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raindrops666 · 6 months

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BATIM the ink demons finds a toddler girl and adopts her.

Made for my friend Pudim, but others can read too <3

Warnings: bio neglectful parents

You are like me...

Your so called father takes you to a park. he doesn't care whether you have fun or not, he just wants you to leave him alone for a moment.

He scrolls on his phone and you wander off, after walking for a while you find yourself lost, and your father nowhere to be seen, being a toddler your instant reaction is to break down crying. After long hours of loud sobbing it begins to rain and you try to find shelter.

You see a house? You assume so at least. Walking into the place the door closes behind you.

You take a look around, ink, ink, and more ink drenching the floors and walls.

You walk around and see a cardboard cutout, you can't read but you see a friendly looking character and laugh a little.

You speak to the cardboard cutout.

"Hi! My name is Pudim! Who are you? " you speak in a friendly manner as if not knowing it is not alive.

After hopeless attempts to speak with it you continue to explore the place, your toddler curiosity having a hold of you.

Hearing terrifying roars makes you cry, as a kid you have no understanding of hiding so you plop on the ground and begin sobbing, "mama! Wahhh". Your soft baby sobs fill the place. The roars and footsteps get closer until you see a tall being with a big smile, covered in ink, it has hooves for feet as sharp claws. This sight alone makes you sob louder.

That is when the monster stops smiling and lowers his claws. *A baby?* He thinks. He had never seen one in real life, she was small, and dressed in pink overalls and a colorful sweater, she had her hair in two pigtails and tears streaming down her face.

This sight made the demon's heart melt. She cried, that made her imperfect, she was helpless, she was like him...

He was imprisoned by Joey and he was just as imperfect and helpless.

The demon walks to the kid and picks her up, he holds her in his arms and lulls her, he knows only one lullaby and it is because the workers used to listen to it on the radio.

"you are my sunshine, my only sunshine" he sang, voice rather hoarse but it still calmed the little girl.

This was the first time anyone had lulled her and rocked her in their arms.

She stared at the demon in amazement then laughed.

Now it was the demons turn to be amazed. Someone liked him, someone smiled at him...

The demon shed a single inky tear and smiled then continued singing, holding the girl in his hand.

He walked back to the darkness the girl in his arms.

She was his daughter now, and he would protect her with his life.

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I hope you like it hunny.

@pudimbot

#batim #ink demon #bendy and the ink machine #bendy the dancing demon #bendy and the dark revival #batim bendy #bendy and boris in the inky mystery #bendy x reader #ink demon x reader #fatherly love #toddler reader

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hotstreak2k3 · 10 months

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Instead of "Now it is up to you", in Japanese, Rauru says something that is more different: "Please take care of that girl (Zelda)". It shows Rauru’s fatherly care for her.

#japanese translation #totk rauru #Rauru #link #totk link #zelda #legend of zelda #the legend of korra #tears of the kingdom #tears of the kindom spoilers #totk spoilers #fatherly love #nintendo #nintendo switch #nintendo zelda #king rauru #loz link

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rabbitbakery · 4 months

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Picking up the pieces (Erasermic with a depressed daughter reader)

OK SO- like I got this silly idea and wanted to write it. It’s daddy issues center over here 😎. Shota and Hizashi are your adoptive parents, and your 13 in this

(WARNINGS: implied neglect, HEAVY s/h (I used to go through that too, trust me there are better ways to handle your emotions. Everyone’s here for you. Helpline: Crisis Text Linehttps://www.crisistextline.org › help...FREE Help for Self-Harm | Text CONNECT to 741741), just depression in general)

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You don’t know….what’s wrong with you. All your life you’ve been used to being ignored, verbally harassed, bullied, really anything that comes with being quirkless. You avoided people, staying to yourself and your sketchbook, drawing silly cartoons to make yourself feel better. Fortunately for you, your school finally took notice of just how depressed you were, and did a welfare check on your home, one step inside caused your parents to lose custody IMMEDIATELY. You were placed with two of your favorite hero’s as your foster parents, Present Mic, and Eraserhead. You thought they were so cool! Mic’s radio show was your favorite thing to listen to while you drew, and Eraserhead quirk was so cool! You’ve tried to draw it a few times, you think you did ok, but you definitely need to work on shading. You adored living with them, you actually got to eat three meals a day, you had a house with lights, and running water. But….you still… struggled. You hadn’t quite quit self harming, it was just….hard. You just felt no motivation to, I mean who would care if some worthless quirkless girl like you was hurting right? You stayed in your room a lot, drawing and listening to music, you just aren’t…mentally energized to be social with your new parents most of the time. What you were currently doing was just that, drawing and listening to music with a warm blanket over you.

He understood wanting to be alone, hell Aizawa could hardly be social with his husband on bad days. But….you were wayyy more secluded than he is. He’s hoping he’s doing this whole parenting thing right, and that you weren’t avoiding them. He was doing little tasks around the house, dishes, dusting, in general just making it look tidy. His fluffy Persian cat was following his every move, tripping him at any chance she could find. Finally he got to laundry, he grabbed him and Hizashi’s clothing first and threw it in before heading you your room, his little girl. He can’t count how many times you’ve insisted that you could handle your own chores, and that he didn’t need to do your laundry for you. He really wishes you’d let him take care of you, but it was cute to watch you stammer and insist only for him to do it anyway. He gently knocked, hearing stuff shuffling around before he hears your soft little voice go

“Come in!”

“Hey kiddo, it’s laundry day.” He went over to your hamper, and of course just on cue you go.

“Oh don’t worry about it Mr. Aizawa I can get it.” You hadn’t quite warmed up to calling them dad yet, which was ok, he would give you all the time in the world, hell he’d give you the world if he could.

“No no kid we’ve talked about this, let me take care of you. It’s my job.” His large hand ruffled your hair, causing your hands to shoot up and playfully swat him away. That’s when he saw it….your sleeve slipped down a bit, letting him see all he needed to see.

“…kid what’s…what’s all this?” You felt your stomach drop, his large calloused hand gently pulled your sleeve down revealing the many slashes and gashes on your arm…..fuck.

“….i-“ you don’t…know what to say. Fuck you don’t know what to say! What do you do?! Fuck please don’t start crying, or begging you to “stop for him!”! No no no- you don’t think you can handle him being disappointed in you, or giving you a look of pity, you hate that!

“….oh kid…come here..” his voice was softer then usual, way softer. He gently scooped you up, way easy for him since he was a pro hero. You’re then carried to the bathroom, gently sat down on the ledge of the tub, he starts shifting through the little Medkit they had.

“….sorry…” your voice is weak and wobbly, shit your on the verge of tears. You can’t cry- not now.

“For?” He sounds….fatherly….your not used to this…..it was nice…

“….you know what for….” He sighs, damnit if he ever got his hands on your biological parents he would just-

“Kid…this isn’t….something you should be sorry for, hell it’s not even your fault. You know I’m not…mad right? Or disappointed, or any of that. I’m worried. It’s my job to worry.” He grabbed the hydrogen peroxide out of the tiny box, gently grabbing your arm and saying, “this is going to sting a bit, be ready.”. It does in fact sting quite a bit. As he dabbled your arm dry with a cotton ball, he hears the front door open and his husbands loud ass voice.

“IM HOOOOME!!!” He sounds just as cheery as always. Shit- no no no he can’t know to- you can’t handle this!-

“Hey, kid calm down, it’s ok.” Shota says, rubbing your back. You had started hyperventilating you guess. Hizashi comes to where he heard his husbands voice.

“Hello my lovely hus-“ he stops talking when he sees you and….your arm. His demeanor changes from happy to worried in a millisecond.

“Wh- what happened?” Fuck he sounded so worried and sad, no no no-

“Hizashi can you wait for me in the bedroom, I’ll explain after I’m done patching her up.” He gives an uncharacteristic quiet nod and walks off.

“Ok kid, I’m going to wrap this up and get you some tea, ok? Then I need you to talk to us, I want to know what’s wrong.” And he does so. He wraps up your injuries and leads you to the kitchen, making you a warm cup of sweet peppermint tea. He sits you down on the dining room table, and goes or his room. The home is quiet for a bit before you hear your parents walk back to the dining room, Aizawa and Hizashi sitting on ether side of you.

“Ok little listener, talk to us.” Hizashi’s voice is calm, but fatherly, his right hand gently grabs your own.

“I….don’t really…know how to….” You don’t know what to say. You don’t know how to say it.

“Ok, do you know…why you’re doing…that?” His hold on your hand gets a little firmer, his thumb tracing your palm.

“Um….well….you guys read my um…file…right..?” Whenever they started fostering you, they were required to read your file, of which stating why you were taken from your parents. It’s just a precaution so if you had ptsd, they would be prepared to handle it.

“Yes kid, we read it.” Aizawa says, tone soft and caring.

“Well…um..I would do…this…there. And now that I’m…here I don’t really know…”

“How to stop?” Hizashi finished your sentence for you, seeing as you’re barely able to keep yourself from breaking down and crying. You nod, wiping your face with your sleeve.

“Oh little listener…come here.” Hizashi pulls you into a hug, Shota joining.

“Sorry dad…” you mumble, oh they hate that the first time you’ve called them that was under this circumstance.

“Shhhhh, shhh kid it’s ok, it’s not your fault. We’re going to get you some therapy, ok? It’s ok.” Shota kissed the top of your hair. The rest of the night is spent cuddling with your two fathers in the living room, watching trashy tv and making fun of it.

“I mean, sure it’s your wedding but damn you could’ve picked something nicer!” You guys were watching some weird off brand pick that dress show, Hizashi and Shota making fun of all the ugly dresses relentlessly, you weren’t focused on it too much, you were sleepy. Eventually you nod off in your father, Shota’s arms, Hizashi laying on you like a weird sandwich cuddle pile. This was…nice…..you could get used to this….

hope y’all liked this ☺️💅

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ohtheylovetolietoyou · 6 months

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the saddest part to me was that what i always wanted was a dad who would love me as i was—somebody who would say, “i just love you. you could do anything right now. i’d still love you with unconditional love.”— Britney Spears, The Woman In Me

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will-isonpills420 · 5 months

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JOHN PRICE + MALE READER

WARNINGS: slight mentions of nightmares, slight mention of dead parents, none other than that idk

Summary: You have a nightmare and go to your captains room, who you may or may not equate to your late father. Its just a little drabble I got the idea for. Not proofread

Quiet footsteps echo through the halls as you walk, socked feet muffling the sound as you hold your baby blanket close.

Sure you were a grown man in the military, but you'd had it since birth and it was one of the only things that brought you comfort and that you had left from your mom and dad.

You find yourself in front of a familiar door; Price's room.

You knock once, then twice, and when there's no answer you slip inside quietly.

The captain is sleeping like a log, soft snores coming from him, blanket wrapped around his waist and showing off his bare back. He's a stomach sleeper.

Your hand taps his shoulder gently enough and he wakes up, eyes fluttering open and face morphing into confusion when he sees you, before slipping into concern when he sees the way your eyebrows are furrowed and your hands shake.

"What's wrong kiddo?" He asks groggily, the nickname you hated at first now provided comfort and reminded you of your father.

"Had a nightmare," you whisper back, voice a bit shaky as you clutch your baby blanket to your chest.

Price sighs in understanding, wordlessly scooting over and opening his arms for you to climb in the sheets.

You don't hesitate to slip under his blankets and into his arms, head buried in his shoulder as he rubs your back. His hands are large and wide, and you can't help but cuddle into his fatherly embrace.

"Wanna talk about it or sleep?" He questions, voice rough and warm.

"Sleep," you whisper back, and his hold on you grows tighter.

He cocks his head when he feels the baby blanket press into his chest, glancing down at the fabric. It was your favorite color, somehow still very well kept and taken care of. It was still nice and fluffy, and clear of any stains it may have acquired throughout childhood.

He doesn't question it, instead just hugging you tighter. He doesn't sleep until he's sure you're breaths have softened and your body has relaxed.

He cuddles you further as he finally closes his eyes, letting sleep overcome him with you in his arms.

#price x male #cod fanfic #gay #john price #cod price #captain price #male reader #fatherly love #daddy issues

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thesillestluxeandcastiel · 7 months

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Don't!

Cordell Walker x Suicidal!Child!Reader

Author summary: Reader suffers from self harm and Cordell is blind enough to ignore the warning signs untill they fully try to commit.

Tw: Cursing, Heavy agnst, Heavy Fluff, Self harm mention, and Suicide mention.

S/C = Selected Clothes

W/J = Wanted Job

So, here we are folks! As much as I'd like to send all of you to therapy myself, I cannot. As someone who struggles with the same things, if you can, PLEASE get help. Either that, or call the suicide and self harm prevention hotline. (988) thank you for listening to my rant as someone who goes through the same things, and has lost quite a few people from these things.

Also, the x reader (romantic) will be out shortly. Probably the same storyline, just adjusted.

Thank you for reading my rant lovelies. Looks like I've kept you long enough, so let's get movin on, shall we?

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You groaned softly as you woke up. Smelling Grandma and Grandpas 'famous' bacon. You smiled, and got up. Quickly realizing the blade you had used yesterday was still left on your counter. 'Shit, shit what if dad saw? What if August saw? Stella?!' You thought, rushing over to lock it in one of your drawers. You sighed, hoping it was none of the above.

See, you were the middle child. August was the youngest, and Stella was the oldest. Obviously, you were different. Y/n Walker. 'What a wonderful name,' You thought sarcastically as you got up to look into the mirror. Last night you had only worn a S/C and some underwear, so you lifted up the sleeves of your S/Cto see the damage.

'Holy shit. That...that might be permanent.' You thought as you stared at self-inflicted scars with wide eyes. Then, suddenly Stella bursted into your room. "Hey, dad sent me in here to wake you- oh your already up!" She smiled at you. You quickly pulled down your sleeves, smiling back at her. "Yes Ms Blue, I am. Nowww I would like to get dressed, if you don't mind." You retorted, smiling and leaning your head towards the door. She groaned, and walked out the door with a smile.

'Now, what the fuck do I wear to hide all this shit?' You thought, staring at yourself in the mirror again.

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You had chosen a simple sweater and jeans. Also a belt. Only problem was it was a very hot day in Texas, so you were sweating bullets. Especially because you were doing chores with your dad.

Cordell quickly noticed something was wrong with your outfit. It was what, 90 degrees? Why are you wearing a sweater??

"Yknow, it might be easier if you just took the sweater off, N/n." He stated, focusing on carving the new post just right.

You bit your lip and mentally panicked because what the fuck were you supposed to say?

"Uh- well, it's my favorite sweater so... I'll just wear it for now!" You knew that wouldn't keep your father away for too long, especially sense it's... Him. But he brushed it off for now, making conversations here and there as he worked. You let out a quiet sigh of relief.

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You sat down at the dinner table. Luckily, no one was here currently so you could just relax for once. You sighed, and put your head into your hands, rubbing your temples. 'Today has been one hell of a day,' you thought, chuckling slightly. Then, you felt a figure slide into the chair in front of you. You looked up to see a very serious Liam staring back at you.

"N/n." He started, staring at your arms. Then, the anxiety rushed to your head, fearful of what he could've found.

"Do you mind explaining," he started, and then whipped out your journal and slammed it onto the table. "This? And don't play dumb with me, I read it. All of it." He explained, staring at you with worried eyes.

"U-uncle liam, i-" you started, tearing up. Quickly, you forced the tears back down. After mom, you promised yourself you wouldn't cry.

"I, uhm, have been struggling, a lot recently. As you probably read." You stated, motioning at the journal. He nodded.

"I understand that, but talk to one of us. Me, Your grandpa, hell, does your dad even know?" He asked, staring at you with concerned, but angry/disappointed eyes. Suddenly, Cordell walked in.

"Do I know what?" He asked, looking between you and Liam.

You looked at Liam with 'please, I'll tell him on my own time. Just don't do this!' Eyes, holding a breath. Liam sighed.

"Oh, uhm nothing much. Just discussing career paths with N/n over here. Yknow, it's crazy, they told me they want to work at a w/j!" He responded smiling quickly to cover the act, and you sighed a heavy sigh of relief. He probably got that from your journal. You smiled and looked at your father, nodding.

Cordell shrugged. He knew something was up, but it couldn't be Serious enough that his brother would lie to him about his own kid, right? He smiled, and went to sit next to you.

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It was, what? 3:30 am and here you are. Having a panic attack over cutting yourself. Again. 'Screw it, I'm ending this. Tonight.' You thought, sneaking out of your room quickly and quietly, trying not to make a lot of noise to wake anyone. Successfully, you had made it out the door.

See, Y/n walker didn't take special classes for nothing. You pulled a little trick, and managed to grab the keys for the mercadi on the way out. You grabbed them carefully, turning on the car and speeding off. Did you even have a license yet? 'No, but who the hell cares!' You thought speeding off. Little did you know, August had seen the whole thing.

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"Dad, DAD! wake up!" Stella shook her dad awake, he groaned and turned over to look at her.

He coughed and sat up, blankets still around him. "Yes, Yes Stella what's up? Why must you wake a tired ranger at, 4:00 in the morning?" He asked, yawning.

"Y/n is gone! August told me he saw them drive off with the mercadi! Dad, they don't even have a license!" She practically yelled at him.

"THEYRE WHAT?!" he yelled, springing out of bed quickly. He ran and put his ranger equipment on quickly, before returning back in front of Stella.

"Stella, listen." He crouched down in front of her. "They'll be okay, we'll find them I promise alright? Now, you go grab August and get him in the car." Stella nodded quickly, running out of the room to go grab August. Truth be told, he was worried. Enough of his family had died already. 'No no, no dark thoughts right now, N/n is more important. ' he thought, and nervously stepped out of the room, practically running downstairs and outside into the car.

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There you were, just peacefully sitting on the not so safe side of the railing. You took a deep breath in of fresh air, staring down at the busy street below you. 'I could just jump now, what am I waiting for?' You thought, and slowly wiggled your way off the edge. Starting to fall, untill a hand grabbed you back. You looked confused, turning around you saw August.

"August?! Wha- what are you doing here?" You asked nervously. Staring at your brothers worried face.

"Oh I don't know, I'm here because I'm not gonna let my sibling KILL THEMSELVES?! DAD! STELLA! HELP!" He yelled.

'Shit, shit, shit. This is not good, holy fuck.' You thought, letting go of his hand. "August, just let me go. I don't have to be a burden anymore." You said, staring at him with upset eyes as you teared up.

"Wha- NO! DAD- STELLA, PLEASE!" he yelled again, grabbing your hand tighter and trying to pull you up untill eventually your dad and Stella bursted through the door. Staring at you dangling off the edge. Cordell looked at you with shock, his mouth making a small O shape. Stella immediately started to tear up, covering her mouth with her hands.

"Uh, a little HELP, please?" August yelled at them, untill they snapped out of their trance. Quickly, you tried to wiggle your way out of August's grasp, but it was no use, as Cordell had a hold of your hand now, along with Stella. Quickly, you were pulled over the railing. You broke down, watching them all stare at you like some kind of lab experiment. Then, Cordell hugged you, as tight as he could.

You gasped, staring into his chest. Then, August joined the hug, along with Stella.

Shortly after they let go, and Cordell crossed his arms, staring down at you. "I think I can speak for all of us when I say, don't do this again, N/n. We love you. What would this family be like without you? You can always talk to any of us, you know that, right?" He asked, almost crying himself.

"I know, I'm sorry, I'm sorry I just didn't wanna be a burden.." You sobbed out. He sighed, and smiled at you.

"Well, let's take you somewhere where you aren't a burden then. Let's go home, okay?" He asked, smiling down at you. You smiled back, and nodded, still crying.

And eventually, maybe you would get better. Maybe, just maybe, you could actually get better.

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Originally written from wattpad, so if you recognize this from that you know who I am now!

1627 words! My best so far 😈

Bonus: Cordell watched you intently as you emptied your drawers for anything sharp as he held out his hand. You groaned and handed them to him. He frowned softly. "Yknow we all love you, right?" We're all here. Even if your grandpa seems like.. A meanie sometimes, even he'd listen about this. Okay?" He asked. You nodded, tearing up again. He smiled softly. "Alright, alright." He hugged you tightly, and for once, you hugged him back.

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