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tvgals · 9 months

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*ೃ༄ TOM AND JERRY .

— you and peter are just two people playing a game of cat and mouse…behind his wife’s back.

— pairing ; mean! peter b x black! bimbo! babysitter reader !!

cw; reader is 19, peter is 32, infidelity, lying, edging/ overstimulation, pure filth lmfaooo

you laid mayday down in her crib and tucked her in, walking out of her bedroom with a “goodnight.” you close her door and walk downstairs as lightly as you could — due to mj being asleep for her morning shift and peter being who knows where. you sat on the couch and turned the tv on, occasionally scrolling on your phone. that was until you got a text on your phone from the one and only, peter parker

‘I’ll be home in 10. I want you bent over the kitchen counter without your panties on.’

you smiled and hurriedly dropped your shorts, taking your panties off right after and putting your shorts back on. you could tell peter was upset just by the way he texted you. although he was older, he rarely used punctuation and proper grammar when texting you. you made your way into the kitchen, which is when you had the grand idea to just…not do what peter told you to. i mean, you could just say you forgot — maybe he’d forgive you and go easy on you? you turned on your heels and sat down on the couch, checking peter’s location every once in a while. when you heard his car pull into the driveway, you sat on the couch as innocently as you could. “dammit, y/n today was hell…” peter groaned as he walked into the kitchen. you could hear his mumbling and groaning when he noticed you weren’t in the kitchen like he wanted. “what the fuck.” he snarled. peter trailed his way into the living room to see you laid out watching tv. you were laying on your stomach, your ass out for display in the shorts you were wearing. peter stalked behind you until he got close enough to flip you around on your back. you let out a small yelp at the gesture.

“pete-“ “what did i tell you, huh?” peter growled, pulling your shorts off of you in a swift motion. his eyes trailed down to your cunt as your breathing increased. “i forgot! i really did!” you whined, fiddling with the hem of your shirt. “you didn’t forget shit. i bet if i told you to go talk to those frat boys you’d do that, huh?” peter asked, squishing your cheeks with his hand, forcing you to look at him. “no! don’ like those boys!” you cried, tears falling down your face. peter only chuckled at the way you have the nerve to cry after not listening to him. he just wanted his pretty baby to listen to him.

“i just wanted to take care of you, baby. now, i can’t even do that because you didn’t listen to me.” peter coo’d, wiping away your tears with his thumb. “since you didn’t listen, you gotta be punished. you’re not gonna cum until i say so, and if you do, you’ll be cumming until you pass out.” peter says, trailing his hand down to play with your clit, whispering in your ear. “and if you make a single noise, you won’t be getting my dick ever again.” you whine out at the thought, causing peter’s free hand to fly to your mouth, his own making a “shhhh” sound.

“‘m sorry…” you whine from under his hand. “‘s okay…” peter’s just trying to distract you from his thick fingers entering your wet cunt. you were breathing heavily from the stretching sensation down there. to ground yourself, you held onto peter’s wrists, looking at his big brown eyes. “peter..ngh…what if mj wakes up?” you ask, your breathing gradually calming down. “then we’ll have to be quiet so she doesn’t.” peter chuckled, his fingers finally making their way all the way inside. “then we’ll just have to stay quiet.” peter repeats to himself while he keeps a steady pace of pumping his fingers in and out of you — occasionally curling his fingers up to hit your g-spot.

“don’t fucking cum.” peter spat out, he felt your cunt fluttering around his fingers in desperation. you arched your back and quietly sobbed out. “please, please, please…” peter grinned at your neediness. “please what?” peter asks, a clueless look on his face. “please let me cum! i’ll be a good girl, swear!” you sobbed as quietly as you could. “should’ve had that attitude before you decided to lie to me, baby.” peter laughed at you mockingly. eventually, peter pulled his fingers out of you and pulled his hard cock out of his boxers, the length being incredibly intimidating. you stare at his cock for a while, wondering why peter hasn’t touched it. you trailed your eyes back up to meet his, a disapproving look in his eyes.

“you’re such a slut, did you know that?” peter tutted, tapping his cock onto your clit a few times. he felt bad that he had to punish his pretty girl, but how else would you learn your lesson? “mhm…” you hum, your voice getting raspier by the minute. “my girl is so dirty, yeah? mj would never disappoint me like this.” peter said, slowly pushing the tip of his cock into your cunt. you breathe out a heavy sigh. “maybe i should go fuck her instead. send you back home with your tail between your legs.” peter grinned, bottoming out inside of you. “i said sorry!” you said, holding peter closer to you while he thrusted in and out of you.

“sorry won’t fix anything, baby.” peter groans into your ear. “i know, i know…” you mewled, slightly shaking from the sensation of your approaching orgasm. “then shhh and let me take care of you, yeah?” peter asked, looking up at you from his spot between the bottom of your head and your shoulder. peter kept a steady pace, whispering sweet nothings into your ear. you and peter kept this going until you heard rustling coming from above two two, your eyes widen and you look at peter who hasn’t stopped his thrusting. “peter! peter, stop!” you said hurriedly, pushing your hands against peter’s pelvis.

“you don’t tell me what the fuck to do…” peter spat at you, covering your mouth with his hand. once peter sensed mj at the stop of the stairs, he pulled out of your sloppy pussy and pulled his pants up — his hand still over your mouth. tears rolls down your face as made her way down the stairs, her feet hitting the carpet once she finally made it down. peter shushes you as quietly as he could. “peter?” mj called out into the dark. peter didn’t do anything but stay quiet. mj eventually went back upstairs with a sigh and peter started pounding into you harder than before.

“don’t think i’m finished with you.”

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bewilderedbunny · 1 year

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Line cook Eddie part 3!

Hi friends! I was not expecting to write this so soon after part 2, but I'm rolling with it. Hope you enjoy it!! 💖 (the word counter I used says this is 666 words, thought that was cute) Flirty fluff, light sexual innuendo, cursing, sort of a bit of angst but not really. Eddie x fem!reader but feel free to switch the pronouns if you'd like ☺️ I had to include ABBA in this because I am a Mamma Mia! fan first and a human being second.

Credit to @delishlydelightfuldividers for the divider 💕

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 4

During a morning shift, a middle-aged man comes into the diner. He's a bit quiet but polite. He has his "please and thank yous" down pat. You check up on him during his meal and ask how everything is.

"Wonderful, my compliments to the chef." he says.

You smile and say, "He'll be so excited to hear that."

The older man looks up at you and says, "I would mention to him to cut back on the salt a bit. He has done a number on my blood pressure enough as it is." as he says that you feel an arm wrap around your shoulder.

"Hey pops. Was my girl good to you?"

You realize this must be Wayne, Eddie doesn't talk about him often but when he does it's with adoration.

"She was great. It's good to put a face to the name since you're always talkin' 'bout her."

Eddie laughs, a little too loud and you giggle at the pink on his cheeks.

One day during your break you step outside to get some fresh air. You can hear Eddie talking to someone near the dumpster.

"You like that, sweetheart? Look at you. You're just the cutest thing I've ever seen." Your heart aches, aren't you supposed to be the cutest thing he's ever seen? You know he's a big flirt with everyone, but you thought you were special. You quietly creep around the corner and when you finally see him you want to cry. He's squatted behind the dumpster feeding chicken to a scruffy little cat while rubbing its back. It's not even scraps from a customer's meal, this son of a bitch cooked a chicken breast for a kitten who, upon further inspection, reminds you of Wayne with its greyish fur and blue eyes.

He walks you to your car after your shift. He started doing it one night the two of you were working and hasn't stopped. Even when you're leaving before him, he walks you out and then goes back inside.

"I'm in a band, y'know?" He says, drying silverware. He's facing you and has his hip pressed against the counter.

"Oh yeah? An ABBA cover band?" You joke.

"How'd you guess? We do a cover of "Chiquitita" that'll knock your socks off."

You stop rinsing cutlery and look at him.

"I know you're kidding, but I love that song."

"Yeah?" He says, turning away from you. He's known it's your favorite for weeks. You were humming throughout your shift once and he spent the following day at the record store trying to figure out what song it was. He eventually went up to an employee and hummed it to them until they could help him find it. He bought the goddamn ABBA record.

You lightly flick him with water and he acts like you've just waterboarded him, stumbling around and gasping for breath. He reaches toward the faucet and flicks you back, he throws more water than you had and you gasp, "You're getting me wet!" His eyes get huge and he starts to giggle. When you realize why you giggle right along with him.

You come in for your dinner shift one day and notice a stack of papers at the register. You pick one up and see a sketch of a fire-breathing dragon. The dragon is guarding various food items like pancakes, milkshakes, burgers, and fries. All of the papers are copies of this drawing and next to the stack, there is an old box of crayons. You ask your coworker what this is, and she says Eddie brought them in this morning to give kids something to entertain themselves with while they wait for their food. You can't wait to hand them out and you save any colored in pages for the next time you have a shift together so you can show him what a hit they were.

Thanks for reading 🥞💖

#eddie munson #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie x you #eddie fluff #eddie x reader #eddie x fem!reader #line cook eddie

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saveugoodmadam · 6 months

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Newsiestober Day 22 - Transformation

My fic for day 22 of the @newsiestober2023 prompts :3

Ship: Javey/Javid

Word count: 1,945

Jack sighed as he waited on the street corner for Davey. It was a rainy evening and the street lamps made the damp pavement glow amber. Around him, shops were shutting down and the owners were making their way home, umbrellas held over their heads. A young couple ran past, using a jacket to hold off the rain as they giggled madly.

He had to admit, that was what he wanted with Davey. He'd wanted it for a long, long time, he'd just never had the time, or the words. His feelings were best expressed through his art, but Davey had never seen the thousands of charcoal sketches and watercolours as anything more than a platonic fascination. Tonight they were meant to meet up for a walk along the Brooklyn Bridge, but Davey was several hours late.

Maybe he just forgot.

Jack tried to push the thought from his mind as he turned to go back to the lodging house. Halfway there, a pitiful mewling sound from an alleyway caught his attention. Out of curiosity he poked his head into the space and let out a soft what was inside. A little black cat, wet through and crying out pitifully, was sheltering under a ledge of cardboard. It had striking green eyes- rather like Davey's, although he quickly buried that thought to focus on the animal in front of him.

Though it had been mewling incessantly before, the cat stopped its noise when it saw Jack, and padded out from the box to investigate him.

"Well, hello there." Jack murmured, sitting down on the wet ground to get onto its level. He gently extended his arm- wary of the many times that perfectly tame-seeming animals had lashed out at him (there was a reason he didn't trust Crutchie to tell him which animals were okay to pet anymore). Happily, the creature purred softly and rubbed its face almost desperately against his hand.

"What are you doin' out here in the cold, huh? You a stray or somethin'?"

Mrow.

"Right, yeah, you don't talk. You look like a stray. No collar or nothin'. I could take you back with me, if you liked. Food and water and a roof over your head. Would you like that?"

Mrow.

"Okay then, little kitty. Let me just lift you up to take you back and- oh, no, no, okay, you don't like being carried, alright, you just- yeah, you just settle yourself down on my neck there like a soppin' wet fur stole, okay. By the way, you a boy cat or a girl cat?"

His answer was the cat bumping its head against his cheek.

"Uh, you're a boy cat? A boy like me?"

Mrow.

"Okay, little... fella? Let's get you home."

The lodge house reacted as all large groups of unruly teenagers do when presented with cats: joyous uproar. The cat was approached by each newsie, one by one, and petted or talked to. Though at first the creature seemed on edge, it relaxed quickly when the newsies showed themselves to be calm and collected when interacting with it. It even allowed both JoJo and Crutchie to pick it up, but they'd always been good with street cats.

"Who's a handsome little fella?" Crutchie cooed as the cat purred loudly. He looked up at Jack. "Where was he?"

"Found him in an alleyway on the way back from where I was waitin'. Before you ask, no, Davey didn't show up." he sighed, looking dejected.

The cat stopped purring for a second to meow softly, which distracted Jack from his sorrows enough for him to chuckle and reach out to pet it.

"He's wet through, but he's drying out nicely. Most likely he's a stray, but well fed for a stray. Probably gets more food than we do." Crutchie observed, using the palm of his glove to try and dry off the cat's head.

"Jack?" Splasher asked, hovering by him with wide eyes. "Can we keep the cat? Please? Me and the fellas will make sure he's well fed, we promise, 'n we'll make sure he's no bother-"

Jack laughed softly, resting his hand reassuringly on the kid's shoulder. "Don't worry. We's keepin' the cat."

The next morning, Jack couldn't see Davey at the distribution yard. Les was there, looking worried, but when asked where his brother was all he would say was that Davey was sick. Ordinarily, this would have put Jack in a bad mood for the whole day- however today he had a furry friend to keep him happy. Mouth (he'd named the cat as such after its tendency to be extremely vocal) was nestled safely in his satchel, although it would soon be displaced by the day's papes.

"Mornin' Weasel. Oscar. Morris." Jack greeted the three men, slipping them his money and taking his papers.

"I believe there's been a little mix-up. You've short-changed me five papes." he told the two brothers after checking the numbers.

"Oh, yeah? Well maybe you should stop givin' us lip, Kelly. Okay? We ain't afraid'a you, you know?" Oscar burst out, slamming his hand down loudly onto the stand, then slipping out, obviously particularly trigger-happy.

Before he could so much as step towards Jack though, a furry blur had shot out from its hiding place and sunk its teeth into the DeLancey's wrist. Oscar screamed and attempted to remove Mouth's teeth from his flesh, while Morris laughed meanly from where he stood beside Weisel.

"He sure let the cat outta the bag, Oscar! Look at you, all hot 'n' bothered cause of some dumb feline!"

It was only after Jack called the cat back five separate times that it let go of Oscar's wrist and returned, its tail held high in triumph. Oscar bolted back behind the stand and threw the extra papers across the yard to Jack.

"Take 'em! Whatever! I don't care! And I still ain't scared'a you, Kelly!"

It was a particularly good day of selling, especially as kids with small, helpless, adorable animals are better at attracting attention than kids without. Jack returned to the lodge via a trip to the docks to buy fish for Mouth. Finally, up in the Penthouse with Crutchie, he watched the cat hesitantly but daintily eat its dinner.

"Funny little cat, ain't he?" Crutchie asked, grinning. "Acts almost human. Cats do that, though."

"You're the expert on strays, not me." Jack replied.

"Damn right I'm the expert, I dragged you in off the street too!"

They laughed, but Jack soon grew silent and wistful. "I just wish Davey could see him."

"I know, Jackie, but you heard Les. He's sick."

"You're gonna tell me you believed Les? That kid can do quite a few things but lying convincingly is not one. The only person I've met who's worse at lying than Les is Elmer."

"Well, I'm sure he ain't avoidin' you."

"Yeah, I guess. I just... I love him so much, Crutchie. But I don't know if I'll ever tell him before he finds someone else... probably some pretty young lady, he'd never look twice at me."

"Don't wax political again, I'm begging you, my ears can only take so much!"

Jack giggled despite himself. "Hey! And it's 'wax poetical'!"

Crutchie giggled too, stretching out to stroke Mouth again. The little kitty let him do so gladly, but regarded Jack with a soft, almost sad expression in its eyes. He brushed it off as it just being another thing cats do, and smiled at it in an attempt to cheer it up.

All week long the cat followed him around, meowing and purring and headbutting and shedding and rubbing up against his legs, and all week long Davey continued to be sick. According to Les, Jack was better off not visiting him because what he had was incredibly contagious.

Jack sighed deeply, the motion enough to wake up Mouth who was lying on his chest.

"Sorry, little fella." he whispered. "Just thinkin' 'bout Davey again. I hope he's okay, y'know? He means an awful lot to me. I don't know why I'm even tellin' you that, seeing as you probably can't understand me..."

Mrow.

"You're gonna love him so much when you meet 'im, Mouth. He's so kind and sweet and clever. He'll probably know all about cats, and tell me all the facts about them that newsies never get taught. And maybe I'll finally get the chance to tell him I love him. I was gonna do that the day I found you but... he never showed up. I don't know why he's avoiding me. Maybe 'cause I've been acting so weird around him."

Mouth was looking up at him with that sad expression again. Jack sighed, giving the cat a stroke.

"I just want to be able to say- to say-" he closed his eyes and took a deep breath: "Davey Jacobs, I love ya."

When he opened his eyes, he gasped. Mouth, one minute laying placidly on his chest, began to glow with a golden sort of magic and the began to grow, fur retracting into skin, paws growing and gaining fingers, tail retracting into a coccyx.

When the transformation was over, Davey Jacobs laid in place of the cat. Very flustered, very naked, but undeniably Davey. Jack spluttered in shock.

"Oh. Hey Davey."

"You love me?" Davey asked, his eyes wide as he wrapped the threadbare blanket around himself.

"Why was you a cat?" Jack retorted.

"Family thing." Davey said like it was obvious before Jack's look of incredulity told him he needed to elaborate. "When one of us falls in love and don't confess it for long enough we turn into a cat. Only a love confession will make us human again."

"Oh. Right." Jack chose not to pursue that line of inquiry any further. "You love me too, then?"

Davey's cheeks went pink again and he giggled sheepishly. "Yeah."

"For how long?"

"Since the end of the strike. Since you gave up scabbing to rejoin the union. Since you ditched Santa Fe to stay in New York. How long for you?"

"Since the strike too. Since you dreamt up the idea for the union, with the massive brain in that handsome head of yours."

Davey went a darker shade of red. "I'm not sure how we do this now."

"We could... kiss?" Jack offered.

Davey smiled gratefully and nodded.

"Sounds good to me."

They leaned into one another for a slow, sweet kiss, their hands slowly intertwining, soft skin against old calluses, their foreheads just barely touching...

Until they pulled apart at the sound of a wolf whistle and, both blushing deeply, turned to see Crutchie grinning like the proverbial cat that got the cream.

"Oh, don't mind me, fellas." he said, smirking. "I just found out Albert owes me a dime."

#newsies fanfic #javey #javid #jack kelly #david jacobs #newsies #newsiestober 2023 #hitch writes what he knows

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melonba11s · 11 months

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Chrysanthemum (Lawrence Oleander Fanfic)

Animals have never liked Lawrence. Except this one.

CW: Animal illness, Cat Death, Animal Death.

Lawrence didn’t know what he was doing. He sat with a finger under the creature's chin, reflexively attempting to soothe it.

It wasn’t like he had never run into sickly, dying creatures before. They never stirred much emotion in him, it was simply how life was.

So why was it that this one was so different? Walking home from work in the rain, clutching his umbrella in his grip, eyes straight ahead. Hearing a rustle, then a small “meow”.

He stopped to look down at the raggedy creature. It could easily have been mistaken for an abandoned plushie, missing patches of fur, wobbling towards him, looking at him, fleas jumping from its ears. It was skinny, scrabbling against the wet concrete towards him. He could have kept going, ignoring it.

But animals never liked him, much less sought him out… Was this pathetic creature so desperate to live it would approach him, crying so loudly. It had intrigued him. He had bent over, scooping the thing up in one hand and stuffing it half-hazardly into his hoodie.

There was a convenience store near his apartment, and he knew they carried some stuff for cats there. He ignored the people staring at him and his meowing hoodie as he shoved several cans of cat food and a bag of litter into his spare arm, slapping a fresh 20 dollar bill onto the counter as soon as the items were scanned and accounted for, then walking out as quickly as he could without grabbing his change.

And now it was in his apartment. He had dumped out an old box full of garden tools and layed down a few newspapers inside it. Digging an empty TV Dinner tray from his trash can, he cleaned it as best he could and filled it with food and water. His hands were shaking the entire time, watching the creature stare at the surrounding room.

“... It’s not much but-” he stopped himself. Why was he bothering to talk to it? It couldn’t understand him, it was just desperate to survive. And once it was feeling better, it would reject him. He could let it back outside or drop it off at a shelter. Let it find a family who would love it, care for it, give it the life it deserved.

Its face was covered in food, and he felt the fleas jumping from its fur onto his skin. Their bites itched. Lawrence fumbled with his phone, looking up if there was any treatment for fleas. Just a bath, with dish soap. He narrowed his eyes, images of animals, drowned and soaked in oil, being cleaned and made healthy again with a few squirts of dish soap.

Dish soap. It was kind of funny, the idea of using the same thing to clean a filth ridden creature you would to wash old spaghetti sauce off a plate. Though, he’d really prefer to use something more natural if he could… Plants that could repel fleas, his next search yielded some results about rosemary.

It was asleep now, its entire belly rising and falling with each breath. It was so… fragile. He suddenly felt scared.

He was so big compared to it, he could end it’s life so easily. He glanced around the plants in his apartment. How many of them would prove fatal if this creature decided to take a nibble? It sent a hot rush up his face, making him sweat, begin to panic.

… But he wouldn’t have it that long. He was just helping it get its health back. There was no need to throw out and toss his plants, ID them in a frenzy to see if they’d be toxic. He calmed himself down, taking a few deep breaths.

He needed to go to bed. Even if he had the next day off, he was tired, he could feel how sluggish his body had become. The fog of exhaustion was thick around his brain, making his head feel heavy. He stood back up, taking a couple steps back from the box.

He’d feed it again in the morning, and see if it was up for that bath. He stripped himself of his shirt, and got into bed. He stared up at the ceiling, listening closely. He could hear its breaths rumbling in its chest, each exhale passing through its nostrils like a small gust of wind.

He found himself lifting himself up several times, even as sleep beckoned him, to look back at it. Make sure it was still there.

Usually when he had this much trouble falling asleep he’d mix himself up a tea that would have him asleep before he could even finish the 4th sip. He abstained from that though, reasoning that he could easily react differently or mix it wrong and end up asleep for days. He couldn't let that happen right now.

Eventually though, he was asleep. He was in the woods, just sitting among the trees. He stared through the leaves, admiring how crystal clear sunlight turned into a dancing emerald green through the leaves. He held the creature close to him, in his lap, stroking it along its back. No more fleas, no more dirt, he smiled down at it with affection he wasn’t used to feeling.

He stared down at it, now observing it closely. Its mouth curled, it almost seemed like a permanent smile, its whiskers twitching as it purred. He watched its claws sheath and unsheath as it began to knead into his leg, not unlike how someone may work a ball of dough.

“Such a strange little animal…” he mused out loud. It was soft though, much softer than even the leaf of a lamb's ear plant. Its eyes were a muted shade of green that reminded him of the underside of pine needles, and its fur was mottled, faded orange and brown on top of white.

He’d need to look up what that coat pattern was called when he was awake… When he was awake.

The lack of sunlight filtering into his apartment was what awoke him. As well as something else. Silence. Silence that usually filled him with comfort, knowing no one else was around, that this space was his own.

He swallowed the lump in his throat, standing up slowly from bed. He glanced at the box. Yes, it was still there. No relief came from knowing it was still here though.

Lawrence sat in front of the box yet again, reaching out to run a hand through its scraggly fur. Cold. Its chest no longer moved, and as he stroked, it moved limply, no resistance of living muscles met his fingers.

Lawrence hunched his shoulders in on himself, gritting his teeth. Gone. It was gone. It had left him as suddenly as it had come to him.

He’d been so obsessed with helping it, making it better… He hadn’t even considered that it could die. Perhaps it was his fault? Should he have brought it to the shelter as soon as he saw it?

He stood up and began pacing, running his hands through his hair, pulling on it. Frustration brewed inside him until he was ready to pop. He grabbed an old bottle, filled with the remains of a previous blend, and launched it as hard as he could at the wall.

It made a cracking noise, the liquid darkening the paint of the walls, running down it. Running water, like the river. Little rivulets that eventually pooled onto the floor.

The violent action did nothing to make him feel better though, he just sat back down, staring back down at the body that was now in his apartment. No more fleas jumping, instead there was a spattering of dead ones around it. He let out a harsh bark of laughter. Well at least that wouldn’t be a problem anymore. He immediately felt sick with himself for thinking in such a way though.

Lawrence buried his face into his hands, now sighing deeply. He’d take it to the forest, and bury it there. Bury it with the other animals, among the trees, where it belonged. He really didn’t want to though. He wanted to stay there and sit next to it, enjoying the last bits of companionship it could offer like this.

He had no idea how long he sat there, head in his hands. His mind was wandering, but each thought was washed away by the next like the tide washing away drawings in the sand. Nothing stuck for long. When things got like this… All he wanted to do was to go to the river. Stare at the expanse of water, let it drip from his hands, let it soak his skin…

“Meow…..” He flinched, stopping. His mind couldn’t be playing tricks on him like this, not now… He hadn’t taken anything. Was he asleep again?

He listened to small taps on the floor, the gentle click of claws. Pressure on his thigh. He opened his eyes, staring into those evergreen eyes. They shined bright, staring at him. Its head was tilted, as if to ask “what’s wrong?”.

Lawrence couldn’t form any thoughts at all. He could only stare at what had once been a limping, shaking, sickly creature.

It hadn’t been breathing, it had been dead, it…

“Did you…. See the river?” They wouldn’t be able to understand him. He carefully wrapped his hands around their stomach. He leaned in, inhaling the scent on its fur. Dirt, Trash, Cat food… and a sort of musty water. The kiss the River always left behind for a short while. The kiss he’d experienced so many times.

A paw reached up, batting at a stray strand of his hair. It tickled, and Lawrence let out a small giggle, holding them out and giving them a once over.

“... You’re really a strange little cat, aren’t you?” He asked her, holding her close to his face again. Her fur was not soft at all, not like his dream. She’d still need a bath, and a brush, and some care.

But she still wanted him… She still accepted him. His giggling grew now, until he was letting out an uncharacteristically booming laugh, falling backwards to lay on the floor, holding her close.

There was no longer only the ceiling staring back at him now. Those green eyes were peering down at him, stepping all over him, wherever she pleased.

“...Chrysanthemum.” he said, his voice held the finality of a decision he was unaware he was making. “I’m gonna call you, Chrysanthemum.”

#boyfriend to death #boyfriend to death fanfic #boyfriend to death 2 #lawrence btd fanfic #lawrence oleander #lawrence btd #lawrence oleander fanfic #btd fanfic

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NO BECAUSE...Eddie getting literally swarmed by reader with hello kitty merchandise, her room is filled with hello kitty and Eddie thinks its the cutest thing he has ever seen

eddie watching you eat hello kitty pancakes and hello kitty shaped sausages off a hello kitty plate just makes him smile, he buys you more hello kitty stuff and by buy I mean steal because some of the items are drop dead expensive

he steals you a vintage hello kitty rotary telephone and hooks it up, he calls you on it and talks you to sleep on it, eddie wont admit it, but he loves it when you ramble on and ramble on and on about hello kitty related stuff, he just absorbs the information.

you even walk to school with him in hello kitty clothes, he walks with you with your hello kitty lunchbag and bookbag, you even introduced him to gudetama the lazy egg saying how its just like him

"Look Eds! It's you!" You giggle out pointing to a Gudetama themed hoodie.

You let him try it on, his face is all red and he can't stop smiling.

"Eddiepoo the lazy egg!" You tease and hug him, kissing his forehead.

He could've sworn he died then and there right there.

You’re in my walls!!!!!! My hello kitty jacket was delivered yesterday and I can’t wait to wear it I’m so excited

Eddie would buy you everything hello kitty to your hearts desire. He’d battle in eBay auctions for 90s merch for you.

He didn’t know how much of a fan you were until his first night over at your place. Your bedding was hello kitty and you had that little bunny and frog thing on your bed.

“Eddie that’s mymeldody and keroppi! Apologize!”

Then the next morning he awoke to the cute sight of you cooking breakfast. When you served him he couldn’t help but smile seeing this cats face on the pancakes and toast.

“Do you have a hello kitty oven?” He teases.

“They don’t make an oven…..but I have a instant pot in the cabinet,” you respond.

When the hello kitty super cute friendship festival comes to Indianapolis he goes with you. Turns out robin is also obsessed with this cat so Steve drives everyone.

“I don’t know why you guys are so obsessed with this random cat,” he complains in traffic. When you saw Robin’s keychain collection you immediately bought her a ticket, then demanded Steve drive. Eddie’s van was not gonna make you miss anything!

“She’s not a cat dingus!” Robin shouts from the passenger seat, pinching his arm. “She’s a human girl”

Eddie snorts and you glare at him. “What? She’s a cat baby”

“No she’s not! She has a car and a boyfriend”

“Is it a dog?” Steve laughs.

“Dear Daniel,” you and Robin say.

The boys groan not willing to start an argument they can’t win. At the festival, they take pics of you and Robin with all the friends and hello kitty herself. Eddie even buys you the hello kitty sweatshirt and matching accessories. Robin takes Steve’s wallet out his pocket, “hope you have a high limit loser!”

Later that night, you show Eddie your special sleepwear. You hop on his lap, your fluffy shorts riding up when he grips your ass.

“I didn’t see this at the merch table,” Eddie says playing with the straps of your top.

“This is from Amazon.”

He cups your tits, lowering the top to expose them to his warm hands. “Is this hello kitty’s sister?”

“No that’s her twin mimmy,” you moan. His fingers hand made their way inside your bottoms. He slips two fingers in your hot cunt. He easily finds your gspot, his thumb finding your clit.

“Who’s this baby?”

You grip his shoulder. “Cinnamoroll. She’s hello kittys puppy friend.”

“Cinnamon roll huh?”

“You said her name wrong.”

Eddie’s hand stops moving. You whine and grind down on his palm for friction. “Eddie c’mon!”

“I think I’ll paint you like my little cinnamon roll,” he teases. “Would you like that?”

He slips a third finger inside, your warm walls coating his hand in your wetness.

“Yes I’d like that Teddy,” you cry as a small orgasm washes over you. Your equally small squirt trickles out like a leak to Eddie’s wrist.

“Oh I think you can get wetter than that kitten.”

I actually went to the hello kitty super cute friends festival and it was the best time ever! And I can’t wait for the hello kitty cafe to come back 😭

#eddie munson smut #eddie x fem!reader #eddie munson/reader #eddie munson x female reader #fem reader #eddie munson fem!reader #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fic #eddie munson x reader smut #eddie munson/female reader #munsonology #munsonology’s eddieverse

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Patrick Kennedy’s first and last encounter with Jeffrey Dahmer:

Grilling Dahmer, chapter 2:

I entered first and saw three more uniformed cops, all dripping with sweat. They were straddling a Caucasian male suspect, who lay face down on the floor, handcuffed behind his back and shackled at the feet. One officer had his knee firmly in the suspect's back, another held his leg-ironed feet, and the third cop wiped his face with a hanky. Their uniforms looked just as unkempt as the first officer's.

I looked at the suspect as he lay on the floor. His light-colored hair was greasy and wet with perspiration. The faded denim shirt he wore was drenched with sweat, and I noticed he was bleeding slightly from the corner of his mouth. There was an obvious rug burn on his right elbow, glistening blood red. He appeared completely defeated, but his condition showed that a great struggle brought him to that point. He was motionless but made an ever-so-faint crying whine, like that of a child or a cat in the night.

The suspect walked slowly as he tried to negotiate the leg irons. His head was bowed over his slouched shoulders, but even in this position, I could tell he was over six feet and in good shape.

The wagon pulled up to the entrance of the apartment building, so the trip from the door was quick. I assisted the suspect into the wagon and climbed in after him. The two conveying officers got in the front and drove away toward the station. No one said a word as we cruised back downtown. I eyed the suspect as we rode. Although he was a good-sized man, he appeared almost fragile, sitting hunched over and trembling slightly. At the station, he cooperated-almost zombie-like as I led him into the prisoner elevator and up to the interrogation rooms on the fourth floor.

Once inside, I pointed to the cuffs and leg irons and said, "Take these off him."

"Look, Pat, I wouldn't do that. I had to fight with this fuckhead and he's no pussy." I looked at the copper and his pudgy partner and I knew he was not kidding.

I turned to the suspect. "Hey, if you give me your word you won't act up, we can take these off."

For the first time, the suspect looked at me directly and I caught his steely blue eyes. He nodded in affirmation and I motioned again for the officers to remove his shackles.

Grilling Dahmer, chapter 22/23:

Two deputies flanked Jeff and returned him to the holding cell. I walked over to him, standing alone, locked inside. As I approached, he moved closer to the bars of his cell. I reached through and took his outstretched hand. "Pat, I want to thank you for everything you did for me," he said. Shaking his hand for what I believed would be the last time, I said, “Good luck, Jeff. Take care of yourself." Then I turned and walked away.

People always say that I must have seen evil in his eyes as I sat down face to face with him during our interrogations, and I have to honestly tell them that I didn't. I saw a very normal, ordinary guy who-when we talked about things other than his crimes seemed very much like me, like you, like anybody you would meet.

“Despite Dahmer's crimes, Kennedy describes an odd kind of kinship that developed as he genuinely began accepting Dahmer's remorse for his numerous murders, and therefore experienced some grief when Dahmer was beaten to death a few years later. Kennedy quickly adds that he didn't befriend Dahmer at all during the time they spent meeting, and never considered him as anything other than a murder suspect. He did not continue to correspond with him and, in fact, never saw him again after Dahmer was led off to serve his sentence.”

More about Kennedy perspective:

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As strange as it may seem, Jeffrey really trusted Detective Kennedy, and on the other hand Detective Kennedy low-key liked Dahmer. Without the help of Kennedy, Jeffrey wouldn’t opened up so easily.

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missmitchieg · 9 months

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That's How You Get The Guy

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She hadn't planned on doing this. It was more a spur of the moment thing.

Penelope was just sitting at her vanity and staring at her bare face and undone straight hair in the mirror. One minute, she was berating herself for the horrid mistake she made six months prior. The next, she was in her car headed toward Luke's.

But of course, The Universe was determined to consistently fuck her over. Halfway there, it had started pouring rain. And she didn't have an umbrella with her. But she had her purple floral dress, her cardigan and white heels.

So nevertheless, Penelope Grace Garcia was intent on righting her wrong, mending Luke's heart along with her own.

Her breath stopped as she parked in front of Luke's house, knuckles going white as she held the steering wheel with an iron grip. She was frozen in the seat of her car, suddenly terrified to confront Luke. To apologize for shutting them down before she could even give them a proper try. To ask for a second chance at love with Luke.

Wait. Love?

Oh.

She loved Luke. She was in love with Luke.

Once the fact sunk in, a sob tore through Penelope's throat and she slapped her hands over her mouth, shoulders shaking. She loved him. Well, fuck.

She reached a hand up to wipe her tears away and looked up to watch him through the window, casually walking in his house and drinking some water. Her lips turned up in a sad smile before she steeled herself up to go and talk to him.

You can do this, Garcia. You are a boss bitch. You've survived much worse before. You literally lived through getting shot, after all. This is nothing. This is just Luke. It's just Luke.

She took a deep breath and climbed out of her car, walking to the front door. She shivered at the cold rain, rubbing her left arm. She bit her lip as the door opened, looking at him through her lashes.

She was certain she must have looked like a sad, wet cat or a creepy ghost from a horror movie.

"Garcia?!" Luke's jaw dropped, his eyes wide as he took her hand and pulled her inside. "Are you insane, chica?" He huffed as he shut the door, crossing his very toned, Penelope noticed with a flush of her cheeks, arms over his Heather gray t-shirt clad chest.

"Um-" Penelope tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and swallowed the lump in her throat, the confidence from her internal pep talk gone. "I-I just wanted to talk to you. It started raining when I was already on the road. I didn't have an umbrella." She shivered, her teeth chattering as she looked down to pet a concerned Roxy and calm her nerves.

Luke sighed, pressing a light kiss to her forehead. "We can talk after you have a warm shower and get into some dry clothes. I don't want you getting sick." He said before giving her a closer look. "Hey," he cupped her cheeks in his hands gently as she sniffled. "Baby, have you been crying?" He asked in a concerned tone and she nodded before being pulled into a tight comforting hug. "It's gonna be ok, Penelope." He whispered in her ear. "Whatever it is, it's gonna be ok." He winced as that only seemed to make her cry more, wiping her own tears away.

Penelope nodded slightly, wrapping her arms around herself and letting Luke lead her to the bathroom.

"I'm gonna leave some clothes for you to wear and put yours in the dryer for you." Luke told her and walked to his bedroom to pick clothes for her to wear, leaving her alone in the bathroom.

With another sigh, Penelope noticed she had been doing that a lot lately, she stripped out of her wet clothes and left them folded on the floor outside of the bathroom, letting the warmth of Luke's shower wash all over her.

After she showered, she found a neatly folded pile of Luke's clothes to wear outside of the bathroom where she had left her clothes, the blush not leaving her cheeks as she put on Luke's maroon t-shirt, gray sweatpants and adorable white socks with little dogs on them. She looked in the mirror as she put her glasses back on, shyly lifting the collar of the sweatshirt to take a whiff.

Oh, it smells good.

Penelope sighed again and shook her head, walking out of the bathroom.

God, I'm like a teenager with a crush. Get it together, Penelope.

She walked into the kitchen to find Luke holding a plain white mug. "Hey, Pen. I, um, made you some peach tea." He gave her a warm smile, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly as they walked to the living room where Roxy was lying down. "Sorry that it's not as cute as any of yours."

"Oh." Penelope blushed again, taking a small sip of her favorite tea. Oh, he knew her so well. "Thank you, Luke." She said quietly as they both sat on Luke's couch, not wanting to mess with their quiet moment.

"You know I'd do anything for you, chica." Luke waved her off casually before realizing what he said with a blush, ducking his head. "Sorry. I know you don't-" He cut himself off, wringing his hands.

Oh, but I do. If only you knew how much I do, Luke. Of course, I would have to tell you that for you to know.

She frowned guiltily at that and hung her head silently, staring at her warm tea. She only looked up when she heard Luke's sweet laughter ringing through the silence. "What?"

"I thought you said you wanted to talk, Pen." Luke smiled fondly at her, the crinkles by his eyes showing. "I haven't seen you this quiet since..." His smile faltered but the tenderness never left his eyes as he reached around Penelope to wrap a blanket around her shoulders.

Penelope squeezed her eyes shut and shook her head, taking a much needed deep breath. "Since dinner six months ago." She said simply, snuggling into the blanket that had Luke's scent all over it.

"Has it been six months?" Luke asked, watching her intently.

"Yeah. A long-" She sighed again, adjusting her glasses, "long six months of being too afraid to tell you what I want." She averted her eyes as she drank her tea, her lips set in a tight line. She didn't think she could look at Luke right now. She was too scared if she did, she might crying again.

Silently, Luke tilted his head, curiosity in his eyes.

"Hey, you remember how..." A sad smile stretched over her face as Penelope reminisced, her fingers tapping against the mug in her hand. "You used to always kiss my cheek when something really exciting happened?"

Luke snickered at that and nodded. "Yeah, baby. I remember." His lips curled up in a smile.

Her smile turned into a small smirk. She couldn't take anything she already said back. She was too far gone to stop herself now. "Well, I really liked it whenever you kissed me." She admitted, her face heating up as she laughed at herself.

With raised eyebrows, Luke pinched her cheek gently, pressing a soft kiss to her face. "You never told me that."

"I know I didn't." Her breath caught in her chest as she felt Luke grab her thigh and squeeze gently, Luke was always so gentle with her, turning her head to him as he spoke her name.

"Penelope."

She winced at his soft tone, hunching her shoulders as she kept her gaze to the ground.

"Luke?"

"You never told me why." He sounded so wounded, Penelope couldn't stop herself looking up at him.

"What?" She frowned, her heart pounding in her chest as she placed her hand on top of Luke's.

"You never told me why you can't talk to me without dunking on me." Luke told her, his other hand reaching up to tuck the strand of hair behind Penelope's ear again. "You never told me-" He gulped, blinking tears away, "You never told me why you haven't talked to me in six months."

Penelope's heart shattered at that, tears filling her eyes. "Luke." She sobbed, squeezing his hand. "Honey, I-I'm so sorry. I-" She bit her lip, her chest aching. "I shouldn't have done that to you." She put the mostly empty mug on the coffee table and turned her body toward Luke, taking both of his hands in hers.

Luke sniffled and felt a tear roll down his left cheek, his thumbs rubbing circles in Penelope's hands. He kept his mouth shut, not wanting her to lose her nerve if he interrupted her.

Her face scrunched up in pain as she considered her next words carefully, staring at their hands. "Love, I only said that because-" Her voice cracked and she blinked a tear away. "-because it's really hard to be vulnerable with you." She admitted and took a shaky breath, pressing her forehead against Luke's as they both cried.

"Why, baby?" Luke asked softly, not mad but curious. "You seemed so excited for dinner, but then you iced me out again. Why?"

"Because you're so..." Penelope furrowed her eyebrows, her lips pursing. "Nice. You're so nice and so... Guys like you don't go for women like me."

"Guys like me? Women like you?" Luke questioned and raised a hand to caress Penelope's cheek. "Chica, what are you saying?"

Instead of answering, Penelope looked down at her stomach, covering herself with the blanket.

Luke followed her gaze and his jaw dropped, his heart breaking. "Oh, baby." He shook his head, scooting closer to Penelope to wrap her up in a hug. "Penelope, no! You're gorgeous, love."

Penelope let out a frustrated groan and pulled away, pointing a finger at Luke as she stood from the couch. "This! This is exactly what I'm saying! You're so nice!"

"But why is that a problem?" Luke asked desperately, wanting to understand why Penelope couldn't just let herself have this, why she couldn't let him in.

"Because it's going to hurt if you leave!" Penelope yelled with a sob, her chest heaving with every breath.

Luke slowly stood up and shook his head. "I'm not going to leave, Pen." He promised.

"Sure, you say that now but what about when you get sick of me? Or what if you wake up one day and you don't love me?" Penelope asked, baring her teeth. "Listen, I have been left by people before. I could deal with it then because they were awful people, but you. You…" She laughed humorlessly, her finger shaking. "Luke, if you left..." She shook her head, her eyes shining with tears. "That would devastate me."

Luke sobbed and wrapped his arms around Penelope, giving her a kiss on the forehead. He tightened his grip when she buried her face in his neck, rubbing circles in her back.

"Honey, I've literally been shot before and you leaving me would hurt more than that." Penelope told him, her knuckles turning white as she gripped Luke's shirt in her hands. "I had to beat you to the punch because I couldn't watch you leave. You're so important to me. So special."

"Penny love, can you look at me, please?" Luke asked softly, stroking his left thumb over Penelope's cheek.

Penelope looked up at Luke with a small sniffle, eyes wide and lips forming a pout.

Luke gave her a small smile as he ran his fingers through her hair. "Hi, chica." He whispered.

"Hi, honey." Penelope hiccuped, making her laugh a little as she leaned into Luke's gentle touches.

"Do you remember when you first met Roxy?"

Penelope nodded.

You know you were one of the first in the team to meet her?" Luke revealed casually, his head cocked to the left.

"Really?" Penelope asked with raised eyebrows.

"Yeah." He smiled. "Emily was first. You were second. I think she liked you better." Luke chuckled and booped her nose playfully.

Penelope blushed and giggled at that, loosening her vice grip on Luke's shirt. "That makes me feel special."

"You are special."

She giggled more and hid her face in his neck again, her heart racing. "Luuuke."

Luke laughed in delight, biting his lip. "What? I'm just reminiscing."

"You're being all cute!"

"You're cute."

Penelope gave him a breathy laugh, wiping her last tears away.

"Remember the first gift you got her?"

"The treats and the little sweater." Penelope grinned.

"They were some good treats." Luke raised his eyebrows as he nodded.

"What did you do with the sweater?" She asked out of curiosity.

"Roxy uses it as a blanket." Luke admitted.

"Adorable."

"Yes, it is."

She looked down at the dog sleeping like a rock, squinting when she noticed the collar around her neck. "Is that-"

"Yeah." Luke nodded. "She really likes it."

"Good."

"You know, I still have every selfie we took on my phone." Luke admitted shyly.

"Me, too." She ducked her head shyly, biting her lip. "Luke?"

"Yeah, love?"

"Are you sure? That you want me? That you... Love me?" Her voice shook with nerves as she asked her question, eyes wide with hope.

Luke's eyes softened as he looked at her and he nodded slowly. "Yes."

"I-I need to hear you say the words, Luke. Please."

"My dear Penelope Grace Garcia." Luke started without hesitation, a grin on his face as he looked at her. "I am stupidly, hopelessly, desperately in love with you, chica. All I want is you, forever and ever. Nothing would make me happier than that."

Penelope sucked in a breath, her hand reaching up to caress Luke's cheek. "Oh, honey, if you only knew how long I've wanted to hear that sexy, delightfully husky voice of yours say those words." She told him with a new twinkle in her eyes. "My darling Luke Pablo Alvez, I am wildly, unconditionally, eternally in love with you. All I want is you, forever and ever." She grinned as she admitted it out loud for the first time. "Love, kiss me. Please." She whispered breathlessly as they both leaned in, pressing their lips together.

Luke sighed blissfully against Penelope's mouth, both hands reaching up to run his fingers through her soft blonde hair.

"God, I'm so in love with you." He mumbled into her mouth, stepping closer as Penelope gripped his waist.

"I love you so much." She replied breathlessly, keeping her eyes shut as she pressed against him.

"Mm, I was thinking." He hummed, twirling Penelope's hair around his pointer finger.

"What?" The corners of Penelope's mouth turned up in a smile as she used their close proximity to take in his scent. In this moment, she was so happy she felt like her heart might actually burst out of her chest.

"You look so good in my clothes."

"Yeah?" Her smile turned into a smirk.

"Yeah." He whispered.

"I should wear your clothes more often, then."

"You should."

"I will." She nodded decisively.

And that's how Penelope (finally) got the guy.

#criminal minds #penelope garcia #luke alvez #garvez #garvez fanfiction #criminal minds fanfiction

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baldurs-gape · 10 hours

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Oh gosh, this is the shores nonnie from earlier and I am so grateful for your response! I didn’t have the best night so I am just so happy you are so kind😭❤️

My dear Shores Nonnie, I am so sorry to hear you've not had the best night. While I may simply be a stranger over the internet, please know that my DMs are always open if you need a willing ear to talk to. I can't promise to have any magical solutions but I make up for that in ample pet pictures (cats, dogs and various snakes are currently on offer), memes and stories of being a smidge of a disaster of a human being should you ever need a distraction.

Given that you've had a rought night, I've not had a great day myself, I can do but one thing. We give Astarion a not so great time, how about it?

(CW: this turned out a little more grim than intended. Glossed over torture, rape and just general Astarion having a bad time at the hands of Godey and other spawn before the others show up.)

One of Many

When Astarion was snatched by his so called siblings in the night, the rest of the party was up in arms. That was their vampire spawn now and they were going to retrieve him, thank you very much. Finders keepers and all that. Brave words which were so easy to speak yet acting on them was harder. Going during the night didn't seem the best of ideas so they waited until morning when light would offer them protection should they need to run, but if they did then they'd make sure they had Astarion in tow.

Getting into the stronghold was surprisingly easy. Finding Cazador was too. Between Karlach, Gale, Halsin and Jaheira they made a damn good attempt at ending his tyranny. The only problem was when the despicable worm turned and fled, they couldn't find him. Searching the palace led them from room to room. It was Jaheira who spotted the concealed door. Walking through it was about was good as walking into a nightmare. The whole room had Silence cast on it which explained why nobody could hear anything outside. But inside that bubble was filled with screams and begging in an all too familiar voice.

A skeleton was looming over the table where Astarion was pinned. No, he was nailed down while three other spawn stood around, watching impassively. As the skeleton moved, it revealed pools of blood on the floor along with pale lumps that were best not looked at too closely because they looked like flesh.

"Please. Please. I'm sorry." Astarion's voice was breaking, hoarse, he'd been crying and begging for a while. "Not again. I'll be good. I can be good."

His words turned into a scream that died down into a whimper and wet, bubbling gasps. Karlach charged.

Their second fight was short and brutal, much more satisfying than against Cazador. The spawn and the skeleton fell under their blades and magic with speed until it was just the five of them left in the cold, blood stained room. Approaching the table, Halsin was already preparing a healing spell while Gale rifled through his scrolls in case he had something he could help with. Meanwhile, Karlach tried to be as gentle as possible pulling the nails out of pale flesh. She and and Jaheira shared a glance over the table as Astarion lay motionless, eyes squeezed shut and teeth dug into bloodied lips to stay quiet.

"We've got you, Fangs," Karlach murmured softly and stroked through his hair. The hiss of sympathy was impossible to stop as she saw Astarion's ears, or rather, what had been left of them. She gagged and a hand touched the tips of her own as the slices of flesh under the table made sense. They hadn't simply been hacked off but rather taken sliver by agonising sliver.

As Halsin poured his healing magic into Astarion, Gale tipped a potion bottle against lips which were slow to respond. However, within three minutes Astarion was looking much like his old self as he swung himself upright and hopped off the table.

"Well?" He asked as he walked to the table with a pile of bloodied and shredded clothes. "Is he dead?"

"The coward ran," Jaheira said.

Astarion's eyes snapped up at them full of rage even as he shimmied into ripped trousers, uncaring of the blood and other fluids that still coated his inner thighs.

"So why the fuck are you here? What use are you? You should have gone after him and killed him!"

Walking closer, Gale tried to reach out but got violently shrugged off with a loud "Don't touch me!" Astarion's rage didn't end there though. "Useless, that's what you are. Wasting your time playing heroes while the monster is still at large. And you dare call yourselves my friends and lovers. Pathetic."

Hearing him fume rather than be grateful for the rescue was actually hurtful and infuriating. Gale stepped back, arms crossed over his chest and scowling.

"So we shouldn't have bothered coming to save you."

A large hand squeezed his shoulder and Halsin looked between his two partners.

"Perhaps we could all go back to camp and take a rest. I think we need it."

All through the trip, Astarion didn't say anything, strode out front of the group as he walked to the dock they'd set up camp in. Without word he marched into his tent and let the flap close behind him. It was probably less dramatic than he'd wanted.

Nobody saw him for the rest of the evening. Halsin cast wishful glances at the tent as he wrapped an arm around Gale but they left Astarion to his own devices. Whatever he was working through, he needed the space. One by one, the whole camp retired, Jaheira and Karlach were the last to go, staying up late as Karlach sought comfort from her hero after seeing her friend so mutilated.

Quiet settled around camp but Gale couldn't sleep. Even as he was snugly enveloped in Halsin's arms, he missed the chill from his other side where Astarion usually pressed in. Sleep continued to elude him until he couldn't keep still. Determined to go to Astarion's tent, he slipped out from Halsin's embrace and stood with a groan. Stepping out of the tent, he spotted a lone figure, sitting at the edge of the dock. Of course it was Astarion.

Sneaking had never been Gale's forte and he wasn't looking to take Astarion off guard. Instead, he padded softly towards him and stood, a little awkward until Astarion craned his neck to look up at him.

"Yes?" How he managed to sound bored was rather impressive.

"Did you really mean it?"

Rather than reply, Astarion went back to staring out at the sea. Taking his silence as confirmation, Gale turned to leave which was the exact moment he spoke up.

"Do you know how many times I've seen these stars?"

Halting, Gale looked over his shoulder. He wasn't quite sure what the crux of the conversation was and, truth be told, didn't know whether he could bring himself to care in that moment. It didn't seem to bother Astarion.

"Thousands of times. And they never change. It's why he liked calling me Star, to remind me that nothing about me will change either." There was no question about who the 'he' in the situation was. "He could do anything he wanted to me. But the end was always the same. I lived. I healed. I screamed again the next night. It never changed."

Retracing his steps, Gale stood next to Astarion and wondered whether he was welcome to sit. If he was honest with himself, he wanted to be there, to comfort Astarion if he was allowed to.

Eyes firmly on the water, Astarion continued, "It was the same thing all over again. Except rather than Godey shoving a fetid rat at me, it was you pouring potion down my throat. It burend just the same. I'm whole again. Only for it all to happen again. If not at his hands then in a fight or a random accident." Eyes finally turned to look up at Gale. "I'm so tired. I don't want to heal anymore. Don't want to get up again just to be broken by others."

Invitation be damned, Gale crouched down to pull Astarion against him in a tight hug. He could just about hear his words, muffled as they were in his sleep shirt.

"People look at me and think I'm okay. That I'm unbroken. I'm a blank canvas for them to etch their pain into with their blunt knives. Break pieces off because they'll grow back with a potion and a murmur of a spell. Today was just one day of many. It wasn't even the worst yet Karlach looks at me like her world's been crushed. Even though I'm the one who felt every broken bone and ripped flesh."

Gale rubbed his hand over Astarion's back and wished he could say something, anything to make it better. But there was nothing. They gave him the potions, healed him because they wanted him back. The few times Gale had needed help picking himself up off the floor after a fight, he'd been grateful for it. Listening to Astarion though, he wondered just how much of a betrayal it was, to have healed his body but there was nothing they could do for the mind and the memories that plagued it. Pulling him closer, holding him tighter, Gale was left with so many wishes yet not even a whisper of suggestion for a solution.

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You found me:

The cold brisk of London only made me move quicker to my house. I was looking forward to the warm aroma where I could sit in my favorite chair, a cup of tea and a good book to relax my mind after a hard day at work. I was a stock clerk at a grocery store and today was just perfect to have 2 spilled milks, shattered bottle of wine and an egg crack catastrophe in the dairy aisle.

October weather did that to you. The orange and reddish leaves falling from the branches while walking down the brick covered road was picture book worthy. My hair that was neatly tucked into a bun, had a few free strands swaying to the best of the wind. My somber mood was non existent this morning, until a few nasty customers, an overly demanding boss because of his recent divorce and all the messes I mentioned contributed to the pushed down aggression that rose inside me the more I pondered on it.

The gray clouds mixed with the fall wind made me sleepy. My eyes started to close a little, but I jerked myself awake once I realized the walk home was still 5 minutes away. I walked past this brick building that I assumed to be a school, but there was this brown cardboard box that was soggy and splotchy. I heard some narrow cries from it.

I took a step back thinking it was maybe a mother cat and her kittens up for sale that nobody noticed. I hesitantly made my way over to the box and peeped inside. That's when I noticed a tiny baby that couldn't have weighed more than 4 pounds crying weakly. He had a blue blanket wrapped around him and he was dirty liked he hadn't had a bath in days. His cry wasn't that loud but I could tell it was a hungry cry from the suckiling sounds he was making with his mouth.

"Poor thing" I mumbled trying to situate the little baby in my arms. He looked like a newborn baby which made his situation worse to me because he was probably just born and no one wanted him. Or maybe his mother just couldn't take care of him. It dawned on me that no one heard his cry because it was so light, who knows how long he's been out here.

Poor baby didn't have a hat or really anything to protect him from the cold other than the blanket. I held him halfway inside my coat and tried to find an adoption agency. It was too cold and we were both tired and hungry so I called it quits and decided to continue this in the morning before work. Me and baby stumbled home to my apartment, where the lobby was empty despite how this morning it was raging with people from a party in one of the apartments from the 9th floor.

That's the fancy apartments at the top where they get more terrace space. I walked through to the elevators where my heart was beating out of my chest. I didn't like the neighbors knowing my business and vice versa. I mostly kept to myself and tried to keep it the same way with everyone else unless I absolutely had to talk to them or if they said "hi" or such.

I fiddled with my keys before going inside and locking the door immediately behind me. it's a useful habit but today it was very obligatory. I didn't want anyone following me or staring because they suspected I stole something or something like that. I was indeed hiding something....more precious than any other secret I've stored within me. It was for baby's protection.

I set him on my couch and carefully took a soft paper towel that I wet with warm water and gently cleaned him up. I knew he was starving so that meant running to the store and buying baby formula along with some toys, clothes and possibly a portable crib or bassinet. I didn't wanna leave baby here alone, yet it would be irresponsible of me to leave him here so I had to take him with me.

I already decided once I got back I would call the police and see if they could locate his mother or any other relatives of his. My gut told me his mother wouldn't want him back and or she's dead or out of the country doing whatever. I thought about what to do about the small little turquoise eyed baby boy laying on my couch with pillows around him to keep him from falling.

It just dawned on me that you're not supposed to keep a newborn on their backs, so I shifted him to his tummy. Tufts of auburn hair were protruding from his little round head. I couldn't help but bring myself to run my fingers over it. He was still making suckling noises, that snapped me out of my daze and made rush to grab a hat for baby. It was a soft blue hat with little duckies on it, one I had kept when I was a baby. I took baby's blanket and made it into a shaw like coat for him, then I took an old scarf and covered him up so he wouldn't get cold.

I scanned the room for anything I could use besides a dirty old box that was baby's home for the first few days of his life. Just thinking about it was gut-wrenching. I looked over to baby who was still laying on the couch, toying with the pillows set on either side for his safety. His eyes looked so tired and full of innocence. Of course he's innocent he's a baby. He was so vulnerable and helpless that the grisly thought of him not surviving one more day if I hadn't found him nearly killed me.

My eyes finally landed on a dresser drawer in my bedroom. I emptied out the books that were inside on to my bed and tucked inside three soft blankets before putting baby in there. I didn't really want the neighbors seeing me take a dresser drawer out in the hallway as it would draw unnecessary attention, Not that it was any of their business anyway. I meant it when I said I kept to myself. Me and baby flew down the hallway, after I finished locking up my apartment.

My car was parked in the apartment parking lot, next to a grey lexus. I clicked the button on my well used car remote that was swinged in with my car keys, and my apartment key as well along with a little green packers logo. I opened the car door and carefully placed the drawer in the backseat rear facing.

I just prayed it was safe seeing how I didn't have a carseat or anything for baby yet. I made sure his scarf and hat weren't too warm so he wouldn't overheat. Once I was satisfied that he was okay, I climbed into the driver's seat and we drive to the store. Target was the closet place. I parked the car and I gently grabbed baby and we went inside. A sense of happiness and relief washed over me. I would be leaving the store with a baby car seat, a bassinet, high chair and food for baby. And possibly more knowledge too.

Baby was too tiny to fit in the seating area of the shopping cart so that meant I had to carry him, but my arms started getting tired. I grabbed a shopping cart anyway and tried my hardest to balance it with one hand. I found the nearest employee working in the baby section and asked her if I could buy a baby carrier right now. "Of course. I can ring you up and you can continue shopping."

"Thank you so much." I grabbed a sturdy carrier and she scanned the price tag and then my card. "There you go you're all set" I smiled. "Thank you very much." I set baby in the carrier and pulled the veil built into the carrier down to keep any germs off him.

"You're son's adorable." The employee said. I didn't bother to correct her so I just accepted the compliment for what it was and thanked her with a smile. But that stuck with me. Son. The thought ricocheted in my head as a sudden pleasure grew on that title. I looked down at baby who was playing with his fingers. Maybe?

I continued on shopping, grabbing bottles, diapers, clothes, toys and a portable bassinet. I found some baby formula asking different clerks if it was safe for newborns. They all showed me different brands, but like with everyone, the most recommended was the one I chose.

I paid for the items and left the store quickly as possible. The medium colored clouds set in and small sprinkles of rain slowly drizzled down. The smush of the wet fall leaves that stood in between my boots and the rain. Me and baby rushed to the car, now feeling satisfied of the new things he has to help him. Somehow I could sense a feeling of relief and solace wash over the both of us. I looked down to be met with greenish-blue eyes and sweet deep dimples that I just discovered he had.

Ongoers noticed the tender sweet baby talk that was spilling from my lips by the minute. Bunches of "Yes you are's" were being spoken to baby which made him react with joy. I'm sure this was the most love that he's had in the little time of his life so far. Surely I was not his mother, just a 27 year old man who happened, completely by chance noticed a small infant in the dirty box that he laid in. Maybe this was fate? I shook it off not wanting to think to deeply about it.

I was just his temporary caregiver until he would be adopted by someone who could give him a stable home. Maybe even a pet? I imagined little baby playing on the swing set with his doggie running up to him desperately wanting his owner's attention that only the love of a child could provide for them. He would have playdates with the best friend he met at school, sleepovers with the boys on his soccer team, meet his first love and dream of marrying her as if she was the one....

I snapped out that daydream. I couldn't get attached. We both weren't ready for that. Adoption for baby would surely be a dream right? We arrived to the car where I unloaded everything in the trunk before picking baby up and returning the shopping cart to the store.

Man it felt nice to hold him again. Whoops...I mean my arms aren't tired anymore. I set baby aside as I was taking the drawer and moved it to the floor of the car and set up baby's carrier. I gently placed him inside and even gave him one of his little toys to keep him occupied. I couldn't feed him until we got home so there was no time to waste.

As I got in the driver's seat and put the key in, turning it...My mind wandered to what exactly would happen to baby. What if he didn't get a nice family? What if instead he would be raised only for the sole purpose of being a slave in a mean family's home? Or he was restricted from living his life normally due to the strictness and harshness of a mother and father who weren't to tightly wrapped themselves?

What if he was left to fend for himself with no one to love him and care for him? The harsh reality of the world set in the more I thought about baby's fate. But everyone always says two is better than one and baby needs two parents. But if those parents aren't gonna parent him in the right way....then would he really be better off?

Surely I could-

"We're here!" I said to myself trying to override the thought I was going to think that would distract me from my sensible thinking. I carried baby inside, and grabbed the things from the trunk and made my way upstairs to my apartment as fast as I could. A few elderly neighbors saw me and cooed about cute the little baby in my was. I smiled and thanked them before getting in the elevator hoping the doors would close as fast as possible.

Baby and me scurried inside once again just in time for baby to start crying. He was hungry of course. After closing and locking the door, I set him down on the couch, propping the pillows around him again and grabbed the formula from the bag and ran into the kitchen to fix it.

I followed the directions carefully trying the drown out the hungry cries from baby. "I know baby I know." I fixed it as fast as I could and while his bottle was heating up, I was successfully able to distract him.

Beep!

I turned around and flew into the kitchen and grabbed baby's bottle from the microwave. I pressed the bottle to my wrist and sat down next to baby. I gently picked baby up and inserted the bottle into his mouth. "It's not too hot is it?" Aw come on as if baby can talk. His button eyes looked into mine sucking away at his milk. Probably the first food he's had in days. "You're a hungry little guy aren't you? I know, I know. You're a little special baby. You're special because you're the sweetest little thing I've seen." I cooed.

I couldn't help but cloy baby. He was so small and new, bright eyes studying the room because he was so new to the world. I just felt this exquisite connection with him whilst looking into his fresh eyes. His mom didn't know what she was missing....or what she gave up. I smiled a warm smile and somehow I think he sensed the connection too.

I removed the bottle once he was finished. He drank all his milk. "Good boy!" I cooed cheerfully. Burp! I expected that.

I ate a quick dinner that night after baby went to sleep. I couldn't sleep a wink partly because of baby crying and needing his diaper changed or wanting to be rocked or something like that and the other because I was worried about him too. I put him in a fresh onesie and threw that old blue blanket in the wash.

I tossed and turned because I knew I was gonna have to call child services soon....but it just....this gut feeling. I mean he was already used to me so why would I give him up? I guess I used that to reason with myself. Who am I kidding? I'm only in my twenties I can't be raising a child! I have so much I wanna do, like travel and get married and start a family of my own one day. But despite all of those...Baby still played in my mind.

I couldn't be attached already right? And besides who would watch baby too? I have to go to work and run errands and he has to be babysat. I couldn't trust just anyone. All these thoughts raced through my head trying to get everything sorted out. Child services, doctor appointment, babysitter. My brain could've exploded.

But my alarm clock went off. Baby was still sleeping surprisingly so I tiptoed out of my bedroom into the bathroom where I took a quick shower. I would constantly check to see if baby was still sleeping and if I needed to change or feed him. That's pretty much what all babies do at the beginning of their first few months of life, eat, sleep and poop,

I brushed my teeth coming out of the shower and changed into my uniform. I carefully took baby from his bassinet and was going to give him his first bath. By the looks of it I don't even think baby was born in a hospital. His umbilical stub hadn't fallen off yet so I was cautious to how I bathed him. I quickly googled how to do it and got started immediately. Baby was so small that I was able to bathe him in the bathroom sink.

I filled the sink with a little water and used some mild baby soap and cleaned up baby. He seemed so happy to finally be clean and to be...loved. To have someone care enough about him to take him under their wing and care for him....I really hoped he would see it that way when he's older.

Me and baby hadn't eaten breakfast yet and I already had to be at work in 30 minutes so I had no choice but to call Gemma and ask if she could watch him. She'd said that she would be over right away, so that gave me and baby time to eat a small breakfast. I had a bowl of cereal and baby had some milk of course.

Gemma knocked on the door a couple minutes after I had put my bowl in the sink. "Hey gem!" I greeted happily. I was relieved to have some help. "Hey Haz. So where is this little bugger that you've been talking about on the phone?" I pointed over to baby who was in his bassinet. "Oi he's adorable!" Gemma cooed. "What's his name?"

"I just call him baby for now. Yeah he's my friend's nephew but right now his nickname is baby." I thought quickly cause I didn't want to explain the whole situation to Gemma just yet. It's not that I couldn't trust her it's just that....it's not like baby was my son. He was still sorta a strange baby without a home or name. Besides...I had to go to work.

"Thank you again for watching him, if you need to reach me you have my number and I left a list of things you're supposed to do with baby on the fridge. Thanks." I grabbed my coat and car keys. "Bye Gemma and bye baby!" I blew a kiss to both of them before dashing out the front door.

Work wasn't any easier. I kept thinking about baby and Gemma and how they were getting along at my apartment. Plus Mr Feltmen was once again being punctilious with the way I stocked the cereals or the way I put price tags on the sealed chicken dinners with my price gun. All because his wife said a few nasty comments on her way along with a big fat stack of divorce papers sent to him a couple days later.

My lunch break seemed to be relieving as I was able to call Gemma and ask her if her and baby were fine. "Oh yeah we're fine. Baby had a little hard time after you left but everything's okay now. He's taking a nap."

"What little hard time?" I asked kinda panicky. "Oh, he started crying because he wanted you. So when I showed him a picture of you, he calmed down." Sentiment washed over me. Baby wanted me? He missed me. My heart swelled with adoration and pride more than it should've for a baby who I'd only known for a day and half. "Thank you so much Gemma. I'll call you when I'm on my way home."

After I hung up, I searched up a really good pediatric doctor at the children's hospital and scheduled an appointment for baby later on today. I wanted to make sure he had his shots and everything he needed by the time social services came and got him. The thought broke me. I grievance pain struck me so I refused to ponder the thought more than necessary.

Baby really tugged at my heartstrings. I didn't wanna dive in heart first taking into consideration the logicalness of the situation. Was I really baby's best person to care for his every need? You're caring for him now. I swallowed hard at that and continued eating my lunch, not wasting time to get back to work.

The mid day night sky fell between 3 and 4 which is when my shift ended. The breeze sang it's fall time song the coziness of being warm in the cold started to take its toll. I grabbed my coat from the breakroom and hustled out the grocery store. "Have a good night Harry." I turned to my right to see my boss with a small tight smile and giving me a small stiff wave. "Thanks you too." I replied befuddled and tired at the same time.

As soon as I got into my car, I didn't waste time calling Gemma to inform her of my upcoming arrival. "Hey Gemma, I just got off work and I'm coming home right now okay? How is everything?"

I heard the sound of baby rattles and muffled cries that partially answered my question. "Oh everything's fine, baby just woke up from his nap and he's just been a little fussy that's all." I could sense Gemma regretted saying that last part. She realized how attached and concerned I was for baby. Way more than if it was just 'my friend's nephew' the way I said before.

"Okay, well I'll be home very soon." We hung up and then I started the car and pulled out of the parking lot very carefully. The drive home consisted of me trying to beat the clock so I could be on time for baby's doctor appointment. I concluded that one more night wouldn't be so bad for baby seeing how it was possibly too late to call social services anyway.

Was I just reasoning with myself?

Streetlights filled the downtown sidewalk. Oh how I missed late night walks and night drives through my city. Summer's were fun for it too, but it was just something about September, October and November that just had that fall time glow. That coziness of aroma around you. It was fun. Just me walking to and back from the library.

I snapped out of my nostalgia once I pulled up to the parking lot of my apartment.

I put the key through my front door lock and opened the door. "Hey Gem I'm home" Gemma ran up to me and hugged me which I returned. "Hey! How was work?" "Oh it was fine." My eyes glanced to baby sleeping in his bassinet. "How was baby?" Gemma looked to the sleeping newborn and back to me. "He was just fine. He was a little cranky today but above all a good boy."

I thanked Gemma who's coat I handed to her on the way out. "See you later be safe bye." "Bye." Gemma's voice trailed going out the door. I took off my coat before focusing my attention to baby. "Hey baby boy! Did you miss me? Yes you did! I know you did cause you're da-" I stopped myself. "You're a special baby! You're a little sweetheart aren't ya?" Oh how I desperately wanted cover those little rosy dimpled cheeks in hello kissys.

I quickly changed baby and put him into a new outfit before leaving for the doctor's. On the way, I put on the radio to some 90's music. He seemed to enjoy it. His little head bobbed to the infamous Alanis Morissette 'Ironic'. I kept checking the rearview mirror, making sure baby was okay. I was still new to this so I didn't spring for the expensive attachment mirror for baby car seats.

London children's hospital.

I turned to the left and pulled into the parking deck. I always loved the murk lighting of the in between ramps and parking spaces. The blueish sometimes yellow aesthetic lights were the only ray of light inside the closed in building that was usually filled to the brim with cars. I got baby's carrier out of the car with him in it and we traveled down to the entrance along with two other couples who either had babies or toddlers.

On the way, Baby was entranced by the colorful cars while we walked to the doors. A green honda, a blue civic, a sliver chevy, all had the baby's attention. We went inside the elevator and took it up to the offices on level 8. Inside, I just kept taking deep breaths and looked down at baby who was sleeping soundly. I hated knowing I would have to wake him up for his appointment.

I just don't know what would move me to do all this? Buying him clothes, baby formula, toys, bottles, taking him to the doctors? I didn't just take him the adoption agency before and let them do all this for him. I guess because I care too much...I care so much about other people and I don't regret it of course, but this time it really took me out of the way. Financially, Physically and Emotionally.

I looked down at baby who was still sleeping. I guess what I'm trying to comprehend is that baby is special, he's more than just some lost, injured puppy dog on the street...he was more than helping out a homeless person with a couple dollars, he was more than giving a tired sad stranger a smile. It was a deeper pleasure having baby.. it was.....it....

Three little words threatened to spill from my gut but I shut them out. After all he won't be with me long.

The sad realization grappled me. Ding! The elevator doors opened and I was instantly met with distance cries of babies and toddlers. The hall was empty and as I stepped out, I could breathe in the sterile air. The carpeted floor held rigid against my shoes as I walked down the corridor trying to find the Doctor Evan's office.

My hand weighed heavy as I held the carrier that was carrying a baby who was now wide awake and hungry. His little fussy whines made me rush inside so I could feed him before those little whimpers turned into blood curdling screams. "Hello." I said waiting for the receptionist to notice me. "Hi." she smiled. It was a young girl that looked to be in 20's. The first thing I noticed was her red bob and bright pink lipstick. Her earrings were the exact same ones my own mother had.

"You have an appointment?" I nodded before responding with a yes. "For?" Her voice trailed once she saw the name I confirmed for baby. "Baby styles." It sounded like I was posting an announcement on my instagram to welcome my new child. But nonetheless was his actual name as of now. "It's a nickname we always go by." As if that would make it all normal. The state didn't even know he existed until now so what was I to do. The receptionist smiled and gave me a clipboard with the patient fill out attached to it.

I thanked her before taking it and moving over to one of the seats in the back. Before I filled it out, I took a bottle of the baby bag and fed baby quickly. He's a fast eater so it wasn't too laborious. But after burping him and putting him back in his carrier, I filled out the form and gave it back to the receptionist. I sat back down and monitored baby. I took little peeks at him in between to make sure he was okay.

Time passed slowly it seemed. 4:25 went to 5:21 then to 5:36. Time went on like that even though we were only there for 25 minutes. "Baby styles?" Everyone in the waiting room looked up at that name which made me more self aware. I quickly picked up the carrier and the baby bag before walking over to the nurse who was holding the door open for the patient to enter.

"Hello..Mr styles?" I nodded. "Come follow me please." We went to a room that was yellow and decorated in Curious George stickers. I set the carrier on the chair next to me before taking baby out and putting him on the exam table that was specifically for babies. The nurse took his height and weight before writing them down. I noticed her eyebrows furrowed. She wanted to comment and ask if he was a was a preemie but she left that part up for the doctor.

She took his blood pressure and typed some things down on the computer. "You said he's newborn correct?" "Yes." I held my breathe. "He was born when?" "I think 5 or 4 days ago?" She continued typing.

"Okay. He is due for his hepatitis B, diphtheria, tetanus, pertussis and polio shots today." "Okay." "The doctor will be in shortly." The nurse smiled and left the chart on the outside of the door. I went over to baby and tickled his tummy a little. He giggled and started smiling. "Oh you're just a special little guy aren't you?" I cooed.

The doctor came in and I took my seat again. "Hi I'm Dr. Evan" she said holding out a hand for me to shake which I did. "And hello to you too handsome!" She said cooing to baby and shaking his hand as well. "You're here with daddy today?" My eyes traveled down. I knew I was gonna have to tell her. "Uh, Baby here is...well...I found him yesterday abandoned by the back of a school and so I took him in and I just brought him here today to make sure he was fine. That's why his name's baby and why he's a little underweight for a newborn."

The doctor took it all in before giving me a smile. "That's very commendable of you Mr. Styles. You did more for him than anyone else could've." I was proud of that statement. "Thank you. I wish he was my son though." I just said that?

She giggled. "I know it's very easy to get attached." I agreed. "it is." She took out her stethoscope and listened to baby's heart. "Very good." Then she listened to his stomach. "Very good."

"Mr styles, considering your case with baby right now, would you like to take him home today or did you wanna leave him here? I have to ask because you know..." I nodded. "Take him home." Dr Evan nodded and wrote something down. "We'll have to report this to the police and call children services. It's mandatory. But if you were to be interested in fostering or adopting baby then you can provide a word to a agency worker or lawyer. I'll put in a good word if you need it." She winked. That made me hopeful.

She continued the exam and asked me all the questions I could answer like when he eats, and sleeps and if he was fussy or calm most of them time. "I'll be right back with the vaccinations. I have to say Mr styles, when I listened to baby's heart, lungs and stomach....I don't think he would've made it another day if it weren't for you." She smiled. "Thank you!" I graciously said. Tears welled up in my eyes thinking about the actions of mine that save baby's life.

I looked over to baby who was examining the room carefully. Almost with detail as he became fascinated with the curious George stickers. "Yeah, he's funny isn't he?" I cooed. The nurse came back in with 5 shots on a small light pink tray. "Okay Mr styles, could you hold baby's arms please?" I gently intertwined baby's hands with mine. "Okay here comes the first one." Said the nurse after wiping down his thighs with alcohol wipes.

In went one needle followed by a loud cry from baby. My heart broke but i knew that this was the best thing for the vulnerable newborn. "I know baby boy but we gotta do this so you can be healthy." I said sweetly. I couldn't resist pressing sweet big kisses to his chubby cheeks.

That soothed him for a while until the last injection was given. A shriek was released from baby's small toothless mouth and fought back tears. It was painful enough to hear a baby cry, but when that baby.... felt like your own, it hit differently.

After all was done, I scooped him in my arms and hugged him tight. "Shhhh it's all over now." I rubbed his back desperately trying to soothe the little guy's cries. "I'm here for you, it's okay daddy's got you."

What?

I bit my tongue. I didn't mean that, I'm not daddy. It's just Harry or Mr styles.

Maybe not daddy yet. Oh shut up you always think sporadic!

I cleared my throat before setting baby back down in the table. I grabbed the baby bag and my jacket before settling baby in his carrier and then leaving.

"Would you like to make an appointment?" The receptionist asked. "Uh, not right now but I'll call later on." She nodded but I could tell she thought it was strange, I was strange I should say.

We left the office, heading back to the same elevator we came before. We went down to the parking deck and sudden ding! Snapped me out of my thoughts. The elevator doors opened to a mother pushing her disabled son in a wheelchair. I gave a polite smile which she returned.

She didn't think of me as a stranger to the baby I was holding in the carrier. I don't know why but I didn't feel like a stranger either to baby. He didn't feel strange to me despite me only knowing him for two days. I went back to my car with a heavy heart.

"We'll have to notify the police and children services because it's mandatory."

Those words ate at me. I didn't want them coming into my apartment and taking baby away from me.

I loved him.

Yes. I did! From the moment I met him I just couldn't let him go like that. He needed me, I was brought to him and I truly saw him as a priceless gift. Not something you have to pay for to raise. It was here I made a very crucial decision with baby. I was to adopt him.

The next day, children services came by along with the police. I let them in and asked them to take a seat. I brought baby out and set him down in his playpen.

"Thank you very much for welcoming us to your home first off. It has been brought to our attention that you found baby abandoned behind a school and so you took him in and cared for him right?" I nodded. The social worker wrote something down. "You took him to the doctor yesterday for a checkup and you reported your case to Dr Evan?"

"Yes." She wrote something down again. "I'm gonna ask you a few questions is that okay?" I agreed and we started. "Are you interested in adopting baby?" "Of course." "Are you in any relation or do you know any relatives of baby?" I shook my head. "No."

"Anyone in you're house that has criminal activity?" "Nope, it's just me and I've never been to jail or prison."

The social worker wrote something down and smiled. "Well you seem like a good candidate Mr styles. We'll have to take baby now but you still have a chance to adopt him. If you want baby specifically, then you can contact Sunnyside adoption center where baby will be taken and you can call and they'll give you an application and once you complete it and send it back, they'll schedule a meeting with you. The rest of the information is online at Sunnyside adoption center.com."

"Thank you very much." My eyes went to baby who was in his playpen. "Can I say goodbye first?" The social worker nodded and I picked baby up and held him.

"Okay baby this is the end now. I never got to name you or have you for that long but....I still treasure this time I spent with you. I'll try my best to have you again but if I can't..... I'll always love you. You'll always be my baby." His turquoise eyes looked into mine, his soft head with mini bald spots rested against my hand. I kissed his face one last time before giving him away to the social worker.

She smiled along with the two police officers. "Baby is very fortunate. I don't think he would've made it without your love." "Thank you." I said sheepishly. The trio left my apartment and I closed the door after them. I sat on my couch, scanning the room as if you say what just happened?.

Baby's bottle, his crib and clothes lied around the bedroom. Almost like a tornado had came and scattered everything around. I picked up one of his bottles and just... just broke down.

I've never loved anyone as hard or as much as I did baby. All I could see was those sweet little eyes and soft little fine hair. He was a quiet baby who rarely cried unless he wanted something or something was bothering him. Tears dropped on the floor and then on my jeans leaving wet splotches.

Baby. That was all that played on my mind. But it wasn't too late. I was determined to get baby back and adopt him.....no matter how long it took.

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