gone when you woke up, you heard sounds instead. Machines and ‘whooping’ mostly. But there were some people, you could not for the life of you hear what they were saying. And then you realized, ‘for the life of you’, Kim, CFD booth, charity race sign-up at the nurses’ station, three steps away, boom, nothing, rubble, rebar, dust, minimal light, minal air. The hospital exploded and you were underneath who knows how much of said hospital in pieces! Panic built up quickly, and suddenly you noticed metallic smelling liquid, aches, pains all over your body, something on top of your right leg. You didn’t think, you just acted. You screamed. Loud. In terror. In pain.

Peter, pizza, apartment, cat, Netflix, Cruz, Otis, pancakes, Molly’s, Hermann, Dawsons, coffee, doughnuts, Platt, Al, Justin, Erin, dad. Images, memories, flooded your mind, panic still securing you in its chokehold. You found an engagement ring in Peter’s nightstand last week. You were going to die. You were going to die. You were going to die. You were going to die. You hoadn’t been aware that you’d spent the entire time screaming as much as your lungs could bear until you vaguely recognized someone yelling at you. “Hey! Hello! Are you okay?”

“No! Help me- please!”

Everything was a blur, whether from your tears or your memory you weren’t sure. But in what felt like minutes you were out from and above the rubble, the night’s sky and a group of firefighters meeting your eyes. Their voices were muffled as you felt hands over you and you let yourself fall asleep again. 

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Crying, someone was crying. It wasn’t you but you could hear sobs coming from right next to you. The room was dark, the only light in the room coming from the cracks in the door and the machines attached to you. You were still in a lot of pain. Your head was throbbing, but not as much as earlier, your lower right leg was in a cast, you could feel bandages on various parts of your body, gauze wrapped around your chest, and there was a plastic lining around your nose in mouth and stale air making its way into your lungs. Your body didn’t feel as weighed down as before, but you could still feel the exhaustion throughout your body. “Peter?”

“Y/N? Oh, thank God. Dr. Rhodes? She’s awake!”

After a flurry of nurses and doctors and tests, Peter was let back in. Dr. Rhodes followed, giving a tentative smile. “Well, Y/N, you are lucky. After being unconscious for five days you have a severe concussion, four broken ribs that we might have to perform surgery on to make sure they don’t pierce your lungs or heart, a broken ankle with three torn ligaments, numerous lacerations, and your oxygen levels were low when you came in. You were initially on a breathing tube but your levels improved so we took it out and put on the mask instead. Is there anything you want me to go into further detail about?”

“My ribs; how close am I to needing surgery?”

“Very, we’ve done our best to secure and monitor them but we really think that surgery would be best, it’s just that your next of kin are arguing about the best course of action.”

“What? But Peter is my next of kin, my only next of kin. Who has been coming to you thinking they have any power here?”

“Uh, it’s your dad, Y/N. They went to the hospital board and argued that they should be considered next of kin. The board agreed. I tried to fight it, but you know how many strings your dad can pull.”

“What? Are you kidding me? Well, I’m awake now, and I can make medical decisions for myself now, right?”

“Yes, I have been told by the hospital’s lead attorney that once you completely woke up you could make all the decisions necessary. We’ve actually been hoping for that because your family has been causing a lot of trouble over this.”

“Do you recommend surgery?”

“Yes. Based on our observations surgery is inevitable. And the fact that your family opposed Peter and your doctors has actually added a significant amount of risks for you.”

“Alright, do the surgery.”

“A nurse will be in to prep you shortly.” 

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You looked at Peter’s tear-streaked face. “I thought you were dead.”

“I thought that I was going to die, I hadn’t even been aware of where I was or what had happened for most of the time I was down there. I was so scared that I would never make it back to you.”

“When I found out that you were in that building before the bomb went off, I just lost my mind. I was digging through rubble screaming your name, Casey and Severide had to pull me away and restrain me from searching for you. When you weren’t found after eight hours, and all that crews were finding dead bodies, I... The look that Boden and the lieutenants had with each other... It was without a doubt the worst day of my life. I love you, so much.” He was stroking your face, looking at you as if you were a gift from the sun. “I found the ring, almost two weeks ago now.”

He smiled and pulled the black box out of his coat pocket which was draped over the back of his chair. “You mean this one?”

“Yes.”

“I had a much more romantic proposal plan, but I don’t want to wait until it’s too late. I do not want a life without you. I want to spend the rest of my existence with you. Will you please marry me?”

“Yes. I love you so much, Peter. So, so much.”

Your moment with Peter was broken by Doris entering the room “... I hate to break up this moment, I really, really, do, seriously you guys are adorable, but I have to prep Y/N for surgery.”

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The firehouse took turns visiting you and Leslie in the hospital, celebrating the fact that you were both alive and well and that you and Peter got engagement. Eliza, Peter’s kid sister, showed up with balloons and flowers. Peter spent the rest of your time in the hospital holding your hand and looking at you like you put the sun in the sky. And you looked at him like he hung the stars just for you. Everything finally felt like it was falling into place, and everyone, including your guilt-ridden dad, couldn’t be more happy for you two.

#One Chicago #Chicago PD #Chicago Fire #peter mills x reader #peter mills #hank voight #hank voight x daughter!reader #erin lindsay

[salt-warrior]

WHEN EARTH TURNS TO ASHES

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Chapter Fourteen: Dangers of Death

"Slow it down, right now, missy!" Iko yelled from behind Cinder, heels clicking loudly on the white linoleum tile. It wasn't as if Cinder were moving fast— she had tripped multiple times and a turtle could probably out-run her— but Iko's foot attire made her mobility rate even worse than Cinder's.

"I said that I didn't want to see you," Cinder hissed between her teeth, but slowed down all the same. Anger bubbled from within her chest. She was furious at Kai. She was enraged to see Cress, her tormentor and betrayer. But most of all, she was livid with herself for letting anyone get close to her. They didn't deserve the kind of consequences that came with simply existing near Cinder.

Iko came to an elegant stop beside Cinder, her breathing slightly heavy. "Oh please, everyone wants to see me." Iko grinned. "I'm gorgeous!"

Cinder let out a huff, but smiled all the same. No matter how much she hated Kai and Cress, there was no part of her that could ever hate Iko; she was too much like Peony. She spoke with a certain confidence in herself. She loved people, no matter the circumstances. She was good and kind and oh so boy-crazy. But most of all, she didn't care that Cinder was broken or haunted or different.

"So," Iko cut across Cinder's thoughts. "Where do you plan on going, seeing that everyone you want to kill is currently occupying your home."

This caused Cinder to pause. "I hadn't thought that far ahead,” she admitted. Her anger had gotten the better of her, and her only thoughts had been to get away from those who loved her before they all got hurt. No one was safe while Cress and Cinder were together. Not with Cress knowing Cinder's past and secrets. She wouldn't let anyone else die. "Maybe I'll go back to the hospital. They'll let me stay there, right?"

Cinder hated the idea of going back to the place of white fluorescence and sterile air. She didn't want to lay in a bed all day with nothing to keep her hands occupied. She longed for her own space without people monitoring her every move. But if it kept everyone safe, it was the only place she belonged.

Iko bit her lip, but nodded. The duo began to walk again, this time in silence as both their steps came at a more lethargic cadence. "I'm sure they would..." Iko looked into Cinder's face, her expression not that of a nurse, but of a friend who cared deeply for her counterpart's behalf. "But I think it would be better if you stayed with me," Iko said, nonchalant.

"Iko, I couldn't possibly. I could–"

"I wasn't asking, I was telling." Iko smirked, her nose quirked upwards. "I have a guest bedroom, and could really use some company. It's kind of lonely." Iko admitted. "Besides, it's nearly Christmas, and no one deserves to spend Christmas at a Hospital."

"You're gonna be at the Hospital, Iko." Cinder retorted, though with more affection than acerbity.

A laugh shot out of Iko, and it was like the sound of a classical piano: high, clear, and beautiful. "Yeah, but I only have an eight-hour shift, and then I get to come home to my cat. And you, too, I guess. Thank goodness you're not as hairy."

"You have a cat?" Cinder questioned, her mind trying and failing to imagine Iko with a cat.

"No, I'm allergic. But you thought I did." Iko teased. They were now on the first floor, stepping outside and into the cold winter air. Iko shivered in her glamorous, but rather revealing dress. It was only then that Cinder realized that she was still wearing Kai's gray-hoodie. His scent hit her in that moment, and she hated herself for loving the way it enveloped her.

Cinder hated the idea of putting Iko— a girl who could've been Peony's personality doppelgänger— in any sort of danger; but Cinder was terribly lonely. She had shut everyone one out for so long that she had nearly forgotten how it felt to have human companionship. Now that she had grown re-accustomed to it, the withdrawals were nearly too painful to bear.

"Are you sure it's okay if I stay with you?" Cinder asked nervously. Half of her wanted Iko to change her mind, but the other half, the one starving, wanted desperately for Iko to make true on her promise.

Iko hooked a warm arm around Cinder's neck, careful not to hurt her. "Absolutely."

***

"What do you mean you 'know why Selene left'?" Thorne blurted at the same moment Kai said: "How could it be your fault?"

Cress covered her face with her hands and let out a sob. Her soft curling locks of blonde hair cloaked her head like a halo. Her entire frame was shaking with grief, setting both boys into a panic.

Kai looked at Thorne, his eyes full with worry and terror. He was generally good at handling crying women, but he was clueless as how to help Cress; she appeared devastated. Thorne, on the other hand, looked confused. Both made a multitude of facial expressions, having their own silent argument while the small girl cried in enemy territory. Finally, Kai jerked his chin forcefully, indicating that he would not be touching the sobbing Cress. Thorne glared and rolled his eyes with resentment, but relented to move towards Cress.

Thorne placed a gentle hand on Cress' back, going for comforting, but only making her flinch. "Hey, hey, calm down," Thorne crooned, and Kai goggled at him. Thorne shrugged his shoulders as if to say: I don't know what else to do.

"You need to tell us what happened," Thorne whispered softly into Cress's ear. "Otherwise we can't help you or Cin– Selene."

Kai knew that Thorne had meant to be a calming influence, but he only seemed to be making Cress' crying worse. Cress sobbed pathetically, muttering words incoherently. Kai held both of his hands out in a question, and Thorne glared murderously at him.

"Cress," Kai tried. "We have to know what happened between you and Cinder. We can't help her if you won't tell us what you did."

At his words, Cress hiccuped, and her crying seemed to slow. She turned her face up to gaze at Kai with blood-shot eyes, still the color of crystal. Tears still traced down her cheeks, but a determined glint sparkled radiantly in her cobalt-blue eyes.

"Please," Thorne muttered. "Do it for Selene."

Cress exhaled slowly, her shoulders sagging as all the tension went out of her body. Thorne led her to the chair that sat at Cinder's desk, and Cress crumpled into is gratefully. Kai and Thorne remained standing in front of her, but Cress didn't seem to mind them towering over her.

"Do you want to know why Selene freaked out when she saw me tonight?" Cress croaked, placing her trembling hands across her stomach. Kai knew it was rhetorical, but nodded his head all the same, Thorne mirroring his action.

"We were... friends. Back in high school. Selene was always an outsider, but so was I," Cress said. Her voice was soft and vulnerable, and if the circumstances were different, Kai would have given her a hug and told her that she didn't need to talk about it. But she did. This was about Cinder, and for some reason, all other worries seemed to vanish from Kai's mind wherever Cinder was concerned.

"We became close, and we shared our secrets. She... she told me about her past. She told me about her mom. She told me everything, and asked me to help her to..." Cress bit down on her lip, the words seeming to cost her every ounce of courage. "She asked me to help her fight Her."

"I told her I would; and I did. I devoted all my time to researching how to make Her stop, but I just couldn't find anything. I– I tried so hard–" Cress's voice broke, and a guttural noise escaped her throat like an animal being run over. "But we didn't save Peony. We— I failed her."

Thorne looked at Kai with alarm, but Kai still didn't understand what was going on. Was someone after Cinder, or were things much darker than he could imagine?

"Selene told me what happened, that day that Peony died." Cress wrung her hands together, her red face pinched and full of pain. "I believed her. Until I found something— something that fit the tragedy completely, but made Selene, well, a liar." Cress glanced at the floor, unable to maintain eye-contact. Kai knew what Cress had been about to say about Cinder, but hated the idea of it. He could never believe Cinder a murderer, no matter how much all the facts pointed towards that cruel fate.

"But I got it all wrong. I told everyone that Selene had killed Peony, because I thought she had... had... had..." Cress lost it completely then, curling her entire body in on itself. She looked so pathetic, that even Kai couldn't stand questioning her any more.

"Hey there," Kai rushed forward at the same time as Thorne. Both of them knelt down in front of her, touching her shuddering form as if her were a fragile bird. "Cress, we're going to talk to Selene. We'll set things right once again."

"Yeah," Thorne chimed in. "She'll forgive you, I'm sure of it. If you tell her the truth, I'm sure she'll understand."

Cress moaned as if in agony. "That's not the problem!" She shrieked. "No, no, no, no! You don't understand!"

Kai retracted his hand in shock. "What don't we understand?"

"Aside from girls and this entire conversation?" Thorne mumbled just loud enough for Kai to hear. He chose to ignore him.

"I c-can't see Selene," Cress stuttered miserably. "I don't know what I was possibly thinking coming here. It's too dangerous."

"What's too dangerous, Cress?" Kai asked urgently. "Why can't you see Selene?"

Cress kept her face pressed between her palms for a moment before looking straight into Kai's eyes. Her entire demeanor was that of complete and utter agony. Her skin was sallow and pale, and her eyes held shear terror.

"Because if I do, someone could die. We could all die."

#when earth turns to ashes #wetta #a burning world #marissa meyer #tlc #the lunar chronicles #lunar chronicles #linh cinder #selene blackburn #prince kai #emperor kai #carswell thorne #cress darnel #iko #channary blackburn #kaider fanfiction #tlc fanfiction #salt warrior stories

[makbarnes]

A message never lost

Summary: Bucky writes a letter to Steve letting him know the 107th will be shipped out to the front lines tomorrow. He may not write for a while but don’t worry. Steve will always be in his heart. Steve tries to go on a date with a girl from his work but it doesn’t turn out well when he can’t defend her from a cat caller. He cries himself to sleep that night wearing one of Bucky’s shirts.

Dear Stevie,

God how I miss you. You have no idea how hard it is to be here without you. Everyone keeps talking about their girls and showing off pictures and I just sit in silence and look at the one picture of you and my sister. I wish this war was over soon but I fear it will not be soon enough. I wanted to write to you and tell you I’m getting shipped to the front line tomorrow…You can reply at any point but if I don’t reply don’t worry.

I keep thinking of our last night together and the memory is slowly fading away. I can’t wait to just hold you and let you know how much I love you. The guys keep looking over my shoulder as I write this. Thank God they think it's a girl. I’ve been keeping my head down and focusing on winning this war so I can come back to you. I do hope for you in the love department but another part of me is wishing you will wait. I want to just beg you to wait for me, But that isn’t fair to you. I know it isn’t and I can’t be selfish with you no matter how much it pains me…

What I miss most is your cooking the melty potatoes and the perfectly seasoned meatloaf. It makes my stomach warm. I yearn for even the smell of your apple pie and to watch your favorite Ice cream drip down the sides. If I make it out of this hell I’m expecting a dinner when I get back, Punk! Haha

How I wish I could hear your laugh now. It could cover even the darkest of memories I have right now. I’m scared Steve. I don’t know what destruction waits for me beyond this camp and I pray for your safety everyday. I hope you aren’t getting into fights you can’t finish and I want you to know I love you.

‘TIll the end of the line.

Forever yours, Bucky

Steve’s eyes filled with tears as he finished Bucky’s note and he dropped the paper on his table. Trying to catch his breath he stumbled over to the cabinet and pulled out his inhaler. Taking in a few puffs he wiped his face clean of tears. He sat against the kitchen cabinets and thought of Bucky’s voice, his smell, anything about him that he could remember. He felt like sobbing but he picked himself up off the ground and laid out a clean sheet of paper. He held the pen for what seemed like hours but nothing was being written down. Steve let out a heavy sigh as he glanced at his watch. Stumbling over his own feet, Steve rushed out the door and down to the next door diner. He had agreed to meet a nice girl for lunch from his workspace and was running late. He got caught up in the letter from Bucky and wanted to just forget about it., but he was trying to do what Bucky said.

Pushing open the heavy door Steve saw the girl sitting at a table nursing a coffee in her right hand. She smiled as he locked eyes with her and made his way over. She straightened her posture as Steve sat down and picked up the small menu. Steve smiled quaintly at her as he faked perusing the menu. A waitress soon appeared to break the awkward silence between them and Steve just asked for water with whatever the girl wanted. He didn’t really pay attention, he was too busy going over Bucky’s letter in his mind. She tried making simple conversation but Steve was lost in his thoughts.

“I’m sorry. I just have a lot on my mind today.”

“Hey, I get it. It’s hard with everyone over there and we‘e stuck here.”

“Yeah! I just miss them so much. I don’t understand why they just can’t come home already.”

“At least you have someone that can come home.” “Oh, I’m sorry-I didn’t mean to,” Steve held his head down as the girl avoided eye contact with him.

“It’s fine. I’m trying to remind myself he died for his country.”

“Yeah…” Steve took a pause to think of Bucky firing a gun for their freedom and rushing into battle for him. The waitress set down Steve’s water glass with the girl’s meal and he thanked her. Steve and the girl sat silently as they each looked around the small diner they were in. Steve cleared his throat awkwardly and noticed her eyes perking up as if he was going to speak.

“I, Uh, I’m not that good at this, I’m sorry. Just nervous I guess.”

“Why would you be nervous, Steve?”

“Well out to lunch with a pretty girl like you. There’s a lot to be nervous about.” Steve adjusted his sleeve as she smiled while neatly eating a fry from her plate. Steve wet his throat as he took a large sip of water and politely nodded to the gentleman watching them from the corner. Seeing him make his way to their table, he rolled his eyes and tucked his face towards the window.

“Hey baby, Why don’t you let me take you out instead of this stick here?”

“No thanks.” Her voice was full of annoyance and she tried to focus her attention back to Steve.

“Come on Baby...I bet I can please you more than this stick,” The man leaned over the table which caused Steve to stand up.

“I think the lady said no,” Steve cleared his throat as he watched the man’s demon change to violence.

“Well clearly she isn’t right in the head,” The man squared up evenly with Steve and towered over his frail body.

“Apologize. Now.”

“Why don’t you make me, pipsqueak?” The man’s fist collided with Steve’s face and he fell on the floor of the diner. Steve quickly scrambled off the floor and tried to throw a punch before the man caught his fist and pushed him down again. Before Steve could get up one more time he heard the loud clicking of heels running away from the area. WIth the girl gone the man who was attacking Steve stopped and let Steve run away from the scene. Steve wiped the pooling blood away from his lip and headed back home. Grumbling to himself as he stepped in the small apartment. He relaxed against the small sofa he had added to the decor recently and looked over Bucky’s note again. Tears welled into his eyes and he let them pour out and drip against his clothes. He felt himself shaking from the emotions he released and tried to take a few deep breaths. His chest tightened and he tried to calm himself down. Steve brushed through his hair as he let out a breath of pent up anger. Pacing through his small living area He tightened his fist, crushing the letter from Bucky. He heard the crushing from the paper and quickly tried to flatten it out.

“How am I supposed to find a dame when I can’t even defend one at lunch!” Steve tossed his boots off in anger and slammed open the closet door. Seeing Bucky’s clothes made tears well in his eyes again. He grabbed Bucky’s dark blue button up and slipped it over himself. Tucking his nose into the collar he felt his muscles loosen and a sense of calm flush over him. Even having Bucky’s scent helped him, He wished he could just hold Bucky and have his soft muscles pressed into him. Steve crinkled the paper as he held it close against his chest, he eyed his desk once again and was determined to write back no matter how bad it hurt.

Dear Buck,

You would have been proud of me today. I went on a date with some dame from work. If you could call it a date. Long story short, I got my jaw whacked by some jerk and didn’t fight back. I was about to but I thought of you. If I got myself in trouble you wouldn’t be there to save me like you always do. I can still remember the sound of your running footsteps coming towards me to carry me back to safety. I miss being wrapped in your strong arms, the comfort you bring is unimaginable and it’s hard to get out of bed, knowing you are over there in hell. I want you home so badly, I feel an ache in my chest when I think about you… I promise to cook your favorite meal, my amazing war hero deserves it. I miss your smile, your nose scrunching up as you smell the air that’s filled with my food.

I’m holding on to the way the sun hits your eyes through our sheer shades and the way I can see the love you have for me in your eyes. God, I miss you Buck. More than I can put into words. My drawings don’t matter, Nothing does without you here. I go to work everyday collecting scrap for the military to use however they need. I feel a warmth everytime I see my red wagon. It’s bigger than a child’s I swear to it. But I know you would joke about it every time you saw me, Jerk.

I want to hear you reading the papers as I draw, I want to see you smiling as you stuff your mouth with my mom’s pancakes. I want so many things that I can’t have, it's selfish to want you. But I don't care. I'm waiting for you. I will always wait for you. Please come back to me, come back to us. I know it's not much but it's our little life and I need you here with me.

‘Till the end of the line, I love you, forever.

P.S Open the next page for a surprise. Xxx

Steve ripped a page out of his sketchbook and signed the bottom corner, His eyes graced over the page before he tucked it away in the envelope.

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[chroniclackofselfpreservation]

Creatures of the Night

Chapter 11 - better by far to forget and smile

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(TW: injury, pain, graphic violence, unconsciousness, panic attacks)

(The title of the chapter comes from "Remember" by Christina Rossetti )

Patton blinked. He’d zoned out, though he couldn’t tell how long. Long enough his limbs felt stiff and weighed down—similar to waking up from a nap. The world hadn’t so much as twitched in the time he’d sat there reminiscing. Wakeby was stagnant as a reflecting pool, but just murky enough for him to forget that the outside world existed, that his past had even happened.

For a while, he’d worried about lying to everyone. To Dot… What if he couldn’t keep it up? What if they found out he wasn’t the happy-go-lucky guy everyone knew and loved? Those concerns hadn’t lasted. It had only been a façade for the first year or so.

After that, the repression seemed to catch on. He really believed he was as happy as he pretended to be. When he thought about his childhood, he only pictured one with Dot. It was a strange sort of dual-memory. He knew that he was adopted, sure, but it was easy to forget. He and Dot looked similar enough, and if he really wanted to, he could pretend she’d raised him his whole life.

Dot didn’t have many friends outside the nursing home, and the ones she did didn’t have good enough memories to wonder how she’d suddenly acquired a thirteen-year-old son. Patton lied and told people at school that he’d been homeschool up until now.

No one knew but him and his mom, even now. It didn’t seem like an important detail. He was happy now. That’s all that mattered.

The hard part came when his friends asked questions about his childhood, or wondered why they’d never seen a picture of him younger than when they’d first met. He’d have to thank Merri for his quick wit and talent for squirming out of difficult situations as easily as a fish through water… but then he was thinking about Merri, and that was an issue.

Patton looked down at his watch. It was half-past midnight. He’d been gone for nearly five hours. He hadn’t spent the whole time in the alley, of course—wandering absently around Wakeby for the better part of it, feeling twitchy and unsettled and sending polite smiles to those he passed that called greetings. He’d retreated to the alley to escape anymore similar encounters, but he hadn’t even realized…

Reaching behind himself, he pulled his phone out of his pocket. He’d set it to silent when he’d left the house. Five missed calls. The first from Roman, three more from Logan, and one final one from Virgil. Several more texts accompanied the missed calls, asking where he was and if he needed help.

Guilt rising in his throat like bile, Patton typed out a quick text.

I’m okay. On my way home now. Sorry for making you all worry.

He hit send and shoved the device into his pocket, still on silent. He’d deal with the collective worry-induced wrath of his friends once he was home.

                                                * * * * * * * * * *

Patton hadn’t gone three steps into the house when Logan came sprinting down the hall. His face was hard with worry and concern. Patton startled, memories and instincts of his old self still fresh in his mind. 

Logan stopped an appropriate distance away, but the movement was halting, like he’d restrained himself. 

“Are you… well?” he asked. 

“Um…” Patton’s voice wavered. He swallowed and glanced around. He hadn’t realized how close to the brink of tears he’d been, but he was so tired, there wasn’t much he could do about it at this point. 

“Yeah,” he said, his voice breaking pathetically. “I’m okay.” Tears spilled over and down his cheeks. His breath hitched in his chest. Logan’s expression grew panicked, and Patton didn’t blame him. He’d never lost it like this in front of any of them. 

“Patton, I don’t—oh, no. Can you—what do you need? Why is this so much easier with Vir—”

“It’s okay! I’m fine, you don’t have to do anything.” Patton said desperately, but he didn’t stop crying. Why couldn’t he pull himself together? His hands were all shaky and his breath came harder in his chest. He wished Dot were here. Patton wanted his mom, and he hated himself for it. Here he was, twenty-one years old, and still crying for his mother. 

“You are objectively not fine,  Patton. What can I do? What will help?” Logan said. He placed a hand on Patton’s shoulder, and that was it. He couldn’t resist anymore.

He fell against Logan’s chest, clutching his shirt in his fists and sobbing. Logan didn’t hesitate, wrapping him in his arms and resting his cheek against Patton’s hair. 

“What’s going on, Patton? Can you tell me what happened?” Logan asked softly, but it only made Patton cry harder. His life happened, that’s what. His whole life he’d been a failure, and even now he was failing at being the person he wished he was. 

Logan tightened the hug, like he was scared Patton would disappear if he let go. The pressure was nice, actually, and Patton found himself relaxing into it, the tension bleeding out of him.

Soon, he was reduced to a sniffling mess, feeling exhausted and raw and scraped completely hollow. He calmed down somewhat, his breathing slowing. 

Logan let him go, and Patton had to bite his tongue to keep from telling him not to. It felt so good to be held. To feel protected and safe. 

“Please refrain from wandering off like that again,” Logan said not unkindly, his eyes softening. “Or, at least, answer your phone and let us know that you are unharmed.” 

“Sorry, Lo.”

“It was a simple request for future incidents. You do not need to apologize.” Logan placed a steady hand on Patton’s shoulder and managed to convey just as much emotion into as any bone-crushing hug. 

He was suddenly reminded of his dreams. 

“Where’s Roman?” 

He waited a moment before answering. “Visiting his father.” 

“What?” Patton breathed. “Why?”

Logan shrugged, though Patton could tell he was far more concerned than he was letting on. “He said he was going to battle some of his demons. He should be fine.”

“Should be?” Patton wondered if that was what Roman had been so upset about today. 

“That was a poor choice of wording. He assured me that he would be fine, and I believe him.”

That’s a lie, Patton thought to himself, but didn’t call Logan out. If anyone could spot a lie, it was Patton. He did it enough, he ought to. Right?

“Okay,” he conceded. “What about Virgil? Is he… doing alright? Roman sort of told me what happened earlier, but…”

Logan ran his hands down his face, now unapologetically frustrated. “He went after Roman.”

“He just left? Should we go too? What if they need help?”

“I assure you,” Logan said wearily, “That our interference will only cause them strife. It would be better if we let them handle it on their own.” He said the words as if trying to convince himself of them. 

Patton wiped his face and took a breath. “Have you eaten anything?”

“What?”

“I left before I made dinner. Have you eaten anything?”

“Well, no, but—”

“Come help me make dinner,” Patton said, grabbing Logan’s hand and dragging him to the kitchen. Logan didn’t complain. 

It seemed they both needed distractions.

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Roman sprinted through the dark forest, using his ears more than his eyes to keep tabs on where the giant demon was headed. His blood pounded in his ears and he unsheathed his dagger. 

Virgil was here. 

Virgil was here, and somehow Dorian knew him, and he was a cat. 

His mind had been racing with unanswered questions, but as soon as Dorian had struck, all unimportant things had left his mind. He’d gotten used to doing so after spending every night hunted. 

Except now, he wasn’t the one being hunted. Or even the hunter. He was the third party simply trying to keep his friend alive. But he was only human. He couldn’t hope to keep up with Dorian, especially on the ground. He could only hope that Virgil could outrun him long enough to survive. 

Fortunately, the cat—or Virgil—was zagging through the trees, and circled back towards Roman. His ears were so flat against his head they might as well not have been there, and his pupils were blown wide. He ran past him, only a few yards to the right. Roman crouched, silently calculating the distance, then lunged, tackling Dorian. 

The serpent was moving so fast, he kept rocketing forward when Roman crashed into him, only slightly sideways now, rolling a few times. Roman tried to grab hold of him, but his arms couldn’t reach all the way around. All the wind knocked out of his lungs as he rolled with the demon. Lights popped in his eyes when he hit a tree. 

Dorian didn’t stop for even a second. His scales ripped through Roman’s sleeves and cut his palms raw as he wriggled free, too distracted by his new prey to give Roman a second glance. Roman cried out, his chest, arms, and hands now stripped of the first few layers of skin, leaving them pink and bleeding and looking like he’d skidded bare-skinned across asphalt. He wished, now more than ever, he’d continued wearing Logan’s leather armor. 

At least he’d had the common sense—or paranoia—to wear the amulet.

Gritting his teeth through the pain, Roman got to his feet and kept running. They weren’t too far ahead.

Virgil veered suddenly to the right and scrambled up a tree. 

“Virgil, NO!” Roman bellowed, out of breath. Dorian may be slower in trees, but Virgil had effectively blocked himself in. Unless he wanted to climb down toward the giant snake-demon, he’d be too high up to jump down without hurting himself. 

Dorian let out an excited growl that sounded altogether not human in the worst way possible, and began winding up the trunk after Virgil. 

Grunting and willing his legs to keep running, Roman tightened his grip on his knife, sprinted toward the tree, and leaped. 

He flew through the air for only a second, bracing himself as he slammed into Dorian and clung for dear life to the slick, scaly body. 

Dorian either didn’t notice, or didn’t care. 

Ignoring the protest of nearly every part of his body, Roman desperately trying to keep his hold as Dorian wound higher and higher up the tree. 

“Dorian! Stop it! Stop this!” he barked, but he received no reply. Virgil wobbled as he began to reach branches that were too thin to support his weight. He looked around frantically. He’d have to go back down the tree to even reach the adjacent pine, let alone jump to the ground, and that meant getting closer to the giant fanged mouth. 

Cursing in a way his father would have belted him for, Roman squeezed the serpentine body with his legs to keep balance as he placed the tip of his dagger at the edge of a palm-sized diamond-shaped scale, and slammed his other fist against the hilt. The blade slid under the golden plating, and, nearly losing his balance as branches slapped his face, popped the scale clean off.

Before Dorian could react, Roman plunged the dagger deep into the newly-exposed flesh. Blood as black and hot as tar sprayed Roman’s arms and face, setting his open wounds ablaze with pain. 

Dorian howled in pain, but before he could so much as snap in Roman’s direction, he lost his grip. The blood made the scales slick, and Roman fell. He tried to turn, to catch himself, but didn’t react fast enough. His back collided with a branch as thick as his thigh. Bones crunched inside of him. Roman hit the ground, but he barely felt it, his mind white with pain. His head swam and he wheezed into the dirt, unable to breathe. 

Don’t let Virgil die, he told himself. Don’t do it. You’ll never forgive yourself.

He had to get the amulet off. Otherwise, he and Virgil were as good as dead. The thing was, the arm with the amulet was folded beneath him and growing numb. Roman was pretty sure he’d broken it. That and he couldn’t feel his legs. 

Virgil let out a heart wrenching yowl of helpless terror from up in the tree. 

Roman grit his teeth and threw his weight to the side over and over again until he flipped himself over onto his back. Moving quick with his one uninjured arm, he ripped the amulet from his arm. Cold, prickling magic surged through him. His legs spasmed and his nerves lit on fire. Roman gasped and nearly was sick when he felt his vertebrae pop back into place. His whole body itched unbearably.

Roman stared up at the canopy. He wouldn’t make it. The magic wouldn’t heal him fast enough to save Virgil. 

He could see the two of them high in the trees. 

Dorian was only seconds away. 

Virgil crouched as well as he could on the thin branch that dipped beneath his weight. 

Virgil leaped. 

He soared true, right toward the next tree. He was going to make it. 

Dorian’s pupils constricted paper thin. With his body still anchored around the pine, he lashed out, mouth stretching, fangs dripping. 

He clipped Virgil. Grazed him right across the ribs with a single fang. 

Roman surged to his feet, regardless of his still healing body and sprinted to catch Virgil as he was knocked out of the air. Roman could survive falling from that height, especially with an amulet, but Virgil? As a cat? Such a fall could kill him if he didn’t land on his feet. 

Virgil plummeted. 

Roman dove…

and caught him. He rolled to slow himself, cradling Virgil against his chest. Roman came to a stop, his hands shaking. Virgil was trembling, his tiny chest heaving and he panicked. He clawed Roman’s hands, still in fight or flight mode, until he dropped him. 

“Virgil, wait—” 

The cat stumbled this way and that, like he’d been spinning in circles, shaking his head and making confused, terrified sounds. 

It was the venom. It was starting to work through his system. In a body that small, it surely spread faster. 

Roman heard Dorian leave the tree, slithered toward them. He rounded on the demon. 

“What did you do?!”

“What a shame,” he sighed, looking over Roman’s shoulder at Virgil, who was now on the ground, twitching.

Roman panicked. He had to do something. Virgil was going to die, and it would be his fault…

“Turn him back, now!” he demanded. 

“What? Why?”

Roman stepped right up to the demon’s face, aware of the fact that the thing couldn’t kill him. His mind turned dark with anger. “Turn him human! Turn him back right now, or I swear I will make you wish you could die.”

Dorian met his gaze for a solid moment, before flicking his tongue and remarking,  “The game’s over anyway,” He slithered around Roman and blew on Virgil as he had earlier. Another flash of golden light warmed Roman’s skin and suddenly Virgil—in his normal, human body—appeared. 

Unfortunately, the wound had grown with him. The gash wasn’t deep or bleeding too badly, and Roman was thankful for that, but it was as wide as his palm in places and stretched from his left shoulder down to his opposite hip. 

The venom was the real concern. 

Roman rushed to Virgil’s side, grabbing his hand. 

“Hey! Hey, Virge. Buddy, can you hear me? Look at me. Right here, yeah, like that. Good job. Okay, I’m going to go get the antidote, alright? You have to hold on for me, okay? Don’t fall asleep.”

Virgil made a slow sound of acknowledgement, his eyelids drooping. Roman stood and rounded on Dorian, pointing a finger at the serpent’s snout. 

“You even breathe in his direction again and I’ll rip out your tongue and feed it to you myself,” he growled, then sprinted off in search of Silkweed. Roman had experienced the venom’s terrifying effects before. It slowly numbed your whole body, shutting down all of your muscles and nerves. It obviously hadn’t killed him, but he’d been able to deduce the final effects. It stopped your heart. Or something of a similar nature. 

It didn’t take Roman long to find the plant. That same familiar feeling entered his mind the second he’d gone to find it. Nestled between two large tree roots, he grabbed fistfuls of the soft, velvety leaves and ran back as fast as he could. 

He skidded to a stop at Virgil’s side, falling to his knees in the damp dirt. He was still breathing but only just. His eyes were closed and his skin had gone clammy. 

“Virgil! Virgil, no, come on. Wake up! You have to chew these! Virgil!” he cried, cupping his friend’s face in his hands. Frantically, he shoved a handful of the leaves into his own mouth and chewed them into a pulp. Roman spat the green mess into his hand, opened Virgil’s mouth, and pushed it inside. 

It was gross, sure, but if it saved Virgil’s life, he’d do it without hesitation. 

Everything was torturously silent. Nothing happened. 

Dorian slithered past, “I doubt this is the best time to bring such an issue up, but you have still yet to break your curse, little prince. I’d advise you to do so soon.”

“Shut up!”  Roman screamed at him. “This is  your fault! If he dies…”

“Yes, yes, I know, little prince.”  He slunk away into the darkness. “I know.”

Roman knew that the antidote took time to work. It had taken  hours  for himself to recover. He’d only survived because he’d stumbled into a good enough hiding spot before going completely numb. That’s where he’d found the Silkweed the first time. 

Desperately telling himself to be calm, Roman got up. He situated Virgil in a position that hopefully he was comfortable with, then set off to find where he’d thrown the amulet after ripping it free of his arm. 

It only took him a few seconds. 

He’d always been good at finding lost things. Ever since he’d been a kid. 

The string was broken, but Roman was able to tie it back together, and wrap it around his arm again. He wished it would help Virgil, but it only healed injuries that were inflicted while someone wore it, and then took it off. 

Without much else to do but wait, Roman sat with his back against a tree trunk and Virgil’s head in his lap. He ran his fingers through Virgil’s hair absently as he looked out at the forest.

It was soft. He must have showered not too long ago. 

Roman clasped his hand in Virgil’s, then tipped his head back against the tree, closing his eyes. 

And the crickets sang. 

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[gothfoxx]

I read this fic recently where after giving izuku his quirk, all might works him way to hard, forces him to hide his pain from others, and hurts him when he can't hide it. All the while, izuku thinks its normal, and that all might is just trying to help him. could you do a one shot where dadzawa finds out and goes all "you will never touch this child again" mode? please i need comfort after all the angst.

Anon if it’s the fic I’m thinking of...I understand, here’s some comfort and if I can fit it in some Dadzawa fluff🖤

Also I’m using this song as inspiration cause it fits the way Aizawa would be feeling during the whole thing

Also sorry for my sins, I wanted to make it DAD Dadzawa 🙏

All of the students were back with their families for golden week so Aizawa was taking his time to get back home from the meeting with Ally Cat and the other vigilantes. He was going across an alcove that held a hidden beach when he heard the sound of retching. Normally that wouldn’t be enough to draw him in, drunks weren’t worth the trouble if they weren’t causing problems, what did have him looking down into the alcove was the sob that followed. It was the sob of a child, a child he had thought was safely at home with their mother.

Midoriya Izuku was huddling into the back of the alcove, right up against the rock of the short cliff, shivering and dry heaving. He was covered in dark marks and smudges, his shirt was way too thin for the weather and his wasn’t wearing any shoes. In the dark his hair and the smudges looked black while his pale skin looked sickly in the moonlight. Aizawa’s instincts had him jumping down the cliff in an instant, that probably wasn’t the best idea because the small boy flinched and curled into himself like he expected a blow. From here Aizawa could smell iron along with the bile. Midoriya was bleeding.

“Midoriya?” No response, “Midoriya?” Still nothing. Aizawa sat down in front of the boy, minding the sick, and tried again, “Izuku?” The kid’s head snapped up at the use of his first name. “S-Sensei? Why are y-you he-here?” Midoriya asked with chattering teeth. Thanking kami that he was in civilian clothes Aizawa took off his coat and draped it over his student’s trembling shoulders. “Well kid I could ask you that same question, I’m a off duty underground hero. What’s your reason?” He gently reached out and tilted Midoriya’s head so the light hit him better, the kid had a black eye that was swollen shut and a busted lip. “Who did this to you?” His voice remained calm but the instincts that made him jump down here were yelling at him to take this kid and book it. There was a crunch in the sand behind him just as Midoriya’s eyes grew wide and he gasped out “All Might”.

The crunch turned out to be a stray dog that came up to sniff them, whimpering into Midoriya’s side while the boy took to slowly petting its head. It didn’t take an idiot to put together the clues, the kid had a quirk he couldn’t control, he seemed unused to praise, he and Yagi knew each other before class, the low self worth, the clear aftermath of a harsh beating, and the fear at being found by Yagi. Obviously Midoriya was being abused by his father, a man who claimed that the boy was not in fact his. Aizawa had looked into the kid, he knew the boy got his quirk late and he wasn’t a stranger to a father leaving because of a quirk. It was plausible that a dead-beat might come back once he thought his kid was worth something now. “Midoriya does your mother know where you are?” He hopes that she doesn’t, that she wasn’t letting this happen. The boy stiffens and the dog whimpers again trying to snuggle the kid. “N-no, she d-doesn’t n-n-know. She i-is out of town.” Midoriya’s answer rings with a hollow note. “Mid- Izuku, where are you stay while she’s out of town?” The gut feeling is eating at him now chanting a montra of ‘grab him and run, hide’ and he was so close to giving in.

Midoriya didn’t get a chance to answer because another crunch in the sand, this one much heavier announced the arrival of someone else. The dog stood in the kid’s lap and growled. The figure standing behind Aizawa was the skeletal form of Toshinori Yagi. It wasn’t the Yagi or All Might Aizawa was used to and annoyed by, this Yagi had looked less like death was at his door and more like he was the reaper coming to collect his bounty. “Midoriya you shouldn’t run off like that, look you’ve worried this poor man and his dog. Come along we need to go back to the agency.” And if Aizawa hadn’t grown up hearing the same tone of fake concern from his mother or afterwards when dealing with domestic abuse cases he might have fallen for it. Standing up to his full height and letting all the protective rage and childhood fear fuel the fire behind his glare Aizawa growled out, “he isn’t going back with you. He’s never going with you anywhere again! I don’t care if he is your kid or not Yagi, you are never laying a hand on him or going near him again! I’ll make sure of it!” All Might blinks in shock then recognition, “Hello Aizawa, didn’t take you as a dog person. Now why can’t I take my charge back with me? He’s my responsibility.” The titan asked, the threat in Aizawa’s words either not taken seriously or not understood. “Because Yagi, he was scared to death that it was you when I found him. He’s terrified and covered in injuries and blood. You are not getting him back ever.” The anger and panic in his gut turned from a hot feverish wild fire to a freezing acidic poison that laced his every word. He would fight the world’s number one, the devil himself, to protect Izuku.

After a great time of staring each other down All Might yields and takes a step back. “Fine, keep him, but I’ll always be there. He can’t escape his destiny and we’ll always be connected.” He states the last bit towards the boy still cowering behind the dog. The dog growls again and lowers into a fighting stance. “His destiny is his to decide. Being his father doesn’t automatically his dad, it doesn’t make you connected. Don’t ever think it does.” Aizawa declares with the wisdom of someone who had to find that knowledge firsthand. All Might scofts and walks away a dismissive wave of his hand.

Aizawa stands there for a long while making sure the skeletal was really gone before he turns back to the two behind him. Izuku is staring with his one good eye like the world had just flipped upside down. As gently as he can muster Aizawa starts talking to Izuku “Hey kid, it’s going to be okay. I know it might not make sense now but you’re safe now, what was happening with you and him was not how anyone should treat you. I won’t let him make you think it’s okay just because you share dna. I won’t let him hurt you again, you’re safe.” The kid still looks so lost but he nods, it looks like it causes him pain though.

“Okay first thing first, medical care.” The boy opens his mouth to argue, “Kid you look worse than I did at USJ please don’t try to fight me on this.” Aizawa pleads as he pulls out his phone and calls Ally Cat, they should still be awake and they have a car. The conversation is short and to the point, Cat will be picking them up with a change of clothes and some flip-flops for the kid and a leash for the stray. “Thanks for doing this Cat, I know it’s short notice.” “All emergencies are short notice Eraser, I got your back.” “See you soon” “you know it” And with that everything is set into motion, slowly but in motion non the less. He looks back at Izuku after he hangs up, the kid is dozing off with his hands in the dog’s fur. If it wasn’t for the injuries and time of night Aizawa could pretend that they were just at the beach for the peaceful silence. He figured he could take them to a different beach, make better memories, once the kid wasn’t beat to hell and back. “Huh, guess I have a kid and dog now. Mic and everyone aren’t going to let me live this down.” He muses just as a black mini-van pulls to the side of the road above them. “Cat must have been worried” he huffs as he carefully scoops up Izuku and heads around the side of the aclove and up to the road, dog loyaly following.

Izuku had three cracked ribs, neck and shoulder injuries like that of a retired boxer, and a fractured cheek bone. The doctor was suspicious of the duo when they came into the hospital but after Aizawa showed him his hero ID and explained it as an abuse case the worried anger faded. Aizawa didn’t blame the man for thinking the worst. As they waited for more tests to come back and the boy to wake up from the use of a healing quirk Aizawa called Nezu to inform him about what had happened and they made plans to have Yagi removed from the school quickly & quietly. After that the kid was still sleeping and the doctors saw he wouldn’t be waking for a least another hour or two so Aizawa texted Cat about the dog.

E: is it chipped

A: nope

E: can your friends have it checked over and chipped today?

A: sure but it’s not an it she’s a lovely shiba mix

E: ok thanks

A: anytime, you adopting just the dog or?

E: he has a mom

A: :/ you know what I mean

E: yeah I do and yeah

A: cool! I get to be the cool auncle! Dibs!

E: why are all my friends like this?

A: cause you like the affection:p

E: no you

He ignores the next text because Izuku wakes up. The kid looks lost again, just rotating his arm with the iv in it and mumbling to himself. “Hey champ, you fell asleep before we got you here.” Aizawa explains slowly because the pain meds might be messing with the kid’s head. The kid just looks up at him with pinched eyebrows and confusion,”we?” His voice is so small and dry, Aizawa grabs a cup and fills it up from the sink in the room they are in. “Yeah my friend drove us here. They took the dog to a vet to get checked over too.” He elaborates as Izuku drinks the water. “If you want to we can keep her, the dog I mean, she isn’t chipped and my friend thought you might want to keep her.” He asks a bit unsure of how to address what happened without causing the kid more stress. “But the dorms don’t allow pets if it’s not for a quirk or medical reasons.” The kid says sadly. And that wasn’t going to stand on Aizawa’s watch, he claimed this kid and he was going to be the best guardian he could be. “She doesn’t have to stay at the dorms, she can live at home.” He assures the kid.

But now the kid is tearing up and the man did not know what he did wrong or how to set things right. “I don’t have anywhere else to take her, mom got caught in a villain attack at work. The whole building came down. Yagi-Sensei had been letting me stay at this agency.” And just fuck, Aizawa hadn’t been told Ms Midoriya had passed and he had a feeling non of the other staff did either. “Izuku, you don’t have to ever go back with him but you can’t not have a home. After tonight I think Yagi will sign his parental rights over to me but only if you are okay with it. If not then we can figure out something else or make you a ward like Er-“ He stops mid sentence as Izuku hugs him, burying his bandaged cheeks into Aizawa’s neck. All The man can do as the kid clings to him is cling back, he had no idea when the last time an adult showed this kid love so he held the boy close. “He- he’s not my d-dad Aizawa-Sensei, my dad g-g-gave me up years ago. Yagi-Sensei du-doesn’t have p-parental rights.” The kid admits as he sobs, his voice just barely above a whisper. “I didn’t want to be alone.” Izuku confesses, breaking the heart of the man holding him.

When doctors give them the okay and Izuku has gotten himself back together enough to put on the clothes Cat had brought Aizawa has Cat take them to His apartment near U.A. the shiba is waiting in the back of the van with a shiny red leather collar. Izuku and the dog fall asleep quickly. “So Sho, this mean you’re gonna petition for custody?” Cat asks as they drive, careful to not to wake the kid with the sudden sound. “Don’t have to, circumstances have changed. I’ll just have to file for adoption.” He sighs, he knows they won’t pry into it while everything is still happening so he feels safe enough to let them know. “Cool, just remember I called dibs on being the cool auncle. I’m spoiling him and that sweet pup.” They remind the tired man as he spots the apartment building up ahead. “You’ll have to fight Mic but I think being spoiled by both of you idiots will be good for him.” He laughs softly as he pictures the gift war that’s bound to happen now. “Don’t worry Mr Dad, I think you’ll spoil him enough before we can. You gave him a dog and he’s not even your kitten yet.” They tease.

It’s been three weeks and Izuku settles into his new bedroom with his new dog, Kēki, the room is kind of baren but he didn’t have a lot to decorate with yet. He’d thrown out or given away most of his hero merchandise, only keeping a few things his mom gave him. He was looking forward to the next week, Shota had told him that the papers were in and that by that time they would approve the adoption. Soon Izuku would be Midoriya-Aizawa Izuku, he wouldn’t have thought he’d like living with his teacher but the man gave off the same soft caring aura Izuku’s mom had...just in a quiet way. While the man wasn’t very physically affectionate he did listen when Izuku needed him, he asked questions about Izuku’s interests and goals and just overall made the kid feel like he mattered.

Izuku loves his dad, he hadn’t really known his birth dad so it was easy to give that title to the man that had taken him in so readily. Life was looking up, All might had been let go from U.A. and wasn’t allowed to teach ever again. Grand Torino had reached out in condolences when he heard that his non-grandson had lost his mother, the old man offered to watch him if the situation ever occurred. So now Izuku had a dad, most of the staff of his school as aunts and uncles, some odd vigilante that called themself his ‘auncle’, Kēki, and a grandpa! He still missed his mom but his dad had sent him to therapy to work through what All Might had put him through and Izuku had discovered he had some deeper issues of self worth and expecting abuse from those around him. So things were steadily getting better, not noticeably but he was just starting.

“Izuku! Kēki! I brought home dinner!” Shota called as he locked the door back. An exicited kid and dog bound into the front room looking so happy that Shota had to blink away from their brightness. “Come one lets eat while it’s still hot.” He laughs as he carries the bags of take out to the coffee table by the couch. As they dig in a feeling of rightness surrounds them. “Thanks dad.” “No problem Champ”

Kēki is a shiba mix with an all brown coat with a white tail that makes her look like chocolate cake with a dollop of white frosting this the name cake. Ally Cat wasn’t meant for more than just a throw away line but then they needed a car so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ hope you liked it anon

#foxx writes #bnha #midoriya izuku #dadzawa #aizawa shouta #mha #aizawa izuku #izuku gets adopted #izuku gets a dog #bad person All Might #Ally Cat is an oc #i wasnt going to have them in this but then keki showed up and they needed a car #anon ask

[stanbillyhargrove]

Demons pt 22

Billy Hargrove x Reader (Cat)

T/W: Self Harm (Cat), Abuse, Eating Disorder   Cat has a lot of issues

BIG WARNING: SEXUAL ASSAULT, DRUGS, SUICIDE

This will be a multi chapter series with fluff, smut, angst, all the things

Billy's POV

Steve didn't bring up Neil again, or at least he didn't force the conversation but I noticed him eyeing me whenever we were around each other. Checking for new marks. When I did have new bruises, Steve would give me a knowing look and join me for a smoke. Sometimes we would just sit in silence, sometimes we talked about Cat, sometimes I'd vent about Neil, about wanting to get the fuck out of Hawkins. It was kind of nice, having another person in my corner.

Cat lasted a few more weeks with Steve and I trying our hardest to never leave her alone. She tried as best as she could to put on a happy front and pretend everything was okay. Max hung around her a lot, keeping that little spark of hope alive. We tried splitting up the nights with her so only one of us would be with Cat every night in hope that the other would be able to relax but both Steve and I had been restless on our nights off so we both ended up spending every night at Cat's. The three of us would pass out sprawled against one another on the couch or Steve would take the couch while Cat and I slept in her room. There were a few times where Steve would drift off behind Cat, holding her so gently, and I would have to leave. I'd go outside to smoke and push down the spark of jealousy in my chest that set me on edge. But I found myself thinking of Steve almost like a brother-a brother brought to me by shared trauma but still a brother-and I knew he loved Cat. Differently than I love her but still, I had to let them have that, let her have all the good in her life that she could.

We drove her to and from school and spent every possible second with her. But it had been exhausting, draining and we were starting to feel run down. Steve had been having a hard time staying awake during class, during basketball practice he had no energy and had been benched the past few days. I knew I was hitting that point of exhaustion too, my brain felt foggy and I was having a hard time focusing on anything.

So on a Friday, when she told us she was okay if we went home for a while we didn't think to fight it.

"You need some sleep, you're exhausted. I'll be okay," she assured.

We knew better, knew that she hadn't been getting better but we were so tired. Tired of not being able to sleep cause we were afraid Cat wouldn't make it to morning, tired of the stress and the pain. So we nodded and agreed to come over later.

"Just need a quick nap," I yawned.

Cat smiled at me and patted my cheek, "of course, B."

Cat gave Steve a quick smile, "love you, Stevie," and squeezed his shoulder before getting in the front seat of the Camaro.

I dropped her off at her house and squeezed her hand, "I can stay, if you need. Your mom's not here, you'll be alone."

Cat smiled, squeezed my hand lightly, "get some sleep, I'm just going to study. Love you, B."

Exhausted, I drove home and fell asleep as soon as I hit the bed.

I didn't wake up until Max came and gently shook me, "Billy. Dinner is almost ready, Neil's gunna be home soon."

I jolted up, cursing and followed Max into the kitchen to wait. My leg shook with nervous energy throughout the entire dinner.

I didn't get a chance to call anyone until a while after dinner, when I did finally I called Cat's house first, praying that Steve would answer the phone. He didn't. Nobody did, it just kept ringing and ringing. Panic settled like a hot coal in my gut as I tried calling Steve's house.

"Ello?" He groaned into the phone.

"Harrington! Why are you at home?" I growled.

"Sleeping," Steve mumbled, "why are you home?"

"Fuck, Steve. Has she been alone this whole time? Nobody's answering her phone!"

"Yeah?" Steve finally woke up, and panicked, "oh fuck. I'll leave now."

"Meet you there," I huffed, slamming the phone down.

When I pulled up to the house, Steve was already there and was scrambling to get out of his car. We hurried up to the door and let ourselves into the dark, quiet house.

My heart was threatening to pound out of my chest and Steve was forcing himself to take extra long breaths, like he was fighting off the panic, as we walked in.

"Cat?" I called, my voice ringing through the house.

When there was no answer we went to check in her room, but there was only an empty bed. Steve was panicking, shaking like a fucking leaf and cursing under his breath. I swallowed past the lump in my throat and pushed forward to the bathroom. I nudged the door open slowly with one hand and felt my knees give out when I looked inside. Cause while Steve had dealt with this before, had lived through this before, I wasn't prepared for this. Suddenly I was thrown into a memory of the first time Neil gave me a bloody nose when I was young and I couldn't stop staring at the blood running down my face. While I sunk to the ground, Steve leaped over me, a string of curses spilling from his lips.

"Fuck, fucking call someone! Jesus," Steve ordered, hands shaking as he whipped around to grab towels.

I didn't hear him, couldn't hear him past the sound of my own blood rushing in my ears. I felt like my lungs had filled with cement and I couldn't gulp in enough air to fill them anymore.

Steve looked at me and scrambled over to grab at my arms, "jesus, Hargrove. Fucking, get over here," he pulled me across the floor and wrapped my hands around Cat's arms, "squeeze tight. Don't let go."

"But...you..last time.."

"This is worse, we need help. Don't let go."

My jaw worked with words that wouldn't find their way past my tongue as Steve released me to run out of the room.

Worse? I couldn't imagine how there could be a better or worse to this.

"Hello? I need an ambulance," Steve's panicked voice echoed through the house, "my friend, she slit her wrists..."

I stopped listening, my only focus the metallic tang that hung thick in the air, coating the inside of my nose until I felt nauseous and the damp spot growing in the knees of my jeans.

"Cat?" I croaked, "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry Baby. Please, please come back, just look at me, okay? Please? Just open your eyes, Baby," I begged, trying to keep an iron grip on her arms but wanting so desperately to shake her until she woke up.

Steve came hurrying back into the bathroom, a red mark smeared across his cheek where he'd wiped at his face, "they'll be here soon."

He crowded beside me and grabbed at Cat's face, leaving a matching smear, "hey, come on. Wake up, we're here. We got you, okay? You gotta stay with us."

She didn't move when Steve shook her, and she was so pale. It crossed my mind that maybe we were too late.

My eyes burned as tears spilled down my cheeks, my arms shook and my knuckles were turning stark white against the towels.

"Steve," I choked, "I.. I don't, what...why..?"

Steve chewed his lip, worried at it so much I thought he'd break skin, "fuck. I don't know, I don't know what to do. We just gotta try to keep her from bleeding out until the ambulance gets here," he tried to shake her again and got no response, "mother fucker! Come on, asshole! Open your fucking eyes!"

My jaw ticked as anger spiked in my chest, "maybe don't swear at her, prick!"

Steve whipped his head around to glare at me through dewy eyes, "really? You think me swearing is going to make this any worse?"

"I don't know, Steve! Is it going to make it any fucking better?" I spat.

Steve opened his mouth to start yelling at me when he heard sirens coming closer and instead stood up with a huff, "stay here."

"The fuck else do you think I'm gunna go?" I growled under my breath as he left.

"Please," I pleaded, barely keeping myself from sobbing, "please, Cat. You can't..you can't fucking leave me like this. You just need to hold on, okay? Just stay with me, please."

I didn't have to wait long before Steve hurried back with a couple paramedics holding a stretcher. They crowded into the bathroom, one man gently moving me out of the way to grab at Cat, fingers moving everywhere to test for a pulse and lift her eyelids.

Steve and I could only hear snippets of what they were saying to each other.

"Unconcious...non responsive....we're gonna need an IV...I've got a heartbeat, barely."

They moved to lift her onto the stretcher and hurried back out to the ambulance with Steve and I following behind.

I went to climb into the ambulance and was stopped by a hand on my arm and a stern but soothing man's voice, "I'm sorry, immediate family only in the ambulance. You guys will have to follow us, call her parents if you can."

I looked at the man's stupid freckled face, his stupid kind eyes and had to stop myself from tackling the man to the ground.

"Are you fucking kidding me? Do you see parents? We're all she has! We have to go with her! I need to know she's okay!" I shouted.

"Sir! You need to calm down," the man replied sternly, "can't let you in. Rules."

Steve grabbed my bicep and pulled gently, "Billy, let them go. They need to go," he urged.

I tensed, my face going stoney and backed away from the ambulance doors as Steve pulled at me with a shaking hand.

Steve was shaking violently as the ambulance drove away, sirens blaring. He never let go of my arm, he held tight like he thought I might bolt or he might collapse if he were to let go.

When the ambulance was out of sight, I turned and pulled my keys out of my pocket, "let's go."

Steve shook his head, "no, I need to, we gotta..we can't leave that mess."

I glared at him, I didn't want to have to face that again, but followed Steve inside anyway. I followed Steve back to the bathroom where he dutifully handed me a couple towels and started filling the tub with hot water. We started wiping up the blood silently, neither of us ready to break the silence as we turned the bath water red from rinsing out the towels. It was eery, seeing the outline of where Cat had been slumped on the floor, clean and empty against the pool of dark red. I stuck my hand in the middle of the clean spot and felt my chin begin to waver. It was too much, seeing the blood pooled on the floor and sprayed up onto the cabinet, the smeared handprint on the edge of the tub next to shining metal.

"Harrington," I choked out.

He looked up at me with big, glassy eyes, there was a steady stream running down his cheeks that he hadn't bothered to wipe away. With a huff I threw down the towel I had been cleaning with and stalked out of the house into the front yard. I fumbled to pull a cigarette out of my jacket and light it, my hands shaking and leaving red prints everywhere. Steve didn't follow me, I was by myself with the weight of the world on my chest.

What am I gunna do if she...?

If she's gone...forever?

I smoked through my last three cigarettes quickly, relishing in the acrid burn of my lungs until I went to grab another and found my pack empty. I screamed out a curse and threw the empty carton across the lawn and collapsed to the ground, holding my head in my hands and sobbing violently.

I should've fucking been here, she shouldn't have been alone. Being tired isn't that bad.

But I wasn't here, nobody was. And Cat was alone.

I sat there, wallowing in my anger and despair until my chest stopped heaving and my breath started to come normally again.

Briefly, I wondered if she left a note, something explaining why I wasn't enough. I set my jaw, wiped at my cheeks and slowly got back to my feet to go back inside. I could hear Steve's heart wrenching sobs as soon as I walked inside and followed them to find him curled up on the floor in Cat's room, his head buried in his bloody knees. I gently knelt down next to him, twisting my fingers together in my lap.

"Don't got any cigarettes to offer you," I muttered, my voice scratchy and rough.

Steve sniffed and took a shuddering breath, "she didn't leave anything, no explanation. I tried so fucking hard."

"I know," I placed a hand on his back gently, "I know you did. We did all we could, Steve."

"We should go.." he whispered.

"Yeah, okay," I agreed, standing back up and extending a hand to him.

He puffed out another long breath before taking my hand to pull himself off the floor. Before I could think, Steve had collapsed into my shoulder, his arms gripping at my back in a crushing embrace as he choked out another sob.

"I should have been here, we shouldn't have left her alone. This is my fucking fault," he cried.

I wrapped my arms around his shoulders firmly and grit my teeth before trying to talk past the knot in my throat, "Steve. Come on, it's not your fault."

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Not as Bad as i thought | Matsukawa Issei x reader

Okay so i've been thinking about this scenario for a WHILE now and im,,,,,not mad at how it turned out ? Lmao y'all see for yourselves

- songs :  • savage remix by Megan Thee Stallion feat Beyonce

                 • kimi no nawa theme song

- weather association au : dusk (i dont even know if that's seen as a weather but oh well-)

[Tags] : @raevaioli asked sooooo👀 @haikoo

- you weren't really sure how long you've been walking for

- you tried to recall the events from today with much difficulty as you strolled on the sideway at 4pm, still in school uniform but much messier than when you first got out of the house this morning, backpack lazily thrown over your left shoulder

- "and there goes a perfectly good weekend" you sighed, not talking to anyone in particular but yourself or maybe the occasional stray cat

- your house wasn't even close to the way you were going and you couldn't care less

- your phone had data anyway you could just search your way back in google maps (｀ε´)

- plus it's not like you walked across the whole country and you already called your mom to make up some excuse

- "we'll talk when you get back." She had told you over the phone , you were pretty sure that the school had informed her of what happened

- thinking about it made you sick to your stomach so you opted on just focusing on how much of an anime MC vibe you were giving off right now instead !!!

- i mean, basically running away after school to go on unplanned walks with a messy uniform while listening to the new savage remix by Megan and Beyonce ???? Pretty badass ngl (◡︿◡✿)

- if only your balance wasn't -2/10 then maybe you could even skateboard and act like you were in an indie movie

- but back to the matter at hand

- the anger swelled up inside you as you started to think over what had happened

- you were in the midst of a chemistry class and you had been paired up with none other than your toxic ex who made you feel like crap for the most random stuff

- you were literally just vibing trying to adjust the microscope and he just HAD to shove you out of the way because, allegedly, you "didn't know how to do it", causing you to back into another girl's test tubes and bunsen burner !!!

- WORSE IS THAT THAT GIRL STARTED YELLING AT YOU FOR RUINING HER WORK !!!! like damn it's not your fault

- luckily the teacher was kind enough to aknowledge your apology and scold the girl for yelling but still !!! You were angry !! (⋋▂⋌)

- so angry that you may....have started crying in class just cause beating the living hell out of your ex was just not something you could do and not get at least detention for-

- the embarassment of it all had caused you to storm out of the school at the first chance you had, not wanting to murder your ex or anybody else if they made any comments

- you were taken out of your internal turmoil in the middle of the sidewalk by the smell of the sea and well,,,,,the sight that was literally right in front of you

- not to be sappy or basic or anything but a good sunset never failed to make your heart go doki doki from the pretty colors(●´ω｀●)

- you didn't even notice time passing or the sky painting itself like that

- weird huh

- what a world we live in

- anyway you truly felt like things were meant to be at the moment you set foot on the soft sand (you'd have taken of your shoes if it wasn't for your socks preventing you from it)

- in this moment of awe you stuffed your phone and earbuds in your bag and made a run for the water !!!! Excited to see the cute riples of foam closer !!!

- and then you fell.

- FACE FIRST IN THE SAND BABY

- and you would have been fine if it wasnt for the loud sound of someone SNORTING AND CACKLING BEHIND YOU LIKE ?????

- FIRST OF ALL YOU THOUGHT YOU WERE ALONE ????

- AND WHO TF DARED ???

- THE GUY DIDNT EVEN HELP YOU HE JUST CAME UP TO YOU AND LET OUT A

- "Damn ive never seen anyone so eager to bite the dust !" And then laughed again !!

- ●︿●

- thats where it dawned upon you that this guy was one of the third years from your school's male volleyballl team !!!! If you remember correctly his name was Matsukawa Issei but did it really matter ???

- it was someone from school who was laughing at you ???? You Y/N L/N

- the embarassment came crashing onto you like the waves on the shore and in a second you were sobbing

 - the hot tears were rolling down your cheeks at high speed and you swore you heard Mattsun gulp when be realised what was going on

- "w-wait sorry...i didn't mean to make you cry" he didn't really know what to do so his hands were just hanging in the air as he knelt down in front of you

- ⋋_⋌ you mustered up the energy to glare at him thru your glossy eyes but really it looked as intimidating as a hamster- haha what no, the middle blocker's heart totally did NOT skip a beat with the pouty hamster + sunset color palette combination !!!! Not that you'd notice anyway

- instead of kneeling there awkwardly he opted for picking up your backpack before sitting next to you, putting his knees up to his chest and staring at anywhere but your very embarassed self

- "i really mean it you know ? Sorry for making you cry..." MATSUKAWA ISSEI STOP BEING A SIMP FOR SOMEONE YOU JUST MET CHALLENGE YOUR SUN PISCES IS SHOWING KING

- "its not entirely your fault...." you managed to say between hiccups, "ive kinda had like....a really really bad day"

- ".....i see" i sEe HeAdAsS you should have thought about it before laughing at Y/N like that !!!

- after that you didn't really know what to do

- i mean yeah grabbing your bag, flipping him off and then going back home sounded like a tight plan but at the same time,,,,,the sound of the waves was calming and the sun was pretty   (●´ω｀●)

- and little did you know that as you were too focused looking absolutly enamored with the sun itself Mattsun was looking at you trying to think about how the hell he was going to keep the conversation and the vibes going when you're just sitting there looking like THAT

- it was like that one scene in Kimi no Nawa when Taki and Mitsuba see each other for the first time sodjdisnakaka

- except that he was the only one staring but that didn't really phase him

- "you know-" ah here it comes

- he started talking so he'd have to go thru with it until the end

- he weirdly enough did NOT want you to turn to look at him because he knew that if you did the words would get caught up in his throat and- oh no you did

- oop the sand looks very interesting all of a sudden wow :0

- "you know when i have a bad day i usually come to sit here and watch the sunset"

- "okay and ?"

- GOSH Y/N LET HIM SPEAK PLEASE HE'S HAVING A HARD TIME

- "and it feels nice....like today for example, i just lost a volleyball match against some other school, Karasu-whatever you probably don't care but....after living such a hard loss it feels nice to look at the sky painted in all these colors you know ? Plus you don't have to talk so it's great it's as if you were on top of the world-"

- he was cut off by the sound of your laugh

- "ARE YOU MAKING FUN OF ME ???"

- as you struggled to catch your breath you looked at him and smiled

- "you know you're not as bad as i thought !"

- huh

- you were definitely something :\

- spiking the ball right thru Matsukawa's chest and straight to his heart

- "My name's Y/N L/N im a 2nd year ! also don't worry i wasn't making fun of you at all i just can't believe that you exposed your simp card so proudly to someone you BARELY know"

- "well i felt bad because-"

- "it's cute (▰˘◡˘▰)"

- OH.

- MY MANZ WAS AT A LOSS OF WORD

- WHO WOULD HAVE THOUGHT MAKING FUN OF A GIRL FALLING WAS ALL IT TOOK TO MAKE HIS DAY A 100 TIMES BETTER

- HE WOULD HAVE TO TELL MAKKI ABOUT THIS ASAP

- you snapped him out of his daze by pointing out that your mom would be worried if you walked alone to your house at night

- "sooooo is it my cue to walk you home ?" smooth recovery from him, you must admit

- "should we get boba on the way ?" You said standing up and dusting your shirt

- "you bet."

#IM STILL ANXIOUS AS HELL #sleep deprivation has me thriving #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu!! #mattsun #matsukawa x reader