#how it made him feel responsible for his father's murder after his dad had called him the killer of his mother his whole life

[rollforjackass]

i could KILL him for this. motherfucker's every interaction with children has him being, if not nice, then at minimum kind and forgiving and genuinely invested in their wellbeing.

he asks crying kids what's the matter, he's afraid to hold a baby because he's worried he'll drop it, he goes after people who are mean to kids without a second thought. his whole mentorship with timothy hunter is him trying to do right by that kid no matter how he feels about it at the time. man would be the most loving dad in the world but because of his own awful goddamn father and the ways he thinks he takes after thomas, he doesn't think that's true. i hate.

#this panel made me SPITTING mad for real he breaks my heart #the way his father fucked up his whole mindset and self-image is something that makes me so violent #me rattling the bars of my cage yelling about how the family man arc was a vessel for conveying constantine's fears about his father #how it made him feel responsible for his father's murder after his dad had called him the killer of his mother his whole life #then made him a literal killer which turned that childhood nickname into a self-fulfilling prophecy & his dad into an unintended oracle #how constantine has always been afraid of becoming his father and yet that's exactly who he had to emulate to survive the world of magic #and then vertigo gave him the fucking rosacarnis arc which made him unwillingly a dad and his kids killers. i'm unwell #i NEED john constantine to know how good a person he really is and how loved any kid of his would be #the one thing new 52 did right for him was making him genuinely loving and caring towards rose #instead of making him pawn her off on everyone around him. which i fear a lot of writers would make him do these days #i NEED him to know he's better than who raised him #they say mary anne constantine would have been a good mother if she'd lived and i think there's a lot of her left in her son #not that he'd ever believe it #hellblazer #john constantine #i'm very emotional about him right now #oxly hollers

[paristheonewhoreads]

Little Bunny | Raider!Joel x F!reader

warnings: 18+ only, Dark!joel, dom!joel, age gap (Joel is 46, reader is 19), non-con, daddy kink, virgin!reader, sub!reader, innocents kink, oral sex (f!receiving), just the tip fucking?, thigh fucking??, indirect creampie???, somnophilia, pet names (sweetheart, bunny, peach, princess, etc.) toxic femininity, misogyny, groping, mentions of death, murder, slight gore and talks of needing to move a body. Joel is very talkative (calls us a bitch but idk if that’s a tw), and kinda filthy so be warned lol.

Synopsis: Your father leaves before you wake and in his place Joel is the man of the house. You try to get to know the mysterious stranger though he seems to want to do much more than just talk to you.

A/n: SMUT. (Finally huh?) Please if you are of any age younger than eighteen, DO NOT READ. Also, quick FYI this story takes place about ten years after the outbreak so things are relatively better than they would be if it were twenty years instead. That being said, enjoy!

P.s In my mind I’m writing about game Joel (because to me he’s just…better. No hate to Pedro I love him) having said that, it’s obviously up to you who you imagine when reading :)

Word count: 9.5k 𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 (that was an accident)

Series Masterlist | Main Masterlist | Joel Miller Masterlist

Chapter Two

The soft mellow breeze of spring flutters into your bedroom as you stir awake. Birds chirping outside welcoming you from your slumber. You sit up in bed with a yawn, and stretch your arms and back out after being curled up all night. It’s not as cold as it was during winter now that spring is here and the sun is a much more constant friend again, so sleeping with your window open is always a treat in the early mornings.

You push your soft pink floral bedsheets aside and slip your feet into your fuzzy slippers. The house is quiet. Strange, your father would be up by now either making breakfast or feeding the chickens out back. Either way, you make your way out of your room and into the kitchen. You stop before going in at your fathers door. Pressing your ear up against it to see if you hear him.

With no sound coming from the other side you decide to give a light knock on the wooden door, “Dad? Are you in there?” you ask just loud enough for him to have heard you on the other side.

There’s no response.

At this your brows furrow slightly, and you go to turn and open the bedroom door.

“He’s not here princess.” a honeyed voice calls behind you.

Turning back, you see Mr.Miller is standing at the end of the hallway, cup of coffee in hand.

“Hope you don’t mind, made myself a cup. Been a long time since I’ve had my morning fix.” he raises the mug up slightly.

You shake your head, “not at all, good morning.” you say anxiously. You don’t know why, but everytime-which haven’t been that many considering you’ve only interacted with him a handful of times, you body spikes in nervousness.

He makes you jittery. That being said it’s honestly a little silly, he doesn’t even speak or do much to make you feel this way. So you try to push that feeling deep down. Ignoring it.

With your hand off the doorknob, and being fully turned to him, you’re brought back to why your out in the hall in the first place.

“You said my fathers not here?” you recall, head tilting slightly, hands meeting at your front as they start to nervously fittle.

He doesn’t answer right away, just takes a look at you up and down. He takes in how you look in the mornings. Your hair is down, cascading down over your shoulders, not as neat as it had been last night, but not at all any less winsome. Your wearing a silk pink nightgown, white lace running along the neckline and helm. It had white bows too, two on either side of where the straps met the neckline and one right where the slit on your thigh began. A semi matching silk robe over it, given the slight chill in the morning air.

Your cute little fuzzy slippers on your feet. You look absolutely ravishing.

Fuck. And she’s only in her fucking pajamas? Joel thought to himself.

He clears his through and nods his head before taking a sip from his mug, “He and his men left at dawn, one of ‘em said they saw another group just west of here. I sent some of my men along with them too.” he explains.

You frown at this, pout prominent. He left? Without saying anything? That’s not like your father, he’d have woken you up or..maybe he left a-

“He wrote you a little something before he left.” Joel pipes up before making his way to you, he passes you by making his way into the living room and picking up a letter left on the coffe table.

He hands it to you, and you immediately feel yourself relax a little as you see his writing on the envelope.

A letter.

Is all it says, he’s never been one for writing. You carefully rip open the paper and pull out the letter, unfolding it.

Dear honey,

I’ll be gone by the time you wake up tomorrow and read this. I’ve been told that there is another group of men out west. Not as big as Joel’s, but they were seen with heavy arms and even a couple of horses. Not all of Joel’s men are in condition to go out there again, Joel included. So he and the ones who can’t will be staying behind to keep an eye on things here. Make sure he feels as welcome as he can. I’ll be back as soon as I can. Might take a couple of days, no more than a week. Take care of yourself and remember to feed the chickens when you wake up.

I’ll love you always,

dad.

You both ease up and tense as you read your thatchers words. His explanation for why he’s left is brief, but still you understand. His final farewell at the end of his note has you smile slightly. You sigh as you finish, putting the letter back in the envelope.

Looking up, you find Joel is still there, eyeing you almost expectingly.

“He give a good reason for why I stayed back?” he surprises you with a sly smile, and a light chuckle, rubbing the back of his neck. As if he was the one who was nervous.

You blink at him for a moment, not saying anything before you snap back into it, “he said you were in no condition to go and help.” The sentence, although not intentionally, comes out with a sharp tone.

Joel’s gaze hardens for a moment, jaw clenching, his hands curl into fists at his side. A look of spite flashes across his face, however, as quickly as it appears it vanishes.

“That how you talk to all your guests?” he nags.

Your eyes drop to the floor at his tone. He sounds as if he was your father scolding you. Looking down at the letter in your hands you recall what your father had told you.

“…Make sure he feels as welcome as he can…”

With a defeated sigh, your shoulders slump slightly.

Once again you meet his gaze with your own, “I’m sorry Mr.Miller, I guess I’m just…he’s never left so often in such little time before. And,well, he’s not exactly at his prime anymore…” you trail off.

Why would you even tell him that? He doesn’t care. Much less need to know why you’re being so rude.

His eyes softened at that, “I’m sure your old man will be just fine sweetheart.”

Him calling you sweetheart makes the nest of butterflies in your stomach flutter slightly.

You clear your throat, and that seems to relieve the tension and awkwardness in the room, “Have you had breakfast yet?” you mellow, slippers flip-flopping with each step you take as you make your way to the kitchen, Joel hot on your trail.

“No.” He says as he leans on the opposite side of the counter, just looking at you, “Not much of a breakfast person. Cup of coffee’s all I really need.”

Trying to be a good hostess you try to persuade him into eating, “well just coffee is no good. Especially since…“ you pause.

Why had Joel stayed behind? He seems perfectly fine. He walks okay, no limp. Doesn’t look bruised or beaten at all. Even looks rather energized from the nights rest he’d gotten.

The unsettling feeling you’d pushed down earlier rises and settles back in you gut as you see he really is in the condition to go out there again.

He gives you a quizzical look, lifting a brow at you. If he had taken it

“um, since you’re not well. My father said you’re not in a good condition.” you try not to let your suspicions glances be obvious as you turn around to rummage through the pantry.

You decide you’ll make eggs with potatoes and sausage. Last harvest the whole town had been quite overwhelmed with how many potatoes were had. So you figured you’d just have to try and sneak them into your meals until the hefty supply in potatoes went down.

“Well I’m starving.” you chirp, trying to change the subject again. Given the ugly look he’d given you in the living room, you didn’t want to grill him for answers just yet.

“How’s about I make us breakfast. Nothing too fancy, but definitely yummy.” You say placing all the ingredients on the counter.

He watches you move around the kitchen pulling out seasonings, pans, plates, all so smoothly. You work your way around, and in Les than thirty minutes you’ve got eggs and sausage cooked and plated. Potatoes still cooking on a pan, the sound of them frying filling the house along with the smell of the sausage.

You place a plate in front of him, handing him a fork and a glass of water.

You yourself sip on a green juice you drink every morning as you stir the potatoes once more.

Joel doesn’t dig in just yet, just observes you as if what you’re doing is so enchanting. Staring at your ass everytime you turn your back to him. He feels himself stiffen in the worn sweats your father had lended him. Trying to distract himself he looks at the clear glass in your hand, “what’s that your drinking?” He asks.

You look from the pan to him, and then to the glass half full in your hand. “Oh, um, this is a green juice I drink in the mornings. It’s supposed to help with digestion and make my skin look healthier.” as you say it, it sounds a little weird.

You’d always taken yourself very seriously in regards to your health. Always making sure you have enough protein and vitamins. Always drinking plenty of water. You suppose it’s because of how you’d lost your mother. She’d given her life to give light to you. Why shouldn’t you take care of yourself?

Maybe a bit dramatic, sure, but really there wasn’t at all anything bad with it. You wouldn’t call yourself high maintenance for your looks, more just your wellbeing.

“Um, you wanna try it?” you ask him after a beat of silence. Offering him the glass he looks at it for a moment, seemingly not really interested in it, but curiosity gets the better of him as he takes the cup from you.

His fingers brush against yours for a split second. You don’t seem to take much notice in it, but fuck if doesn’t feel the spark on his skin when in contact with yours.

You’re just that sweet, aren’t you bunny?

You give him a nod of encouragement to take a sip from the drink. To him you’d just nodded to the question he’d asked you in his head. Christ, if he didn’t want to just pounce on you.

He takes a sip of your mysterious green beverage, it’s not the most delightful think he’s tasted, but also not the most horrible.

“And you say you drink this every..?” he asks you even though he knows what you’d said before. Anything to hear you talk to him.

“Every morning.” You answer with a smile. He takes another sip, tasting it again, before shaking his head, “not for me. Don’t know how you drink that.” He exaggerates.

This makes you laugh, your giggle filling the kitchen. At the sound of your laughter Joel feels his hand twitch. The urge to calm his stuffing cock in his pants. God he needs you. If he doesn’t get his hands on you soon he’ll have to just take you whichever way it fits best.

You move back to the pan, potatoes ready now after one final stir, oblivious of the man across from you’s thoughts. You pick it up and move over to where he’s sitting, giving him two big spoonfuls on his plate before serving yourself some.

“It’s not that bad. Besides they pay off don’t they?” You joke as you gesture to your face, moving your head side to side in order to show off your glowing skin.

Joel admires you as you do so, and even when you go to fork at your food he still doesn’t break his gaze from looking at you.

“Yeah, guess they do.” is all he responds with before he’s digging into his own plate.

Breakfast goes by quickly as you both eat in silence. Once finished Joel excuses himself and wander to his room. You wash up before heading to your bedroom as well. After a nice shower, you change into a white lace babydoll top, some old light wash jean shorts, and your old white converses.You let your hair down so that it can air dry, and put on your gold heart locket.

After almost forgetting to feed the chickens, you go out into the backyard, grabbing a scoop full of dried corn you pour it into a small woven basket. Placing it on your hip, you begin to toss some of it on the ground, the chicks and their mothers rushing to you to get as much as they can.

Once they’ve been fed, you decide to stay outside and enjoy the warm breeze now that it’s noon. You head inside to get a something to read from the book shelf in the living room. You pick a random one you don’t believe you’ve read yet, and as you’re walking back you notice your fathers letter on the coffe table.

You swiftly pick it up and take it to your room. You’ve just finished stuffing it into your other small stack of journals and papers you’ve saved, when you hear a knock on the front door.

Knowing that it couldn’t have been your dad because of the knock itself, you wonder who it could be. Your halfway to the door when there’s another insistant knock.

You open the door to find another man you’ve never met before.

He’s got a raven mane on top his head, with a just as equally dark mustache and thick scuff growing along his jaw. Beauty marks pepper his face, and as you meet his dark eyes, he’s looking back at you with a gaze so deep you could get lost in them.

“Um,” you look around and behind him but he seems to be alone, “Can I help you…” you trail off.

“Tommy. Tommy Miller, a pleasure.” He introduces himself and extends a hand for you to shake. Tommy Miller?

Miller?

“You’re Joel’s..” you wait for him to answer you as you shake his hand. Unlike the other Miller he doesn’t squeeze as hard.

“Brother. I actually came here to speak to him. He in by any chance?” His heavy accent rings.

“Oh, um, yes. Yes he is. Come inside and I’ll go get him.” You push the front door open wider as the miller brother passes you and walks into the living room.

You don’t even need to go and get Joel because he’s already walking down the hall to the two of you. He’s changed into a dark green flannel and some worn jeans, boots heavy on his feet.

“Tommy.” He greets his brother.

You look between the two men, both of whom stand taller than yourself. You do see the similarities, their height, their eyes, thick southern accents, but other than that they’re both completely different from one another.

“Joel.” Tommy nods, “Came to talk to you ‘bout something.” he says with a look you can’t quite place your finger on.

Joel seems to know what it is, shakes his head

then looks to you, “mind given us a moment here princess?” he gestures between him and his brother.

At the pet name Tommy smirks, raising a brow at you. That makes your cheeks flare up, and your skin becomes warm. Joel notices, but his expression doesn’t change.

At the attention on both millers you become flustered, “Um,y-yeah. Sure.” You stammer, as you go to pick up your book. With a small smile you give Tommy in goodbye, you make your way out into the backyard again. You walk over to the swing chair that hangs from the big tree out back. It covers you in shade and you swing slightly on it as you read.

You’re only able to focus on your book for so long. Your mind wandering over to the two men inside. His brother just happened to stay too? I’d of thought he’d had sent him too. Tommy didn’t look mal for wear. If enything it seems the two brother would’ve been in perfect shape to go help your father.

Did Joel even answer my question on why he’d stayed?

Joel was a..peculiar man. The first interaction with him had been weird. Borderline creepy. How he’d squeezed your hand. He hasn’t said anything then. It took him until dinner when you were alone to finally talk to you.

You’re rarely put in situations where you need to be introduced yourself in your small town, but surely you’re supposed to say something. Not just stand there with a stoney look on your face.

After a couple moments you try to shake of your thoughts. You wouldn’t need to deal with him alone for long. Dad would be home by dinner tonight and once they’re settled in, he’ll find Joel and his men somewhere else to sleep and he’ll be out of your house. At a distance.

Thirty minutes later, and you’re so engrossed into the book your reading that you don’t notice when Joel steps outside, eyes squinting slightly from the brightness of the suns warmth. He spots you a little ways away and walks on over.

Once at the tree he leans against it, facing you, “Book good?” he asks.

You look up at him, giving him a small smile, “yeah it’s not bad. I’ve never read it before but it’s actually pretty good.” you explain.

“Yeah bet you know plenty about pretty things don’t you? Pretty girl.”

You heat up suddenly at his pet name for you, eyesight immediately moving down to the book in your hands as you become shy, “I-i guess so.” You talk to the book more rather than him.

“Why do you always do that?” his tone serious now.

Oh?

Looking back up at him, you give him a look, and he straightens up again, his features softening as well as his voice, he shrugs his shoulders, “ I’m just saying. Usually you’d at least say thank you when someone compliments you.” he all but scolds.

Panicked,your eyes widen, “oh- I’m sorry. I didn’t-I don’t-.” you scold yourself in your head.

Was that rude of me?

Taking breath, “I just don’t,” you start,”it’s not often I get told things like that.”

I don’t get told things like this by men like you.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to offend you. Thank you. It’s very sweet of you.” you say sheepishly with a tight lipped smile.

It’s embarrassing really, him having to tell you it wasn’t polite to not say thank you.

He makes a noise of understanding, nodding his head, “Well now, when I compliment you it’d be nice to here that from you. Let me know you like it.”

Do you like it?

A warmth settles into your tummy, “okay. I will from now on Mr.Miller. I didn't mean to be rude,” you try to reason “I guess I just don’t really talk to any new people really.”

“Well people say things like that all the time,” he pushes himself off the tree and steps in front of you. You crank your neck up to be able to see him, “especially to pretty girls like you.” his hand reaches out to run the back of his fingers down your cheek until he can hold your chin between his thumb and forefinger.

He smiles at you, but there’s something else behind it you just don’t-

Stop it. He’s being kind. He’s trying to be nice.

“Thank you.” you say blink up at him, voice meek, butterflies fluttering in your stomach again as you try to push away the unsettling feeling you’ve been getting since his arrival.

He caresses your jaw lightly with his thumb and takes a step back, letting go, “You’re welcome, princess.”

The encounter with Joel doesn’t leave your mind as the rest of the day goes by. All you can do is replay the scene over and over and over again in your head. Analyzing everything about it.

From the way he spoke to you once you’d said thank you.

“…Princess…”

Princess.

You feel yourself blush and you bit your lip in order to suppress the stupid smile that wants to plaster itself on your face, that insufferable feeling of something bubbling in your stomach intensifying.

To the way he’d touched you. His hands had felt rough when you’d shook them upon your first interaction. You never knew they could be so soft however. When it came to caressing your face they’d been so gentle.

Could a man like Joel miller be gentle?

They had been. So gentle. You couldn’t get over how his eyes had scanned your face as you’d looked up at him. His eyes lingering on your lips.

Did he like your lips? Were they as pretty as he’d said you were?

Would he have kissed you?

You shake your head as you dismiss the thought.

No that’s stupid.

Was it stupid though? So stupid that you’re currently trying to put more effort into your looks for dinner?

You sit at your vanity, starring at the girl looking back at you through the mirror. You’ve done up your hair is half up half down. You’d put in some old hair rollers that had given your hair some soft curls as they cascaded down your back. You’d added some lipstick to your cheeks as blush.

Not having much to work with in terms of makeup seen as most of it was over ten years old and more than likely long since experienced. All you can really do is just add some color to your cheeks,lips, and a little bit to the lid of your eyes.

You’d picked out another dress similar to yesterdays, a white knee length dress. It sits nicely on your body, or so the women of the town had said, whatever that may mean. It feels comfortable, so you go with it.

Dinner wouldn’t be much, just some vegetables, rice and some roasted rabbit your dad had in the slaughterhouse out back. You never went in there. Ever. When you’d been six your father had been working on the garden and you’d been playing and wondered into it.

Never again.

You’d screamed so loud people nearby had run up the hill to your home to see what was wrong.

You shiver and wiggle your body at the thought. Gross.

Joel had gone in there per your request. When you’d explained why you just couldn’t go in there he’d laughed at you.

You’d shoved him slightly with your shoulder, “hey it’s not funny! It was really scared. Left me traumatized even.” you smile as he chuckles.

“Don’t worry pretty girl, don’t gotta go in there anytime soon.” he’d said as he passed you after patting your head.

That’s another reason for you putting more effort into yourself tonight. You’d cooked the rice and chopped up the vegetables already. All that was left was the rabbit but you’d but that to cook about thirsty minutes ago so it’d be done in about fifteen more.

A once over as you fix your hair has you overthinking.

Is it too much? This is stupid. One compliment and your getting ready for…what? Him?

Before you can make up your mind on wether just taking this dress off along with the makeup there’s a knock on your door.

You stumble slightly on your bare feet, as you bad towards the door nervously, cracking it open so that only your head pops out.

Joel stands there still dressed in his same jeans he’d worn earlier only thing that’s different is he’s also bearfoot, and he’s wearing a white t-shirt that looks comfy. It hugs his upper body so…well.

You can see his broad shoulders, toned chest, even the muscles of his arms, which seem to be just about bursting through the seams.

At seeing you poke you’re head out of the door he raises a brow, “Dinners ready. Made sure it was cooked.” He says

“Oh you didn’t have to do that, I was just about to go and check on it.” You frown

“Well then how’s ‘bout you come on out of there then darlin’.”

“Well I would-I mean I will just-um.” you try to make something up to stay in a little longer. “just,I’ll be out in a second.” shutting the door softly you press your forehead to the door, eyes squeezing shut as you take a breath. You hear Joel start walking down the hall, footsteps heavy.

You’re already dressed you might as well just go out. No point in taking it off now that’s it’s on.

After a moment you force yourself to yank the door open and walk to the kitchen, you see Joel there, serving up two portions, table set.

He’s cutting up some of the rabbit. The dim lights in the kitchen cascading him in a low glow. He looks so..nice. Yeah, he looks nice. This is nice. Your nerves start to simmer down.

He looks up once he hears your soft steps along the hardwood floor, faltering once he takes you in.

Christ.

You’re standing there, looking like an absolute doll. Your hair is done up, he can see there’s more defined coils in your locks as they fall over your shoulders, framing your face.

Your dress isn’t necessarily anything special, but fuck if you don’t look gorgeous. It meets just above your knees, feet bare. You’re beautiful, look more..flushed. You have a tint to your cheeks and lips. He stares more at your lips. He can tell you put more effort in your appearance than you usually do.

You fiddle with your hands as you feel him take you in.

Did he like it?

Did he like you?

He sets the carving knife and meat fork down, not taking his eyes off you as he goes around the counter until he’s standing right infront of you again.

Neither of your gazes leave one another as he approaches you, “Look at you, princess. All dolled up.” He reaches out for you placing a hand on the curve of your waist, pulling you to fun slightly

His other hand goes to cup your face, tucking a stray piece of hair behind your ear.

“This all for me?” he tilts his head.

You feel yourself becoming warm and bubbly again, giving him a shy nod and small smile, “I thought maybe you’d, um,” you shrug, feeling embarrassed at admitting why you’d tried harder tonight.

“Don’t shy away now baby, tell me.” Joel urges you, hand on your waist sliding back and down to your lower back.

“I thought, maybe you’d..like it. Call me pretty again.” The words make you feel so much more embarrassed it’s practically mortifying.

“I don’t know it was dumb. I know you said I was, and-but I didn’t-“ your nervous rambling is cut short as Joel presses the hand on your lower back, hauling you forward until your pressed up against him.

You hand fly up to his strong chest, ruffling up the white shirt slightly. His touch alone making you feel dizzy.

“Of course I like it darling. I love it. You getting all dressed up for me. You look stunning n’ your lil’ white dress.” He cups your face, giving you a reassuring smile.

He loves it?

You look stunning.

He likes it.

You mirror his smile, feeling like you’d done a good job at making yourself look your best for him.

“I’m glad you like it Mr. Miller.” you giggle.

Joel hum, his yes looking over the features of your face until they land on your lips.

Oh god..

You bit your bottom lip and look up at him, his eyes snapping back to yours as they glimmer in the soft dim lighting of the kitchen.

He moves his face closer to yours, nose brushing against your own as he nudges you head to the side and up.

He’s going to kiss me. You thing dreamily.

He’s going to kiss me. You realize.

Eyes widening in a panic, you pull back, your hand pressing against his chest to halt him.

Joel’s eyebrows knit in confusion, but his hands tighten around you harder as he looks at you.

Frustratingly, his look of concern starts to simmer into one of annoyance and anger, “What’s wrong sweetheart? Thought you said you liked me. Ain’t this why you got all pretty for me?”

Your panic spikes more at his tone, he sounds a bit offended that you didn’t accept his kiss. Like he’d just given you a prize and you’d rejected it.

I didn’t mean to.

“I’ve never kissed anybody.” your nerves have you blurting out, cheeks flaring up.

There’s a beat of silence, but that only makes you feel more ashamed. You’d always felt a sort of shame at your own inexperience with these kind of..things. Although it’d never really matter to you enough to persue anyone or do anything like kiss someone. It would feel embarrassing when all the older women in town you would tease you.

“At this rate you’ll never find yourself a nice man to settle down with.”

“Men don’t take much a liking to girls as shy as you honey.”

“Can’t believe a young girl like you hasn’t been whisked away yet.”

“At your age I was already at least engaged.”

“Now how are you going to get yourself a husband like that, hm?”

That’s all the women would ever agree on when it came to you. They’d all agree when it came to your looks, and polite manners, but god forbid you not have a man yet. You’d tried, once. Really tried, but the boy you’d been talking to just wasn’t very pleasant to be around.

You didn’t exactly know why he hadn’t appealed to you. He was funny, not bad looking, just a year and a half older than you. Perhaps it was the way he’d been too touchy at first, or how he’d make ‘jokes’ about you and your body. Saying all the vulgar things he’d liked to do to you. It’d completely driven you away from ever interacting with anyone like that again.

And now you’ve denied a kiss from the only man besides your father that you’d wanted one from.

You sigh, eyes closing shut, your head drooping forward in shame, as you rest your forehead on his right peck. The urge to apologize for your lack of knowledge is strong. However the weight of embarrassment is stronger as it pulls down on your resolve to say anything.

Joel remains silent, and that only eats at you more. You feel like a complete and utter idiot.

Why did you even put on this stupid dress on for? A dumb compliment?

You’re a joke.

He untangles himself from you, stepping back, “Sit. I’ll serve you dinner.” is all he grunts out. Moving back to where he’d been cutting up the meat.

You feel yourself deflate, shoulders drooping. Not saying anything, you do what you’re told. Sitting there looking at nothing in particular.

Joel comes back with two plates in hand, along with a glass of water. He sets down a plate and the glass of water in front of you, and surprises you when he sits in what would typically be your fathers place.

He doesn’t look at you as he begins to pick food up with his fork, but all you can do is look at him. Silently pleading him to say something.

Did he not like you now that he knows you haven’t even kissed anyone yet?

He probably thinks you’re pathetic. Just like the women said.

You stare at him for a moment more, before deciding you’d rather just get dinner over with and lock yourself in your bedroom. Not really feeling hungry anymore, you just drink your water.

About fall glass in Joel speaks up, “I think it’s cute you haven’t kissed anyone before.” between a mouthful of food.

You bring the glass down from your mouth, setting it down on the table, “you think it’s..cute?” you say, baffled.

He just nods again, “You’re a special girl. A special girl needs her special first.” is all he says, still not looking up from his plate.

“When do you know who’s the special first?” you ask, hoping for an answer to the age long question.

Why can’t i seem to just find someone?

Joel stops chewing, meeting you eyes with his, “y’just do. Start getting all flushed. Your head is first to know. Makes you want to talk to them, get to know em’. Then it’s your body. Starts to get all hot, itching to touch.” He sees you look back down at your plate at that, and smirks.

You don’t look up from the food you’ve barely touched. It feels as if you took into his eyes again after what he’d just said, that he’ll know. He’ll know you feel that way about him.

So you don’t look up, even as he continues, “start to ache between your legs. Getting all tingly, you’re body knows what you want even if your brain doesn’t.”

Is that why you’ve been feeling that way?

Does your body know it wants him?

“It’s nothing to be ashamed of, s’just natural. We all react the same way, our bodies..in a sense.” He chuckles the last works.

Nothing is spoken the rest of dinner, it doesn’t even last more than thirty minutes because you suddenly begin to feel your head pounding, mouth dry. You raise you hand up to your forehead to try and somehow calm the ache.

Joel sees this, “y’alright there sugar?” his voice sounds far away.

“Y-yeah. I-i just- need to, go to bed.” is all you can utter. You go to stand up, only for your legs to wobble before they give out beneath you.

Arms grasp yours for support, your vision becoming blurry, sounds muffled.

“J-Joel?” your say, before you go limp, world going dark.

He’d thought the pills would’ve taken more than a damn half hour to kick in.

You’d practically guzzled the whole glass.

He can’t blame you, poor thing. Nervous beyond belief, all fidgety. You never were very still, always moving, always doing something. He'd had a fantasy about taking you in your bed, in your bedroom, when he’d first glanced into it as your father had taken him to his room.

Walls a light pink, all white furniture that had surprisingly been kept in remarkable condition given the circumstances of the world. Warm pink sheets, white fluffy pillows, white curtains that didn’t do much to obscure the view of inside from the other side of the window.

You had some stuffed animals on your bed too, an old small stuffed bunny.

That’d been how he got your nickname.

His little bunny.

Your bedroom had been the embodiment of you.

He steps into your room, the soft light from your bedside table lamp illuminates the space, fairy lights around the archway of your closet, does the rest. Your vanity still has some of the things you’d used to get yourself ready scattered on top.

Walking to your bed, he lays you down, your hair splaying out around you like a halo.

You’re out cold. Don’t even move as the bed dips, with the weight of his body on it. Joel can’t stop looking at you, more specifically your tits.

He was always more of a tits man over an ass. Though he could appreciate the presence of both.

They’ve been pushing up against the low neckline of the dress all evening. Not bursting out, but definitely needing to be left out. Spreading your legs, he runs his calloused hands from the sides of your knees up your thighs, dress becoming bunched up as they slip under the fabric.

Shit, your so fucking soft everywhere. Your hands, your face, your voice, legs, body, all of you. It makes him want to squeeze you so tight he’s worried he’d break you.

Maybe he will, but certainly not yet. No. He’d have his fun with you. Break you down bit by bit till you yourself collapse with no other option but to have him build you back up.

His hands reach your panties, he feels at them, the texture seeming to be lace, as he imagines the intricate details, they toy with the band, and he pulls at it, stretching it out till it can’t anymore.

He lets it go, and it snaps back into place. Smacking your skin as it does. He glances up at your face, you don’t even flinch.

“Worked like a fuckin charm didn’t they baby?” he coos at you.

As if you’d answer.

He thinks to himself. Grinning like it’s funny. He moves his hand once again, this time up the sides of your stomach up your ribs. Feeling the goosebumps he leaves in the wake of his touch. They stop once they feel the wire of your bra, letting only his thumb feel the smooth material of it, over where your nipples would be.

Sliding them behind you, he expertly unclasps the hooks behind your back, seeing your breasts lose the support of it as they settle naturally on your chest.

“God your so fucking pretty, bunny. Such a good girl, hm? Getting all pretty for me just to catch my attention.” he doesn’t care that you won’t respond, might even prefer it.

Pulling his hands back from under your dress, he gropes your breasts, feeling them up as they fill his palms. Squeezing till he can see, your skin pale at the pressure, then releasing to see the imprints of his fingers begin to redden. His cock strains, begs, to be let out as it presses against his jeans, but he pursues.

Tracing the neckline of your dress up to the thin straps he pulls them down along with your bra, slipping them through your arms and throwing the bra aside on the bed as he pulls the dress completely off of down and off your body.

He could bust in his pants just by looking at you.

Tits bare, in nothing more than some white lace panties, with matching bows. If he had his fucking phone, he’d take so many pictures of you, save them for later use when he needs to blow one and you’re not there.

He relishes in the view. Committing every detail of you to memory. The way your chest rises and falls with each instinctual breath, the way your hair framed your peaceful angelic face. He can’t take it any longer, as he immediately falls on top of you, hands flying to your breasts as he needs them, mouth kissing and sucking lightly at the pillowy flesh.

Can’t mark you just yet baby.

“Have to wait.” He mumbles against your breast, beard a rough, striking, contrast from your softness. Just like him. His mouth connects with your hard nipple, sucking and licking at it like he’d actually get something to come out.

The sounds of him are obscene as the echo through the room. He’s sure your father could hear it from his room if he was still alive to be here.

Joel switches from one nipple to the other, basking in the warmth of your skin. This continues for a while, swirling his touch around you nubs before he’s skimming one hand down the length of your torso, until they meet the fabric of your panties again.

Not wasting any time he slips a hand in, running a finger down to your clit, rubbing lazy circles softly.

This, you do stir at. Your head falling to the side, as your legs twitch inward slightly, breathing patter changing, “feels good doesn’t it sweetheart? Yeah, it does. Pretty pussy hasn’t been touched the way it deserves has it?”

Slipping a finger through your fold he groans against your skin, “fuck your a mess. Little bitch, I haven’t even touched you yet, baby.”. Once he gets his fill from your breasts, he kisses down past the curve of your boob, onto your stomach until his face reaches your panties.

Kneeling in between your legs Joel doesn’t even think twice before he buries his face into your clothed pussy, inhaling your musky sent. You smell perfect, he’s practically itching to rip your underwear off.

He resists however, wanting this to last a little longer before he takes what he wants from you. He won’t fuck you tonight, no. He wants to hear all the noises you’ll make once he’s balls deep in you, tearing you in half as you try to accommodate him in you. Wants to feel you scratch and claw at his back from how hard he’s pounding into your tight hole.

This time when his cock twitches he listens to it, practically ripping his belt off, and pulling at the zipper on his crotch. He gets harder as the cool spring air make contact with his skin.

Leaning back on his knees he spreads your legs more, until he has a perfect view of the wet spot that’s soaked through the thin material of your underwear.

“Need to taste you first bunny.” he grumbles, and hurries to hook his fingers onto the waistband of them before sliding them down your legs, carefully placing them next to you.

Laying down now as he comes to settle between your thighs, hands feeling the skin there too.

“You don’t understand how badly I’ve wanted to touch you like this, bunny. From the moment I saw you I wanted you just like this.” He kisses up the inside of your thigh, alternating between your two legs until he places a single kiss onto your folds, nose nudging your clit.

He languidly flattens his tongue, the putter walls of your pussy opening up to let him skim your slit with it. He looks up at you for any reaction, all he gets is your eyebrows furrowing and a whimper that doesn’t quite make it out as you once again turn your head to the opposite side.

Joel smiles into your pussy, and dives in completely. He licks at your slit before he’s latched onto your clit. Swirling his round around and then flattening it again. Trying to get even deeper, he shakes his head as he presses into you.

“Fuck you taste so sweet princess.” He whispers into you, one hand going up to group your left tit while he continues to eat you out. Horrendously filthy noises filling your pretty pink bedroom as he abuses your cunt.

His other hand comes to rub the sensitive nub between your legs as he slips his tounge into you, fucking you with it. It doesn’t take long before your pussy is nice and puffy. Shades of red and pink glistening with your wetness and his saliva.

He feels you clench on his young and hums, “yeah baby? You like that? Like when daddy fucks you’re right little hole him?”

You’ve started to whimper in your drug induced sleep, hands subconsciously tightening and bunching up your pillow and sheets. Legs threatening to close around Joel’s head so much he has to use the bad on your breast to keep you open for him.

The one rubbing your clit moves down to your slit, lightly prodding at your hole, “gonna have to be a big girl and take it baby” is all the warning he gives you, before he begins to slip his finger inside.

You’re whole body twitches, he can see your stomach tighten at the intrusion, your breath is heavy now, you’re practically panting. None of that matters however, because you suck his digit in until he’s knuckle deep.

“Thaats it baby, fuck. Look at you, taking it so well sweetheart.” he begins to move his finger in and out, the mixture of wetness making it slip through with ease.

His mouth latches back onto your clit, and something in him bend with his desire for you that he bite down on it. Not too hard, but just enough to where you’re moaning out loud in your sleep. Legs kicking lightly as you squirm to try and get away. His free hand holds you in place, once again running his tounch over to soothe the pain.

It doesn’t take long before another finger is joining the first. He feels more resistance than he did with the first one, your walls a bit harder to push by, but he makes it fit. He’s pumping them into you roughly and faster now.

Fells you begin to tighten more and more the longer he goes on, “that’s right bunny, come for me. Come for daddy baby. That’s it, fuck, that’s it baby yeahh.” you mewl in response to your bodies release as you cream around Joel’s fingers. Legs instinctively clamping shut, squeezing his hand I between.

He lets you ride it out as you feverishly hump up into his hand. Slowly dragging them out, he doesn’t waste time as he sucks at them, savoring the taste of your essence, then dives back into the main source, drinking it up like it’s the sweetest nectar there is.

Once he’s got you all cleaned up, pussy stretched and looking absolutely ready to be fucked, he takes his cock in hand. Using your wetness to line himself up as he jerks himself a couple of times.

“Maybe we could just put the tip in hm baby? Would you like that? Get a taste of daddy’s cock in your pussy? Yeah, I think you’d like that you little whore.” He grunts out.

He scoots closer to you knees meeting the curve of your as, thighs prest against the back of yours as he lines himself up, “juust the tip honey. Just a little bit.” he reassures himself.

He meets resistance as his engorged, angrily red tip tries to squeeze in, “shit your so fucking tight. Won’t even let me in without having to hurt you sugar. Bet you like it like this, like it to hurt. Dirty girl.”

He hunches forward, using one arm to hold himself up so that he doesn’t crush you, applying more pressure until he pops right in, your pussy squelching.

He groans loudly you can hear it from anywhere in the house, “fuck! That’s it you little bitch, take what I fucking give you baby. Shit you feel so good.”

You moan loudly as he groans, legs once again trying to close, only to be met with his torso between them. Joel only fucks you for a small while, savoring being inside you, before he’s pulling out.

He hears you whimper at the lost of contact and chuckles, “yeah? You miss it baby? Little slut hasn’t even had the whole thing and she wants more. We’ll get there honey don’t you worry.” His cock lays on your pulsing pussy, slapping it on your wet folds.

“Shit I can feel your heart beat from here, I promise I’ll give you more soon baby. S’long as you don’t make it too hard for me.” Even asleep you look so beautiful. A thin layer of sweat sheens your body, making you shine as the light from your bedroom reflects of you.

“Blissfully fucked out already,” he laughs, “and I haven’t even fucked you yet.” He says as he takes both your legs, cock nestled between your thighs.

“How’s ’bout we finish this and go to sleep huh baby? Old man starting to smell over there in the other room. Gonna have to get rid of him once I’m done with you.”. Then he’s fucking your thighs like there is no tomorrow.

The sound of skin on skin fills the room, your bed creaking with each thrust, his balls slapping against your ass, “FUCK! I can’t wait to fuck you, can’t wait to feel your warm pussy squeeze me till I cum in ‘ya. Get you nice and full of me till your dripping.”

Your tits bounce up and down as his manic thrusts don’t stop, the sounds of your slick making his dick slid between your thighs.

It doesn’t take long for Joel to feel his own release creeping up on him, “Fuck I’m gonna come baby, gonna paint you all white and pretty. SHIT! Ohh fuckfuck FUCK! that’s right you bitch take it. Fucking-take it.” His balls tighten as he begins to come, shot after shot landing on your stomach, so much that it fills your belly button up.

Joel allows himself to collapse onto you, breath heavily and hot against your ear as he pants like a damn dog.

He stays like that with you for a little while.

“Y’did so well for me sweetheart. So good for your daddy.” he whispers into your ear, placing a kiss just under it goodbye as he lifts himself back up.

“Can’t have none of it going to waste now can we?” He asks you scooping his cum off your belly with his finger and sliding it down, pushing it into your pussy. He repeats this until he’s got most of himself in you. Smearing the rest onto your puffy putter lips.

Satisfied and sated he tucks his softened cock back into his pants, zipping himself back up. He pats your pussy, before he’s putting your panties back on, along with your dress, not caring much about the bra.

He tucks you into your bed, giving you a kiss on the forehead.

He’d wait until you were awake to give you a real kiss.

Shutting the door behind him, he goes to the front door of the house. He pulls it open and outside by the tree near the fence that surrounds your home, Tommy stands there, smoking cigarettes as he leans against the tall wood.

Once he sees Joel he makes his way over, “The hell did you get that?” Joel asks, snatching it from his brothers lips.

“Ay, now. Watch it, I got it from one of the old hags husband, had a whole drawer full of ‘em.” Tommy tries to snatch it back.

Joel keeps it out of reach, before bringing it to his lips and taking a couple puffs, then dropping it.

Tommy sighs, stepping on it for him “so, heard you having some fun with the little lady. She as good as you’d wanted her to be?” he smirks.

“Ain’t none of your business now ain’t it little brother.” Joel turns back into the house, Tommy stepping in behind him.

“Just want to know my big brother can still get it up. Y’a Old dog.” he says, chuckling.

Said older brother doesn’t answer, just keeps on walking through the house, down the hall until he reaches your fathers bedroom door.

“Y’know, it’s pretty sick how you can go on and fuck the man’s daughter while he’s rotting not even 20 feet away.” the younger miller says, noticing the small pink flowers painted on the door across the one he’s about to go into

“She in there? Mind if I take a look see?” Hinting towards your door.

“Y’help me move the old fucker outta here and maybe I’ll grace you with a peek. And I ain’t fuck her yet.” Joel opens the door.

Tommy doesn’t get a chance to ask more as the reeking stench of death and decay wafts into his face.

The younger man’s nose wrinkles at the grim smell, “well shit, the fact you can’t smell him from outside is just about any godsend you get these days.” he gets to work on wrapping the body up in the worn quilt it lay on.

Your father had been a foolish man. Gullible. It didn’t take much to have the old man take pity on Joel and his men when he’d found them. Even when the rest of your fathers men were reluctant to help.

He’d invited them into your town, gave Joel of all people a place to stay at his own home. Old man was too trusting for his own good. Now he’d paid the price.

His face hadn’t changed from when Joel had last seen him. It had been the night of Joel’s arrival, after you’d gone to sleep that the two men had talked about leading a party of men out seeing as there had been ‘another group’ spotted.

No doubt the rest of Joel’s crew. Joel had suggested they leave at dawn, before you’d wake up. Then given your father a lame ass excuse on why he couldn’t accompany them but reassured your father he would tell some of his group to go with them.

Your father hard written you the letter and placed it on the living room coffe table. It was only then that Joel struck, swinging the metal baseball bat he’d found tucked away in the closet of his own bedroom.

The grotesque sound of his skull cracking, accompanied by the splat of blood that came from the old man’s head as his body fell face first on his bed was all there was to be heard.

Surprisingly the old fucker hadn’t died, only started moving once Joel had moved his limp body to lay completely on the bed, “y’know I’d really hoped that you’d have made this easier.” as he grabbed the pillow from beside the bleeding man’s head.

He pressed it into his face, and naturally the body beneath him started to thrash and kick. His hands clawing at anything they could grab, trying to fight for the a breath of air as the weight on top of him only increased. Joel suffocated the life out of him, eventually going still.

It didn’t pain Joel to do this, he’d done worst. He will do worst if he needs to.

He’d snuck into your room that night too. Just moments after killing your father in the room right across from yours. You were sound asleep, not a clue in the world that you’d just lost everything.

He’d smiled down at you as he ran his fingers down your cheek, “little bunny, you’ll forgive me one day baby. I promise.” he’d whispered, giving you a small kiss on the corner of your lip.

Now standing here, twenty-four hours later, your father is starting to smell. Opening the window to both your and his room had only done so much. It was time to move the bastard out of the house, dump him a couple miles into the woods.

Both millers carried him out through the front door, down into an old bin, “I’ll make sure to go and drop him off at dawn.” Tommy said.

Nodding, “You do that, little brother.” Joel says. Patting the other on the shoulder, turning back towards the house.

Turning back, to you.

#joel miller x reader #joel miller x you #pedro pascal #joel miller the last of us #dark!joel miller

[keischreiber]

Okay, okay. So, I think the fandom agrees that eventually, Reiner's gonna be trading his Herculean physique for a dad bod. Which makes sense given... y'all have seen his shitty father's body, right? According to Isayama, Reiner's fantastic build isn't because of his workout routine or training, but it's more because he's genetically meant to look that way.

So like... imagine how, he's trying to keep himself in good shape because he always finds it adorable and endearing how your stare chases after him.

Post Rumbling he gets into the more domestic life. While he does work, you make sure that he's well pampered. That includes him just indulging in your cooking. At first, he's very reserved about the eating. But he likes it when you cook, even if the food doesn't always come out the way that you want it too. He'd always be there to have the last piece, or the last slice, even when you tell him that he doesn't need to force himself to eat a "failed experiment". Instead of doing what you say, he instead gives you feedback on what he thinks of it, and encourages you to cook more because he enjoyed coming home to your home-cooked meals.

"I think I'm getting out of shape..." He mutters to himself after coming out of the shower and checking himself in the mirror. Pinching a good layer of fat.

There was an obvious layer of flab that wasn't there a month or two ago. With how taxing work had been, he hardly has the time to go over his workout routine due to being tired and would rather just cozy up with you and a good bowl of whatever it is that you made for the day than spend any more time away from you than he already does.

"What do you mean? You look fine." Was your only response as you looked at him.

"But don't you like the muscles... this thing right here?"

Reiner takes your hand and places it on his torso, letting you feel the abs that were at the early stages of its disappearance.

You of course blushed when he did this. Not because he called you out, but more because, he now feels more comfortable with your touch when... back then, he would flinch, not wanting you to touch the body of a murderer.

"Reiner, it's not about the muscles." You tell him, letting your hands wonder to his side so you can pinch his current dilemma. While the nice hard abs were tantalizing... the squishiness of his sides and getting a reaction from him... the small grunt, the whispered whine, the withheld moan that he just did when you gave him a squeeze or two... really did something to you. Not, forgetting of course, how his face looked when you did.

"I-it's not?" He tried confirming, a soft blush dusting his cheeks.

"It's always just been about you. Regardless of whether you've got Helos' physique or the newly installed Reiner love handles—" You were cut short for a moment, a small 'Ow' leaving your lips when he smacked your behind, mouthing off not to call it that. But you just giggled. "As I was saying before you rudely interrupted me..." You continued.

"This? All of this is you. And that's all that matters to me. Besides, gives me more to love on."

"You want... more of me to love?"

"Of course I do. Why does that even sound like a surprise to you?"

He could cry right then and there. Reiner just ends up pulling you in a tight embrace, happily smiling to himself as he smothers you with affection. To be honest, he's still having a hard time feeling that he deserved love and acceptance, but thanks to being with you everyday... he was learning to do so more and more.

And he wouldn't have it any other way.

#◆ musings. #◆ imagines. #reiner braun #reiner #reiner x reader #reiner x you #aot #attack on titan #fluff #body posititivity #I often see Reiner being supportive whenever his SO has body insecurities. #So I thought it'd be nice to show the same in the event that he would feel insecure or anxious about his.

[cherienymphe]

Stranger Things (Peter Parker x Reader)

WARNINGS: DUB-CON, implied murder, changeling!Peter

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summary: He looked like Peter, and he sounded like Peter...but the man you'd been sleeping next to for months was not your boyfriend.

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A simple trip across the water.

That was all it took to turn your life into a nightmare.

It had been Peter’s idea, backpacking and camping across Europe for your 2-year anniversary. You’d never been much of an outdoor person, but with Peter, he had a tendency to make you feel comfortable doing all sorts of new things you would’ve never considered otherwise. It didn’t take much convincing, agreeing with a bashful smile while he kissed you.

You’d left in the early hours of the morning, waving your neighbor goodbye as she stood outside checking her mail. Everything had been smooth sailing. Airport security, the plane ride, the landing, and even finally getting to your first destination. You’d never been much for the wild or anything related, but being with Peter made you admit to almost loving it. Two weeks of bliss and new experiences that you knew you’d tell your grandkids about one day.

You were having the time of your life.

And then it all came crashing down.

Waking up to find Peter gone wasn’t a strange occurrence. Sometimes he was cooking something over the fire, but most times he was just relieving himself in the trees. However, after about 10 minutes or so with no sign of him, you’d grown worried.

“Peter?” you had called out, zipping up your jacket to protect you from the cool morning air.

With no reply, your worry had only grown. The only sound to meet you was that of the occasional bird and the crunch of dirt and rocks beneath your feet. He never went far into the trees, and you’d walked much further than he ever would’ve gone with still no sign of him. Despite how much you were telling yourself not to panic, your brain and heart weren’t really on the same page.

With no texts from him and no sign of him, Peter was officially considered missing by the next day.

“Your father and I will be there in about two days,” your mother told you over the phone, voice thick with emotion.

She had grown to love Peter like a son in the two years that you’d been with him, so this was just as hard for her. His aunt May was supposed to be coming a few days after them, unable to get a flight right away. The authorities were as helpful as they could be, but your father didn’t exactly agree.

“Have you searched this area? And what about here? I’m not understanding why you’re not looking everywhere possible,” he’d snapped at one of the men.

“Dad,” you had chastised, frowning at him.

He loved Peter just as much as your mom, and you knew that he was only frustrated and as scared as you, but you didn’t think it was fair for him to take it out on people who were only trying to do their job. His face had fallen, and he’d sighed, making his way over to you.

“I’m sorry, kiddo,” he’d apologized. “I just feel like they could be doing more.”

“They’re trying, okay?” you had tearfully said, wiping your face.

However, your dad’s anger and frustration were nothing in comparison to May’s. After she’d hugged you for what felt like hours, she’d rounded on the nearest man possible, tearing into him like he was personally responsible for Peter’s disappearance. Your lack of information to provide didn’t help things either. After all, Peter had been at your side when you went to sleep, and when you woke up, it was as if he’d walked off with no trace.

The idea that he could’ve just…left had never crossed your mind. It was unfathomable to you, and yet… They hadn’t been able to find any sign of a struggle nor any indication that he’d gotten lost and hurt himself. There’d been no stray hair of his or shoe prints or even some fabric from his clothing. It was as if someone had reached down from the sky and plucked Peter from where he stood.

Eleven days.

That was how long Peter had been missing.

It was eleven days of torture and turmoil and worry that was slowly but surely bleeding into grief. The worst-case scenario haunted you from the back of your mind, and you’d been fighting against every fiber of your being to ignore it. What if he was dead? What if there was no sign of him because there was nothing left to be found? It was eleven days of little to no sleep, and unfortunately, you looked like it.

Your hope never waned, and you were days away from going out into those woods yourself when May got the call. You couldn’t deny the way your heart had fallen when she answered it, half expecting to hear that they’d found his body. However, the tears that filled her eyes, and the relief that washed over her face had you stumbling to your feet.

May was the first to run into the station with you and your parents close behind. When you’d made it through the doors, the older woman already had her arms wrapped around him. Her sobs of relief were loud, and you found yourself slowing to a stop. They were swaying from side to side, and after a while, almost reluctantly it seemed, Peter hugged her back.

Looking back, that should’ve been the first sign that something wasn’t right.

You’d just been so relieved that you’d overlooked it. You’d overlooked all of them in the beginning. Like the fact that for someone lost in the wilderness for days, he’d looked perfectly fine. Not so much as a scratch or a speck of dirt had been on him. You had felt frozen when he pulled away from May, your own parents rushing past you to hug him as well. However, his gaze hadn’t been on any of them.

Peter’s eyes had met yours, and without even realizing it, a shudder had passed through you.

They were the same shade of dark brown that they always were, the same shade as his hair, and yet…something about them was so different. Your parents and May fussed over him and cried over him all the while you, his girlfriend of two years, couldn’t even move. When he pulled away from them, straightening himself to his full height, they all turned to look at you.

You realized how odd you were acting, but every time you tried to move…you couldn’t.

Something wasn’t right.

“Y/N?”

Peter said your name, and you blinked as he took a step closer. Peter’s voice was the same as ever, and after not hearing it for almost two weeks, you should’ve been falling into his arms at the sound of it. You should’ve, but you couldn’t because even though Peter’s voice was the same…. The sound of your name falling from his lips didn’t sound quite right.

It sounded…off.

And yet, when he moved closer to you, resting his hands on your arms, you crumbled.

Peter was quick to catch you, holding you to him as you cried into his chest. You didn’t note until much later that he hadn’t even smelled like he’d been out in the wilderness for over a week. He’d smelled like he’d just rolled out of bed, but you hadn’t cared. You’d only allowed yourself to feel relief at the feel of being in his arms again. He had shushed you in that soothing voice of his, heart so calm within his chest as he repeatedly told you that he was here now, and he wouldn’t be going anywhere.

As he petted your head, you remembered thinking how he’d never done that before.

Peter had no memory of those eleven days. No matter how much the police pressed and how many specialists he’d seen, it was like there was a blank spot in his brain where those days should’ve been. It had worried you, it had worried May even more, but seeing as he was unharmed and seemingly no crime had been committed, there wasn’t much they could do.

The relief was contagious when you finally were able to go home. May was still somewhat of a wreck, determined to take Peter back home with her just to look after him for a bit. It was clear the incident had scared her the most out of everyone, and you knew that she just wanted him nearby. You understood it. You respected it, but Peter had been adamant about going back to your shared home with you.

The slight hurt on May’s face had you speaking up.

“Maybe you should stay with May for a few days,” you’d softly told him. “I think she needs this.”

That last part had been just for him, and Peter hadn’t torn his gaze away from your own as he replied.

“All I thought about was you,” he said, loud enough for his aunt to hear. “I don’t want to be away from you.”

“Y/N can come to,” May had interjected, and you glanced at her with a nod.

However, Peter wasn’t hearing it, and May was forced to accept that Peter simply wanted to just be at home, right now. You had both hugged her goodbye at the airport, doing the same a day later with your parents when they finally left your house. You and Peter were alone, and for some reason, that thought didn’t comfort you.

“I was so scared,” you heard yourself saying later in the evening, Peter’s face in your hands.

He was sitting on your bed, looking up at you as you stood between his legs. He didn’t reply right away, content to just drink you in it seemed. He did that a lot since he returned. Stare at you without saying a word, and you once again found yourself wondering what happened to him while he was gone.

“I…I thought the worst and…”

You trailed off, not quite able to voice your fears.

Again, Peter said nothing, simply taking you in, and you swallowed. You brushed your thumb over his skin, staring into his eyes when he eventually reached up to rest his hands on your waist. He kneaded at your skin through your shirt, dark eyes still on yours…unblinking. It was unnerving, and only when you frowned did he finally blink.

A slow smile spread along his pink lips, and he pulled you closer.

“I’m okay,” he breathed. “I’m here with you, and I’m not going anywhere.”

You returned his smile, resting your hands on his where they lay at your waist.

“That’s a relief to hear,” you chuckled, and he tilted his head to the side. “I don’t know what I would do if you did.”

A silence fell between you two that, for some reason, grew thick with tension. You thought to yourself that Peter was never this quiet. In fact, you’d often joke about how his mouth couldn’t quite keep up with all of his thoughts. Now though… Now, it seemed like he couldn’t even find the words, or didn’t want to, and was just content to stare at you.

Again, you wondered about those eleven days that he’d been gone.

“Peter…”

His eyes lit up, glinting ambiguously at the sound of his name coming from your lips.

“Last time I asked, you said you didn’t remember anything, but… I was just curious if maybe something had come back to you now,” you softly inquired with a shrug.

Your boyfriend shook his head.

“No,” was his simple reply. “I don’t remember a thing.”

You accepted that with a small sigh, nodding to yourself.

“If you do…you’ll tell me, right?”

Peter answered without hesitation.

“Of course.”

The rest of the evening was spent unpacking, Peter at your side the entire time. You mostly talked about the good parts of the trip before the incident, your boyfriend throwing in a comment or two here and there. It wasn’t like him, and truthfully, the entire vibe between you two just felt…off. However, your boyfriend had gone missing for over a week, and so you chalked it up to that.

You briefly thought about talking to May regarding therapy or something if it was alright with Peter.

When night came, you’d never been so eager to hop in the shower and relax into bed. The warm water felt good against your skin, but unfortunately, it wasn’t doing much to ease the knots and tension in your shoulders. You let it run over you, and when you glanced over, the shriek that left you was embarrassing.

Through the shower door, Peter’s figure was shadowy and imposing in the doorway.

Almost frightening.

“Jesus, Peter,” you sighed. “What is it?”

The question came out soft, wondering if maybe he’d remembered something or wanted to join you even. However, he said nothing. Your hand was still pressed to your chest, and your frown deepened the longer the silence stretched. You didn’t realize how fast your heart had started to beat, and despite the heat in the room, your skin prickled as if you were outside.

“Peter…?”

It wasn’t his silence that unnerved you, but the stillness of him.

You pressed your lips together and was just about to slide the door back when he turned around and left. He did it so smoothly and suddenly, and you found yourself frowning. It was the oddest occurrence, and with a swallow, you forced yourself to finish up. That strange feeling that you got back at the police station festered deep in your gut.

Peter was sitting on your bed when you stepped out of the bathroom.

“What was that about?” you wondered with a chuckle.

It sounded nervous even to your own ears.

Peter didn’t respond right away as you made your way to your dresser, searching for something to sleep in. He remained silent for so long that you’d almost forgotten about your question entirely as you prepared to drop the towel.

“I was just checking in on you.”

You literally jumped at the sound of his voice coming from right over your shoulder. You hadn’t even heard him get up, let alone walk across the room. You turned to look at him with startled eyes still, shoulders slowly relaxing. Peter’s gaze was traveling over your face, trailing over the skin that was borne.

“You didn’t…say anything,” you told him.

His gaze snapped up to meet yours at that, and his smile was sweet. Disarming.

“I didn’t hear you,” was his excuse, head tilted to the side.

You found yourself accepting that with a nod, brows drawing together when he reached for you.

“I missed you,” he murmured with a deep frown, gaze fixated on your damp skin.

Your gaze softened at that.

“I missed you too.”

“All I thought about was you,” he whispered, fingers brushing over your towel.

Your back grazed the wood of the dresser, understanding dawning on you as he pressed himself to you.

“Peter…you went through something kind of traumatic. So bad that you don’t even remember any of it,” you said to him. “Maybe…maybe that should wait for a few days.”

He lifted his gaze at that, staring into your eyes for a long time.

“Why…?” he asked, tone hardening just a tad. “I want you.”

You swallowed, and his eyes narrowed just the slightest.

“Don’t you want me?”

“Of course, I do,” you hurried to ease his worries. “I’m just… I’m really worried about you.”

His expression didn’t change, and you licked your lips, wracking your brain to make him understand.

“You don’t seem like yourself, and why would you? I would just feel like I was almost taking advantage of you.”

Peter looked visibly confused, like he didn’t understand what you were saying. In a swift movement, he leaned in to kiss you. It seemed unsure, and that only added to your resolve that now wasn’t the time. He leaned back a bit, and you watched as he blinked, tongue slowly darting out to swipe over his lips…tasting you. He stared at your lips with an unreadable expression, humming to himself.

You were just about to speak when he dove in again, lips hungry.

Your eyes went wide at the action, gasping when he yanked you against him. His arms kept you prisoner, and even though Peter had said that he wanted you, you were still surprised to feel his hard length against your skin through his pants. He moved his mouth against yours greedily, and his aggressive movements stumped you.

Peter was sweet in bed, always had been.

The roughest thing he’d ever done was pull your hair too hard once, and even though you’d enjoyed it, he’d been beside himself with guilt. So having him kiss you so fiercely and handle you so roughly was enough to short-circuit your brain. Peter pawed at you like some animal, and although you didn’t hate it…it wasn’t like him, at all.

Every time you tried to pull away to speak, his lips swallowed your words.

By the time he got you on your back, your towel was long gone, and he’d discarded his shirt. His chest was pressed to yours as he pinned you beneath him, groaning at the feel of your tongue against his. He was doing so much at once it was making your head spin. His lips were on yours, then they were on your shoulder. His hands were on your hips, then they were on your breasts.

You were out of breath when he pulled away, dark eyes taking you in. His lips were parted, and it was hard to describe the look on his face. Peter’s gaze roamed over your bare chest and torso and thighs. His hand slowly trailed from your jaw all the way down to your ankle. He looked completely mesmerized, and if you didn’t know any better, it was like Peter was seeing you for the first time.

“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured more so to himself rather than you, and you swallowed.

“Peter, we don’t have to-.”

“I have to be inside you,” he whispered, leaning down to kiss a hardened bud. “I need to be inside of you.”

His voice cracked from desperation, and guilt chipped away at you.

Sure, you had to endure days of wondering whether Peter was alive or not, but he was the one who’d gone missing. Truthfully, there was no telling what he’d dealt with in that time, and with no memory of it, you could only allow your imagination to run wild. The knowledge that it could’ve been so traumatic that he literally repressed it made your heart ache.

It hadn’t occurred to you that maybe Peter just really needed you, right now.

You were more welcoming to his ministrations, and Peter almost growled at the change. He took his time gliding his tongue over your skin and grazing his teeth along the trail. He was desperate for you, and the sight turned you on more than you thought. Your fingers brushed over his chest when he kissed you again, the skin smooth…and you frowned.

It was hard to concentrate with his lips on yours and the tip of him poking at your entrance. His hips jerked, the head of him dipping into your warmth just a tad, and you gasped, almost losing your train of thought. You glided your fingers over his chest again, and sure enough, it was smooth.

Blemish free.

You blinked, turning your head to the side with a frown. You recalled an accident that Peter had had on his bike almost a year ago. It hadn’t been anything life threatening, but the rock he fell on had left a pretty nasty scar on his chest. It had healed well enough, but the raised skin was always noticeable during times like this. You told yourself that with so much going on, maybe you’d missed it. That had to be it, and you threw your head back when he pushed his cock into you, hips flush with yours.

With his hands pressed into the bed on either side of your head, his chest was in full view.

You wrapped your legs around him, slowly looking at him as he started to move. His thrusts were slow at first, agonizingly so, and you pressed your hands to his hips. His gaze was so focused on where you connected, dark eyes trained on his length disappearing into you. He exhaled at the sight, and when he looked back up, your own gaze fell to his chest.

Peter didn’t notice the way you froze.

You felt like you were being yanked out of the experience, unable to focus on the way he pushed his cock into you. His groans were in your ear, but you couldn’t really hear them. You jostled beneath him, as still as the dead as you stared at his chest. No scar, no raised skin anywhere in sight.

In a matter of days, it seemed to have disappeared completely.

You involuntarily squirmed at a particular toe-curling thrust, a slight noise escaping you just as you looked up in time to meet Peter’s gaze. His brows were furrowed in concentration, and he certainly sounded the part, but his eyes… There was something about his eyes that unnerved you. You were reminded of that feeling at the police station, and you opened your mouth only for a moan to come out.

Peter’s grin was almost…sinister.

His hand cupped your face, and for reasons unknown to you, it felt so foreign. He felt so foreign. The longer you stared at him, the less familiar he seemed, and your chest twisted painfully. His gaze was too unwavering, smile too big, even something about his nose just seemed too…perfect. Was it always that flawless? You laid your hand on his arm, swallowing as he fucked you.

Your eyes were drawn back to his chest, and your nails dug into his skin.

You couldn’t stop staring at it. At it’s perfection. There wasn’t a single blemish in sight, and roaming your eyes over him, the said could be true for everywhere else. Hadn’t he always had a freckle on his shoulder? What about that scar on his arm from when he was thirteen? The more you stared at him, the more uncomfortable you became, and you had to squeeze your eyes shut.

Peter’s hold on you was so tight, almost painfully so, and his groans were loud in your ear. Maybe it was just you. The whole ordeal had been traumatic for you too, so maybe it was all in your head. Still, even his cock stretched you in a way that it never had before, making you hiss and mewl beneath him.

“I want to see your eyes,” he hummed, hand on your chin. “I want to see your eyes when you come.”

With your eyes closed, his voice sounded even more off. It did…but it didn’t, and you felt like you were going crazy. Reluctantly, you did open them, and Peter pressed his nose to yours. He softly chuckled to himself when you came around him, eyes focused on the way you gasped and the way your lashes fluttered. He didn’t let you go until he fucked every last drop of him into you.

Peter was right-handed.

This you were sure of.

When you’d met him, he’d had a sprained wrist. He had even joked about how he had to meet you when he wasn’t at his full potential. Sure, he’d learned to make do with his left hand, but he’d had a long way to go before calling himself ambidextrous when his right wrist fully healed. This was what you knew for sure.

And yet, here you were, watching Peter flawlessly address some postage to May…with his left hand.

Unable to watch him any longer, you stood with a grimace.

Peter had been found and was safe and sound and at home with you. You could see him and talk to him and touch him, and for that, you should’ve been over the moon. You weren’t still out there crying yourself to sleep each night wondering if he was okay. You weren’t fighting off thoughts of the worst-case scenario. Your boyfriend was here with you…

So, why didn’t it feel like it?

It had been weeks since your return from that eventful trip, and you found yourself staring at Peter a lot. He was so different, and although you couldn’t point out how in the beginning, it was little things like that that were messing with your head. You still recalled when you’d finally worked up the courage to ask about the scar on his chest. Or well, the lack thereof.

“Scar? What scar?” he’d replied.

You had frowned at him, staring at him for the longest time before shaking your head.

“When you fell off your bike that time…remember? You fell on a rock and…”

You had trailed off, words dying in the air because Peter was looking at you like he had no idea what you were talking about. Was it possible that he’d repressed more than just that week? You had blinked, and suddenly Peter was smiling at you, reaching out and touching your cheek.

“That scar healed forever ago, princess.”

He had chuckled at you, like you were so silly for not remembering.

Peter had never called you ‘princess’ a day in his life. It was always ‘baby’ this or ‘baby’ that. Baby, can you pass me my keys? You just look so tired, baby. Baby…I think I got the wrong milk. It was a term of endearment that you’d grown to love, and this new one just rubbed you the wrong way…just like everything else lately.

Everything about Peter was just so off to you.

The way he walked, the way he talked. His smile wasn’t even the same. It was far too sweet, almost disarming in a less than genuine way. Whenever he spoke to you, you had to stare directly at him as he did. If you didn’t, you would swear that it wasn’t even him speaking, and you’d spiral. He sounded like him, yes, but at times, there would be a lilt to his voice, a tone and the way his words fell off of his tongue that would have your hair standing on end…and you’d swear that it was a stranger speaking instead of Peter.

And on the other end, sometimes you couldn’t even look at him.

You’d find yourself just staring at him sometimes, and the more you did, the less familiar he’d look. It was uncanny how perfect his nose or lips would seem or how you’d trace his face with your eyes and find yourself wondering if it always looked like that. If it always looked so…fabricated? That wasn’t the word you were looking for, but at times, Peter just didn’t look real.

It was why you hadn’t been able to have sex with him in weeks.

It wasn’t due to lack of trying on Peter’s part. He always seemed to want you, and while his desire for you was nothing new, his desperation for you was near unsettling. It was like he was memorizing your body, getting accustomed to it, familiarizing himself with…new territory. You asked yourself isn’t that what every relationship should feel like? Like it was still new, and you were still eager to explore each other?

Only, Peter seemed like he was genuinely unfamiliar with your body…and you.

There were times when you’d catch him staring at you, and brushing off the strange feeling you got, you’d ask him what was on his mind. He’d shake his head, simply content to stare at you before asking you the most random question. Something he more often than not should know.

He would reach out and touch you a lot, brushing his finger over a scar as if seeing it for the first time. His eyes would be so trained on a freckle under your eye, in awe of it like he’d only just noticed it. He would study you like you were the anomaly in this situation, and you didn’t like it.

“Just tired,” you heard yourself murmuring to Peter later that night.

You didn’t miss his frown as you made yourself comfortable in the bed, and guilt nibbled at you. He almost looked like himself then, before the trip, and you were tempted to brush your discomfort aside for the sake of wanting things to go back to normal. You were positive that if you wrote all of your thoughts down, you’d conclude that you were insane. You had to be because…

How could you ever think that Peter wasn’t Peter?

You got the feeling that he wanted to say something, but instead he opted for getting up and turning out the light.

It took a minute for your eyes to adjust to the darkness, but once they did…you froze.

Peter stood by the light…but he didn’t look right at all. You furiously blinked, wanting to write it off to a trick of the light, but the way your heart raced in your chest told you that your brain wasn’t convinced. His body was too…lean. Your frown deepened, and your lips parted.

The shape of his head looked wrong, neck almost too long, and his limbs looked stretched. One hand was still on the light, and his other arm hung limply at his side. It didn’t look normal, elongated, and his fingers were no different, moving like spider legs. In that moment, Peter very much looked inhuman, and you had hurried to flick the lamp on before you knew it.

When you looked back to him, he looked the same as ever, tilting his head to the side with a frown.

The whole ordeal had happened so fast, and you blinked back tears, telling yourself that you had to be going crazy.

“What?” he softly wondered, still standing there.

You blinked, a tear or two escaping, more falling when he neared you.

“Hey…what is it?” he slowly asked, voice meant to be soothing, you were sure.

You simply shook your head at him, taking forever to find the words.

“I just… I thought I saw something,” you breathed.

He settled into bed beside you, reaching out to brush his fingers along your skin. You recalled what you thought you saw, and a shiver passed through you. Peter looked you over with dark eyes, humming.

“Like what…?”

You couldn’t voice it, not because you didn’t want to, but because you didn’t know how to. How could you even describe to him what you saw? What you’d been feeling? He’d call you crazy, and so you simply shook your head.

Peter kissed his teeth, arm sliding over your shoulders and pulling you against him. You felt his fingers in your hair, and he started to pat your head, a shushing sound leaving him as you shook.

“Whatever it was,” he started, tone low. “It’s gone now.”

He continued to brush his hand over your hair, holding you tight, and you felt him press his face against you.

“Can we…can we sleep with the lamp on?”

Your voice was quiet, but he’d heard you all the same, and you almost swore you heard him chuckle to himself. He pulled away a bit, and you looked up at him just as he looked down at you. The look in his eyes was a mystery to you, but he eventually smiled, slow to spread along his lips.

“Of course, princess.”

“You don’t remember? How can you not remember?”

May’s laugh was contagious it seemed, Peter joining in, and you wrapped your arms around yourself. They were in the kitchen, bonding over some popcorn while you sat on the couch…just watching. You were the one to call May and suggest a visit, because in all the months that Peter had been back, he hadn’t mentioned his aunt. Not once.

Peter could never go a day without bringing her up.

You’d like to say that it was purely out of the goodness of your heart, but the truth was that you were afraid. Writing it all off to what had happened was no longer an option. There were so many things you couldn’t ignore anymore, couldn’t pretend to chalk up to your imagination.

There was something very wrong with Peter.

You had hoped that May’s presence would make you feel better, maybe even dispel your worried, but in truth, her visit had only fueled them. Peter had looked confused when the doorbell rang, and if you didn’t know any better, you’d even say angry. His dark eyes had sharply cut to your for only a split second, but it was enough to make you freeze. You had played dumb when he went to answer the door.

May was on her own in her excitement.

You would never forget the look on Peter’s face, the stoniness there as you slowly creeped up beside him. The expression had come and gone so fast, jaw ticking and eyes hardening ever so slightly. He hadn’t just looked at May like she was a stranger, but like he absolutely hated her. However, you blinked, and the slow smile on his face made you think you’d imagined it.

“Aunt May,” he’d breathed.

The way he said her name, you would think that he had forgotten who she was. It wasn’t like him, at all, but the older woman hadn’t seemed to notice. He had eventually hugged her back, and you had slipped into the background as he welcomed her in. May had commented on it, throwing you a worried glance, but Peter answered before you could.

“She’s just tired,” he’d said, tone almost mocking. “Right, princess?”

His unblinking gaze met yours, and you’d given a shaky nod. He was still staring at you when May turned back around, sickly sweet smile on his pink lips before he blinked and turned his attention back to her. May’s presence was supposed to ease your worries. That’s why she was here. She was supposed to make you realize that you were going crazy.

However, with every story she brought up, every trip down memory lane, Peter couldn’t seem to remember most of them. Really, all of them. She would tilt her head with a laugh, asking him how he couldn’t remember, and he’d shrug. You couldn’t watch anymore, couldn’t watch May interact with this…stranger.

“Is Peter…okay?”

The dark-haired woman turned to you when you walked her outside, a slight frown on her face. You were tempted to say so many things, especially at the look of concern on her features. Truthfully, you didn’t have an answer, so you lied.

“Yeah,” you chuckled. “Why do you ask?”

She shook her head with a small smile.

“He just seems so…off. Not like himself,” she hummed.

You swallowed, heart dropping at the confirmation that it wasn’t just you.

“How so?” you heard yourself asking, and she shrugged.

“I can’t really explain it,” she replied, frowning slightly. “I don’t want to push him, but I think I will bring it up.”

She was referring to the last conversation you two had regarding a professional. You two said your goodbyes, and as she drove off, you remained in the driveway. You just couldn’t bring yourself to go back inside…not with him in there. With a sigh, you glanced towards your neighbor’s house.

You rarely saw her these days, seeing glimpse of her daughter even less. She wasn’t much younger than you, and you knew that classes were back in session, but you also knew that last semester had been her last. When you’d asked Peter about them, like many things, he seemed to have no idea as to what you were talking about.

Accepting that you couldn’t stay out here, you reluctantly made your way back inside.

Peter stood in the living room, waiting for you with an unreadable expression on his face. You flinched at the sight of him before forcing a smile onto your face.

“It was good seeing May,” you told him, walking by him.

The silence was unnerving, and you didn’t need to turn around to know that he was following you. He did that a lot now. Your silent shadow, quietly watching you cook or eat or clean or shower… Sleep. Too many nights you’d woken up with the overwhelming feeling of being watched, and even though it would be dark, and your eyes would be closed, you didn’t need to open them to know that Peter was gazing at you.

“I didn’t know she was coming,” he finally said, coming up behind you and resting his hands on the counter.

You were trapped, and you took a deep breath when he rested his chin on your shoulder.

“It’s not like it’s the first time she dropped in for a surprise visit,” you told him, waiting for his reaction.

It did not disappoint, your heart skipping a beat when he merely hummed. You turned to face him when he pulled away, swallowing as you watched him pick at the popcorn that was left. You pressed your lips together, keeping your gaze on him.

“We should go to Disneyworld again,” you suddenly said. “It’s been over a year, and I was just thinking about how much fun we had last time.”

His brows furrowed slightly, gaze still on the popcorn.

“Plus, the chances of you going missing this time are slim,” you forced the joke, chuckling to yourself.

He finally turned to look at you, seemingly deep in thought. You held your breath, wringing your hands together as you simply stared at one another. Peter tilted his head, dark eyes unreadable before he smiled at you.

“We should,” he replied, and you almost let out a breath when he continued. “I miss it.”

He walked away, so he didn’t see the way your jaw twitched.

Peter’s back was to you as he cleaned up the mess, but you were frozen in place. You felt like someone had poured a bucket of ice water over you, and you couldn’t pull your gaze away from the man before you. You ran your eyes over him, brows deeply drawn together, and you resisted the urge to cry.

You and Peter had never gone to Disneyworld.

The trip had been planned, of course, but hurricane season put a damper on the plans. Even the refund hadn’t been able to make up for the disappointment you both felt, and you two just never got around to making those plans again. That sick feeling that you’d had for months twisted horribly in your gut, and when Peter threw you a small smile, you couldn’t even pretend to smile back.

This man wore Peter’s face, and he had Peter’s eyes…

…but the man you’d been sleeping next to for months was not your boyfriend.

Nat was looking at you with a frown, and honestly? You didn’t blame her.

Peter…or whoever he was, was fast asleep when you left in the early hours of the morning. Nat lived a few houses down, and she’d been on a trip of her own when you two returned. She was finally back, and you knew that you couldn’t go another day without seeing her. Without telling her what was going on.

“Y/N…”

Her voice seemed unsure, and you shook your head. Her face softened at the tears in your eyes, and she moved closer to you on the couch. Her hand reached for yours, and she took a deep breath.

“Okay…tell… Tell me again.”

“It’s not Peter,” you tearfully whispered.

She was quiet for a while before exhaling.

“…and why do you think that?”

“Nat, I know… I know what I sound like, okay?”

You looked at her, and she bit her lip. Her newly blonde hair brushed her shoulders as she tilted her head to the side.

“You don’t have to tell me what I sound like because I’ve been telling myself the same thing for…months now. I know that it’s impossible, and I know that I should be in someone’s ward-.”

“No-.”

“…but that is not Peter.”

She pressed her lips together, worryingly eyeing you.

“Nat, he doesn’t…he doesn’t remember things. A lot of things. Things from over a year ago, and what’s worse is that he’ll…he’ll lie about it.”

“Maybe he’s repressed more than just those days. Maybe he’s embarrassed that he doesn’t remember,” she said, and you nodded.

“That’s what I told myself too,” you whispered. “I wanted that to be the truth, but…”

You pressed your hand to your mouth, sitting back.

“He’s flawless,” you finally whispered.

Her frown deepened, and you continued.

“That biking accident that he had? The scar that was literally on his chest days before he went missing? It’s completely gone,” you told her with a shake of your head.

She blinked, rearing back a bit.

“I thought I had been imagining it, but it’s gone. Completely gone, and the scar on his shoulder is gone, and the little freckles I would count…they’re gone…”

“Okay…okay…”

“…and he stares at me! Anytime I do anything, even when I’m sleeping, he’ll just stare at me…four hours, I imagine.”

You took a deep breath.

“I’ll wake up…in the middle of the night…and it’ll be as dark as can be, and I… I can feel him staring at me,” you forced out. “He’s always watching.”

“Y/N…”

“I can’t stand to have him touch me. He doesn’t even feel like Peter. The last time we had sex, I felt like I was having sex with a complete stranger,” you cried, pressing your hands to your face. “…and if I didn’t look at him when he talked…I’d swear that it wasn’t him.”

Your gaze found the floor.

“Even May said that he seemed off…so unlike himself… and it’s because that’s not Peter,” you sobbed. “My Peter is still out there…in those woods…probably dead.”

You broke down in tears, body trembling as Nat wrapped her arms around you.

“I don’t know what to do,” you mumbled.

“Just…stay here, tonight…okay? Eat something, get some good rest, and we can figure this out tomorrow,” she offered.

You didn’t even think twice about taking her up on the offer. You texted Peter that you would be spending the night at Nat’s. Part of you wondered if he even knew who you were talking about, and when he didn’t respond, you welcomed a night of peace. Nat didn’t bring up the elephant in the room, nor did she comment on your sanity for which you were grateful.

She simply made you a cup of coffee and eventually warmed up some leftovers. When you were showered and laying in her bed in one of her t-shirts, you still felt the icy chill of Peter’s stare. Despite the fact that he hadn’t expressed displeasure at your staying at her place, you almost felt like you could feel his anger.

You assumed that it was something you’d face the following day.

Not in the middle of the night.

Nat’s scream was what woke you up, and your adrenaline had you tripping over yourself to follow the sound. The house was dark, a sliver of light shining through from the street light outside. Nat was in the kitchen, and you had just reached her when you followed her terrified gaze.

The figure by the door was familiar to you. Head too large, neck too elongated, and limbs so stretched like branches of a tree. It looked skeletal, disturbing and unnatural, and against your better judgement, you flicked on the kitchen light. Peter stood in it’s place, and you felt no relief.

“What the fuck?”

Nat’s anger was justified as she stomped towards him, but Peter only had eyes for you.

“How did you get in here?”

Peter ignored her question, brushing by her and heading straight for you. The smile on his face was wide, like there was nothing wrong, at all about this picture. You couldn’t move, trembling in fear as he reached for your hand.

“When you didn’t come home, I decided to check my messages and saw your text… Why would you want to stay here?”

He tilted his head to the side.

“Why would you want to be away from me?”

Nat finally reached you.

“I don’t know how you got in here, Peter, but Y/N said she wants to stay here, tonight so…”

It was as if he didn’t hear her, keeping his gaze on you. His fingers threaded themselves through yours, and you winced at the tight hold. Your gaze fearfully found Nat’s, and no matter how much you dug your feet into the floor, Peter’s strength allowed him to pull you towards the door.

“Peter!”

He wasn’t paying any mind to Nat, and you looked at her with wide eyes. She hurried towards you both just as he crossed the threshold, and that was when he finally turned his gaze on her. It was in this moment that Peter looked wholly unfamiliar to you. The shift in his face made him look monstrous, dark eyes cold and smile unnervingly wide. Even his teeth looked off, canines too perfect.

“I thank you for looking after her, but she’s coming home now. Right, princess?”

There was that nickname again, and you shuddered when he turned his gaze to you. His unblinking gaze held you captive, and you finally admitted to yourself what you’d been denying for months.

You were afraid of him.

By extension, you feared for Nat too, so against every cell in your body, you turned to her.

“You know what, Nat? It’s fine. Really,” you quickly added at her frown. “I’m so sorry about all of this. I’ll call you tomorrow.”

Peter had started pulling you away before you were even done speaking, your bare feet pressing into the ground as he walked back to your house. You couldn’t stop your tears from falling, and you looked towards the moon with a grimace. When you made it inside, he still hadn’t let you go.

“Why would you want to be away from me?” he wondered.

You tried to pull your hand away, but he only tightened his grip. The perfect smile on his face did not match his cold eyes and harsh hold. The house was dark, and in this lighting, Peter seemed to really tower over you. Had he always been so tall? When you blinked, it was as if you’d imagined it, and you briefly squeezed your eyes shut.

When you opened them, his face was closer, and you leaned away. In the darkness it looked so skeletal, gaunt, but when you backed up and he followed you into the light, there was no trace of it.

“I don’t,” you finally answered his question. “Nat’s my friend, and I just…”

You trailed off when he brought his hands to your neck. He curled them around your throat lightly before trailing them over your shoulders and down your arms.

“You don’t love me anymore,” he suddenly mumbled with a deep frown, and you released a shuddering breath.

“That’s not true-.”

“You haven’t touched me in months. What am I supposed to think?”

His eyes glinted at you in the light, and your face crumbled.

“Peter…what happened on that trip?”

He chuckled, reaching up to touch your cheek.

“You’re so silly,” he purred. “I told you… I don’t remember.”

His tone was too light, too innocent, and he followed as you backed up.

“You don’t think I’m lying…do you?”

His voice was like nails on a chalkboard to you. In the darkness, you swore that his features kept shifting, expression sinister one minute then completely innocent the next. You couldn’t even fight as he pushed you down onto the couch, looking down his nose at you.

“No,” you whispered, shaking your head.

Peter sighed, looking at you as if you were a child. His hand found it’s way into your hair, pulling your head back a bit, and he leaned in.

“You’ve been acting so odd for months, princess.”

His words seemed mocking to you. Especially so considering that it wasn’t you who was acting strange. Peter never used to be so rough with you. He never called you princess He never watched you throughout all hours of the night, slinking around like some sinister shadow. Peter wasn’t this…and this wasn’t Peter.

Who would believe you?

Even Nat had merely opted to just let you pour your heart out. If you left him…what would you say? What would you tell your parents? What would you tell May? She was like a second mother to you, and what would she say if you told her that the man you all brought home was not Peter? Instead, some sinister doppelganger?

“Things were so great right after we came home…”

They weren’t.

“I made you come around me so many times that night,” he quietly continued, leaning in. “…and now you can barely stand to look at me.”

His hand was on your face, cupping your chin and holding you still. His fingers felt bruising on your skin, pressing into the bone, and you winced.

“It hurts me,” he breathed, nostrils flaring. “…because all I thought about was you. Getting back to you.”

You reached up to push at his chest.

“I clawed my way back to you, and you can’t even touch me? What did I do to make you hate me so much?”

His tone had hardened, voice icy and paralyzing.

“You’re not…”

You licked your lips, and his gaze was drawn to the movement.

“You’re not Peter,” you finally whispered, and his eyes widened.

“Of course, I am,” he cooed, brushing his lips over your cheek. “Don’t I look like Peter?”

He kissed your lips, a soft peck to your mouth.

“Don’t I sound like Peter?”

His voice grew deeper and deeper, and he placed his hand over yours on his chest, sliding it down.

“…don’t I feel like Peter?”

You shook your head, more tears falling.

“You’re not him…you’re not him…”

You tearfully repeated that, and the man before you, the man wearing your boyfriend’s face, sighed.

“Oh, princess,” he exhaled. “You’re so confused.”

He forced your hand past the waistband of his pants, making you wrap your hand around him. You shuddered when he pressed a kiss to your jaw.

“Let me help you…let me remind you…”

A strength you didn’t know he possessed kept you in place as he grinded himself against you on the couch. His teeth were borderline vicious as they grazed your skin, hands tearing at your clothing. Every time you pushed at him, he only grinned before leaning in to kiss you. His lips were rough and hungry against yours, breathing you in and tasting you.

Silent tears wet your face, and Peter wiped them away with his tongue. His bare chest grazed yours as he forced you down onto your back

“Peter,” you shakily protested, wincing at the harsh tug on your underwear.

He shushed your cries, fighting back against your every resistance. The light from the street bled through the blinds, catching his face just right and casting ominous shadows along it. Your vision blurred from your tears, and you swore in that moment that his entire face was different. Something inhuman staring down at you.

When he pushed his cock into you, even that felt foreign. You swore that he felt longer…thicker…and the stretch almost burned. His hands were wrapped around your wrists, holding them down, nails digging into your skin. His groan was borderline animalistic, and you cried out, trying to get away, pressing yourself further into the couch.

Peter’s hold made your bones ache, body screaming out in protest at his brutality. You felt trapped in a nightmare, held down and ravaged by some entity that wore your boyfriend’s face. His hips curving into yours, cock sliding along your walls, made your skin crawl. You could feel your stomach churning, twisting uncomfortably, and you swore you’d be sick.

He went in to kiss you, and you turned your head away. The man before you only chuckled to himself, running his nose long your jaw, breathing you in. He buried his face into your neck, and for a split second, his back hunched in a way that made your eyes widen, the bones of his spine protruding from the skin.

You let out a scream, the sound dying down into a fit of sobs. You looked towards the ceiling, and when your gaze fell back down, not a hair looked out of place. Your tears were salty on your lips, and you let out a shaky gasp, swearing that you could feel his length deep in your gut.

“Peter,” you heard yourself murmuring. “Where are you?”

Your voice was quiet, barely audible, and he shushed you.

“I’m right here, princess…”

“No…you’re not,” you choked out, shaking your head. “You’re not.”

“Yes,” he hissed, the sound serpentine in nature. “I’m right here.”

His body felt like it was crushing yours, and you struggled to breathe. You swore that you were suffocating, and Peter let your hands go to take your face into his hands. He kissed you fiercely, and you sobbed into his mouth. His fingers pressed into your skin, and for a moment they felt sharper. He bit your lip, drawing blood.

“I’m right here…and I’m not going anywhere.”

#dark!peter parker x reader #peter parker x reader #marvel fanfiction

[smartwatermagic]

AITA for inviting my archenemy and his (ex?) girlfriend on a date the same time same place?

So some background info, I (17M) joined Ls (M 19 at the time) fight against his ultra neglectful father and extended family when I was 12. It was an easy decision considering they also neglect my mom (∞F) and I was tired of the disrespect she received and is still receiving. I just want to make her proud and get her some acknowledgement for all she did for them through centuries, you see. The fact that the summer camp they run made me and a lot of other kids sleep on the floor also helped.

Long story short, we lost horribly. L got killed at age 23, most of my friends died when two people from the summer camp exploded our main base ship and the neglectful parents™ killed my siblings (admittedly because of a wrong decision I made), twisted my mom's arm to stop fighting and kicked me out of the summer camp for life.

Now, this left me immensely angry at my archenemy, let's call him P (17M) as he was one of the people that blew up our ship, the leader of who we were fighting against, and as I suspect, responsible for Ls death so I swore vengeance to avenge the deaths of the people I loved.

Now the problem is, P had broken up with A (17F) as the amount of power he has scared both of them and he didn't want to hurt her. Apparently it happened at an unplanned trip to Ps uncle Hs (∞M) basement and my previous boss Ks (∞M) jail. I have no idea how they even ended up there. Despite my murder attempts P had been incredibly kind to me and denies that he killed L/K. I CANNOT put my undying hatred for this man into words but after a few unintentional date nights I think I have fallen in love with him.

Around this time A found me. One thing that I and everyone around me know is just how protective A and P are of eachother. One time my late friend E(17M) tried to stab P in his weakest point and A took a poisoned knife for him. P broke his nose in retaliation, I think if E hadn't escaped P would've killed him right there. Anyways, A is also very possessive and didn't take being broken up out of nowhere very well due to her abandonment issues. The thing is, she, like me, also looked up to L and we used to be friends when I was at the summer camp. After some mental warfare, a knife fight and some crying about L, one thing led to another and we ended up going on dates.

Neither A and P are aware I also meet up with the other but from what I've heard from them, they sound like they were a very dysfunctional and codependent couple. I feel like they're just using me to fill up their loneliness and as a person to vent up about their increasing resentment towards the neglectful parents™, almost like a pet passed between two exes.

I talked about this with Es ghost, who called me an idiot, and my mom and adopted dad (40+/dead,M) both pointed out I was as lonely as A and P.

So Aita for inviting both of them to the same date because I want to sort things out?

I created a side blog for this because of self consciousness, lmao, hi mutuals this is for you/hj

#pjo #dr howard claymore #hecate pjo #luke castellan #ethan nakamura #alabaster torrington #annabeth chase #percy jackson #smartwatermagic #fictional aita #percabeth #annabaster #percybaster #watermagic #percalabeth #aita

[cherrymooshroom]

Michael Myers x short!chubby!goth!fem!childhood friend!reader General headcanons and a lil' visiting my boi in Smith's Grove uwu.

Genre:

Word count: 738

THis is completely self indulgent and I'm not sorry. I am thirsty for RZ Myers after watching the movies. I wrote this in like 40 minutes.

CONTENT WARNING: Standard RZ! Michael lore, I'll definitely be doing more of this concept.

You grew up in Haddonfield, you went to the same school as the “infamous and terrifying” Michael Myers.

You grew up with Michael, listening to music, reading tons of sci-fi and fiction books, playing your various game consoles your parents got you when he visited. You were always running around outside with him, hunting down various lizards, bugs and critters. 

You tried to tamper his more violent tendencies as a child, and you’d gotten him to understand empathy pretty well, but of course he slipped up… It was much more than a kid should’ve dealt with, but he was your best friend. You hated to admit you also had similar fascinations with dead things, but nothing like Michael, you didn't want to actually hurt anything.

People didn’t know about the shit he went through, how hard he tried to prevent his own violent tendencies.

The constant bullying and borderline sexual harassment from peers about his mother and sister was truly repulsive but the principal never actually punished the kids responsible… His abusive predator step dad, his older sister Judith constantly berated him and put him down… He was bound to snap and take them out, in all honesty. The human mind can only bend so far before it snaps wholly. 

Then he killed his entire family except for his baby sister Angel and his mom, since she’d been at work.

Your family moved away for a while after that, and only moved back recently. Your father got a promotion that required you to move towns, and your mother felt unsafe in Haddonfield.

You were shocked to see Angel Myers- Or rather Laurie Strode, since she’d taken on a new name with her adoptive family- living in the same town still. 

It made you feel a mix of discomfort and confusion. Did she not know her own past?

You made it a point to visit Michael at Smith’s Grove as soon as you could.

You’re being guided through the building by Loomis and a guard. “Now, he’ll have to be restrained, and he probably won’t even talk to you.” Loomis says as he scans some ID card and opens the door.

“Are guns necessary?” You ask quietly and Loomis huffs.

“This man-” “I know what he did, what he could do. Just… leave the door open and stand outside or something.” You snap and Loomis eyes you for a moment before leaving you in the room. You turn around, facing into the room and notice him, he’s hard to miss, considering how much he’d grown. “Michael. Hi. You probably don’t remember me… It’s y/n… y/n y/l/n. We- I grew up in Haddonfield too.” You say softly, moving to sit across from the murderer. He’s silent and still for a bit, before he finally tilts his head up and looks at you.

His eyes linger on your (h/t), (h/l), (h/c) locks, your vibrant (e/c) eyes and a flicker of recognition light up his empty ice blue eyes. He grunts softly and shifts in his seat, seeming to be getting more comfortable, humoring you.

“Yeah, uh… I moved away, but we moved back… I came to visit you as soon as I could, Michael. I missed you so much, I’m so sorry.” You say softly and his head tilts slowly. “You know exactly what I mean, don’t give me that look. I know you’re not stupid.” You sass and he leans back in his chair. You sit in silence for a while, and you realize with a bit of annoyance that Loomis was right, Michael wouldn’t bother talking to you. “Ugh… That dickhead doctor of yours was right, you really won’t talk to anyone anymore.” You grumble with a pout and tear up.

You hear Michael let out a growl, and suddenly a deep, baritone rasp resonated through the room.

“Fuck him.” You sit up and look at Michael, wide eyed.

“Whoa. Jesus. Uh… Yeah I don’t like that guy, I called your mom a few times before she-” You wince and clear your throat. “She swore you wouldn’t have been a threat with- If they’d just let you go home. Fucking prick, he is.”

“Yeah.” You look over and see the guards getting ready to usher you away. “Visit again… Missed you, (y/n)” Michael says quietly and you blush as the guards come in and usher Michael away to his cell.

#rz michael myers x reader #slashers x reader #michael myers x reader #michael myers

[usernamerenn]

DISAPPEARING ACT

character. sanzu haruchiyo, hitto kakucho, kokonoi “koko” hajime

summary. he loses his child at the mall

note. this is a reupload. f!reader. likes and reblogs are always appreciated

sanzu haruchiyo

with sanzu, he honestly wouldn’t even realize that his son was gone until he made his way back to the car and noticed that he was alone

it would take sanzu less than a second to process this before he quickly ran back toward the mall in a panic, not caring for the many confused looks that were now being directed at him

at that moment, he couldn’t help but wryly think how funny it was that his three hours of sleep and five cups of coffee this morning wouldn’t be what finally killed him, rather it would be you

though, admittedly, if sanzu was to die to anyone, he would more than happily die at the literal hands of his beautiful wife

after continuously failing to find his son anywhere, sanzu solemnly resigned himself to his fate, about to call your number when a sudden announcement on the mall’s speakerphones caused him to sigh in relief

“um, can akashi haruchiyo-san please make his way to the first floor information desk? your son is looking for you. again, that’s akashi haruchiyo-san to the first floor information desk. thank you”

“where have you been?!” sanzu questioned after he had arrived at the information desk and recognized the young boy standing there. “i was this close to getting murdered by your mom”

“dad, you were the one who left me,” his son answered with a blank stare. “you said that you were going to step away for a few minutes to answer a phone call, but then you just left”

“huh,” sanzu commented in response. “now that you mention it, i do kind of remember that”

“you’re funny, dad,” the younger akashi said with a laugh. “come on, let’s go home already. mom’s making katsu for lunch today!”

hitto kakucho

“stay close to me,” was what kakucho had told his son before the young boy unexpectedly disappeared without a sound

despite his perfectly calm expression and demeanour at the moment, kakucho could feel himself becoming more panicked and worried as time went on with no sign of his son anywhere

kakucho would have to remind himself to breath, and it was then when he suddenly remembered the advice that he had once told his son, which was to stay where he was until you or your husband could find him

and so, kakucho proceeded to revisit the many stores from this morning, and it was only once he reached the jewellery store from earlier did tears appear in his eyes

“hi, papa!” his son greeted cheerfully, a look of surprise on his face as kakucho immediately pulled him into a loving hug

“what are you doing here, buddy?” kakucho asked in concern

“the lady from the store said that mama’s necklace would be ready at twelve,” his son explained happily before pointing to one of the many clocks placed around the mall. “it’s twelve now!”

and after hearing this answer, kakucho couldn’t help but laugh at his son’s amusingly simple and lackadaisical response

“son, i know that you’re excited about getting mama her present, but please don’t do that again. i was so scared when i realized that you were gone”

“papa was scared?” his son questioned with a curious tilt of his head

“i’m always scared when it comes to you and your mom,” kakucho replied with an adoring smile. “the two of you are my world”

partially understanding his father’s sentiments and concerns, the young boy simply nodded his head in agreement before apologizing, though all was already forgiven

kokonoi “koko” hajime

as a father, koko undoubtedly spoiled his daughter too much

she was his little princess, so he often found it difficult to deny her of her whimsical requests, like having sweets before dinner or buying an entire closet full of new and expensive clothes

on this occasion to the mall, you had challenged your husband to be strict for once, reminding him that his little princess would more than likely grow up to be conceited and spoiled if he kept acting like this

so after some hesitation, your husband eventually agreed, though he had never thought that it would be this painful and heartbreaking to say no

“p-princess, you already have plenty of dresses at home”

“but, papa, i want this dress!” koko’s daughter explained with bright, shining eyes

and it took all of koko’s resolve to not change his mind as gently refused with a tired sigh, unable to even offer an apology before his daughter disheartenedly ran out of the store while screaming, “i hate you, papa!”

hastily following after her, koko was immediately confronted with a large crowd of shoppers, his daughter nowhere in sight as he began to panickingly shout her name while ignoring the curious glances of the people around him

this went on for another ten minutes before koko reached a quieter part of the mall, and he felt his heart skip a beat in absolute joy and relief once he noticed a familiar-looking young girl

with a shout of her name, koko fell to his knees and opened his arms as his daughter quickly ran toward him with tears in her eyes

“p-papa! i’m sorry, i’m sorry!” she cried as she hugged him. “i-i was so scared that you would leave me here”

“why would i ever do that?” koko asked in amusement, though there were also tears in his eyes

“b-because i was being s-spoiled. i-i thought that you wouldn’t love me anyone and leave me here”

“that would never happen, princess. no matter what, your mom and i will always love you,” koko reassured with a comforting kiss on the top of her head. “never run away from me again, okay? you don’t know how scared i was when i couldn’t find you”

“i’m sorry, papa. i’ll be better from now on. promise!”

tokyo revengers taglist. @crown5 @blacksun-judar @chloee0x0 @zuuki @chiaki3nanami​

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[the-timeless-founder]

Modern Saeclus Sanguine

I talked about this with @secretarykang and like everything, I just HAD to do this. I might add the others, but we'll see how that goes.

Family:

Third son of a rich and successful family with two older brothers. He was and is somewhat spoiled but he is humbled by his mother's teachings and socializing with common folk.

He was sent to stay at a relative's state as a kid for a year and he returned a changed person and had a scar over his eye.

Arte and Clius made sure they paid for that.

His two brothers each have their own successful careers, Nocsis is the one who inherited their father's estate and banking company while Caranthus has his own construction business.

He keeps in touch with them and his in-laws whenever he can. Respects his in-laws so much and is always polite and sweet to them. Adores his brothers' children, and they also adore him back.

Giesbach was a business partner of his father's who ruined his fortune and ran away with whatever remained of it, leaving his two sons to pay it off behind.

And this left a bad taste in the three brothers' mouths so they paid off the debt, but Saeclus was the one who reached out and took those kids under his wing.

They live with him now. At first, he felt like he was in way over his head being a twenty-something year old single man taking care of two teenagers, but he got the hang of it.

Now they have their own little dynamic, and Saeclus feels like the father or older brother the two of them deserved. He personally looks after them, and tries to spend enough time with them.

He knows he can't make up for their dead mother and coward dad, but he does his best.

Personality:

He's that nice and smart rich boy who doesn't understand how the common sense of money works. If you tell him a dress can cost less than half a grand he's not gonna believe you.

He can manage a multi-million dollar brand but buy a normal perfume that doesn't cost half of people's salary? That's possible?? Disbelief...

Definitely an artistic kind of person, and has a habit of citing poetry and writing pieces in response to questions he wants to dodge.

Genuinely kind-hearted, loves physical touch as a form of affection, and is super polite to strangers and colleagues alike. Comfortable letting people be around him, warm and approachable, and super helpful if you ask nicely.

Don't get on his bad side though. He'll humiliate you without uttering a word of profanity. Somebody call 911 he just murdered someone's pride. He's got the snark, he just usually prefers to not use it.

He's also fiercely competitive when challenged despite his usually easy-going attitude. If you're coming at him, you'd better bring your A-game because he won't be backing down.

Raised to be and is a perfectionist to the core. And he holds himself to a higher standard than anyone else in his life.

Basically a less traumatized version of the usual Saeclus.

Career and Education:

CEO of the most popular sweets production company, he owns a famous chain of bakeries all around the world and has the highest standards ever. Though he didn't inherit that company, he was born into a high class and old money type family.

Sincerely wanted to major in arts, but his family (mostly his father) firmly objected to that. Through some fights with his father and some logical talks with his mother and oldest brother, he finally agreed to major in business.

Kinda salty about it but he doesn't complain because he's not bitchy like that.

He probably studied abroad in some lavish university where he shared a school with Karlheinz (and probably Devyn).

Two years older than Karlheinz (so three years older than Devyn), and he's the only junior he genuinely dislikes. Not only are they competitive as hell, they legit chip away at each other's sanity every time they speak.

Likes Devyn a lot though. He thinks she's someone who acts her class and age, and he admires that a lot.

#diabolik lovers oc #saeclus sanguine #diabolik lovers #diabolik oc #saeclus #dl oc #my oc #modern au

[marvelmaniac715]

This is a collection of random facts from my Chucky transfers his soul into a human at the end of Seed au that I couldn’t work into a fanfiction.

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Ever since the twins were babies, Chucky’s given them both then nicknames ‘little doll’ and ‘baby doll’, it drives both twins crazy because they can’t figure out why he calls them that, and he refuses to tell them (Glenda figures it out when they eventually work out that their dad was the Lakeshore Strangler, and I wrote a fic about that)

One summer Chucky took the twins on vacation to England because they begged to go there, he intended to take them for two months to tour the whole of the UK - he lasted four days in London before he needed to return to the United States for the sake of his mental health

Kai Barclay-Kincaid is essentially Chucky and Tiffany’s third child. Once Chucky got over the fact that Andy Barclay and Jade Kincaid are their parents he realised that Kai is a great kid who makes the twins really happy, and he gives them art lessons every once in a while

Since there were two adults in the house Tiffany decided to take a stab (pun very much intended) at acting, meaning that Chucky (who could work from home out of his home studio because he’s an artist) was the main person raising the twins and as a result he has a much closer bond with them

Glen’s a musical theatre geek and so far they’ve got their dad hooked on Phantom of The Opera, Into The Woods and Sweeney Todd. Their next goal is to make Chucky watch Twisted or The Guy Who Didn’t Like Musicals (because they know that the Hatchetfield series would really appeal to Chucky)

Kai and the twins managed to convince Chucky to try and bury the hatchet (again, pun intended) with Jade and Andy, it worked with Jade (she and Chucky now have brunch every other Thursday to discuss their careers and their kids) but Chucky ‘playfully’ (as in, would murder if his children weren’t present) fights Andy, and this can range from arm wrestling to thumb wars (one time he got Andy in a headlock and Andy had to bite his way free)

As a kid, Glen would have nightmares that were triggered by either the English seaside or puppets (because, y’know, trauma…) and they’d wake up screaming in a British accent (Glenda had less doll memories so they were never that badly affected, but they shared Glen’s desire to visit England)

When Glenda’s feeling sad, they eat ice cream and watch (more like mock, but they still enjoy it) old Disney Channel Original Movies with their dad (Chucky can do an impression of Troy Bolton, it isn’t that bad…)

Chucky’s father was German and his mother was Gaelic, and on top of that he went to a Catholic Boy’s Home (just my head-canon) that taught him Latin and he’s actually pretty smart so he taught himself French and Spanish for fun when he was living on the street after escaping the Home, and he sometimes teaches the twins useful phrases in the various languages he knows

Chucky gives the twins what he calls ‘Street Smarts’ lessons where he shows them how to use various weapons, how to fight, how to disarm an opponent and how to get out of situations like drugged drinks at parties, it was during one of these lessons that he realised that (in his prime) he himself was one of the guys he warned his kids against socialising with, and he felt extremely guilty and embarrassed 

When the twins were young, Tiffany wanted to get them into acting so she could be more famous, and in response Chucky sat her down and made her watch an episode of Toddlers & Tiaras and a recording of Gypsy the Musical that he’d found on Netflix. Tiffany immediately apologised for even suggesting the idea

You know how some parents just really hate a celebrity for no apparent reason? Well for Chucky it’s Hugh Grant, he has no idea why but he really wants to punch him in the face, and he gets unjustifiably angry whenever the actor pops up in a movie he’s watching 

The Ray-Tilly family goes all out for Halloween, Chucky and Tiffany see it as an outlet of sorts to make up for the fact that they’re unable to murder people, because they can still scare the living daylights out of people

Building on that, the entire family went in Addams Family inspired costumes for Halloween two years in a row (yes, Chucky and Tiffany were Gomez and Morticia, and yes, Glenda loved being Wednesday and they refused to take their costume off for a week)

Glenda’s in a rock band called The Vipers, Kai’s in it too but Glen prefers musicals to rock music but they very enthusiastically cheer on their sibling alongside their mother and father (Glenda pretends to be embarrassed but they secretly love their fan club)

Glen knows that they’ve got their dad hooked on a new musical when they hear him belting out one of the songs from the show in the shower very loudly (Chucky kills it at Music of The Night from Phantom)

#chucky #childs play #chucky series #childs play 2 #childs play 3 #bride of chucky #seed of chucky #curse of chucky #cult of chucky #into the woods #sweeney todd #phantom of the opera #the guy who didn't like musicals #team starkid #toddlers and tiaras #gypsy musical #charles lee ray #tiffany valentine #human chucky #human tiffany #chiffany #andy barclay #jade kincaid #kai barclay kincaid #original character #glenda ray #glen ray #headcanons #fanfiction #fanfic writer

[kiyosimp03]

How would kiyotaka act around other classes? (In hopes peak)

Does he ever get caught and then released bc politicians and government officials come and get him?

Attention: I’m using the fabricated pasts of the V3 students as their real pasts. Spoilers from Danganronpa Killing Harmony, if you want a spoiler free version, feel free to ask.

For most members of the other classes Kiyotaka is just the a little bit Hall Monitor whom keeps the Hope‘s Peak Students out of trouble. Unless he had to help them Personally at some point. I mean, there’s a reason that later on he is called Mom in the class chat.

So.. he probably already used his connections to put the dad of Kazuichi Souda behind prison bars, threatening to kill him if he ever said something mean to his son again. 

Befriended Kokichi and D.I.C.E and as a result probably taught them a few things about taking care of themselves. To his initial dismay that led the prankster kids to often troll the Crazy Diamonds, until Kiyotaka made it clear to them that the Bikers were no danger to anyone.

Also he tries to teach Nagito some self confidence and obviously get him some psychological help. Even if he was hit by a truck once or twice as a result. At least his connection to Nagito helped him to improve his protective gear greatly. He can now get hit by a truck without even getting a scratch.

Kiyotaka also led a negotiation with Fuyuhiko about Yasuhiro‘s debt. Intimidating him and earning his respect. Even if the Yakuza kindly requested him to stay away from his clan. (Meanwhile he waits for the right opportunity to recruit Kiyotaka, in turn Kiyotaka patiently waits for the day he is ordered to kill Fuyuhiko)

Plus he often scolds Hiyoko for bullying others.

So the students of the Hope’s Peak (other classes) see him as either one of those two things: Mom/Psychologist or very uptight Hall Monitor. Later on (when he is in the middle of the second year it’s only Mom to most of the students, besides Fuyuhiko and Peko who refer to him as useful threat)

And i should not forget to mention his special relationship with Maki, who may be an assassin too, but was, unlike him forced into it. He even convinced her that she doesn’t have to continue being an asassin if she doesn’t want to (He even offered her to take out the cult that had forced her into becoming an assassin, an offer that she gladly took) Kiyotaka is also mainly responsible for the fact that she could stay in Hope’s Peak even after giving up both ultimates (it’s stated that while she keeps the orphanage she grew up in running, she wasn’t even fond of children at that time)

It basically went like this:

A Teacher of the 79th: Introduce yourself to your seniors

Maki: I‘m Maki the Ultimate Child caregiver 

Kiyotaka: *thinking* No you’re not.

Let’s just say at some point he had to help all of the students at least once, leading his plan to stay unnoticed in Hope’s Peak to fail in every single way possible.

So the students either love him or tolerate his very existence for the sake of keeping this school standing. Meanwhile he laments his fate of being noticed. He just wants to gather enough evidence to murder Junko and get his degree. 

Kiyotaka: what did i do to make this children stick on me, like i was their mother?

Me: Maybe the things you did for them?

Kiyotaka: i was merely showing them some basic Human decency.

Maki, Kokichi, Souda, Nagito and others: Something we were never shown before, Mom.

It becomes even better when he is buried in gifts on mothers day. Also Mondo getting a cup with „a dad“ written on it on father’s day. 

Kiyotaka getting caught on a mission would indeed be funny. But his professionalism wouldn’t allow it unless being caught was also part of the mission. Like being a distraction for another assassin trying to kill an government official.

Like, could imagine the following scenario:

Some other assassin: *Wants to kill some government official, but there isn’t enough evidence to prove them guilty*

Kiyotaka: *befriends said assassin, saying that they have the same goal*

Kiyotaka: *gathers evidence, fabricates evidence*

Kiyotaka & some other assassin: *get caught because Kiyotaka already handed in the evidence*

Unknowing police officers: *arrest both*

And then sometime later an government official will explain the very confused Police officers why they have to let Kiyotaka go immediately. Then everyone apologizes to Kiyotaka and the random government official drives him straight home (or on special occasions like this, they‘ll invite Taka to grab some food. Like:

The fucking Prime minister: Let him go.

Police officer: sir, he tried to kill you.

Prime minister: No he didn’t 

Prime minister: i know it sounds confusing but he really saved my life there

Prime minister: *hands them the evidence*

Police officers: *look at the evidence, apologize at least a thousand times*

Primer Minister *to Taka*: Now Kiyo, are you in the mood for some food?

Kiyotaka: sure, thank you sir.

Kiyotaka’s order is either a Happy Meal with black coffee or a long subway sandwich with cookies.

Is anyone here confused by Kiyotaka’s age? 

Yes the other assassin, but only for the first five minutes.

I hope the answer was to your satisfaction, otherwise feel free to ask me again <3

If you’re Happy with the answer, feel free to send me another Question anyway :-)

Otherwise reblogs and comments are very appreciated, hope you have a nice day.

PS: thanks for the question!

#ishimaru kiyotaka #answered asks #ask #ultimate assassin kiyotaka au #ishimondo #implied

[cassurrjoybell-30]

Howling Love - Chapter 26

*Warning Adult Content*

Camryn Summer

"I'll call you everyday, even after this when I'm in the car but you do know with how strong our connection is, we might not even need any of these to call or text," I told my mate as he pouted standing by the large porch of his home.

He was wrapped in a blanket and tugging on half my waist begging me not to go.

'I still don't want you to go,' he whispered, his speech coming in through the mind link, something about his voice was mesmerizing, it brought a sense of peace inside me that I couldn't explain fully, maybe it was the Luna in him.

I didn't know but I was glad I could hear it now and if even he didn't have his voice, I would've still loved him.

"So you want me to stay, it's fine, I'll check on my siblings after school and on my parents if they're finally getting along," I stated and something seemed to shift in my mate's eyes.

"Oh, I think it's best you go home and check on them, how could I be so...." I stopped him right then because I knew he was going to say it.

"You are not and will never be selfish, it's only that I need to go home and check, if not I would be here with you, making even more love to you. I love you short-stack and don't ever think you're selfish, you hear me?" I stated my demand and he nodded with a sheepish smile.

"Good, now give your man some sugar," I accosted as he chuckled and leaned up to kiss me and I didn't have the heart to let go but I had to.

'I love you Camryn,' he spoke into my mind and I smiled, each time he told me that.

I just smiled, who would've thought, I would have a love like this.

So after some more coaxing and idle chat, I finally got into my car and drove toward home.

I was actually planning on giving it to my mate when I finally get permission from his dad to let him drive,

I was almost there, just not yet, I couldn't help feel uneasy when I neared home.

The flashing blue and red lights of the police enforcers and the distraught cries of my siblings got to me before I was even out of the car, so I sped up and screeched to a stop when I got close.

"Mom," I called out as she was being dragged out of the house.

"You have the right to remain silent, you have the...." one of the enforcers was stating her rights as she pushed and pulled away from them.

"You can't do this. I am the Luna of this pack, do you hear me?" she called out angrily.

"Camryn, help me," she yelled as I got close but three enforcers stopped me in my tracks.

"Your father the Alpha made this a special case, we normally don't interfere with pack affairs but he gave us permission to arrest whoever was responsible for Calvin Laurent's poisoning and she is."

As one of them relayed their information all I could hear were Carter's words in my head.

'Everything will come to light on it's own but I needed you well prepared for it.'

Had I prepared for this, truly grasped the fact that my mother could be capable of wanting to murder someone.

I could imagine myself in her position, another wolf threatening my marriage, my mating, yes the extremes I would have gone to but not murder, there was always a better way.

"Camryn, don't listen to them, Camryn, your father did this, so he could be with his bitch. Camryn," she screamed and all I could was freeze in place, watching and hearing a side of my mother I could've never imagined.

I was also conflicted.

I had the privilege of living with Calvin for something close to two weeks.

He was the warm, kind dad, with a motherly nature even my own mother couldn't contend with, he was funny and always had the best advice, he was just like my duck-face only older.

I could understand how my father was still attached to him, he didn't compete with anyone, he didn't have to, he was in his own league.

Yet, this was my mother, she had been misguided and here she was now being publicly humiliated.

I was sure by the end of the night, the pack would know my mother had tried to kill her husband's ex-lover.

"Has Mister... has Calvin laid any charges against my mother?" I questioned the last enforcer who wasn't in a quad car.

"No he hasn't but the arrest order was given. She should just give a statement and if Mister Laurent or the Alpha doesn't come forward to pursue the case we can't hold her. Young Alpha, the kind of poison she used, you saw it first hand, getting your hands on that stuff is not easy, however she got it we need to know if there is more and find a way to stop it before another case like this happens again," he explained and I nodded gratefully toward him.

I decided to check on my siblings first, make sure they were okay.

I called in someone to watch them before I took off toward the station where my mother was being held.

I'm sure my siblings were traumatized by what happened but I was also sure they would be okay.

They were wolf pups and as they got older, they would experience more gore that would out weight any of this. 

Parking wasn't hard to find, what was, were the enforcers who had brought my mother in.

"Excuse me..." I tried to speak to the receptionist but she was actually juggling more people already and I actually felt sorry for her.

Instead I tried to scent out the wolves and thank the Goddess, I found them.

"Alpha, what brings you here?" the wolf questioned as I approached her.

"My mother was brought in a short while ago, where are they holding her?" I demanded and she gestured me to follow her, so I did, we rounded a few corners then took a flight of stairs into what I was sure was the second floor of the precinct.

I could sense my mother the moment I was close enough along with the wolf that I spoken to before I got here.

"Mrs Summer, we just need your source for the toxin that's all. It's already been proven that you're the culprit who poisoned Mister Laurent at your son's birthday party. Eye-witnesses testified to seeing you give that glass to mister Laurent, along with your fingerprints being on the glass themselves," the wolf explained and I finally was deflated, there was no denying it.

"My source was a rogue wolf, he comes to the city every month or so, it was by chance we met but he helped me, he truly wanted to help me," my mother replied and I pulled back my hearing from the interrogation room.

I didn't want to hear anymore.

"After they interrogate her, then what?" I asked the she wolf next to me.

"Your father just ordered us to let her go, we just needed her source, the rest of her judgement is being carried out by the elders," she replied and I nodded waiting on the door to the interrogation room to open.

My mother was first to walk out and her surprise to see me wasn't lost on me.

"Camryn... I can explain," she started but I turned on my heel to leave.

"I'll give you a ride home," I growled out trying to keep my wolf in check.

The whole agonizing drive home was spent in silence between my mother and I.

I couldn't believe she would resort to murder, outward I knew I had no right to judge her actions but on the inside I was livid and I feared I would say the wrong.

Hurtful thing if I spoke, it was better if I didn't, she was my mother.

I owed that sliver of respect.

I parked by the sidewalk and got out, opened the door for her and we both walked toward the house but before we could go past the threshold the door swung open and we came face to face with my father.

"Dad... Dad where are you going?" I asked as he gave a venomous glare toward my mother and passed us.

"He's leaving me, I can feel it," she began to cry and all I could do was watch as she broke down,

I held my mother for the better part of her emotional breakdown but despite that, I couldn't honestly handle being around her.

What if Amille had taken that glass instead of his father, what would have happened?

So I left her in the lounge slightly better and raced upstairs, grabbed a bag and stuffed it with all my essentials and more clothes.

Then came down the stairs to face my mother.

"Camryn... Camryn please don't go," she begged but I didn't stop.

I couldn't be around her right now.

"I'm sorry mom, I just can't, I'll check in on you soon," I told her in a tight hug then we separated and I made my way outside to my car then my mates house.

It was the only place that I knew I could find peace.

When I got close and drove up the driveway, the garage  door opened and I saw my mate waiting for me by the adjoined door that led into the house.

He had been waiting for me, I parked next to one of his dad's cars and got out, he didn't say anything or ask me anything, just hugged me.

'I'm here, everything is going to be fine.' he comforted and I knew he was right.

With him, everything was going to be okay.

[magicdwells]

Alexander was born the elder of two twins to Lenora and Ward Walsh, a well known Ifirt family in Romulus. His life was fairly normal (as far as normal goes, especially in Romulus) at first. He learned to control his powers and exactly what they meant surrounded by a supportive family. Soon after he and his twin brother, Julian, had turned 15, their family left Romulus to go camping for the weekend. It was going to be a fun trip, it was going to be time for them all to have a change of scenery and spend time together. It only took less than a minute for their lives to change forever during that weekend. Xander had been tending to the fire with his father, listening to his brother and mother banter back and forth and then her sentence cut off and a shot rang out. He had looked up just in time to see her body crumple, another Ifrit standing behind her with a gun. It was an immediate response; Xander had charged him and attacked him himself even as the man managed to shoot her again. It was only after that that he finally succeeded disarming the gun but not before another shot got him in the shoulder. He hardly felt it, even as he proceeded to be beat badly before finally gaining the advantage. He was in a fit of rage, hardly even there at all, when he killed the man who had murdered their mother. It was only a minute after that that he had passed out himself. 

Xander refused to use his powers to heal himself, instead determined to scar, to have a reminder for how he had failed to save his mother. He began to close himself off to everyone outside of their family, maintaining his friendly exterior but shutting off the personal details, the things that made everything feel dark. Their dad’s mental health dissolved quickly after their mother’s death, and the boys were forced to care for him and run the business as best as they could. When they graduated, Xander was furious to see that their dad hadn’t come, particularly knowing what it had meant to Julian. But when they got home, Julian went upstairs to find him before coming back down. Xander had gone upstairs himself then, fully prepared to yell at their dad, but had only found a body on the bed. Stricken and stunned, he allowed himself a few moments to panic, to feel it, to stare. But he didn’t break down, instead walking out of the room and calling 911. 

After their dad died, Xander found himself struggling against the mentality that he had to take care of things, angry that he and his brother had been forced to grow up so fast and so young. He began to rely more on the parties he went to, fell into that lifestyle even more, even as he was helping run the auto shop and going to community college to study business. Every day felt like a struggle, but he refused to tell anyone, to seek help or to even admit his problems to himself. When they did come up, he got angry instead and would tell whoever had mentioned it to drop it. When he finished community college, he reluctantly left his brother and went to a university just two hours away, studying business so that he could better run the shop. When he returned, he took over the business side of things, allowing Julian to return to the mechanics part. After that, he joined in the mechanics when he found himself able to, but for the most part didn’t mind doing business even as he complained about it. He continued to party as a way to cope with everything he had seen and experienced, and acts as if he doesn’t have a care in the world in an attempt to convince himself of that very thing. Even as others tried to tell him that he needed to behave like an adult, he stayed set where he was, determined that he already grew up enough and he wanted to keep what irresponsibility he could have.

It was only recently that an accident occurred at the auto shop. Clark Vogel had been there overseeing handiwork when Xander’s trauma was triggered and he accidentally started a fire in what he thought was self defense. The fire consumed the shop and Clark succumbed to it even as Xander tried to save him but was pulled from the flames. Since then, he’s been even more closed off than normal. He doesn’t even go out to party, though he does drink and use weed inside the house, relying on others to get food and even his drugs and alcohol, only leaving when he has to. His depression got bad enough that it was one of the reasons that his father’s brother, Balthazar, came home to Romulus, but nothing has quite pulled him from his depression yet.

#taken #taken male #alexander walsh #xander walsh #taken ifrit #pam character

[russianbluewitch]

Taffy Stotch, Daughter of Leopold “Butters” and Angela Stotch.

(Daughters AU continued from this post)

Angela was the darling of South Park. Beautiful, caring, great with animals, an incredible singer, and the best third grade teacher in the entire world. A real-life Disney Princess.

Butters could never do enough for her and Angela treasured everything he did. She always believed in him, to an absolute fault. So when Butters offered to fix her car, she was sure he could handle it.

Taffy always wanted to be just like her mother, and that meant diligently doing her homework every night. But even if virtue is it’s own reward, it’s fun to have a little treat. Friday night was usually a night the Stotches made ice cream sundaes, if Taffy had done her homework on time all week long. But one day the grocery store didn’t have any ice cream.

But Angela wanted Taffy to have her treat. So Angela took her car to drive to North Park to get some ice cream for her daughter.

Two hours later Angela’s car was pulled from the lake, its front smashed up from where it tore through the highway barrier when the brakes failed. The loss was felt not just by Butters and Taffy but by every family in South Park.

But it got worse. Detective Stan Marsh determined that the brakes had been cut. In her zeal for justice, District Attorney Maya Brovloski-Dacyzyn dragged Butters in for a murder investigation. And Butters, of course, immediately confessed.

Enter Eric Cartman, who had long coveted the fuzzy dice Butters had bought for Angela’s car. Now at long last they could be his. Except the car was in evidence; it was part of an ongoing murder investigation after all. And so, to get what was rightfully his, Cartman went on a one man mission to prove Butters innocent.

And by coincidence he was right. Although Butters begged to receive the death penalty for failing Angela, eventually the evidence piled up, and he was acquitted. Angela’s death went on the cold case shelf, and the Stotches were left without answers. Butters turned his attention to being the best father he could be to his beloved Taffy.

Except he’d just got done demonstrating to a court of law that he wasn’t in a good mental state. Colorado could not in good conscience allow this man to maintain sole custody of his daughter. So custody of Taffy was transferred…

…To Stephen and Linda Stotch.

And there Taffy remains, under the care of her grandparents, whose stance on child rearing hasn’t changed. She visits her mother’s grave every Wednesday, the only day she and her father are allowed to see each other.

But Taffy suffers in silence, because she knows who is really responsible for her mom’s death. So does everyone in the 3rd grade. It’s Taffy’s fault for doing her homework on time. If she’d never earned an ice cream sundae, her mom would never have driven to North Park, and she would still be alive. Butters may have blamed himself, but Taffy knows that’s because her dad loves her too blindly to admit the truth. It’s best for her to stay with her grandparents, where she deserves to be…

Other facts:

-raises gerbils like her dad

-blond pigtails in green bows

-calls Butters’ old schoolmates ‘uncle’ (eg Uncle Stan, Uncle Eric)

-most of her ‘uncles’ feel responsible for her and try to check in on how she’s doing, (and so that Stephen and Linda always know someone’s watching). Taffy feels blessed to have such a big found family.

-refuses gifts she likes, as she feels she does not deserve them, unless the giver explains “I will be unhappy if you don’t accept this.”

-all her classmates blame her for the death of Mrs. Stotch. The only other girls who talks to her are Erin Cartman, when Erin needs a lackey, and Miley Tweak.

#South Park #south park au #sp butters #taffy gets her own post because her backstory is complicated #I’ll get to Miley Tweak and others eventually

[stealforreal]

Future kids - Bakugou Katsuki I

Bakugou meets his son from the future. Just some fluff, with a jealous Bakugou.

Bakugou Katsuki x F! reader

Warnings: none

Bakugou was stomping his way back to the dorms, cursing that stupid nerd Deku in his mind. Kicking some rocks lying in his way, he was radiating murder. Naturally his classmates left him alone to cool off for a minute, even the Baku squad left him alone. They had chosen not to interfere, because they would like to live to see another, thank you very much. 

The stupid nerd had been too close to y/n at lunch today, and Bakugou had spent the entire time glaring at the curly green haired boy. What really made him snap was when she hugged him, and the stupid brocoli went as red as a tomato. She was giggling loudly and seemed really happy at whatever Midoriya had said, and the fiery ash blond couldn't control his jealousy so he stormed off. After class was over Bakugou was the first out the door, not even stopping to insult Denki when he made a bad joke. 

The rest of his classmates were confused, sure they all knew Bakugou to be a hothead. But still he seemed angrier than usual, only the Baku squad had small nervous but knowing smiles on their face. They knew of the explosive boy's crush on y/n, it wasn't totally obvious and they really wouldn't have known had Kirishima not pointed out the subtle things. Like how he never once called her an extra, he still called her idiot, dumbass and such. That was probably Bakugou's version of a compliment, which was probably the reason they took so long to figure out his crush.

So here he was stomping his way back to the dorms, cursing Deku for being close with y/n, Himself for getting jealous, y/n for being too friendly and everything he could curse in general. He stopped dead in his tracks when he felt a little tug on his uniform pant leg, glaring down at the thing that stopped him. Only to be confused when that thing turned out to be a little boy, around the age of 4-5 by the looks of it. Bakugou's brows furrowed in confusion, how did a little boy end up here. UA is one of the most secure places in Japan, courtesy of the League of Villains and other past incidents. 

What caught Bakugou's attention though, was the fact that this little boy was bawling his eyes out and trembling with his sobs. Bakugou didn't know what was happening, he felt incredibly protective of the young boy but didn't know why. He seemed kind of familiar, like Bakugou had seen parts of him somewhere else before. The little boy had big e/c doe eyes, filled to the brim with tears as he stared at the ground. His hair was unruly and a familiar shade of ash blond, he reminded Bakugou of himself a bit when he was young except the crybaby attitude of course. It was weird for Bakugou to feel this protective of anything, and he didn't like it one bit

" Oi brat, where are you parents?" The teenager asked the little boy, crouching down to his level, making the little lad finally pay attention to the stranger he had grabbed. The little boy gasped and flung himself at Bakugou, clutching on tightly to the stunned teenager's shirt. A new wave of tears hit the little blonde, being relieved at the familiar sight of his fathers face though much younger. " D-daddy, I-I was so scared" the little boy whimpered, burying his tear stained face in his fathers shoulder. Bakugou was speechless, he sure as hell was not this kid's father even if it explained the feeling of familiarity. No Bakugou shook his head at the ridiculous thought, this kid was obviously terrified and contrary to popular belief Bakugou would not abandon a lost child " Oi brat, I'm taking you with me back to the dorms. Afterwards we'll find your parents' ' he huffed, Bakugou was going to kill this kid's parents once they were found.

The younger boy began calming down in the older boy's arms, the tears had stopped and he was only softly hiccupping now. "B-but daddy I did find you, I wanna go see mommy" the young boy huffed out, defiantly crossing his arms over his little chest. " Oh yeah, prove it brat" Bakugou smirked thinking he had cornered the little boy in his lie, but much to his astonishment the little boy let out a small explosion in the palm of his hand. Though much brighter than his own, there was no mistaking his explosion quirk.  Bakugou hated to admit that so far the brat seemed to be telling the truth, and he hated even more how his feeling of protectiveness grew at the revelation that this kid in fact was most likely his son from the future. It wasn't rocket science, right now Bakugou was 16 and 100% not a father. Yet here is a little boy that is the spitting image of him as a kid except the eyes, and in this world where quirks exist perhaps time travelling was possible.  

Bakugou's little chat with his son had taken longer than he thought, because as soon as he entered the dorm common room every one in the room snapped their head towards the two ash blondes. The first to break the pin drop silence was Kirishima  " Eh who is the kid, Bakubro" he asked. While Mina asked if he had kidnapped the kid, earning a glare from the explosive blonde. " Daddy, why does Aunt Mina and Uncle Kiri not recognize me? " a little voice asked, making a lot of jaws drop and eyes widened. 1....2......3...... " WHA!!!" The lot of them shouted, questions coming left and right, wanting an explanation as to why this little boy who looked suspiciously like Bakugou called him dad. 

What they all failed to notice was the little boy was recoiling from the loud noise, pressing himself closer and closer to his father. Bakugou noticed this, and thanks to his newfound protectiveness he hugged him closer and glared at them effectively shutting them up. Mostly they were just silenced because the sight of Bakugou hugging and being protective of his supposed son baffled them. I mean we are talking about Mr.Hothead angry Pomeranian, the most blatant rude student in class 1-A if not in the entirety of UA. " Shut it ya damn morons, can't you see you're frightening him" Bakugou sneered at his classmates, not loudly but it was still malicious enough to make a shiver run up their spines. 

Midoriya, who had known Kacchan the longest, was intrigued by this side of Kacchan and unconsciously moved closer to the two ash blondes. Seeing the familiar shade of green hair approach them Bakugou sneered, while his son became ecstatic. " Uncle Izu '' The child yelled excitedly, stretching his arm towards the blushing brocoli boy indicating he wanted to be held. " Ah hell no! He is not your uncle, I won't allow shitty Deku to hold my son" Bakugou yelled, making a few snicker quietly, but what really set them off was the fact his son chopped his head with a little fist. "Oi, why the hell did ya do that for ya brat? Bakugou barks at his son, only receiving a deadpan expression in return. " Mommy said, every time your daddy is mean to uncle Izu chop his head for me, okay baby?" After that announcement they all burst out laughing, while Midoriya tried not to tremble under Bakugou's glare. 

"Speaking of which, who is your mom?, uhm I never got your name, little guy" Kirishima asked the little boy, stating a valid point. Bakugou realized that even though he had known his son for about 5 hours now, he never once asked what the boy's name was. " What do you mean, Uncle Kiri, it's me Katsuma?" Katsuma tilted his head a bit, not really being aware or understanding that he most likely travelled through time. " Well you aren't born in our time yet, mini Bakugou" Kaminari informed the little boy, in his usual teasing voice. " Really Uncle Kami" Little Katsuma asked " Does this mean mommy and daddy aren't together yet?" He asked, surprising the teenagers. Katsuma was surprisingly smart for a kid his age, and after the initial shock from being called daddy Katsuki totally forgot to ask about his son's mother. 

"That is correct, Katsuma'' Todoroki piped up in his usual monotone voice, surprising Katsuma with his appearance. " Uncle Todo'' Katsuma replied coolly, surprising everyone present. The happy bubbly 5 year old had vanished in an instant, and been replaced with a little boy full of hatred. Breaking the little staring contest that had broken out between his son and the damn half n half bastard, was none other than Midoriya's phone. Being the klutz that he is, he ended up answering and putting it on speaker. " Izuku, Ochaco said there was a cute kid at your dorm, so I'm coming over " y/n voice could be heard, instantly Katsuma brightened up again being all sparkles and rainbows again. He tugged at his dad's collar, demanding Katsuki's attention " daddy, daddy did you hear, mommy's coming over" the little ash blonde exclaimed, bouncing in his fathers arms from being giddy. This new information caused everybody's jaw to land on the floor once again.

" WHY, why does Bakugou get the hot chick? '' Mineta yelled in agony, being the little pervert he is, he had to comment on her looks. " Oi, don't talk about my future wife and baby mama y/n like that, I'll fucking blast you to hell" His statement followed by the crackeling in his palm, and the sound of a phone being dropped? Turning around Bakugou was met with your stunned face, eyes blown wide with confusion and astonishment clearly written on your face. " Mommy" Katsuma yelled, squirming trying to get out of his fathers embrace, and slowly Katsuki sat him down. When his small feet hit the floor, Katsuma was sprinting towards y/n with all his might and flinging himself into her arms. Resulting in the poor girl, falling down on the floor in her confusion.

Katsuma buried his face in her neck, sighing happily to himself. The remaining nerves  he had totally disappeared once he saw you. As much as Katsuma was a daddy’s boy, he was even more of a mama’s boy. Katsuma could feel the lack of response coming from his mother, curious and slightly scared he looked at her face. you were absolutely stunned, no response came from you frightening the young boy. Tears began swimming in Katsuma’s beautiful e/c eyes, snapping you back to reality. The sight of a child with tears in his eyes, struck your motherly instincts. Answers could wait, right now there was an adorable toddler with tears in his eyes, and you had to comfort him.

Slowly Katsuma was pulled into your embrace, head buried in the crock of your neck. Arms wrapped tightly around the preciuóus boy, letting him cling to you for deer life. “ M-mommy, I m-missed you, I was s-so scared-d” Katsuma said through sobs and hiccups. Not bothering to correct him, you bounced him lightly up and down in your arms. Bakugou came and helped you onto your feet, putting an arm around your waist. His other hand began stroking Katsuma’s unruly blond hair. 

Around them the rest of the class was still stunned into silence, seeing the small family in an embrace. Most of them had never seen Bakugou look so protective and calm, let alone with a small blush. You would also sport a matching blush if it weren’t for the fact, all your attention was on the young boy in your arms. He looked like a carbon copy of Katsuki, yet his e/c eyes looked exactly like yours. Slowly the sniffles stopped. Instead they were replaced by steady breathing, it seems like the child had a long day because he was fast asleep in your arms.

Slowly you made your way to the 1-A dorm living room couch, with the sleeping child in your arms and Bakugou not far behind you. He made it a point to keep his hand on the small of your back, glaring at the other guys present if they looked at your or his son the wrong way. “ Can somebody please explain to me what is going on?” You whispered so you wouldn’t wake up the young boy, whose name you still hadn’t caught. Your eyes caught Izuku’s eyes, but for some reason his eyes widened and he averted his gaze from you. Izuku is one of your best friends, you met because you and your classmate Hatsume Mei worked on his hero costume and you hit it off. 

With your attention not fully on the child anymore, you now realised that somebody had their arm around your shoulders. Looking to your right where the owner would be stítting, your eyes widened slightly at the person on your right. One of the hottest guys in UA had his arm around you, Bakugou Katsuki of class 1-a was well known in the school. His temper, looks and quirk had made him extremely popular with the female population of UA, though none of them dared approach him. The bad boy image both attracted them and made them keep their distance from him. He wasn’t exactly known for being a teddy bear, so Katsuki hugging y/n closer to him and keeping touching her was not expected.

 “ Oi Flashlight, brat is ours from the future. I don't know how he got here but it’s true. He even has my quirk, you know what this means right ” Bakugou spoke, explaining the situation. The others had left the two of you alone, giving Bakugou privacy to explain the surreal situation to you.  What this means? What did he mean by that? You couldn’t help but ponder the meaning. Turning your head to face him and question him on what he meant, you were met with a very close Bakugou. Bakugou couldn’t contain himself seeing you look so adorably clueless, so he closed the small gap between you. 

His lips were surprisingly soft. He was gentle in kissing you, not knowing how you would react. I mean you had to like him back right? You were sitting there next to hum with YOUR SON in your arms. He smelled nice, it was a sweet scent like caramel courtesy of his quirk. The kiss was slow, loving and gentle, the feeling of his lips on yours were intoxicating. Pulling back from the kiss, Bakugou growled silently, huskily in your ear “Your mine, flashlight” Heat crept up your neck, and you were left softly blushing. “ What are we going to do with him Bakugou?” Still facing Bakugou, you looked at your son from the future. There really was no mistake, he looked like a perfect Katsuki copy with your eyes, and your motherly instincts told that this was in fact your son. 

“It’s Katsuki to you Flashlight ” He corrected you “For now let's go to bed, it’s late. We can ask the squirt questions tomorrow” Katsuki led you to his room, still with a sleeping Katsuma in your arms. His bed was big enough to fit the three of you. You laid down with Katsuma in the middle, both you and Katsuki put an arm around Katsuma. Katsuki intertwined your fingers, and slowly you fell into a blissful sleep. You could ask more questions tomorrow.

But when you woke up, Katsuma was nowhere to be found. Only you and Katsuki were cuddling in his bed. You and Katsuki both came to the conclusion that whatever quirk sent Katsuma here probably sent him back to his own time. “Katsuki, is it wrong of me to miss him already?” You looked at your new boyfriend, looking into his sleepy vermillion orbs. “ If you miss the little firecracker already, why don’t we bring him back” His morning voice was rough, and tickled your ears just right, sending a shiver down your spine. Bakugou's eyes glinted with mischief, as he began kissing your neck. The innuendo not lost on you, the feeling of his lips on a particular spot had you giggling. It was ticklish and stopped him in his tracks for just long enough for you to get a word in. “ Let’s wait a few years okay” He nodded and laid down next to you again, pulling you close.

You would see Katsuma again. Someday.

#mha #bakugou #dad au #xreader #dadbakugou #momreader #timetravel #bnha #bnha bakugo x reader #bakusquad

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The Brothers and Side Characters Go on a Road Trip!

So, Diavolo, Lord of the Devildom, wants to go on a road trip for reasons unknown. You know what? Screw it, the reason is because Dia wants to do a fun human thing because MC brought it up during tea time. No one can defy the king, so TIME FOR A ROAD TRIP!

Shut Up! HE DOESN’T NEED DIRECTIONS! (Lucifer)

He was going to turn that car around. That’s it, he was going to leave. Someone else drive.

I hope your MC likes staticky traffic updates because that’s what Lucifer constantly had on the radio.

Obviously, some of the brothers complained, so Lucifer put on Beethoven’s Symphony no. 9. HELL YEAH TURN IT UP DJ!

Lol JK no one can car-dance to classical music. Just go back to the staticky traffic updates…

Lucifer would have preferred it if MC or Barbatos were riding shotgun next to him, but Diavolo ended up getting it. Dia is constantly asking Lucifer to stop so he can take pictures of the most mundane shit.

Lucifer stopped stopping after the first fifteen requests.

“I’m not stopping at McDonalds- hang on. Hi McDonald’s employee, one black coffee please.”

In true father fashion, Lucifer got lost and REFUSED to ask for directions. They were lost for five hours before Diavolo finally asked:

“Lucifer, you can turn on the GPS right?”

“Yes, but I don’t trust it.”

Everyone screamed in frustration and were all fully prepared to abandon Lucifer at the side of the road.

Please… can someone else drive? Anyone else…

Are We There Yeeeet..? (Mammon)

Okay, so, Mammon was one of two ways on that road trip. One: complete ADHD daydream zoned out. Or type Two: AAAAAAAAAARRRRRRREEEEE WEEEEEEEE THEEEEEEEEERRRRRREEEE YEEEEEEET???!

He wanted to stop and go to all the tourist traps, by the end of the road trip Mammon wanted to open his own.

The Avatar of Greed loves driving, problem is, he’s used to driving off into the sunset as a lone bachelor, not with his friends and brothers in the car as well.

He only got to drive once, and it was awful. 0/10 would not recommend. Luke thought MC was driving and called shotgun…

Mammon just turns on the radio for music and hopes something good is on at least ONE channel.

STOP WEAVING BETWEEN LANES YOU MORON-

Not all of Mammon’s time driving was bad, the combined powers of Luke and Mammon meant that everyone stopped at a petting zoo at the side of the road. Everyone had a good time, even though when they got back into the car they all smelled like a farm.

Did anyone else hear that oinking in the car-

*Vibes to Music in the Backseat* (Levi)

After being cruelly dragged from his room and placed in this stupid van… he just climbed into the backseat and put on his headphones.

Maybe anime openings could drown out this problem…

Levi only drove for fifteen minutes, it was the most terrifying fifteen minutes of everyone’s lives.

Mario Kart is not a substitute for proper driving school!

Listen- Levi actually saved the entire trip, after stopping at a gas station everyone noticed that Levi never complained about what was on the radio because he was wearing headphones, so everyone bought their own pair and the car trip was so much more pleasant…

No matter how many times Lucifer told Levi to get his feet off the seat, he wouldn’t listen, he was GAMING and they took him away from his gaming chair! HE NEEDED TO SCRUNCH HIMSELF UP LIKE A GOBLIN TO FOCUS DAMMIT!

Whenever the car would stop so everyone could get out and take a picture or look at something, Levi had to be practically dragged out of the car and manually posed for the pictures.

“Is this one of those vans with TVs in them? I brought the first five volumes of TSL on DVD!”

While Satan was driving they stopped at a lake, and Levi burst out of the car and made friends with all the lake fish.

He was still soaking wet when they had to leave.

I’m a Responsible Driver- IS THAT AN OLD BOOKSTORE?! (Satan)

Satan, we believed in you…

Our favourite nerd wanted to stop at any and all historical spots or cool looking bookstores he saw.

When everyone went to buy headphones, he got a pair with cat-ears on them! Because obviously!

Satan’s a responsible driver, and he’s not as prone to road rage as one might think. He has patience, remember in the Jobs event when he worked in customer service? Those kinds of jobs take a godlike amount of self control to do.

Asmo called shotgun and Satan got to have the wonderful experience of having his ear chatted off by his dear brother.

Satan was not about to have fast food for the eighth time in four days, if everyone wanted food, he’d stop at a restaurant.

He was terribly sorry to anyone who needed to use the restroom, but they should have gone at the last rest stop.

When Satan stopped at the lake, he gave everyone a long lecture on the historical significance of the place, then noticed that Levi was being crowned king of the lake and decided he should cut his history lesson short before Levi abandoned his family to chill with the fish forever.

I wanted Satan to be the normal chill one with the radio… I really did… but deep in my subconscious I feel like Satan would put on one of those language learning DVDs so he can learn another language on the go like a total dork.

Road Rage (Asmodeus)

No one saw this coming but- Asmo gets some B A D road rage. Someone cuts him off? “Hi hello dear, WOULD YOU LIKE ME TO SHOVE MY FOOT UP YOUR ASS?!” Someone doesn’t use a turn signal? “YOU BRAIN DEAD MORON! LEARN TO DRIVE!” Someone just pisses him off? “*prolonged horn sound*”

It’s just… the car trip was so taxing on the poor Avatar of Lust… he was crammed into the middle seat for the majority of the trip… he had to give his sleeping mask to Belphie… Beel was getting crumbs all over him and he couldn’t move over… just so tragic…

Solomon called shotgun and it was the greatest couple of hours of his life. He got a front row seat to Lucifer and Barbatos dragging Asmo back into the car because he tried to pick a fight with another driver.

Asmo wasn’t having a good time…

He didn’t want to stop for any gas station food or go through a drive-thru so it was another expensive restaurant trip. Rest In Peace to the gang’s wallets.

When he wasn’t driving, Asmo was loudly talking with MC or talking on the phone. It was a blessing in disguise when they went through an area with bad phone reception and Asmo finally had to shut up.

Oh well… at least he got a few nice pictures for Devilgram.

MCDONALDS! MCDONALDS! MCDONALDS! (Beel)

We all know Beel is massive, right? His head is touching the ceiling and every speed-bump hurt.

He’s the one begging to stop at every gas station or fast food place they pass by.

Beel’s section in the car was covered in empty bags of Doritos by the end of the trip.

When Beel got to drive, Belphie got shotgun! Hell yeah dream team!

Poor Beel, he got distracted and ended up somehow popping a tire. He pulled over next to a farm, changed the tire, then got back in the car and kept driving.

Uh… there was an awful lack of snoring next to Beel- OH FUCK THEY LEFT BELPHIE!

Belphie was found sleeping next to the cows on the farm they had stopped at earlier.

The cows didn’t want to give their sleepy god up so easily…

After that… Beel didn’t want to drive anymore…

“Look, cows.” (Belphie)

I really need to stop with the cow jokes but I CAN’T

*snore*

Belphie’s crammed between Beel and MC for most of the trip and is probably drooling all over poor MC’s lap or shoulder.

Beware, he jolts up randomly and looks around in a panic before he realizes he’s in a car. This happens every three hours.

Belphie’s not allowed to drive, he’d fall asleep. But when Lucifer takes the wheel and puts on that fucking staticky radio, Belphie forms an idea.

“*ahem* four thousand bottles of beer on the wall, four thousand bottles of beer,”

Mission success, Lucifer wanted to tear his hair out.

Belphie ended up asking to stop when they get to a stretch of road with no streetlights, everyone got out of the and stared at the stars.

…listen, it’s a miracle no one got axe murdered but the stars were gorgeous.

Remember when I said Satan put on those language learning DVDs? Yeah uh…. Belphie woke up from his last nap of the trip almost fully fluent in Spanish. At least one person gained a new skill on this trip…

Oooo, Look at Thaaaaat! (Diavolo)

Even though the side characters were in a different car most of the time, sometimes people would switch to the other car if they met up at a gas station.

By the end of the road trip Dia looked like one of those tourist dads, Hawaiian shirt and all.

Dia can’t drive

He’s absorbing human culture… and human culture involves ordering everything at this random Wendy’s.

Diavolo’s camera roll is so unbelievably full by the end of the trip and he refuses to delete ANY of the pictures.

Most of the pictures are of really weird and boring stuff, like traffic signs and trees, but the picture he ends up printing out and putting in a picture frame is a picture of the whole group at the petting zoo having a grand old time.

He wanted to take home a baby goat but Barbatos said that wasn’t a good idea :(

Help. (Barbatos)

So, it could have been worse for Barbatos, he could have been stuck in the car with the brothers and MC.

Dia always had the seat up front, but when he left the car to go hang out with the dude-squad, Solomon got the passenger seat.

Solomon decided it would be a good idea to pester Barbatos to go faster and take weird shortcuts through (probably not legal) backroads and creepy forest paths.

Good thing Barbatos, Luke, and Simeon had functioning brain cells and knew that’s how horror movies began.

Barbatos stopped for fast food once and only once. It’s not healthy!

He’s the only driver to take suggestions for music, meaning that the side characters’ car was the best one of the two.

“SOMEONE GET THE BARF BAG!”(Simeon)

He’s just… he’s just trying his best not to vomit…

Simeon thought the car would be a good place to get some writing done while they drove down long stretches of road. Simeon was wrong in that assumption.

With his head down way too much while the car zoomed down the highway, Simeon felt himself getting *very* sick about four hours in.

He was worried he may have accidentally eaten something of Solomon’s… but nope. The angel was carsick.

Luke had the important job of patting Simeon on the back as he leaned over the barf-bag while Solomon dry heaved up front.

Hurry and open the windows before Solomon barfs too!!!!

Other than the car sickness, he had the job of making sure Luke was entertained, there was a good hour of eye-spy until they just got to a stretch of forest.

After that, Simeon realized that he could just give Luke free permission to ramble about whatever he wanted and that would keep the little guy entertained for HOURS.

What do You Mean I Can’t Legally Make This Turn?! (Solomon)

Shifty bastard can drive, problem is, he doesn’t care about the laws of the road.

He ended up getting pulled over after breaking approximately 11 traffic laws in less than ten minutes.

“License and registration.” “Yeah yeah yeah…” “…sir, this license expired in 1989.” “…shit.”

Solomon gunned it and managed to use his magic to hide the car and evade the very confused traffic cop.

Luke was completely aghast at the flagrant law breaking, but Solomon’s excuse was that the 80s were a lawless wasteland and he completely forgot he legally had to update his license.

He’s an equally obnoxious passenger as he is driver, but at least no one in the car is bored.

“You know, back in the day cars didn’t have seatbelts.” “Solomon put your seatbelt back on.”

…Can we keep it? (Luke)

He was against this from the start. A road trip? With those nasty demons? No! Never!

Okay fine… maybe he wanted to see some more of the human world… he agreed to go.

After helping Simeon through his car sickness, he misheard the other car say that MC would be driving, and Luke wanted to hang out with his third parent 🥺

That’s how he ended up riding shotgun next to Mammon. It started out rough, but when the two spotted the petting zoo it was all sunshine and rainbows.

Luke made friends with all the animals! He was like a little Disney Prince. He got especially attached to this one piglet, it was a surprise to Simeon that the goodbye wasn’t tearful.

Luke smuggled that piglet out of the petting zoo and they were all over fifty miles away before anyone noticed.

Of course, everyone was just shocked that Luke had stolen something, but he looked so cute holding the little piggy… awwww…

The bros obviously joked that Luke had gone to the dark side and was totally evil because he had taken the pig, much to the poor kid’s dismay.

Simeon tried to convince Luke that he needed to return the piglet but Luke was adamant that he could totally take good care of it.

Welp, time for Lucifer to fix this.

“Luke, you need to go put the pig back, it’s not yours.”

“No! I’ll take good care of it!”

“That doesn’t matter, you stole it. It’s not your property, do you want to end up a scummy thief like Mammon?”

“No not at all. Let’s go return the pig.”

“THAT’S ALL IT TOOK?!”

#Obey me #Obey me! #Obey me Headcanons #obey me shall we date #obey me! shall we date? #Obey me Lucifer #Obey me Luke #Obey me Simeon #Obey me Diavolo #Obey me Solomon #Obey me Barbatos #Obey me Mammon #Obey me Leviathan #Obey me Belphegor #Obey me Beelzebub #Obey me Asmodeus #Obey me Satan

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"Victory" (Spencer Reid/ Reader)

Requested: Yes

Summary: Spencer's daughter hates her father's girlfriend. But when he is in prison, life pushes them to finally get along.

Warning: Cursing, a little angst, a mean teenager, and fluff.

Word count: 5,4K

A/N: Hello, pretty people! How are you? I've missed you! Life has been a little messy and filled with angst, so writing hasn't come easy in the lastest weeks. Hope you like this story, and I hope I can bring you a new one soon 😉

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Spencer's daughter hated her dad's new girlfriend. And she wasn't subtle about it. She hated that her father was now dating, 'cos she didn't want to share his love. So now she didn't even want to be around him anymore 'cos he was so happy, it was annoying.

It wasn't that she hated her father, 'cos she loved him. But she was never going to face the fact she was jealous. She didn't want to share Spencer with anyone because he was all the family she knew, and they were a team.

Victoria Reid was twelve years old. She had grown up alone with her dad 'cos her mother had ditched the two of them soon after she was born. Spencer had tried to explain to his daughter her mom had left 'cos she wasn't ready to deal with the responsibility of being a mother, which was true. He, on the other hand, was happy to know he was going to be a father, and he repeated over and over again she was the best thing that had ever happened to him.

That was true.

When Spencer and his ex found out they were going to be parents, he was ecstatic. He couldn't wait to hold his baby in his arms and watch them grow. He didn't know his girlfriend had other plans, though, and soon after Victoria was born, she had left the two of them and never looked back.

Spencer wasn't going to lose the chance of being a dad. Even when he knew he was too young, Reid was ready to raise that baby on his own and give her all the love he had.

That's why he and Victoria were so close. Spencer was the only parent she had ever had. He was her world. And though Spencer was only 24 when Tori was born, he had given her his best.

Tori was the BAU's baby girl. Everybody in the team was a part of her life because she had grown up with them. Penelope was her best friend and godmother. Victoria would spend a lot of time with her while her dad was away on a case. Derek was her cool uncle. He helped her train to get into the basketball team and taught her how to dance. JJ was the closest to a mother figure in her life. Tori would spend time with her after school, playing with Henry. Spencer always said JJ was like a sister for him, and that's why they were all like family. Tori actually called Henry and Michel her cousins.

Emily was like her best friend. They could talk about anything, and at least twice a month, they would go out together shopping, just the two of them. Spencer always respected his daughter's relationship with his friend 'cos they were their little extended family. Tori called Rossi "Nono." He had taught her himself, and she loved going to his mansion, 'cos he always had new video games to play with her.

But then came (Y/N). She had joined the team when Victoria was only six years old, and for the first five years, they got along just fine. (Y/N) would come along shopping with her and Emily, sometimes she took Tori out for some pastries, and talked about bands, boys. Victoria loved her.

That until the incident.

She hated (Y/N) after the incident.

Victoria refused to talk to her after THE INCIDENT.

It was a warm spring afternoon, Spencer and (Y/N) had the afternoon off, and they were at his apartment... heavily making out on the couch. That's why they lost track of time.

(Y/N) and Spencer had started dating a few months before. They had been in love with each other for years. Still, neither of them had acted on it until Rossi's birthday party, when they had a little too many drinks and finally confessed their feelings. They wanted to take things slow, but when you make out in front of the whole team, it might be a little harder imagined.

But they had decided to wait for the right time to tell Victoria. But, unfortunately, the right time didn't come soon enough.

- "Dad!! I'm home!!"- Victoria opened the front door and froze in shock at the scene going on in front of her. The twelve-year-old had asked her best friend's mother to drop her home earlier when Penelope told her Spencer had already gone home. In Garcia's defense, she had no idea what was going on in Reid's residence, and if she had known, she would have never let Victoria know her dad was home.

(Y/N) widened her eyes and quickly grabbed a pillow to cover herself. She was shirtless, sitting on Spencer's lap. She still had her bra on (thank god), but anyone could tell that scene was leading to the bedroom in a few seconds.

- "Shit!"- Spencer whispered and closed his eyes as he realized what was going on. (Y/N) held her breath as she stared into the young teen's eyes. Victoria didn't know what to do or what to say, so she simply ran to her room and slammed the door.

- "Ok... so I think Tori knows about us"- (Y/N) tried to ease the mood and smiled at her boyfriend as she put on her shirt. But Spencer sighed and covered his face with both hands- "Oh, come on. It doesn't have to be a bad thing. Let me talk to her."

- "No, (Y/N), let me talk to her first."- Spencer stood up and kissed (Y/N) 's nose- "I know she is mad, and I should be the one dealing with her anger."

Reid knew his daughter well enough to anticipate her behavior. People had often told him he could be a little passive-aggressive when he was upset. And his daughter was just like him.

- "Victoria, open the door!"- he said and waited a few seconds after knocking.

- "Go away!"- the teenager yelled, laying on her bed. She felt betrayed and confused. But most of all, she felt angry that her father had decided to have a girlfriend. He had no right to do such a thing. He had to take care of her and her grandma. No one else.

- "Victoria, we need to talk about this!"

- "You seemed too busy with your girlfriend to talk to me, dad. So go away!"

- "Victoria Marie!"- Spencer knocked on the door but got no answer from his daughter. (Y/N) heard it all from the couch and tried to think of a way to fix things with the young girl.

Sadly, it wasn't going to be easy, and in the months that followed, everything was far from being normal again.

- "I hate her!"- Victoria huffed and left her book aside. Spencer was trying to explain to her why (Y/N) would stay with her and Diana while he took a short work trip for the weekend. But the girl didn't want to hear a word about it.

- "You used to get along with her just fine until we started dating."- Spencer tried to dialogue with his daughter. Still, it was honestly getting harder and harder each time they touched the subject.

- "Used to. You just said it. I have the right to change my mind about people. Why can't I stay with auntie Penelope for the weekend?"

- "Because I want you to make an effort and try to get along with (Y/N) again. Victoria, we've been through this before. I love you, and that's not going to change just because I am dating (Y/N)."

- "This is so unfair! I hate you!!"

Spence tried to stay calm, but after over four-month having the same argument almost every day, he was losing it. Victoria stormed out and slammed her bedroom door behind her back. Maybe it was better not to push it, Spencer thought, defeated, and called Penelope to ask her if his daughter could spend the weekend with her, 'cos he had to travel. Maybe Victoria and (Y/N) weren't going to get along if he forced them to spend time together.

Everyone had already tried to talk to her about what was going on: JJ, Emily, Penelope. But Victoria wasn't ready to give in. She wanted to hate (Y/N), and nothing was going to change that. Or so she thought.

The day Penelope showed up in Victoria's school and announced her something had happened to her dad was engraved in the girl's memory forever as the worst day of her life. Her father had been arrested in Mexico, but Garcia had assured her, the whole team was working to bring him home safe. Meanwhile, she would stay with her in her apartment (she was already there anyway), and Diana would stay home with her nurse.

Victoria's heart was broken. She was basically alone in the whole world. Her father was her anchor. Her protector. Her superhero. Her best friend. And now, all of a sudden, he was gone, and though everybody told her it was going to be ok, she knew it wasn't.

- "Hey,"- (Y/N) walked into Penelope's office and found Victoria doing her homework- "Pen told me you were here, and I thought maybe you'd like one of these."

The young SSA said and handed the girl a box of fresh chocolate frosted with sprinkled donuts and a strawberry milkshake. Her favorites.

But Victoria didn't reply. Instead, she looked at (Y/N) right in the eyes, not moving a muscle, and then returned to her homework.

It had been two weeks since Spencer had been accused of murder, and he had been transferred to Virginia. But the team was far from solving the case.

- "Ok, Tori, please stop this. I know you don't like me dating your dad, but this is not the right time to fight. I know..."- (Y/N) made a short pause and took a deep breath before resuming her idea- "I know how you feel."

- "No. You don't."- Victoria Reid's voice was loud and clear, like thunder, hitting earth with anger. So clear, in fact, (Y/N) widened her eyes when she heard her.

- "You have no idea how I feel. Your dad ain't in jail accused of killing some woman in Mexico. You have no right to tell me that!"

- "My boyfriend and best friend in the whole world is in jail right now, and it doesn't matter if I work myself to death 18 hours every single fucking day; I still can't find the way to help him. I feel lost and alone, and most of all, scared, 'cos I've come to realize I have no idea how to live without him anymore. I'm guessing that's very close to what you feel."

(Y/N) poured her heart with complete honesty to her boyfriend's daughter, fighting the tears back, though you could feel the desperation in her voice. She didn't know if it would be of any use, but she had to take that from her chest. She missed Spencer so much she felt she was going insane. She had no idea what to do.

Victoria stared at her, furrowing her eyes and pouting. She didn't want to cry in front of (Y/N) 'cos she didn't want her trying to console her.

- "Just because you are dating him doesn't mean you have to take care of me. I can take care of myself."- Tori said and looked at the donut. She was hungry, they looked delicious, but the teenager didn't want to accept any gift coming from (Y/N).

- "I am not here because you are my boyfriend's daughter. I thought you were a cool kid way before I fell in love with him."- (Y/N) tried to calm herself down and sat across the table from Victoria- "And I am not trying to steal him from you. I just wanna... make him happy."

- "We were happy,"- the teenager's comeback was like a slap on (Y/N) 's face, but she did her best not to take it personally. She knew it was useless fighting with a teenager.

- "I have a visit scheduled for tomorrow. If you'd like, we could go together."

Tori held her breath. She hadn't seen her father since he left for Mexico. Of course, Victoria wanted to see him and hug him. It was all she wanted in the whole world. But... she didn't want to be friendly with (Y/N).

- "If I go... it doesn't mean I like you."- the young girl whispered.

- "I know"- (Y/N) nodded, feeling already triumphant.

- "And it doesn't mean I'm ok with you dating him."

- "I understand. I just know you miss him, Tori. I really know how you feel, and I'm gonna help you whenever I get a chance."- Victoria didn't answer; she just sighed and grabbed a donut. (Y/N) tried not to smile, feeling she had a small victory.

Spencer couldn't believe it when he saw his little girl waiting for him sitting next to (Y/N) instead of his lawyer in the small grey room. Victoria stood up and ran to him the second the door opened and wrapped her arms around her father as tight as possible.

(Y/N) looked at the guards, thankful neither of them had tried to stop the teenager.

Spencer kissed his daughter's cheek a few times and whispered how sorry he was to put her under those circumstances. He didn't know what to do or what to say. He was speechless. A part of him hated the idea of his daughter visiting him in jail, but he also missed her too much to argue with (Y/N) for bringing her over.

- "I'll go fill a few forms. Be right back"- (Y/N) whispered and saw Spencer's warm smile as he mouthed "Thank you," still hugging his daughter. She whispered, "I love you," and walked outside the room. She knew Victoria would appreciate a few minutes alone with her father, and she didn't want to take that away from them. She really wanted to make Spencer and Tori happy, and spending time together was what they needed.

- "I know this is hard, peanut, but we'll get through it. I'll be out in a few weeks. I promise"- Spencer held his daughter's hands as they sat across the table.

- "I miss you"- her voice was a soft whisper, as she kept trying not to cry anymore. She didn't want to make him feel guilty, sad, or anxious.

- "Me too. How are you? How is living with aunt Penelope going?"

- "Ok... we watch a lot of movies."

- "And school?"- Tori shrugged.

- "Ok, I guess."

- "Victoria..."

- "I got a C on my history paper."

- "Baby..."

- "I know, I know, I should have tried harder, but I really didn't want to do it."

Spencer was torn between lecturing his daughter for getting a bad grade and actually telling her it was ok, 'cos they were going through a rough patch. It was obvious she might get bad grades, all things considered.

- "I'm sorry I wasn't there to help you"- it was all Spencer managed to whisper.

- "Don't say that, dad. I'm sorry I slacked off."

- "You know, you could ask (Y/N) for help,"- Spencer suggested, but Tori just rolled her eyes, annoyed- "She has a master in the subject..."

- "Dad, please don't force me to talk to her."

- "I'm just saying... you don't have to be her best friend, just ask for help when needed, especially when it comes to school. Besides, it's clear she isn't a bad person if she brought you here today."

- "She just wants to win me over."- Tori mumbled and crossed her arms on her chest. But she knew her dad was right in one thing: (Y/N) had done a pretty good thing taking her to see her dad and letting them spend time together on their own.

Victoria thought she was losing her mind after three months had passed and her father was still in jail. It didn't matter that (Y/N) took her every Saturday morning to visit, played her favorite music, and bought her all the pastries she loved. She needed to live with her father again and do all the small things they loved: making breakfast together, playing scrabble, taking long walks in the park, eating ice cream. Tori even missed her father's annoying habits. She missed his rambling and how he always had an answer for everything, even for the things she didn't want to talk about with him.

Spencer was an amazing father, no questions asked, and Victoria Reid knew she couldn't ask for a better dad than him. She just wanted him back.

But things weren't going to improve soon.

When the team found out Diana Reid had been kidnapped, (Y/N) had to take a minute and lock herself in the bathroom to cry her heart out. She felt bad things were never going to cease, and she didn't want to tell Victoria. The girl had already been through so much, adding the abduction of her grandmother wasn't fair. Tori was just twelve. She shouldn't be going through all that.

- "Victoria?"

Prentiss decided she was going to be the one to tell the girl what was going on, and (Y/N) offered herself to look for her. She was in Rossi's office, reading a book curled on his comfy couch. That poor kid almost lived at the BAU by then.

- "My homework is done."- she replied, not taking her eyes from the page she was reading.

- "That's good. And what are you reading?"- Tori sighed and showed her the cover- "Something Wicked this way comes," I love that book"- (Y/N) smiled and took a look around.

- "Figured my father forced you to read it."

- "Actually, I read it when I was ten, and it's one of my favorite books."- (Y/N) looked at Victoria, but the teenager kept pretending to read, ignoring her- "Emily needs to talk to you."

- "And why are you here? Why didn't aunt Emily come? Are you her secretary?"- there was something about Victoria's attitude that reminded (Y/N) of Reid.

- "I wanted to see you, see how you were doing, and take you to the conference room"- Tori sighed and stood up. She hoped Emily had good news about her father, 'cos she was honestly going insane.

But of course, Prentiss didn't have any good news.

- "I'm sorry, Tori, but... you are going to have to stay here tonight"- the girl frowned, confused, and looked at the whole team around her. Everybody looked like they hadn't slept in days. Which, by the way, was very accurate.

- "Why?"

- "'Cos we are going to have to..."- Emily paused and held her breath, staring at her niece's eyes.- "I'm sorry, Tori, but this is the truth: the woman who framed your father has kidnapped Diana, and I'm scared she might try to get you too. So until we catch her, the safest place to be is here, at the BAU. With us."

Tori gasped and covered her mouth with both hands as tears filled her eyes in a second.

- "Nana? Is she ok?"

- "We don't know yet, but we are working to bring her home safe as soon as possible"- JJ caressed Tori's arm and tried to hold her, but she pushed her away mad frowned.

- "You keep saying that, you keep telling me you are working to bring my family home safe, but so far, you haven't done anything!! I am still alone! Dad is in jail, and everybody knows he is innocent! And now nana is gone too!!"

- "Baby, we know it is hard, but..."- Emily wanted to explain to Victoria everything was more complex than they had expected, but the girl covered her ears and shook her head, yelling as she stormed out of the room

- "I don't wanna hear you!! I want my dad!!"

It was painful to hear those things, 'cos the team was doing the best they could for Reid and his family, but they could understand the frustration and, most of all, the fear that little girl felt.

- "I'll talk to her,"- (Y/N) said and turned to Emily- "You guys continue what you were doing. I'll try to calm her down."

- "Are you sure you wanna go?"- Emily asked and cut (Y/N) a short smile.

- "Yeah, for once, she is mad at all of us, not just me."

The young SSA walked to Garcias's office, where Tori was hidden underneath a desk, crying.

- "Hey."

- "Leave me alone."

- "I know I'm the last person you wanna be with right now, and I am sorry I can't do anything to make you feel better. I can only promise you this: we are doing all we can to bring your dad and your grandmother back home safe." - (Y/N) whispered as she walked slowly towards the girl, who sobbed, whipping off the tears from her eyes.

- "Just leave me alone. I want to be alone,"- Tori mumbled and wrapped her arms around herself, sobbing.

- "I'm not gonna leave you alone, Tori. You are not alone here with us."

- "I am alone!! I want my daddy!! I need my daddy!!"- the girl continued crying her eyes out, hidden underneath the desk. (Y/N) kneeled next to her and sat on the floor.

- "Come here"- it was a bold move, 'cos (Y/N) knew the girl was going to reject her, but she didn't care. She couldn't deal with her sadness, and it scared her to think how bad the child was feeling. So, (Y/N) opened her arms and moved the teen closer to her.

Surprisingly, the girl didn't reject her. Instead, she cried against the fabric of (Y/N) 's sweater and sobbed, shaking, as (Y/N) caressed her hair carefully.

- "I swear, we are not gonna rest until he is free and until Diana is home."

- "I want my family back,"- Victoria mumbled and sighed.

- "You'll get it. I swear, I'll do everything I can to bring them back to you."

That was the first time since (Y/N) started dating Spencer that Victoria let her close. In the middle of the mess they were all lost into, it felt like a little break of peace. Another small victory for the young woman.

(Y/N) didn't mind spending the whole night awake going through an endless pile of files if it meant there was a chance to bring Spencer back home. Tori stayed in Rossi's office, where she made something that looked pretty much like a fort on the couch, with blankets and pillows, to hide from the rest of the world.

It was heartwarming and heartbreaking at the same time, looking at the girl hidden there, trying to read, trying to draw, trying to do anything to take her mind from reality. Penelope brought her something to eat, but she rejected it, saying she wasn't hungry. Emily and JJ had tried to talk to her, but Tori kindly said she wanted to be alone. Even Morgan had called her and announced to her he was taking a plane from Chicago to help the team looking for Diana.

None of that cheered Victoria up.

- "I bought you this,"

Around ten, (Y/N) opened Rossi's door and walked in, holding a box of frosted chocolate donuts with sprinkles.

- "They always cheer your dad up, so I'm counting they will do the trick with you too"- the young woman tried to joke but found Victoria crying quietly insider her fort.

- "Please, just leave me alone,"- she whispered and hid her face with both her hands. (Y/N) didn't pay attention and sat with her inside the fort.

- "Not a chance."

- "I really don't wanna do this now, just leave me alone,"- the girl sighed, defeated, and continued crying.

- "Come here, I told you, you are not alone."

- "I am alone, (Y/N)! My dad is in jail, my grandma is kidnapped, and my mother left me 'cos she didn't love me!"

- "No, baby, don't say that"- (Y/N) wrapped her arms around Tori and kissed the top of her head.

- "I know my mom didn't want to have me, and maybe she was right... maybe I am cursed, and all this is my fault."

- "Victoria Marie Reid, you are talking senseless" (Y/N) held the girl's shoulder and looked into her eyes.

- "You are an adorable young girl who deserves the best in the world. Why did this happen? I don't know, bad shit happens in life, and we must try to learn something from it. That's it. There's no reason or cause. Shit happens, baby, but we must raise stronger than before. You are an incredible young girl, and I know your dad is proud of you. I am proud of you, 'cos you've been so courageous and brave."

- "You are just saying that 'cos you are with my dad."

- "No. I would say that even if I hated your dad. You know why? 'Cos I am not lying, you are awesome, and I love you, get that into your head. And you are not alone, 'cos I am here, see?"- (Y/N) ran her thumb on Tori's cheek, whipping off a few of her tears- "I'm here even when you don't want me to be, so I don't know if you can tell, but you are doomed, you can't get rid of me now. I'm like a disease, but a good one... I don' know if there's a good disease. I'm sure your dad would have the answer for my random comment right now."

Both Victoria and (Y/N) chuckled at the same time, and the girl nodded.

- "He definitely would..."

- "He would also lecture me why I shouldn't give you sugar after dinner, but he is not here, and I am not telling him, so please don't tell him 'cos he is going to be mad at me... and at you."- (Y/N) handed Tori the box of donuts, and the girl smiled.

- "I won't tell him."

- "Great, we have our own little sugary secret. Eat all the donuts you want; I'm going to be with the team in the conference room. Emily has a meeting early morning with the judge."- (Y/N) kissed the top of Vitoria's head and stood up.

- "If you need anything, I'm across the hall."- the SSA said, and the girl nodded, chewing a donut.

- "Thank you, (Y/N)"

By the next day, the miracle had happened. Victoria couldn't stop crying when (Y/N) announced she was taking Spencer back home. Tori stood in front of his father's girlfriend and felt how the tears filled her eyes in less than a minute. Happy tears, for once.

(Y/N) smiled at her, glad to know the young girl was going to have her life back. It surprised her when Tori hugged her, wrapping her arms around her tight. (Y/N) stayed still for an instant, trying to understand what was happening. She hugged Victoria and kissed the top of her head. The child was crying, and suddenly, so was she. The nightmare was over. At least a part of it. They still needed to find Diana. But the fact they were going to have Reid back was already giving everybody the peace of mind they needed to finish the task.

(Y/N) held Spencer's hand tight all the way from the prison to the BAU. He kept his eyes locked on their hands, fingers tangled together. He couldn't believe it was actually happening. He couldn't believe he was a free man.

- "How's Tori?"- he whispered and turned to his girlfriend. Penelope and Luke were in the car with them, but somehow, Spencer could only register the presence of his girlfriend. Not because he didn't care about his friends, but because he could only take just a small amount of information at the time. It was all too much for him at that moment.

- "Good. She has been incredibly strong."

- "Did you tell her about mom?"- Spencer was afraid to ask but needed to know what was going on with his daughter. (Y/N) nodded and sighed.

- "We decided it was better if she knew what was happening, we had to keep her at the BAU, and she was going to get suspicious she couldn't go to Penelope's... sorry."

- "Don't be. You did what was best for her."- Spencer turned to his girlfriend and smiled at her for a second. It was a short, sweet smile. Almost shy. But it was enough to warm her heart and wake the butterflies in her stomach. She was so in love with Spencer Reid, everything he did fluster her.

Victoria thought her heart was about to burst as he waited for her father to arrive. Spencer looked at (Y/N) one last time, and she squeezed his hand kindly, smiling when the elevator door opened, and all he heard was:

- "Daddy!!"- Tori yelled and ran to hug Spencer as soon as she saw him. He couldn't even step out of the elevator when his daughter nearly tackled him, wrapping her arms around him tight.

- "My baby!"- he whispered and spun her in the air a few times- "Are you ok?"- he held her face with both hands and took a good look at her. She was crying but smiling as she nodded.

- "I'm so happy to see you, dad."

- "I missed you so, so much"- Spencer kissed the top of her head and sighed. (Y/N) smiled, and whipped off the tears from her eyes as she stared at the scene. Garcia and Luke stood next to her, enjoying a brief moment of happiness and peace.

- "Me more,"- Victoria whispered and hugged Spencer again- "I swear I'm never going to fight with you again."

- "I'm taking a mental note of that,"- he answered and felt her body shaking as she giggled. Spencer hadn't heard his daughter laugh, giggle, or even watched her smile in the three months he had spent away from her. And that sound was sweet and warm, like a balm to his soul.

- "I'm sorry, Spencer... but, we have to..."- Emily interrupted the moment and smiled at her friend. They all knew they still had to do one more thing before celebrating. They had to take Diana Reid back home safe and sound. Victoria let her father go and smiled at him.

- "I love you, dad."

- "I love you too, princess."

And as the team walked to the conference room to brief Spencer about the case and update him with the latest information, (Y/N) felt someone hold her hand.

- "Thank you,"- Victoria whispered and cut her a smile that warmed her heart.

- "Come here,"- she answered and turned around to wrap her arms around her for a second. Spencer looked at them, and for once, he didn't know what to say. Victoria and (Y/N) just stood in the middle of the hall, hugged for a few minutes, and Reid couldn't believe it. It was so heartwarming and emotional; he really didn't know how to react.

- "Come on, dad!! You are going to miss the movie!"- Victoria yelled and set the popcorn on the coffee table.

- "You can pause it!"- Spencer yelled from his desk, where he was finishing writing a letter for his mother.

- "Or you can hurry!"- Tori answered and sat on the couch.

- "Here's your tea, your highness"- (Y/N) walked to the girl holding a tray filled with cups and more snacks- "Come on, honey! We are not waiting for you!"

Three months after prison and life had never been so good for Spencer, Victoria, and (Y/N).

- "I had never seen you so eager to watch a Marvel movie, since when are you two fans of Thor?"- Spencer walked to the living room, hearing his girlfriend and daughter laugh.

- "Always, huge fan."- (Y/N) smiled and tapped on the couch. Reid sat between his two women and sighed.

- "I can smell the sarcasm in the air."

- "No, honey. We love Thor, right Tori?"

- "Yes! Big fans, huge, the biggest fans"- Spencer looked at his daughter and raised an eyebrow.

- "Ok, I'll buy it. Let's watch the movie."

(Y/N) and Tori giggled at the very same moments like they were sharing a secret joke Spencer couldn't understand, but he didn't really matter. He was happy, his heart was content, and there was nothing more perfect that minute, 'cos his family was all on the same couch, watching a movie, enjoying an afternoon together. Like he had always dreamt of.

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