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xoxotaylynn · 9 months ago

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daddy’s little girl

summary: chris is always there to help his girlfriend y/n when she needs especially when it comes to her family issues

warnings: family issues, no smut (SORRY) MAJOR FLUFF, crying, underage drinking, alcoholic dad, established relationship, abusive dad

growing up i’ve always been a daddy’s girl, my mom was always jealous. i think it stemmed from her childhood and her dad not being around much, my dad was my best friend but after my mom cheated on him he grew distant and started drinking. he didn’t leave cause apart of him will always love me like he did but he became an alcoholic, that’s when the abuse started. soon my mom left cause she could have an out but she left me with him and i resented her for that. i was in 7th grade when all this happned i didn’t know how to cope, so i stole my fathers drinks, he didn’t notice cause he thought he was just to drink to remember drinking them but i knew. then i went to high school, that’s when i met the triplets they are a year older than but we became best friends, now im 19 there going to be 20 i couldn’t move out right away when i turned 18 i had no money, so i got a job it doesn’t pay well so i’ve been saving i almost have enough to get an apartment, the triplets tried to help especially my boyfriend Chris but i wouldn’t allow it, Chris is the best thing that’s happened to me, we’ve been dating for 2 years now. i was coming home from a morning shift it was around 1:30 pm and i was in my room taking my hair out of my pony tail

“y/n! get your ass down here now!!” my dad yells. he’s drunk i could go down there but it wouldn’t end well, i could stay in here but he’ll probably come looking for me so i force myself down stairs

“hey dad what’s up!” i say not to happy not to mean or sad

“where the fuck have you been!” he yells

“i was at work dad” i have to be careful he’ll think im talking back

“DONT LIE TO ME!” he yells, i flinch “YOU ARE YOU FLINCHING YOU THINK IM GONNA HURT YOU HUH??”

“no i was just surprised by the yelling that’s all” i resisted him, stay calm

“YOU THINK IM GONNA HURT YOU?? OKAY LET ME SHOW YOU HURT” he grabs one of the empty beer cans on the coffee table that’s in the living room and chucks it at me before i can react it hits me in the face

“DAD STOP PLEASE” i beg my face hurts

“NO YOU WANT NE TO HURT YOU SO HURT” he’s marching over to me

“dad no please” i beg, he pushes me and i stumble to the ground

“you’re just a little bitch like you’re mother, A WORTHLESS PEICE OF SHIT AND A FUCKING LIAR” he kicks me in my stomach

“FUCK!” i yell “dad please it’s me you’re little girl!! i’m you’re best friend!!”

he throws his half full beer can at me and it shatters all over me

“clean this fucking mess up” he says before he walks away

i don’t cry not now that will only make things worse, i clean up the glass shards and make sure there’s no beer any where, then i go to the bathroom and clean myself up. i grab a change of clothes and change.

“where the fuck is it!!” i whisper yell to myself, then i find it. my pink Whitney, i start to drink it and it’s about half way full, i set it down and grab my backpack full of things i need for the night already since this happens often and i leave.

as i’m walking down the street with my drink in hand i’m slowly getting drunk. i have no clue where im going just walking, and drinking.

i’ve been walking for what feels like 2 hours but it wasn’t, i check the time and it’s now 3:02 i check my surroundings and i’m near a gas station i go in and grab some more alcohol and some snacks, i finish my Whitney and open the new drink of vodka, i sit in the side of the road with my drink and snacks i eat a small bag of Dorito’s and put the rest of the snacks in my backpack.

“where should i go??” i ask myself checking to see if there’s any hotels near by, there’s one it’s kinda sketchy but it will do. i start walking there and i’m stumbling now, i’m way to drunk to even check in

“fuck what am i gonna do” i slur and laugh at myself “i’m just like my dad”

i sit on the side of the road again and think about the shitty things. i see cars drive by but one of them looks like the triplets car but i convince myself its not. i’m proved wrong when the car comes back and stops, im to drunk to do anything and in still drinking away at my vodka i see a worried chris jump out the car.

“y/n!” he yells i flinch

“stop!” i jump up “stay there” im scared i don’t know why, cause it’s chris i love chris.

“y/n baby please let me help you” he says calmly but worried

“chris..” i start tears are ready to spill out, he slowly makes his way towards me

“i know baby, i know” he wraps his arms around me and starts the rub my back.

“chris why can’t he just love me” im balling into his shoulder

“shhh it’s okay ma let it out” he’s still rubbing my back

“why can’t he just be my dad again” im shaking now with the how bad im crying

“come on let’s go to my house” he says leading me to the car “nick will you get in front”

“yeah” he jumps out and happily gets the car this makes me laugh

“nicks in heaven right now” i tell chris

“yea definitely” he laughs with me

we get into the back and i’m in Chris’s arms again and he’s rubbing my back, we make it to the triplets house in about 10 minutes and chris takes me to his room

“let’s get you cleaned up” he says softly, i nod

“thank you chris” i smile weakly at him

“anything for you baby” he smiles back at me “so tell me what happened”

“i had just gotten home from work and changed i was taking my hair out of my pony tail” i pause

“yea you had a morning shift, and i know how you get headaches when having you’re hair up to long” he adds

“mhm, he tells me for me to get downstairs and u knew it would’ve been worse if i didn’t go so i did.” i’m about to cry again “i shouldn’t have i should’ve hid” some tears spill out

“it’s not you’re fault, it never is” chris rubs my cheek

“then he starts asking me where i was, i told him the truth and he didn’t like that he thought i was lying so..” i pause

“shh take you’re time”

“so.” i pause and sniffle “he throws a beer bottle at my head” i cry

“my poor baby” he wraps his arms around my shoulders

“then he pushes me down and kicks me in my stomach. and lastly he threw another beer bottle at me but that one was half way full” i sob again

“next time don’t drink call me please” he asks me

“yes i will promise” i pull away ana smile at him “can we take a nap?”

“how about first you hop into the shower i’ll get you some clothes then we can nap” he asks

“yea i thinks a shower would be good” i go to start the shower and he gets me clean clothes.

“i got you my blue lyrical lemonade hoodie cause i know that’s you’re favorite, and some basketball shorts cause i know you can’t sleep in pants” he sets it on the counter

“i would be able to sleep in pants on you were a human heater” i laugh

“you know you love me” he kisses me “might wanna brush your teeth to” he laughs

“hey!” i swat his arm and laugh to

i strip my clothes and get into the shower, i have to use chris’s products which sucks but i try to get him good stuff so he’s not using 3 in 1. it was a quick shower because i was exhausted. i dry myself off and change into the clothes.

“babe can you scratch my back” i ask

“yea i guess” he jokes

“yay thank you” i get into bed and wrap my arms around chris so he’ll be able to scratch my back while we cuddle “thank you for everything chris it means a lot i love you” i tell him

“anything for you y/n i love you so much” he starts to scratch my back

“i love you to” i drift off to sleep

sorry this lowkey sucks i was rushing but lmk if u wanna be added to my tags list, hope you enjoyed, sorry i did fluff there’s just like no fluff images and i HATE the ones if wattpad so im trying in here but i have a smut in the makings its gonna be rlly good, better than this at least.

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https-harlow · 11 months ago

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Single Hearts Part 3- Play Dates That Turn To Real Dates

Summary - Sage and Jack have a play date for their kids, Charlotte and Melody, and during the play date, Jack asks Sage on an actual date.

As much as Jack and Sage wanted Charlotte and Melody’s play date to be that weekend, Sage had already made plans to go to Lexington, Kentucky for the weekend with Charlotte to visit family. Luckily, they were both free the next weekend, and Jack ended up renting out a nearby children’s arcade for a couple of hours.

Jack and Sage pulled into the arcade’s parking lot at the same time, helping their kids out of the car before Charlotte and Melody ran to hug each other. They had recess together at school and ever since they learned about their play date they had been best friends. Jack and Sage followed closely behind their daughters.

“Hey, how are you?” Jack asked as he approached Sage.

“I’m good, how are you?” Sage asked.

“I’m great, Melody has been talking non-stop about this play date,” Jack said and Sage laughed softly.

“So has Charlotte. Are we here early?” Sage asked, since the usually full parking lot was empty.

“No, I uh, I rented out the arcade for a few hours. Since I’m in the music industry, sometimes people recognize me, and I didn’t want you or Charlotte to have to deal with that. Melody and I are used to it, but it can be weird at first.”

“You didn’t have to do that, but thank you. Can I pay you back for half?” Sage asked and Jack immediately shook his head.

“No, don’t worry about it.”

“Daddy, can we go in now?” Melody asked, pulling on Jack’s arm.

“Yeah, let’s go,” Jack said as Melody and Charlotte cheered, running to the door.

Once they were inside, Jack confirmed their reservation, getting both kids their bands. They let the kids run around, playing whatever games they wanted, as they sat on a nearby bench so they could supervise.

“So, if I remember right, you said you were from Nashville?” Jack asked and Sage nodded.

“Yeah, I grew up there, my parents moved to Lexington when I was 19, and I stayed behind but ended up moving to Lexington shortly after I had Charlotte, then a couple of years later I’m living here now.”

“You know, I can totally hear a slight Tennessee accent when you talk,” Jack said, and Sage laughed.

“That’s so funny that you pointed it out because everyone else says I’ve lost my accent over time.”

“It’s slight, but it’s there.”

“So, you say you’re in the music industry, what exactly do you do?” Sage asked, bringing the topic off of herself.

“Uh, I’m a rapper,” Jack said. He wasn’t planning on telling Sage exactly what he did until she got to know him better. “It’s not a big deal or anything though.”

“That’s so cool, though, what’s the thing you’re most proud of? Or like your biggest achievement?” Sage asked.

“Off of the top of my head? Probably my Grammy nominations.”

“Wait, that’s so exciting and a huge deal Jack. Don’t underestimate yourself like that.”

“I just don’t want to, I don’t know, sometimes it’s hard to meet people when you’re famous.”

“Yeah, I understand that, but you still don’t have to downplay yourself. You’re allowed to brag about your accomplishments.”

Melody and Charlotte came running over to where Jack and Sage were sitting.

“Mommy, come play with us!” Charlotte said, pulling on Sage’s arm.

“Yeah, Daddy, help us with the basketball game,” Melody said. Jack and Sage got up, following their daughters. Once they reached the game the girls wanted to play, Jack picked up Melody so she was tall enough to throw the ball into the hoop.

“Mommy, pick me up too!” Charlotte said and Sage picked her up. As soon as the game started counting down, the girls started throwing the basketballs. They both got one in.

“Mommy and Melody’s daddy’s turn!” Charlotte said.

“You can call me Jack,” Jack told Charlotte, and she nodded.

“Mommy and Jack’s turn,” Charlotte said.

“Yeah!!” Melody agreed. Jack and Sage set their daughters down.

“Just so you know, I’m a pretty good basketball player,” Jack said, teasingly.

“I haven’t played basketball since elementary school when we were forced to,” Sage said, both her and Jack laughing.

They started the game, both of their daughters cheering for them to win. Jack purposely missed a couple shots, letting Sage win. Charlotte cheered excitedly, celebrating with Sage, before the girls ran off to play another game.

“You let me win, didn’t you?” Sage asked Jack.

“I couldn’t let you lose in front of your daughter,” Jack said, pushing her shoulder jokingly. Sage leaned against the arcade machine.

“Yeah, or you’re not as good of a basketball player as you claim to be,” She teased.

“Okay, okay, now that’s going too far,” Jack joked.

“I’ll apologize when I see proof otherwise,” Sage joked.

“To be fair, I’m better at soccer, but I’ll prove it to you one day.”

“I’ll be waiting.”

“And I’ll be waiting for you to let me take you on a date. A proper date, without the kids.” Jack said, and Sage looked at him confused.

“Aren’t you and Penelope married, or dating, something?” Sage asked, and Jack laughed softly, shaking his head.

“No, we used to be married, but we got divorced about five years ago when Melody was two,” Jack explained.

“Oh, I just assumed since you two seem so, I don’t know the word, you just don’t seem divorced.”

“A lot of people think that at first, but nothing really happened between us, we just both realized we weren’t right for each other, I mean, it was awkward for a little while of course, but we’ve gotten over that now.”

“Well, in that case, I’ll go on a date with you.”

“How about tomorrow night? If Charlotte’s dad can’t watch her, or anyone else, since it's so last minute, Penelope offered to watch her, if you’re comfortable with that.”

“Yeah, if she’s okay with it, I think that would be best. Her dad’s not involved and all my family is in

Lexington, I’m sure one of my friends would watch her, but Melody and her seem to be enjoying their time together, so I’m sure they’d love another play date.”

“Her dad isn’t in the picture at all? Sorry, that’s inappropriate of me to ask, forget I even said anything.”

“No, I don’t mind talking about it. Char’s dad and I broke up shortly after I found out I was pregnant, he had cheated on me. He stayed involved for most of my pregnancy, until maybe a month or so before I had her. He chose to not be involved since. I’ve given him several opportunities, I let him know when I was in labor, when she was born, everything, but I can’t force him to be involved. I still give him opportunities to this day to be involved, but he always chooses not to be, so I just don’t tell her about it.”

“I’m so sorry, I can’t even imagine doing that to someone and just living my life like my own child doesn’t exist.”

“I don’t get it either, but I can only do so much, and I guess it’s better that he’s not involved rather than being in and out so she doesn’t know about it.”

“Yeah, and I can already tell you are an amazing mom, neither you nor Charlotte need someone like him anyway.”

Before Sage could respond, Melody and Charlotte ran up to their parents.

“You ask.” Melody said to Charlotte.

“No, you. You’re older.” Charlotte argued and Melody sighed.

“Can we get ice cream?”

“Yeah, we can.” Jack agreed before looking over at you, you pulled out your phone to look at the time.

“Yeah, we have time to get ice cream,” Sage said, and the girls cheered.

“Want to go now? You can keep playing, but we only have about 10 more minutes here.”

“Now!” Both girls said excitedly. Jack and Sage nodded as Charlotte and Melody ran to the door. Jack held the door open for them and as Sage walked out the door, her hand brushed Jack’s, both of their hearts fluttering as they pretended not to notice.

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stiles-o-dylan24 · 2 years ago

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King of My Heart Chapter 19 - The Case of the Missing Lifeguard

Author: @stiles-o-dylan24 Pairing: Steve x Summer Byers (eventually) Word Count: 5.8k Warnings: language, mentions of guns, dual pov SERIES SPOTIFY PLAYLIST

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SUMMER POV

Rain is on the forecast for today so Steve thankfully offered to stop by the house to pick me up and take me to work so I didn’t have to ride my bike.

I meet him outside and climb into the front seat, smiling over at him as I shove my bag and my rain jacket down against the side of my leg “Thanks for picking me up.”

He lifts his hand off the steering wheel, shifting back in his seat as he returns with a smile of his own and stammers “Yeah, yeah– of– of course, any time.”

Once we get to the mall we unlock the front gate and head into Scoops, working through the opening checklist and getting everything ready for when the mall opens.

Robin shows up almost an hour into our shift and she grabs her headphones out of her backpack and sets them on the back counter while we wait for Dustin to arrive with the tape recorder.

Once Dustin gets to Scoops we make our plan for the day– he hands the tape recorder to Robin so that she and I can continue listening to the recording and see if there’s any other clues or part of the code to translate.

While we stay at the ice cream parlor to do that Steve and Dustin head out for a stake out of sorts, trying to see if they can see anything out of the ordinary or any evil Russians that stand out among the mall patrons.

I’ve got the headphones on and I’m listening to the recording again while Robin wipes down some tables. I hear the bell ring on the front counter a few times before I look over my shoulder and see Erica and her friends here once again.

I smile at her and spin around to face her, dropping the headphones down to rest around my neck “Yes, Erica?”

She smiles a little forced smile and brightly announces “I’d like to try the peanut butter chocolate swirl, please.”

I snort and shake my head softly at her “No, I’m sorry but no more samples today.”

Her face falls as she asks “Why not?” and Robin walks back behind the counter, chiming in “Because you have been in here the last few days, including this morning, sampling flavors.”

Erica swings her offended eyes from Robin and back at me and I raise my brows once with my words “You’re abusing our company policy which is to allow someone to try one or two flavors to make a decision”

“I am trying to make a decision” Erica counters and I’m quick to laugh once and throw back at her “You’ve tried every flavor twice– you know which ones you like.”

Erica throws me a frustrated look and looks around “Where’s the sailor man?”

Robin chuckles and I shake my head at Erica as I answer her “Sorry, but Harrington can’t help you today– he’s busy.”

“Busy with what?” she asks and I share a look with Robin who smiles and answers “Spycraft.”

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STEVE POV

Dustin and I head towards the center of the food court where the seating area is surrounded by an outline of planters that are filled with fake plants. We head to the back left of the bench area so we’ll be able to see everyone walking by from the front main entrance of the mall as well as the escalators.

Dustin lifts up the binoculars that he brought and hands them over to me. I grab them and toss the strap behind my neck before I lift the binoculars up so I can look through them. I slowly move from side to side so I can look at everyone I can see around us down on the first floor as well as up above us on the second floor.

“You see anything?” Dustin asks and I make a noise as I reply “Uh, I guess I don't totally know what I'm looking for.”

“Evil Russians” he says like it’s obvious and I resist the urge to roll my eyes as I say slowly “Yeah, exactly. I don't know what an evil Russian looks like.”

“Tall, blond, not smiling” Dustin offers and I sigh “Mm-hmm?” while Dustin continues “Also, look for earpieces, camo, duffel bags, that sort of thing.”

“Right, okay, duffel bags” I repeat absentmindedly and move the binoculars so I can look up at the second floor level, scoffing at what I see next “Oh, you've gotta be kidding me.”

“What?” I hear Dustin say and I grimace as I fill in “Anna Jacobi's talking with that meathead Mark Lewinsky.”

“If you're not gonna focus, just gimme the binoculars” Dustin sighs, however, I just talk over him “Aw, Jesus Christ, whatever happened to standards? I mean, Lewinsky never even came off the bench.”

Dustin makes a noise and says “Dude, you are the worst spy in history, you know that?” as he grabs the binoculars from my hands and pulls them towards him. Problem being the strap is still around my neck so I lean with his pull and say “Stop, hey,” at the same time he says “Give me those.” I succeed in removing the strap attached to the binoculars from my neck and toss it at him “Just stop being so impatient.”

Dustin takes the binoculars and lifts them up to look through them, throwing at me “Besides I don't get why you're even looking at other girls–” he starts and I’m quick to interrupt “I wasn’t looking at other girls, I just saw them together and it was a little appalling.”

Dustin looks over at me just to roll his eyes before he goes back to looking through the binoculars “You literally have the perfect girl right in front of you.”

I sigh, lifting my arm up to lean against the planter wall in front of us “Seriously, if you say Summer again…”

“Summer– okay, Steve,” he drops the binoculars once more to look right at me while he stresses “Summer. I mean what the hell have you been doing for the past few months?”

“Nothing man–” I start and he just nods, interrupting me “Exactly, nothing–" he scoffs, shaking his head and continuing "Even I can see you’re not doing anything... I think you’re taking your 'not caring' advice a little too literally.”

“Summer was never a girl that was going to fall for the 'not caring' trick” I scoff lightly, shaking my head as I look down at the fake plant in front of me. I hit the leaves and sigh to myself, not wanting to admit to this little twerp that what I’ve been doing for months is trying to figure out if I even have a shot with Summer… which no matter how much I want to look into how she is acting more friendly towards me, I keep coming back to the same conclusion– I don’t stand a chance in hell with her.

Dustin snorts, completely oblivious to my turmoil “Yeah well what’s your trick going to be for getting Summer then?”

“There are no tricks, man,” I breathe out helplessly, shaking my head as I continue “Besides I already told you she is different– you don’t get a girl like Summer, you’re winning the state championship lucky if she decides you’re worth her time. She’s–”

“Perfect” Dustin interjects and I nod, looking over at him “Yeah exactly– Sum is perfect.”

Dustin sighs, looking at me quickly before resuming his binocular lookout “She’s also perfect for you.”

“Maybe,” I mutter quietly, shaking my head once as to not get my hopes up as I drum my fingers against the top of the planter “But that fact goes out the window when you think about how I’m not perfect for her”

“Steve, stop selling yourself short” Dustin tells me and I look over at him “No I’m serious, I’m not– she deserves someone better than who I was and how I treated her for years”

“You’re not that person anymore” Dustin says and I draw my brows together while I question genuinely “How exactly do you figure that?”

Dustin drops the binoculars down once more and connects his serious eyes with mine to make sure I hear him when he says “Because Summer wouldn’t be friends with you if you were.”

I’m silent with that, really wanting to punch him in the shoulder for attempting to get my hopes up with everything he’s saying right now. While I appreciate it, he’s not any closer to knowing what’s going on in her head than I am.

“Pretty sure all she will ever see me as is a friend” I grumble pathetically and Dustin rolls his eyes “You never know until you ask her– like with me and Suzie.”

“Oh, Suzie” I state, widening my eyes a little while I humor him “Yeah, you mean, hotter than Phoebe Cates– yeah, that Suzie. And, uh, let's think about how exactly did you score that beautiful girlfriend? Oh, yeah. With my advice. Because that's how this works, Henderson. I give you the advice, you follow through. Not the other way around, all right, pea brain?”

Dustin snorts, not even bothering to look at me as he counters back quickly “Deflecting is a nice touch to let me know that you know I’m right.”

Dammit, Henderson.

I scoff and roll my eyes, looking away from him so he can’t see that I do in fact know he is right– I do just need to bring it up to her.

Worst thing she can tell me is she won’t ever see me as anything else other than the same shallow douche she went to school with– which she has told me before so it wouldn’t be anything I haven’t heard before.

Only difference now being I actually like her so her shooting me down will actually hurt.

“How am I supposed to just bring that up to her though?” I ask and I can hear the smile in his words “Summer is like the easiest person to talk to–”

“Yes I’m aware…" I deadpan towards him, sarcastically laughing once "But, you know, baring my feelings to her is understandably going to be a little more nerve wracking than how’s your trauma from fighting monster slug babies going?”

“Steve, come on” Dustin says a little louder than before and he looks at me, raising his brows at me like I’m ridiculous for being this worried and I jerk my head back in my bewilderment.

Dustin just rolls his eyes and continues “You are so worried and nervous that she’s going to turn you down but have you even stopped to think that maybe, just maybe, she feels the same way about you?”

I make a face, shaking my head once as I fire back “Umm no” and he just sighs loudly through his frustration “Jesus Harrington, you already got her to somehow agree to be your friend and to work with you– I think getting her to agree to date you wouldn’t be too far of a stretch.”

I think about that for a few seconds, ultimately landing on he’s crazy and I let him know just that “Yeah and I think that you don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“I think I’m the only one who knows anything at this point– you two are idiots” Dustin remarks and I hit his shoulder lightly “Hey, don’t call her an idiot.”

Dustin just rolls his eyes and lifts up the binoculars again, sarcastically laughing at me “Oh my god just tell her you love her already or I will do it for you.”

I drop my mouth open in shock, glaring at the side of his head and silently cursing the little jackass.

It’s only a few minutes later though when thoughts of feelings and Summer get the pause button when Dustin is saying “Target acquired” and I look up in the direction he’s looking “Where?”

“Ten o' clock” Dustin says, continuing with “Sam Goody's” as I reach for the binoculars and say “Give me that.”

I look through the binoculars and find Sam Goody’s, my eyes widening behind the lenses when I see a not smiling, tall, long blond haired guy wearing sunglasses and carrying something over the back of his shoulder.

“Shit” I breathe out, noticing what exactly is in his hand and announcing “Duffel bag.”

I drop the binoculars down and look at Dustin, both of us muttering at the same time “Evil Russian.”

The long blond haired evil Russian heads up the escalator towards the top floor, so Dustin and I quickly follow after him, choosing to instead run up the escalator once he’s stepped off of it.

We head to the right and follow behind him, and while I’m trying not to lose him by walking quickly Dustin is countering that plan as he says “Slow down.”

“We're losin' him” I reply, trying to keep an eye on him through the crowd in between us and Dustin argues “You're getting too close.”

Someone bumps their shoulder into mine, exclaiming loudly back at me “Watch it, dickwad” and I notice how the guy we’re following stops walking.

When he starts to look over his shoulder Dustin and I quickly step off to the side and I turn in a circle before I come to a stop and look through a store's front display window. Dustin grabs the payphone off of the receiver and talks into it in the most monotone voice “Hello. Yes. I am fine. How are you?”

I look through the leaves of the fake tree that's in between us and notice the guy turn back around and start walking forwards again.

I step towards Dustin and tap his shoulder to get him to walk with me again and he reaches over to hang up the phone.

We follow the guy until he makes a move to walk around to the walkway on the other side from where we are so we hide behind a pillar and keep watching which direction he’s going to be heading in.

He however doesn't keep going along the walkway and instead walks through the front doorway into a Jazzercise store front with a bunch of women inside who are stretching on workout mats.

As soon as he’s half way inside he starts yelling “All right, everyone, listen up!” he sets his duffle bag on the counter and unzips it “I just have one question for you. Who… is ready to sweat?”

He finishes his question by lifting out a boombox from the duffle bag and all the women inside the room stand up and face him, cheering and clapping with their excitement as an answer.

“What the–” I trail off as the notes of Wake Me Up Before You Go-Go start to play in the room and he takes off his jacket “That's right! Okay! Let's start it nice and easy now.”

He finishes taking off his jacket and reveals a workout outfit as he starts to move his hips, saying instructions to the group in front of him “Let's move our thighs. Yeah!”

I frown as we continue to watch him begin this jazzercise class before I tap Dustin on the shoulder and nod my head back towards the direction of Scoops “Let’s head back, yeah?”

“Yeah” Dustin sighs and we turn around, walking back the way we just came from.

⋇・.・゜゜・.・゜゜・.・゜゜・.・゜゜・.・⋇

SUMMER POV

Once the rush of the afternoon dies down, Robin hops up to sit on the back counter and opens the window into the back where I’m pacing back and forth with the headphones around my neck and my arms crossed over my chest.

Robin makes a noise to gain my attention while she leans over to hit her hand on the counter that’s on my side of the window “Come on, sit down and we can go over this again.”

I look over at her and she just smiles a little more, tapping the counter twice more and I huff through my frustration “There’s nothing else to translate though it just repeats.”

“I know” she hits the counter again “Come on– up, up”

I drop my arms down to my sides and walk over to the counter, hopping up and spinning around to face her. I cross my legs in front of me and set my elbows on my knees, clasping my hands in front of me.

She makes a noise and grabs the notepad with our translation on it and she reads it slowly "The week is long… the silver cat feeds when blue meets yellow in the west… a trip to China sounds nice if you tread lightly."

“Tread lightly?” she repeats and grabs the translation dictionary to flip through the pages again.

“You gotta be quiet?” I offer oh so helpfully and Robin throws me a look, trying not to laugh as she turns another page. I make a half laugh noise and huff, keeping my elbows on my knees while I set my hands on the sides of my face “I have no idea but my brain hurts, none of this is making any more sense today than it wasn’t last night”

“I know” she agrees, breathing out a sigh before she lifts up her soda cup and takes a sip.

There’s a knock on the back door from the service hallways and I sit up straight, saying “I got it” before I spin back around and hop off the counter. I walk over to the door and open it, seeing a delivery guy with a dolly. He smiles an exhausted smile and holds the clipboard out for me to sign the delivery sheet “Delivery for you.”

“Thank you” I reply and as I’m handing the clipboard back to him I notice the name on his uniform shirt and my eyes travel up to his hat which says the same thing– no fucking way.

A lynx is definitely a type of cat… and 'feeds'... what if that's code for delivers?

He sets the box onto the floor by my feet and grabs the clipboard from me “Have a nice day”

“Yeah you too,” I reply absentmindedly and he starts to walk away back down the hallway.

“Summer?” Robin calls from behind me and I quickly look back at her and see her lift her shoulders up with her question “What’s wrong?”

I make a noise and quickly step out through the door, looking down the hallway and seeing the the silver cat head logo on the back of his uniform. I widen my eyes a little as I mutter “The silver cat feeds”

“What?” Robin calls from the other side of the window and I look over at her, closing the door and repeating a little louder “The fucking silver cat feeds!”

She jerks her head back, furrowing her brows in her confusion while I quickly run towards the door that leads into the parlor.

“Summer, wait” Robin calls and swings her legs around from how she was also facing the window. She hops down and follows after me just as I’m passing by Dustin and Steve as they walk into Scoops “Yo Sum, you’re not gonna believe who Dustin thought was a Russian” Steve says to me, quickly followed by Dustin saying “You did too” however over Steve’s response of “No I did not” I just wave my hand at them as I run past and say “SIlver cat– I found the silver cat”

“Wait, you found what?” they call out behind me as I run into the mall and head for the center seating area that’s surrounded by the food restaurants. There’s a bunch of fake trees and bushes right in the center with benches surrounding them in a circle and I run right for an empty bench, hopping up onto it while I look around at all the different stores. If silver cat is a delivery person then these other stores have to be the other clues, specifically where they’re delivering and possibly when.

"A trip to China sounds nice" I mutter quietly, quickly looking around and repeating “A trip to China sounds nice– a trip to China– sounds nice… a trip to China” I stop when I find the Imperial Panda cuisine restaurant and half laugh to myself as I lift my hand up with my words “A trip to China sounds nice.”

"Okay, if you tread lightly" I move on to the next clue, moving my eyes along the stores down here and also what I can see on the second level “If you tread…,” I swing around, looking at all the stores surrounding the food court area and stop when I see the Kaufman Shoe store on the second floor above me and I smile, repeating “If you tread lightly”

"When…” I frown, quickly looking up at what stores could be blue or yellow “When blue and yellow meet in the west" I spin in a circle, my eyes landing on a massive clock and I smile when I notice the hands are the exact colors I need “When blue meets yellow… in the west–” I laugh once, whispering “Eight forty five.”

“Sum” I hear Steve call my name as he, Robin and Dustin stop in front of me and I look down at them, watching as Steve lifts his arms out to his sides “What are you doing?”

“I cracked it” I state proudly, smiling even wider and Steve just furrows his brows “You cracked what exactly?”

Robin smiles and points at me “Holy shit, super genius here cracked the code”

Steve and Dustin widen their eyes and look from her and back at me, Dustin asking “The super secret spy code?” While Steve says “Seriously? What is it?”

“Come on” I say and smile, hopping down off the bench and the four of us head back into Scoops.

“So?” Steve asks when we walk into the back of the store and I fill them in on what I found “I think the evil russians are having something delivered here to the mall using the Lynx delivery service whose logo is a silver cat and they’re using the Imperial Panda and Kaufman Shoes as a cover for their deliveries.”

“What about blue meets yellow in the west?” Dustin asks and I smile, lifting my brows up once with my final riddle solving words “The hands on the clock are blue and yellow so it’s a specific time for this delivery… eight forty five.”

“Holy shit” Steve mumbles and Dustin laughs through his excitement “That's definitely a super secret spy plan– so what do we do?”

“I think” I say, shrugging my shoulders while I look between them all and continue “In just over six hours we should head up to the roof opposite the loading dock where the deliveries come in and see what exactly gets delivered and where exactly it gets delivered to.”

The three of them offer nods of agreement, smiling in our nervous excitement as Robin laughs once "I can't believe we were right."

“What are we supposed to do until then?” Dustin half whines and I set my hands on my hips, smiling “We need to figure out how to get to the roof and not be seen by whoever is getting these deliveries."

Robin and Dustin stay at Scoops while Steve and I follow the evacuation route in the hallway that will lead us outside. Though before we get to the hallway that leads out the back exit we turn to the right and find another door with a stairs access sign on it. We open it and find a stairwell with a sign on the far wall saying roof access, I smile and point over towards it “That looks promising.”

Steve raises his brows once and holds open the door for me “After you, m'lady.”

I chuckle and walk past him and he makes sure the door isn’t going to lock on us. We close it softly to where it doesn’t latch just in case and we head up to the stairs towards the roof.

We open the door we find at the top of the stairs and prop it open with a rock we find off to the side, figuring that’s probably what it’s been used for, before we step out onto the roof.

I slowly move towards the ledge to our left, seeing the coast is clear from anyone standing around and I try to figure out where we are. Steve shares a look with me and we slowly walk across the roof to the far side of the ledge and down below we see a delivery truck leaving from the loading dock area “This has to be it, right?” Steve asks and I nod “It’s gotta be.”

I look up at him and see him smile when I do, asking me “So we’re really going to do this?”

I shrug and look back at the ledge, pointing at it as I crouch down behind it “This is high enough that we shouldn’t be seen by anyone standing down there–” I look up at him and he nods in agreement while he crouches down beside me and I continue with a little shrug “Very low risk and we’ll just be observing if my code cracking was right.”

Steve chuckles, nodding as he rests his arms on his knees and looks around “Yeah, definitely shouldn’t find ourselves in our usual risky monster situations with this stake out.”

He smiles and stands up with that, holding his hand out for me. I smile softly and set my hand in his, feeling him wrap his fingers around mine so he can pull me up.

With my hand still in his, I feel a raindrop on my arm and another one before I quickly look up at the dark cloudy sky above us “Well rain will definitely make the stake out interesting.”

Steve chuckles and in the next instant the clouds open up and it starts pouring down on us. “Oh!” Steve flinches back and increases his hold on my hand while we run back to the door, laughing as I lift my free hand up to push my wet hair out of my face.

Steve does the same with his hair, looking from the pouring rain belting down onto the roof in front of us and down at me. I watch as the water drops slowly roll down his face and off his eyelashes, the smell of the rain surrounding us and I smile brightly “The smell of rain on the pavement is one of my favorite things about a summer rainstorm”

Steve smiles, nodding his head slowly as he moves his eyes between mine “Mine too, nothing really quite like it.”

Silently he reaches up and moves his fingers along the side of my head near my temple, moving some of my hair that apparently was stuck to my skin and I shiver– mentally telling myself it has everything to do with the rain seeping into my clothes and absolutely nothing to do with him touching me.

I feel his hand squeeze around mine again and it seems to make us both startle since we realize at the same time he’s been holding my hand this whole time. He nervously clears his throat and lets go, reaching up to scratch the side of his temple as he mumbles a quiet “Sorry, I uh–”

I smile, shaking my head like it’s not a big deal and Steve lifts his arm to point over his shoulder to indicate the stairwell “We should, uh, head back and let them know what we found.”

“Yeah” I breathe out “Yeah, let’s go” I nod and hold onto the door handle for support while I move the rock out of the way with my foot.

When we get back to the hallway for Scoops we knock on the back door and Dustin opens the door for us, jerking his head back when he looks at us and our drenched state and smiling wide “What happened to you two?”

“It’s raining, Dustpan” I remark like it’s obvious and he nods slowly “So just got caught out in a rainstorm on the roof… that’s–”

“Wet” Steve interjects, nodding his head once and raising his brows towards him “We’re wet, Henderson now can you move so we can grab some of the towels.”

Dustin moves aside, sharing a knowing look with Steve that I throw a curious look at and when he notices he clears his throat and his face from any previous humor he had.

I look over at Steve and he smiles softly, holding out one of the clean cleaning towels for me and I wipe off my arms and face while he does the same.

Since Dustin doesn’t have a jacket, and he refused to use one of ours, we improvise and spend the rest of the time fashioning out a rain cover for him as best we can with some trash bags and duct tape.

Just before eight thirty we head through the service hallways, up the stairs and out onto the roof that Steve and I found will give us the best vantage point of the delivery dock area.

Once we make sure our roof is clear, and Dustin checks the surrounding roofs are clear from any other lookouts with his binoculars, we step out into the rain. The rain is coming down in sheets, followed by the occasional lightning strike and thunderclap while we crouch down behind the ledge and wait for this delivery to happen or not.

The four of us peer over the ledge just enough for our elbows to rest on top of it and we keep our heads low while we watch the back doors.

“How sure are we that this delivery happens every night?” Robin asks what we’re probably all thinking and I shrug, offering lightheartedly “About fifty percent.”

“Hating those odds, Byers” Steve grumbles and I smile over at him “If it’s not tonight, Harrington, then we can always meet out here tomorrow and see...”

Steve throws a sarcastic thumbs up my way before he squeezes his eyes shut from the rain getting in his eyes.

I set my hands on the ledge and mumbling honestly "And there's also the chance I didn't actually crack this code correctly."

"No, you did–" Steve says, smiling reassuringly at me when I look over at him and he nods "It makes too much sense for you to be wrong, Sum."

Sure enough at fifteen to nine a delivery truck pulls around the back of the mall and starts to back in towards the loading dock area where two guys are standing armed with guns.

“Look for Imperial Panda and Kaufman Shoes” I remind Dustin who has his binoculars and is looking at the two guards and the delivery truck.

A guy in a yellow jacket walks out from behind the truck with a red dolly carrying a stack of three boxes and Dustin confirms “Those stores boxes are with that whistling guy, ten o'clock.”

“What do you think's in there?” Steve asks and Dustin answers without missing a beat “Guns, bombs?”

“Chemical weapons?” I shrug and Steve looks over at me, wiping his face with his hand to get the rain out of his eyes.

“Whatever it is, they're armed to the teeth” Dustin continues and Steve once again wipes his fingers over his eyes to clear the water from them “Great,” he nods once, repeating “That's great.”

We see one of the guards sling his gun back behind his shoulder as he walks over to the side panel next to the two big gray doors and he taps the panel. I see a green light shine before the doors open and the guy in the yellow rain jacket with a silver cat logo on the back puts his foot on the back of the dolly. He pulls the dolly back towards him and walks towards the doors that just opened up.

“Hey, what's in there?” Robin asks and Dustin answers “It's just more boxes.”

Steve reaches over and tries to grab the binoculars “Let me check it out.”

“No, I'm still looking,” Dustin argues and Steve continues to try and grab the binoculars from him “Lemme see it.”

“Hang on!” Dustin says at the same time a loud thud rings out as the binoculars slip from their grip and hit the side of the roof ledge we’re looking over.

Both of the guards hear the ominous thud sound and we gasp, Dustin ordering “Duck!”

I move quickly to drop down below the ledge and turn around to lay back against it as flat as I can. Robin twists out of sight on one side of me while Steve does the same on my other side and Dustin flips around on Steve’s other side.

At the thought of us being seen adrenaline starts coursing through my body and my breathing starts coming out in quick, nervous pants. Everything from the echo of the binocular thud to the guards reacting to us ducking out of sight all happens so fast that I don’t even register that Steve grabbed my hand in the middle of all of that. His fingers are linked in between mine, gripping tightly while he holds up our hands in between us. Slowly I look from our hands and over towards him, watching as he does the same and looks at me. He doesn’t let go of my hand, just keeps hold of me as he silently tries to reassure me that we’re going to be okay and I squeeze his hand back.

I can just make out through the pouring rain something being shouted in what I’m betting money on is Russian and I slightly widen my eyes at Steve. He nods like he’s coming to the same conclusion that they’re probably going to search up here and we move to get up, telling Dustin and Robin “Come on, hurry”

Steve keeps a hold of my hand while we quickly run across the roof to the door, only letting go once he opens the door and ushers us all inside. We’re rushing down the stairs and taking the first door we come to that will lead us back into our service hallway before I know it and I breathe out a deep breath, trying to calm my nerves with how close that all was.

We quickly make our way down the hallway, our wet shoes squeaking on the floor as we walk around corners mixing with our panting breaths, and Robin looks between us, smiling nervously “Well, I think we found your Russians.”

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The Bird’s Baby Bug

Chapter 2

Ch. 1

Tim: 19 Mari: 10

Three in the morning, it was three in the f*ing morning and Jason was not having it. But unfortunately for him, whoever was calling wouldn’t stop! Fine, Jason would answer the phone, but he wouldn’t sound happy doing it!

“What the f* do you want?” He growled, rubbing tiredly at his eyes. Tonight was supposed to be his night of d*it.

“Jason, Jason thank G*.” Tim gasped in relief, it honestly shocked him. He and the replacement were definitely not on the best of terms, so why would he sound so relieved that he answered his phone. “Before you hang up,” he rambled quickly, “I could really use your help. This isn’t about me, it's about a kid that The League of Assassins kidnapped.”

Jason froze at that, what the f* was the replacement doing in The League of F*ing Assassins. “I’m sorry, but what now?”

Tim sighed through the phone, like he had any right to be exasperated like he hasn’t been radio silent for over six g*d*ng months and called him –the guy that has tried to murder him on multiple occasions–for help . “Look, it's a long story, but I need to get her out before Ra’s comes back, I’ll explain everything then. Sending my coordinates now.” Jason was about to respond, before he could the quick beep, beep, beep that singled the end of the call echoed in his ears. Son of a b*!

Jason glared at the phone, like he could will Tim to magically appear out of it so he could strangle him, but nothing happened. With one last sigh, Jason got out of bed and began to get ready to return to one of the many places that haunted his nightmares. Making a few calls to his lieutenants, telling them to make sure everyone stayed in line and demanding updates every night, he grabbed his emergency duffle bag and headed out.

_______ Tim didn’t want to admit how attached he became to the small girl over the span of a few hours. She was so small, and despite the horrors she had been forced to endure she was one of the sweetest people he’s ever met. Having learned that she had (unsurprisingly) not been allowed any form of education in her captivity, he had taken it upon himself to become her tutor while they waited for Jason. They drew, he helped her with numbers, helped her with her English and French, and when she was asleep in his bed, he would continue his investigation into Bruce’s whereabouts.

He had been tracking Jason’s progress through a code that he had activated on Jason’s phone when the man had picked up. It had taken him nearly three days to get here, and if everything went according to plan, he should be here within the next three hours. On the third day Tim began to explain in heavy detail to Marinette how he was going to free her from this Hell Hole and how she would go with his brother until he finished his mission here.

“So you’re leaving me?” Marinette whispered in broken English, her voice breaking slightly, though no tears welled in her eyes. Tim felt awful, but if he wanted to find Bruce, destroy the Pits, and avoid Ra’s; then this was his best course of action.

“It won’t be for very long,” he whispered, gently tucking a strand of her long dark hair behind one of her small ears. “I’ll be back before you know it, and Jason will take great care of you. He’s very protective of kids. Don’t tell him I said this,” he whispered into her ear, a mischievous smirk on his lips, “Jason may seem like a baddy, but he’s really just an oversized teddy bear.” (A teddy bear that would actually tear anyone and anything apart if he so felt like it.)

His heart melted when Marinette giggled, and goodness he didn’t want to let this small bean go. He quickly pulled the small child against his chest, giving her a tight embrace, relieved when she quickly returned it rather than shrinking away like she had a few times before. “You’re so brave Marinette. Never forget that.” He whispered.

The two stayed like that for only a few moments longer before he slowly pulled away with an affectionate hair ruffle. The moment was curtly interrupted when his door was forced open, and Tim knew who it was before he even turned around. There were only two people that existed on this base that would dare come into his room unannounced.

“Detective.” Ra’s greeted stoically. Tim cursed under his breath, Ra’s should have been gone for at least another day. Tim turned around, keeping Marinette tucked behind him. “I see you’ve met my little pet project.” He stated, never taking his cold gaze off Tim. Tim glared back at the man; his resolve to save the small child growing stronger the longer Marinette held onto the back of his shirt, tightening her trembling grip like it was her only lifeline. “I would ask you please return it to me, it is a very important asset that I would like to keep close.”

The sound of Marinette’s whimper made Tim feel almost animalistic with the need to protect. It was as exhilarating as it was horrifying. “No,” he snarled, “I don’t think I will. I’m sure that you have enough of her blood to fill each and every one of your Lazarus Pits to the brim.” He growled out, reaching for the bo staff at his side.

“Don’t be ridiculous Detective”, Ra’s sighed sounding almost exasperated, though he didn’t come any closer…yet. “Surely you know the reason we must keep her close, despite her blood’s usefulness.” Unfortunately Tim did understand what Ra’s was getting at. He had been reading through any and all files that pertained to “Subject E131”. Ra’s intended to use Marinette as a weapon; training and enhancing her powers so that she could use her control of plant life–and maybe even animal life–to use against his enemies—in other words, a better “model” of Poison Ivy. He wouldn’t let that be her fate, she would not be another pawn in Ra’s sick games.

“Yes, but I’m afraid that I can’t let that happen.” Snap . His staff snapped open, ready for whatever Ra’s had planned. Ra’s simply smirked, a twinkle in his eyes that sent a shiver down Tim’s spine.

“Very well Detective, have it your way.” Ra’s was fast, faster than Tim was expecting, but not fast enough. Tim shot his staff into the air, blocking the blow before using the momentum to push Ra’s sword away from him.

“Is this child really worth the risk of not being able to see your father again, Detective? Without my help, he’ll be lost forever.”

Tim ground his teeth, he wouldn’t let this manipulative ba* invade his mind. If he was as great of a detective as Ra’s claimed him to be, then he didn’t need Ra’s. He would find Bruce on his own, and show everyone that he wasn’t crazy. He would protect this child, because she deserved to feel safe.

He looked around for an opening while gently bushing the small child away from, but still behind, him. He couldn’t risk her safety more than he already is. Jason was out there, he would be here soon. He just needed to stall Ra’s and make it to the drop off point.

Ra’s attacked once more, this time trying to move around him, switching their positions so that Marinette would be right behind Ra’s. Tim wouldn’t let that happen though.�� He kept his feet solidly on the ground pushing against Ra’s momentum. The sound of Ra’s blade against his staff was a sharp clash as each fighter swung and danced around the other. “It is such a shame, Detective. I truly thought that you would join me as my right hand.”

Tim felt a vicious smirk fall onto his lips—the same smirk he used to strike fear into Gotham’s criminal underbelly—, “Sorry to disappoint, but I don’t murder those who stand against me.”

“Maybe now, but you could learn. You could come to see how efficient it is when you are trying to truly bring order to the world.”

“Yes, because torturing kids is definitely the “best way” of creating “order”.” He growled, ducking under Ra’s sword before throwing a right slam towards Ra’s abdomen.

Beep Beep

Jason was 30 minutes out. He must have been pushing his bike for all it’s worth if he got here that fast, Tim thought while using a downward thrust. Ra’s jumped back, surveying the room. He watched with glee as the cruel, condescending smile on Ra’s face fell away into a frustrated sneer.

“Where is she?” He demanded coldly.

Tim’s smile grew. “What, you thought I didn’t have a plan for if you came back early?” Tim had discovered a trap door under the bed that led to a small cave right at the edge of the base. Exactly where he told Jason to meet them. Ra’s must have forgotten about it with how big the base was, or simply did not believe that Tim would have found the small passage.

“I see I’ve underestimated you, Detective.” Ra’s sneered.

Tim simply chirped, “Your mistake.” Before he launched into a series of strikes, no longer afraid that he’d accidentally hurt Marinette. Ra’s blocked his strikes, only allowing him to get two or three before Ra’s countered him blow for blow. Tim allowed himself to be spun by Ra’s attack, following the movement so his back was to the door, just as he planned. Before Ra’s could strike down his next blow Tim was moving, running out of the room and through the seemingly deserted corridors.

He needed to distract the others, keep them far away from Mari and the drop off point, so he was strangely relieved when swarms of ninjas began to attack him. Though when he noticed Ra’s was not in the midst, he could feel a panic course through his muscles. What if he had found the passage? What if he had gotten there before Jason and had taken Mari? He would never be able to forgive himself.

Tim ducked past the blades and throwing stars; cursing when one of them grazed his unarmored forearm. The long gash stretched down his arm allowing warm blood to trickle down onto the stone floor. It didn’t matter though, because he had to keep fighting. Had to protect Marinette so that she could live her own life.

So he kept running, kept defending, kept ducking, and he kept fighting back.

“Red Hood to Red Robin. Red Hood to Red Robin, the package has been picked up.”

Tim nearly collapsed in relief, but considering he was still in the midst of battle, he decided that doing so would be a terrible idea.

Suddenly, the sound of gunshots hung heavy through the halls. Ra’s didn’t allow the use of guns, especially on base, and Tim only knew one person that could sneak in here without a problem while using that kind of weapon. The brief moment of his distraction cost him as the back of a hilt was smashed against his head. Tim collapsed, his body feeling heavy and sluggish.

“Tim!” Someone shouted, and suddenly, the pounding in his head cleared. A warmth surrounded him, just like when he had first met Marinette, except there wasn’t any excruciating pain like something was growing in him. Wait, oh sh*.

“Jason!” Tim screamed, jumping back onto his feet with renewed strength and pushing back the other ninja, as he moved toward the echoing sounds of gunshots rather than away. Before he could even round the corner he saw Marinette staring at him with haunted, watery eyes.

“They were going to take you next! You promised they wouldn’t take you away like that!” She sobbed, hugging herself. Tim felt his heart shatter into a million pieces. He extended his arms out, fully expecting her to shrink away. But she didn’t, she ran into his arms and let him pick her up, wrapping her legs around his chest when he moved her so she was situated against his left hip.

“I’m sorry, Sweetie. It won’t happen again now that I’ve got my little lucky charm back.” Marinette giggled lightly through her tears. But in all seriousness, Tim was absolutely terrified. She shouldn’t be here, she should be on her way back to Gotham right now with Jason! He was going to kill Jason. Tim touched the small device in his ear, turning his mic on. “Hood, I thought I told you to get her out of here. You said you picked her up!”

He could hear the reverberations of round after round leaving the chamber while Jason replied, “the Little Pixie said she wouldn’t leave without you. Screamed when I tried to touch her. Figured as long as she stayed with me she’d be fine while we rescued your sorry a*.”

“Well she didn’t stay by your side, you arrogant jerk.”

“Oh don’t even Mr. I’m-going-to-work-with-The-League-of-Assassins-with-no-bad-consequences-directed-towards-me. Seriously, what were you thinking ?”

Tim felt his jaw clench, shoulders tensing, as the memories of everyone telling him how he was crazy, how grief made him insane, how he simply wasn’t in his “right mind”. No one would listen, no one trusted him, but he was right ! He knows that he’s right! He didn’t respond.

“No excuse? What, did you want a taste of what it’s like on the other side? See what it’s like to-“

“ Shut up , Jason. The only reason I called you is because you know this place better than the others and I trusted you to have this child’s best interest in mind.”

It was silent over the line, well except for the resounding bullets, but it didn’t last long. “Let’s just get the h* out of here.” And that was that.

A few minutes later, he found Jason surrounded by bodies of ninjas, surprisingly not bleeding out. “Rubber bullets.” Jason informed, “Kid doesn’t need to see that.” Tim bites his lip before he can say: she’s already seen far worse . Tim gave Jason a sharp nod, and they were moving out. Tim followed closely behind Jason to wherever he had parked their getaway vehicle, hugging Marinette tighter to him as they ran. He was honestly surprised to see one of the Batplanes carefully concealed behind the large jungle canopy. He was honestly expecting to see one of Hood’s bikes. He was even more so when he saw Babs waiving towards them in her wheelchair.

“You have a lot of explaining to do, Boy Wonder .” She shouted, her voice filled with so much unadulterated rage that Tim actually feared for his life for the first time that day. He didn’t have time to hesitate though, who knew what or who was hiding in the jungle or coming after them. Adjusting his grip slightly on Mari he ran the rest of the way to the plane only letting himself relax his grip when they were in the air and flying far away. When he looked out the window, all he could see was Ra’s standing right where the plane had just taken off, sword raised in a challenge. If they had been even a few moments later, they might not have escaped.

“T-Tim?” Marinette whispered into his ear, startling him slightly. “Can I be put down now?”

“Yes, of course.” Tim said, quickly setting her down before he kneeled in front of her so that he could check her over for any injury. “Coming back for me was risky and irresponsible. You could’ve gotten taken again. I don’t think I’d ever be able to live with myself if that happened.” He stated as he patted her down, if one of those ninja hurt even a hair on her head he was going to-

“Ahem.” Tim’s face shot up at the sound, forcing him to meet Barbara’s cold and curious eyes. “Would you like to introduce us, and maaaybe explain why you’ve been radio silent for the past six months . Tim glared at Babs, but she held his gaze.

Sighing he turned away from her and looked at the small child, silent tears falling down her face. Tim felt his shoulders fall. He opened his arms and prayed that she wouldn’t flinch away from him like she had many other times before. When Marinette flung herself into his arms, filling the cold void with her warmth while her tears soaked his robes, he couldn’t have felt more relieved.

“I’m sorry for getting mad, Honey. You scared me, and I just want you to be safe. I-I never want you to go through what you went through there ever again.” He whispered to her in French.

“You know what they did?” She gasped back in her native tongue, her voice still so broken and raspy. “You took me away.”

Tears of his own fell down his cheeks as he lifted her off the ground. “It’s okay baby, you’re safe now.” He turned to look at Babs and Jason, who were looking away silently, giving them as much privacy as they could while still keeping an eye on the two. “Hey, there’s some snacks in the back, do you want to grab some?”

She sniffled, wiping at her eyes before giving him a small nod. Once her feet hit the floor, she moved to the back of the small plane where the small snack drawer sat.

“She was one of Ra’s experiments.” Tim stated before either of the two could say anything, trying to discreetly wipe at his eyes while still watching the small girl. “She’s a meta who has the ability of creation, very powerful. Ra’s put her under hundreds of different experiments and documented the results, taking and using her blood to reverse the Lazarus Pit side effects before turning her into a human weapon..”

Tim took in a shaky breath, his heart melting when he saw Marinette’s wide eyes when she pulled a bag of pretzels. She looked like she had just found lost treasure from an old chest. “She was 7 when they took her, she was trapped there for 3 years. Killed her parents and showed her the recording of their death to get the reaction they needed. I downloaded her entire file. It should finish downloading onto your computer in the clock tower in the next half hour.”

Marinette raced over to him holding a small pack of chocolate covered pretzels while hugging a second one close to her chest. Tim gently took it from her with a small, ruffling her hair in the process. “Thanks Mari. Why don’t you go sit down. You never know when there will be turbulence.”

Marinette hesitated, looking at him expectantly. “I’ll join you soon. I don’t plan to let you stay by yourself for very long.” With one more silent nod she moved to the front of the plane where there were four seats available.

“Tim, you do realize you’re 19, right?” Jason said, helmet and mask fully removed.

“Yes?”

“Okay, so then what’s your plan here? B’s not here to take her in,” Tim flinched at that. Bruce would be back, he would bring Bruce back! “I don’t think Dickie will take her either what with the Demon Brat, I-“

“I’m not entrusting you with her.” Jason shot him a sharp glare.

“Alright you dick, well what’s your plan then?”

“Well, I’m about as rich as Bruce, I am currently CEO of his company, and The Nest would only need to be restocked and a room redecorated…” Tim started mumbling, mind starting to wonder as he thought of everything he would need to do to make The Nest more… child friendly.

Snap snap. Startling back into the moment Tim glared at Babs for destroying his train of thought. “Focus Tim. So what I’m hearing is, you want to adopt her?” She asked incredulously.

“Yes, as soon as I bring Bruce back.” Tim agreed matter of factly causing both Jason and Barbara to flinch.

“Tim…” Babs began, her tone tired sounding.

“Don’t”, Tim growled startling all occupants on the plane, except Mari, she fell asleep. Tim had changed a lot in the last six months, and he knew exactly what was needed of him.

He was so close to finding Bruce. He just needed to find one last piece of evidence and he’d be able to bring Bruce back. Tim had found out that the man was stuck in a timestream and that he had been leaving clues that only Tim could find. He was going to bring the closest thing he had to a father home, and nobody was going to stop him.

“I know he’s still alive, and I can prove it. I have the files and physical proof to do so. I’m not crazy!” His breath was coming out in short puffs, his eyes were narrowed, and he could feel his clenched fist shaking at his side.

“Okay, Tim. We believe you. Just calm down.” Barbara began. She was talking in her victim’s voice and while Tim hated that it was directed towards him, he couldn’t help but take a little comfort in the smoothness of her words. Slowly he let himself relax, taking longer breaths as he calmed down.

“I’m fine. Just drop me off in Uganda and make sure Marinette’s safe. I’d prefer that you look after her,” he stated as he made eye contact with Babs, “keep her away from the Demon Brat and all. But I understand if you truly, 100% without a doubt , believe that Dick would be able to care for her better until I return.”

“What about me? I could watch the little pixie.” Jason grumbled as he stared at the limp form of the small girl.

“I trust you about as much as I can throw you Jason.”

“At least I know how to actually cook.”

“Boys.”

“I can learn!” Tim replied indignantly.

“BoYs.”

“Not without burning down your entire kitchen you couldn-“

“BOYS!”

Both snapped their necks to look at Babs. Letting out a long agitated sigh, “First of all, I’m not going to just drop you off in Uganda just for you to go off the radar again.” Tim was about to protest but she held her hand up, silencing him. “Before anything else is decided on I’m going to look through all of your evidence, then once we see that we can come to a decision on what happens next. Does that sound fair?”

Tim wanted to argue more, force them to relent until they just did what he asked because he was so close . But he held his tongue and gave a curt nod. “Fine, but I’m going to go whether or not you believe me.” Without another word he stalked over until he was sitting next to Marinette.

He watched the gentle rise and fall of her chest, her face soothed over in sleep, and her head was tilted so that it was leaning against her shoulder at an uncomfortable angle. Gently, Tim guided her head until it rested against his chest. He felt her stir slightly, but instantly relaxed when he began to run his fingers up and down her back. Her hair was far too tangled and would definitely need a professional stylist to fix it before he felt comfortable enough running his fingers through it without causing any pain or discomfort.

When he looked up Babs and Jason were gone, the door to the cockpit left slightly ajar. Tim squeezed his eyes shut as he let out a long sigh that rattled his bones. With his free hand he rummaged through his leftmost bandolier and pulled out a small red button. Opening his eyes he stared at the small device, a devious smirk forming on his lips as he pushed the button.

Long live The League of Assassins, and long may it burn.

All he needed to do now was free Bruce. With that finished Tim closed his eyes, letting the gentle weight of Marinette comfort him as he let sleep finally take him over.

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not-terezi-pyrope · 1 month ago

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Hi, I’m also fat and trans and struggle a lot with eating, and I just wanted to share with you the biggest thing that finally got me to stop intentionally starving myself— *it doesn’t work.* it *will not* make you lose weight. Not in any kind of sustainable way. By the time your body is desperate enough to start eating itself that way, the damage to your organs will be irreversible. You will not look good. You will not be thin. You will be dying. You will look like you’re dying. And because you put your body into famine mode, it will hold on to fat even harder, and your stable healthy weight will likely go *up*. Accepting that my body is always going to look like this is torture, but it’s also the truth. We have to find a way to live with ourselves. We have to find a way to exist in our bodies as they are, instead of trying to die in the slowest and most pointless manner possible. Starvation doesn’t work, dieting doesn’t work, exercise doesn’t work, because this isn’t something wrong with your body that can be treated like an illness you can overcome. This is what your body is supposed to look like. Fat is healthy.

And food is wonderful. Good food on its own can be a reason to live. Eating delicious food, connecting to my body through the simple natural pleasure of eating, helped more than any diet.

Please eat something delicious today for me, even though you don’t know me. Even if it’s just something small. Just sit with it, take your time and really taste it, and remember the joy food is supposed to bring you, even though self loathing has made you associate it with suffering.

When you feel ready to return, eat slowly. Savor everything. Seek out new food experiences so your diet is varied. Find the foods that bring you joy. You’ll be surprised by some of them. Fight the urge to treat eating like a chore or a torment, and make meals something to look forward to by filling them with food you’re actively excited to eat. For you, the healthiest food is the food you’ll eat. Anything is better than nothing.

Just stay alive.

Not to object to your nice words here, but the material reality for me is that it has been working. At least leading up to this point.

Maybe that means the less intensive version of this, plus medication, plus lack of binge eating sessions, is what was working effectively, and what I'm doing now might abstractly raise my set point if I were to start eating more again (would prefer not to).

But I definitely don't think that where I was a year ago was inevitable or even necessarily healthy. I refuse to frame it like my body is "supposed" to look like anything, it can be whatever I choose it to be as a result of my choices, and I'm allowed to make whatever choices I want. Hence my transition, hence my weight loss also - at least as it currently stands, and regardless of whether it turns out to be sustainable (I hope at least some of it does, which based on how I looked at 19 I suspect may be the case, at least to a more middling set point. I suspect that my eating habits before were unhealthy in the other direction, and I don't buy that I'm spoiled goods and have irrevocably altered my metabolism).

And either way, going back to that is not an option for me. To be frank, anon, I would rather be sick and slim than gain back those 40 kilos. If I have to maintain this diet indefinitely then I'm allowed to choose that.

#not-terezi-speaks #asks #anonymous #cw disordered eating

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moo-siala · 7 months ago

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ᝰ MOO-SIALA’S PROMPT LIST ᝰ

꒦꒷ NOTE: some of these prompts are mine and some of them are not so credit goes to their respective owners. your requests can have as many prompts as you want or none at all. if you come up with another idea of your own, i really don’t mind. these prompts are here for some inspo in case you need it. i’ll try to update the prompt list as much as i can, so keep an eye on it

— FLUFF

1. "it's alright... it's okay... i'm here now. i've got you."

2. “you are my everything.”

3. “i’ve always loved you, and i pretend to keep doing it until our last day on earth.”

4. “i just wanted to make sure you were okay.”

5. “is that my hoodie?” “keep it.”

6. “you can hold my hand, if you want.”

7. “honey i’m home!”

8. “stop it with the puppy eyes, they won’t work this time.” “you sure?” “stop manipulating me.”

9. “how about a kiss before i go?”

10. “seeing you happy is all that matters.”

11. “you feel like home to me.”

12. “what, am i not allowed to look at you?”

13. “you’re so dumb.” “you love me.”

14. “i’ll be damned if i don’t make you smile at least once today.”

15. “how did you even get sick? you look ugly. come here.”

16. “what do you need?” “kisses, cuddles, and a back massage.”

17. “you’re mine.”

18. “i’m yours.”

19. “you did all of this for me?”

20. “what are you doing?” “getting comfortable?”

21. “you’re my everything.”

22. “you’re staring.” “i’m admiring you.”

23. “by the way...” “hm?” “i’m gonna kiss you now. if you don't want to, just punch me.”

24. “give me a chance.” “a chance for what?” “a chance to prove you that I can make you happy.”

25. “i freaking love you!” “...you’re drunk.” “i knoooow!”

26. "please shut up so i can kiss you."

— ANGST

1. “i trusted you.”

2. “it was never my intention to hurt you.” “but you did.”

3. “i still got love for you.”

4. “please.. don’t lie to me.”

5. “if you won’t change... then i can’t stay. i’m sorry.”

6. “don’t start a fight you won’t win.”

7. “you’ve changed.”

8. “please go away.”

9. “i know i have a heart because i can feel it breaking.”

10. “don’t go on that date.” “why?” “you know why.” “say it.”

11. “you didn’t just break promises, you broke me.”

12. “that’s not what i meant and you know it.”

13. " 'till death do us part, huh?"

14. "do you ever think about anyone other than yourself?"

15. "all i’ve ever wanted is for you to see me, but i’m not like them."

16. “you don’t have to hide your tears for me.”

17. “tell me what’s going on.” “i don’t feel good.”

18. “you deserve better than me.”

19. “i miss you.”

20. “i never wanted that divorce.”

21. “i will always take care of you no matter what.”

22. “no matter what they made you think, you are worth loving."

23. “seeing you like this and not being able to help – it breaks my heart.”

— RANDOM

1. “sleep is for the weak.”

2. “did it hurt?” “what? when i fell from heaven?” “no… when you hit your head with the door.”

3. “do not do that again” “or what?”

4. “YOU DID WHAT?!”

5. “come over here and make me.”

6. “fight me” “i’m not going to fight you.”

7. “just because you can doesn’t mean you should.”

8. “you were put on this earth to give me a headache.” “and you were put on this earth to make me horny.”

9. “one of us is clearly smarter than the other.”

10. “did i stutter?”

11. “what would you do without me?” “live in peace?”

12. “you sent me a nude.” “accidentally.” “how is that even possible?”

13. “you make me want to rip my hair off.” “nice. what about your clothes?”

14. “why are you following me?” “i need attention.”

15. “i’m not your friend, i’m your boyfriend. get it right.”

16. “go away.” “then let go of me you idiot.” “you’re rude.”

17. “can i-“ “no.”

18. “stop poking me!” “then give me attention!”

19. “can i wear your race suit?” “it’s too big for you.”

20. “shut up.” “don’t tell me what to do.”

21. “stop calling me a bitch, bitch.”

22. “get off me.” “you’re literally on top of me.”

23. "Friends don't look at each other the way you two do."

24. "I didn't do it." "Then why are you laughing?" "Because whoever did is a genius."

25. "You're burning up."

— NSFW / SMUT

1. “if we weren’t in public right now i’d have my head between your legs.”

2. “this feels dirty” “that's because it is”

3. “bend over.”

4. “im going to fuck you until you forget that assholes name.”

5. “i can’t hear you.”

6. “fuck you.” - “when?”

7. “do you need help with that?”

8. “i don’t care what you do just fuck me.”

9. “touch yourself for me.”

10. “everything off. right now.”

11. “i love it when you moan my name.”

12. “no panties?”

13. “i want you right now.”

14. “can you feel what your doing to me?”

15. “don’t be gentle.”

16. “be a good girl and spread your legs.”

17. “we’re.... just friends.”

18. “i forgot my towel.”

19. “you won’t be getting any sleep tonight.”

20. “don’t pretend to be so innocent.”

21. “oh don’t mind me I’m just enjoying the view.”

22. “you’re naked aren’t you.”

#football #football imagine #football imagines #football one shot #footballer x reader #footballer x you

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wheelin-after-midnight · 1 month ago

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51.

1. What’s one of your worst bad habits?

Negative self talk or worrying/overthinking.

2. Have you ever gone back to someone who was really bad for you?

Yes.

3. What written faux pas annoys you the most (maybe an incorrect spelling or forgetting to capitalise certain nouns, for example?

I have a lot bigger problems to worry about than how someone else wrties or types. It's not something I focus on or judge people for unless I'm being asked for help or it's within a context where something like that actually matters.

4. What’s the worst effect that social media has had on you?

I can't think of anything, because I'm not so addicted to it that it causes issues like that.

5. What colour would you describe yourself as if you had to and why does that colour fit?

These days, blue/grey/black. Because everything in my life is completely fucked and I'm tired. I'd rather be dead. :/

6. Who do you miss from your childhood or teen years? Did you just slowly pull apart or did something else happen?

My Nan. That lady was my best friend and everything I don't get from my mother, I got from her. She knew me better than any and everyone. She died. There never would have been any drifting apart otherwise.

7. What do you feel people criticise you most for? Do you tend to ignore them, defend yourself or take a different tactic?

Fucking everything about me they don't like or understand. There's no point defending myself anymore. I keep it all inside.

8. Do you have a certain person in mind that if karma was coming for them, they’d not be in a good spot?

Hah, there's a few, but I'm not totally sold on the idea of Karma anyway.

9. What similie would you use to describe yourself?

Lately something like fragile as glass.

10. What’s show that most people you know like do you have no interest in?

Bob's Burgers.

11. In what way would you say you’re unique and one of a kind?

I don't feel that way about myself. All of us are this way, though. No two humans will ever be the same.

12. Have you ever had a teacher or a professor who really came across that they didn’t like the people he was teaching?

Yeah, twice. One in fifth grade, and one in both 9th and 11th grades in high school. 13. What toxic behaviour in others have you let slide because you cared for them? Did you eventually come to your senses?

Basically anything my mother does almost any time we interact. I'm a lot less tolerant of things and will speak up for myself whether she likes it or not, but it doesn't change anything. My situation doesn't allow for complete no contact, but it's as minimal as it can be. Sometimes I miss her and extend olive branches for the contact to be more, but I almost always end up feeling stupid for trying.

14. What’s your least favourite month? Is there a particular reason for this?

January, because it's long and miserable and cold and I hate winter.

15. Would you say you’re quite capable of asserting yourself?

I'm absolutely capable, but I don't always do it as much as I should, depending on the situation.

16. How did your first serious relationship come to an end? Did you end up staying in contact or seeing them at a later time?

I stopped trying to hide the fact that I'm gay. We tried to stay friends after some time of processing things, but in the end he just didn't respect boundaries and started treating me like shit when I wouldn't compromise on said boundaries, so I cut him out.

17. Have you ever got a speeding ticket?

No. I can't drive.

18. What social issue at the moment isn’t receiving enough attention in your own opinion?

Issues pertaining to the disability community never receive enough attention, in my opinion.

19. What’s the best piece of advice a grandparent or elder gave you?

I can't think of groundbreaking advice that stuck with me at the moment. The best thing she ever gave me was her unconditional love and support and endless hours of time when no one else was there to help me and hold me up. I learned how to love people correctly and selflessly because of her.

20. How easily do you get dizzy?

Only really badly when I get migraines.

21. When did you last see a phone box?

It's been a while. I wish those would come back, honestly.

22. Have you ever been around people intoxicated on drugs?

Yeah. I think most people have at one point or another.

23. What’s tasks do you find an absolute bore?

There aren't many you'll hear me complain about. It took me years to get to a point where I was able to even do basic tasks of daily living on my own. Not having that ability and the freedom it comes with is depressing and isolating as fuck.

24. What’s your favourite type of coffee?

McDonald's, but I rarely buy their grounds to percolate at home anymore because it's expesnsive. Generally I prefer light to medium roasts. 25. Is there one person who has been there for you more than anyone else?

If we can count deceased people, then Nan. If not, then my girlfriend.

26. What’s was the reason you were last sad on a birthday of yours?

Being alone with no one coming by or checking on me. 27. Have you ever drunk texted an ex?

Yeah. 28. What was your favourite childhood game?

Playing with barbies and baby dolls. Playing office with old phones and keyboards that didn't work anymore.

29. What do people go to you for help with?

My friends come to me for support when they're struggling or hurting. I wish I could do more as a friend, though. Like, drop everything and go help take care of their kids or clean their house or bring them a meal when they're grieving, overwhelmed, whatever. But I'm not in that position and stuck here and it makes me feel terrible. I can offer my words and my ear and things like that, but it doesn't feel like enough. Makes me feel like a totally garbage friend. They'll insist I'm not, but the feeling is tough to shake.

30. What movie have you been meaning to watch but you’ve just not got around to it yet?

The Wild Robot.

#personal #text #survey #questions #surveys

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noforkingclue · 1 year ago

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No Questions Asked (Laszlo Kreizler x reader) Chapter 19

Chapter warnings: character death and mentioned domestic abuse

No Questions Asked tag list: @fandom-lover-4, @ajeff855, @booksarekindaneat, @greeneyedblondie44

Everything tag list: @greenrevolutionary, @byebyebreezywrites, @spngingerbread21, @layazul, @lov3vivian, @simonsbluee

It was late when you finally staggered back to your humble home. Laszlo had offered for you to stay but you very swiftly declined. You didn’t want to risk your secret getting out in that way.

“Where the fuck have you been all night?”

You leant against a wall and looked over at Alice. She folded her arms and you slumped against it. You took in deep breath of the cool night air and said,

“Out.”

“Are you drunk?”

“So what if I am?” you slowly sunk to the ground, “everyone else is allowed to so why not me?”

“And where have you been all night?”

“You’re not my fucking parents,” you snapped, “so why does it concern you?”

“You had people waiting to see you.”

“I have people to see me every night. Why is tonight so special.”

Alice marched over to you and grabbed your shoulders. You let out a yelp as, with a strength you never knew she had, Alice pulled you to your feet and pushed you against the wall. You felt yourself sobering up and you finally saw her saw properly. Her eyes were red and you could see the faint traced of tears on her cheeks.

“What happened?” you asked quietly

“Polly.”

“Is she ok?” you asked sharply

“She would’ve been if you were here.”

“What do you mean by that?”

“She’s dead,” Alice said bluntly, “that bastard went too far. She came here looking for you and guess what- you weren’t fucking here.”

“Polly’s… dead.” You said weakly

“Yeah and you helped.”

“Helped,” sorrow was replaced with anger, “how the fuck did you work that out?”

“If you were here instead of being with your new posh friends then Polly would still be alive!”

“You don’t know that! I’m not a miracle worker!”

“She would’ve had a better chance. You, for all your worth, is a better option than nothing.”

“For all my…”you slapped Alice’s hands away and jabbed her in the chest, “don’t you dare fucking talk to me like that. I have done so much for everyone here and I had one day off, just one! I don’t ask for much, hell, a lot of you don’t even pay me.”

“We would’ve appreciated you letting us know you wouldn’t be here,” Alice cried, “you have people relying on you!”

“And when do I get any time for myself?” you snapped, “Helping everyone with medical issues. Helping Kreizler and his lot with these murders. I never have time just for me.”

Alice sighed and ran a hand her face.

“Then maybe you should stop helping them.” She said

“And let more children get killed?”

“That isn’t what I mean and you know it,” she said harshly, “But that isn’t the world you belong in.”

“I know.”

“Then why are you helping?”

“Money,” you gave a weak chuckle, “and maybe because it was the right thing to do.”

“Yeah, course.”

An awkward silence fell over the two of you. You wiped your eyes. How could you have let this happen?

“Pol wanted you to have this.”

“Huh?”

You looked up sharply as Alice waved a scrap of paper at you. You flinched when you saw it dotted with blood. Alice sneered at let it drop and you quickly snatched it before it could touch the ground.

“She was determined that you should know that,” she said, “her last wishes before she died. Do with that as you want.”

Alice turned on her heel and walked swiftly away, once again leaving you alone in a world that you no longer belonged in.

#fanfiction #the alienist #reader insert #laszlo kreizler #laszlo kreizler x reader

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melishade · 2 years ago

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Attack on Prime: Hurt/Comfort Dialogue Prompts Hyperlinks

This ask game

I finally managed to do them all, so here is the link for each one.

#1 You... you really mean it, don't you?

#2 Say it again. Please. Say it again.

#3 When's the last time you slept?

#4 Stay. Please stay.

#5 I don't know if I can forgive.

#6 How could you?

#7 I'm here. I've got you. You're safe now.

#8 Leave. Now. Just leave!

#9 I'm trusting you. Please don't make me regret it.

#10 Please... what am I doing wrong? What aren't you doing wrong?!

#11 "They shouldn't treat you like that."

#12 "Help me."

#13 You deserve better than me.

#14 "What's wrong?"

#15 "I can't. I just can't."

#16 "You were calling out, in your sleep. You said my name."

#17 "You don't have to be alone anymore."

#18 "I'm sorry. I don't remember."

#19 "What can I do to be enough for you?"

#20 "Please. For me." "...okay. For you.

#21 Oh, love. What have you done to yourself?

#22 ...you knew?

#23 Did they hurt you?

#24 Unless you ask me not to in the next five seconds, I'm going to hug you.

#25 I know you have no reason to trust me. But please... I'm asking you to anyway

#26 You're allowed to need help.

#27 Forgive me, my love.

#28 "...I don't hate you." "...you don't?" (Bonus: "No. Not yet.")

#29 Tell me the truth.

#30 You're okay. You've got to be okay. You've got to be. You're okay. Please. Please be okay.

#31 You came back for me. You actually came back for me.

#32 I already knew I wasn't good enough.

#33 You don't get it, do you?

#34 Are you going to kill me?

#35 You deserve better than this. You deserve better.

#36 I'll do anything. Anything at all. Just let my friend go.

#37 Why? Why are you helping me?

#38 Please stop hurting me. Please. Please stop.

#39 You have nothing to apologize for.

#40 I deserve it.

#41 I'm sorry, that was... embarrassing.

#42 Tell me what I did wrong! What's wrong with me?!

#43 Why haven't you been eating?

#44 I... I think I need a hug.

#45 Oh, love...

#46 This is all my fault.

#47 I love you. I'm sorry.

#48 Don't touch me!

#49 You hurt me. I didn't think...

#50 Goodbye.

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simshousewindsor · 2 years ago

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FIRE AND ICE

[Royal Lodge, Buckingsimshire 9:19 PM WST]

Deon Waters [Crew]: Captain, power is off in the other two units. We’re clear.

Jermaine Askew [Captain]: Great. Bring the truck back up now. I’ll do the final all clear on this one with Shaun.

Princess Lara: I’m so glad the rain stopped.

Queen Katherine: Had the fire gotten worse, the rain may have helped.

Princess Lara: Either way, we were just vacated from our home due to a fire! Had Anna and Marsh not invited us to dinner, we would have been here!

Prince Rainier: This could have been much worse, Kate.

Jermaine Askew [Captain]: I agree, Your Majesty. These townhomes had been vacant for so many years, a fire like this was bound to happen. Thankfully, this unit was vacant. A thorough inspection of all three is highly recommended.

Queen Katherine: (somber) Mom was planning to move here next week. This is a disaster.

Princess Anna: (somber) The children are going to be devastated we have to move again. I do not want to go back to Kently with my parents, and Leo and Jazmyn.

Queen Katherine: You’re all staying at the palace tonight. We’ll sort the rest out in the morning. I’m sure there are options!

Prince Rainier: I’ll call the palace to have rooms prepared.

- - - - - THE NEXT DAY - - - - -

[Buckingsim Palace, Buckingsimshire 8:56 AM WST]

Princess Lara: I’m going to tell Kate we’d like to go back to Broderick House. It makes more sense now!

Prince Anthony: They made us move last year because it was too expensive. What makes you think anything has changed now, especially with every dollar being watched to cover the coronation.

Princess Lara: Broderick House was gifted to us by daddy!

Prince Anthony:...but we can't afford it, Lara! We only receive §1.1million simoleons a year from the Duchy. Security, alone, was §250k!

Princess Lara: I’m going to request an increase from the duchy. Time’s are changing and it’s only fair. Kate expects me to help her with so much but not allow me time to do any of my own charities. You can't even take photography clients anymore!

Prince Anthony: You always let your family run over you. What makes you think Kate won't bully you into taking your request back or worse, bully you into something bigger?

Princess Lara: I know how to say no!

Prince Anthony: Someone’s gotten a little fire inside of them. If you say so, Lara. You love your sister too much to tell her no.

- - - - - LATER - - - - -

Princess Lara: I still can't get over how well the remodel looks, Kate. Why did daddy never approve this?

Queen Katherine: He never got around to it. I had so much free time while on maternity leave at Beaverdam to catch up on all of his plans and finally make overdue decisions like approving the remodel.

Princess Lara: All of his plans?

Queen Katherine: Daddy had plans outside of just being sovereign.

Princess Lara: (hesitant) okay...

Queen Katherine: I’ll catch you up over breakfast. We’ve been so busy since I got back, we haven't had alone time long enough to catch up since Christmas. The fire has, at least, given us a day to stop and do that. I also have some other things to discuss.

- - - - - LATER - - - - -

Prince Anthony: I can't believe His late Majesty had so many awards.

Prince Rainier: Along with personal treasures he amassed, he kept his awards up here! As Prince of Brindleton Bay, he was a huge environmentalist.

Prince Anthony:...and as sovereign he wasn't?

Prince Rainier: (laughs) You know what I mean. That was before the Crown didn't allow him to be as vocal about certain issues, like politics. Neutrality and all.

Prince Anthony: Are those journals of Edward I? That’s his cypher, right?

Prince Rainier: Yes. There is also a journal of Albert II up there. The larger collections are housed in the royal archives.

Prince Rainier: Let’s have a drink in the billiard room. I’d like to discuss something with you.

Prince Anthony: (shocked) It’s not even noon.

Prince Rainier: So, that’s a yes! Bourbon or Hennessy over ice?

- - - - - LATER - - - - -

Queen Katherine: ...so, daddy may have found something important the night before he died about where the stone is, and now the Grand Duchess of Glimmerbrook wants to meet with me.

Princess Lara: Oh, daddy! What was he thinking? He hid this from everyone. No wonder mom has stayed in mourning for so long!

Queen Katherine: I still can't believe Royal Lodge caught on fire! To think, had this happened next week mom would have been living in that vacant unit.

Princess Lara: Yes. Speaking of, Anthony and I...

Queen Katherine: Oh, Anthony! I know how happy you both had been there, and being close to Anna. It doesn't appear we will get approval for occupancy on the two units that weren't harmed until renovations are complete on the one that was.

Princess Lara: Anthony and I think it would be best if we went back to Broderick House. Daddy gifted it to us on my wedding day. Why not now?

Queen Katherine: Didn't parliament deny the request last year for additional security, and the duchy decline the increase requested to pay for security?

Princess Lara: Yes, but...

Queen Katherine: Daddy and I actually discussed this after parliament denied the request, and why his hands were tied. You see, as a Countess you receive the maximum amount allowed from the duchy. What he wasn't allowed to do then, I am allowed to do now. I can elevate Anthony’s title! The Boykins title was always meant to be a dukedom not an earldom designated to the monarchs fifth son, and since I’m done birthing children.

Princess Lara: (excited) Really?

Queen Katherine: Of course! A dukedom would be entitled to a larger amount from the duchy, and after my approval, be able to assume Broderick House as residence. You’re the only sibling to the monarch, and I’m going to need you and Anthony supporting Rainier and I now even more than ever!

Princess Lara: (somber) Oh! I... I’d need to talk this over with Anthony.

Queen Katherine: Rainier is talking to him now!

Previous | Beginning | Next - continue Heir Ascent (story)

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writing-rat · 1 year ago

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5 Times Tara Needed Help, 1 Time Sam needed Help

Pairing: Sam and Tara, minor Quinn x Tara

Content Warning: Dealing with trauma, Bed wetting, Nightmares, Panic Attack

Summary: Tara needs help 5 times. Sam helps her. Tara helps Sam one time she needs it.

WC: 3135

It was nighttime in the Carpenter apartment. Quinn was in her room sleeping, Mindy was at Chad’s for the night, watching Stab which Tara refused to do now. Tara and Sam were also in their own rooms. Tara was attempting sleep while Sam stayed up reading, her therapist recommended her to do that.

One minute it was all silent, the next there was a sudden sound. A scream, coming from Tara’s room. Sam immediately put her book down, having a mental note of the page she was on. She quickly rushed over to Tara’s room, ignoring Quinn as she went inside, and her eyes softened. Tara was curled up, sobbing and covered herself up fully.

“T,” Sam spoke gently, soon sitting down next to her and rubbed her back. Tara quickly hooked onto her sister, her bottom half suspiciously staying under covers. “I’m here, you’re safe. Everything is ok,” she comforted, trying to get the girl in a comfortable position. Tara whimpered as the blanket was taken off, a wet patch visible. “Oh honey, want to shower while I sort this out?” she asked.

“No!” Tara shouted embarrassed. “It’s just… water,” she mumbled out.

“Ok… you know it’s ok? It’s normal after trauma, it’s how your body responds to it,” Sam explained, Tara listening intently. Tara soon got up, not caring if her sister was in the room. She just stripped off her pyjama trousers, not wanting the wet feeling. Sam did turn around immediately as she grabbed Tara’s towel and handed it over with a batch of clean pyjamas. Tara felt happy her sister did that, but embarrassed. What 19 year old wet the bed?

Soon after her shower, she walked out and was greeted by Quinn who was giving her some water and smiled gently. “Here. It usually helps me after a nightmare,” she spoke. “Sam also left some of your favourite foods in your room,” Quinn added on.

Tara smiled at that, thanking Quinn. She proceeded to pop her head in Sam’s room. “Thank you Sammy… is it ok if I sleep in here tonight when I’m done eating?” she asked nervously, expecting a no.

“Of course you can. My room is always open,” Sam comforted with a smile. Tara grinned and nodded as she went to her own room, drinking and eating.

That’s when they started to cuddle every night, and that lessened the bed wetting. It would continue when alone, and even sometimes when Tara was with Sam, but Sam always helped her out. She would be there for her sister.

ii.

It was daytime in college, and Tara had left her creative writing class. She needed to go on a walk, as they were talking about trauma. She still refused to believe she had trauma after all. She was sighing as she was just wandering around the block, glad her teacher had allowed her to just… take a break. The embarrassing nights did take a toll on her, and she had had 3 accidnets that week. It was only Friday.

She was soon thinking of going to the bathroom to text Sam quickly to ask if she was ok knowing she would be leaving her therapy session about now. She proceeded to clutch her phone as she texted Sam. ‘You ok?’ it read. It was seen immediately and the speech bubble popped up. She was soon going into the bathroom, not realising 2 stalls were occupied.

‘I’m doing better, therapy with Mary is helping more!’ Sam texted back. Tara hit back a grin as she was about to enter a stall.

‘That’s good’ she typed out, before she was suddenly grabbed. The other door was kicked open and there someone was standing in a Ghostface costume, with the same knife that Amber had.

Her breath immediately stopped as she was thrashing, trying to scream. Her mouth was covered though and the other arm of her attacker was around her waist so she couldn’t move whatsoever. She let out a small sob as she was trying to get Siri to call 911. Due to the muffling it didn’t worke. Her heart sank. She was struggling to breathe now, before a third person stood up from the final stall and showed he was recording.

“Good going,” he grinned out. “Hope you enjoyed our prank Tara,” the voice spoke before all 3 took off their masks. Tara recognised them from Chad’s course, still struggling to breathe. That’s when they all realised how serious it was. They all looked at each other as Tara was going to a corner, putting her head inbetween her legs, sobs slipping out.

“Shit, we should go,” the holder spoke before running out. All 3 boys did. That’s when Tara looked at her phone screen, seeing Sam had texted her. She saw she accidentally sent a voice recording, and was panicking more, clutching her neck, reading the messages Sam sent.

She thought she was being attacked again, that Ghostface was back.

The other messages consisted of:

‘Are you ok?’

‘Tara?’

‘If you don’t text back in 20 seconds I will be coming’

Tara decided to respond then. ‘Pnix atxk. Cnt breth’ was the response as she was struggling. She was sobbing at the same time which didn’t help.

After 5 minutes, Sam arrived and was searching for her sister. It only took 2 minutes before she was there, next to Tara and held her gently. “It’s me Princess. Breathe with me,” she spoke gently. Tara looked st her before she started to breathe with her sister and was soon able to breathe.

“Thank you Sammy,” Tara mumbled out, cuddled up to her sister.

“It’s no problem. Want to go home?” she asked gently. Tara nodded as she was going non-verbal. Sam nodded as she picked up Tara, cradling her as she was taking her to her class. She sat her down quickly then grabbed Tara’s bag. The teacher nodded as he understood immediately and was setting a task before he went to Sam.

“Is she ok? Do you want me to send her the notes tonight?” he asked quietly. Sam nodded with a gentle smile. “Thank you,” she responded quietly, then left with Tara, wondering what happened.

iii.

Screaming. Cheers. Talking. That’s all that she could hear. The fairground was busy and Tara had forgotten her headphones. She was with Sam, Chad, Mindy, Quinn, Ethan and Anika at least. She was looking around as she was with Quinn as of current. She was holding her hand, ignoring the scratching feeling. She knew the sounds, the brightness and the touch wasn’t helping. But she wanted to be normal, so she would suffer. Of course Quinn noticed, but knew not to ask just yet until Tara was looking at her desperately.

Quinn looked around before seeing a darkened spot and took Tara over there, knowing she was getting a little overstimulated. “Where are your headphones hon?” she asked quietly. “Home… I forgot them,” she whimpered out and was looking down as she was covering her ears slightly. Quinn nodded. “Let’s stay here for a bit then, hm?” She responded. Tara nodded and tucked herself into a corner, starting to go non-verbal and rock herself to try and calm herself. Evidently it wasn’t working, and Quinn knew Tara needed to go home. She was getting more and more stressed as she was also starting to cry. “I’m going to get Sam, ok?” Quinn spoke gently. Tara nodded. “Stay here. And borrow these,” Quinn added on and handed over some of her wired earphones then quickly left the side and looked for Sam. It took about 2 minutes before she saw Sam looking around worriedly, holding her phone. “Sam!” Quinn called out. Sam quickly looked over then rushed over to her. “What’s up? Is Tara ok? Where is she?” she asked as she was pacing about.

“She’s having a sensory overload. She isn’t ok obviously and she’s in a small side nook, I can take you there,” Quinn spoke as she was leading Sam to her sister. Sam followed quickly before she went to Tara’s side and sat next to her, not touching her.

“I’ll leave you and Sam alone now. If you need me, call or text me babe,” Quinn spoke. Tara nodded before Quinn left, putting her phone on sound.

“Come on, let’s get you home,” Sam spoke quietly. Again, Tara agreed and stood up, keeping her hands over her ears. “Is it ok if I just touch your wrist to lead you with me to the car?” Sam asked, wanting her consent. Tara handed an arm over to Sam, who led her out. She proceeded to steer Tara out of people’s ways before she was walking over to the car. Tara immediately got in, as she was curled up in her seat. Sam buckled her in, making sure it wasn’t too tight before she got in the driver’s side and put her own seatbelt on. She soon drove away.

10 minutes later they were at the apartment and Tara was being led up the stairs. Danny, who was picking up take out. He smiled at Sam, who smiled back quickly before she was taking Tara upstairs. Tara was making a mental note of it as she was closing her eyes as the lights were too bright, and the smell of the food was making her feel sick. Sam noticed and quickened her pace. She unlocked the door quickly to which Tara rushed over to Sam’s bedroom and hid under the covers. Sam let her be alone as she sat on the couch, putting the TV on quietly. After 1 hour, Tara slowly walked out and went over to the couch, earmuffs still over her ears. She then curled up into Sam’s side, and Sam noticed how Tara was only wearing some boxers and one of her tank tops. She just stayed there.

She would always protect her sister, no matter what.

iv.

Wednesday, after classes. Tara was exhausted and it was dark. Christmas was coming after all. She unfortunately was having to walk in the dark this time, Sam being in therapy at this time. Mindy and Anika were on a date while Ethan, Chad and Quinn were shopping. She was yawning as she walked, putting on her Sony headphones. She was soon starting to nod her head to the music, smiling gently as she was not aware of her surroundings. Her medication for her PTSD was working after all. She was soon aware of her surroundings however when she was suddenly grabbed after she passed an alley. She let out a scream before her mouth was covered and she was punched hard against the head. A small whimper came out.

She tried to see who was attacking her, but they were wearing a mask, one she was familiar with. It was a Ghostface mask. She got tears in her eyes immediately as she thrashed about, trying to get away. She bit the hand, hearing a grunt of pain. “Quinn! Sam!” She called out before she was pinned down against the ground, her head pushed into a puddle as the guy on top was immediately starting to punch her head and was soon undoing his zipper, thankful it was getting darker and darker early on. Just as he was about to undo his button, he was hit around the head with a metal pipe, getting knocked out immediately. “Tara, you ok?” Sam asked. Tara had rolled over, taking in the air as she was shaking her head, tears streaming out of her eyes. Sam proceeded to keep the other guy down, having called the cops. “Thank you for texting me when you could,” she spoke. Tara nodded. “You was all I could think about texting. You was the closest,” she admitted as she was rocking herself.

Once he was arrested, Sam was driving Tara to the house. Tara stuck around Sam however, not getting away as she was thinking of what had happened. “Should I tell Quinn?” she asked Sam nervously. Sam glanced over as she was looking at parking spaces.

“Only if you want to,” Sam comforted as she was rubbing her shoulder before she parked up. “You want take out tonight?” Sam asked as she was wanting to treat her sister as she had just been assaulted after all.

“Dominos?” she asked as she was undoing her seatbelt, wanting to take her clothes off and shower and change.

“Whatever you want,” she spoke with a smile. Tara nodded.

“Vegetarian pizza from Domino’s please,” she spoke as she was getting out the car and towards the door. Sam was quickly following as she was chuckling and nodded.

“Anything for you,” she spoke as she was rubbing Tara’s back gently, both sisters going upstairs.

Once Tara was showered and changed, albeit still feeling dirty, Mindy, Chad and Quinn were back. Tara went to Quinn’s side and kissed her cheek as Sam smiled gently at Tara.

Tara proceeded to tell Quinn what happened, Tara had to stop Quinn from grabbing a knife to kill the guy. Sam meanwhile was secretly advocating for it.

Mindy, Chad and Anika were having a sleepover at Chad’s apartment, while Quinn was staying at a friend's house for a project. This left Sam at the house, except she was working till late, then had a date with Danny. This left Tara alone, and she was thankful. She had been wanting to relapse for a while now but could never. Someone was always in the house.

Now though, she was alone, and she was thankful for that. She did a double check around the apartment however before she pulled the curtains down and was sighing. She then got to the kitchen and grabbed a knife before she went to the bathroom. She then proceeded to lock the door, stripped down and went into the shower and started the water.

She was soon letting out a breath, looking at the knife. A sick smile grew on her face before she was toying with the sharp edge with her finger, ignoring the blood running down her thumb. She smirked as she was soon starting to get her left wrist out. She watched as she dragged it across her wrist, letting out a shiver of delight as she felt better than before. She made several more cuts, feeling the pain, watching the blood drip to the water where it went into the drain. She was soon done as she was stopping the water.

She jumped when she heard the door. “Tara? I’m home!” she called out.

“Don’t you have a date with Danny?” She called back, biting her lip as she grabbed the medkit.

“Yep, but he had to cancel at the last minute with work,” she spoke as she was closer to the bathroom now.

“I see!” Tara called out as she quickly sorted herself out and got out of the bathroom.

She forgot the knife.

She didn’t realise until it was too late, when Sam was already in the bathroom. She then put her head down on the pillow as she was prepared for Sam to come in. That’s when there was a knock on the door. “Can I ask why there is a knife in the bathroom?” She asked. Sam wasn’t dumb, she knew why.

“Protection,” she offered weakly.

“Really?” Sam asked, then went next to her. “You can tell me the truth, you know? I… if it is what I am thinking then I know what it is like,” she spoke. Tara looked up, widening her eyes.

“You used to self harm too?” she asked quietly. Sam nodded.

“Yeah… it was a while ago,” she spoke gently and slowly

lifted her shorts up, revealing the scars. Tara hugged Sam.

“Let me help you,” Sam comforted. Tara nodded. She would need it after all…

vi.

Sam was walking down the street, hands shoved in her pocket. She had just finished therapy and was ready to go on a double date with Tara and Quinn being the other couple. She would be with Danny respectfully. She was sighing as she was thinking, unaware of her surroundings. She was soon starting to hurry her pace once she checked the time. She was aware of all the stares she got, she was the daughter of a killer and she also had killed someone. She hated Gale for weaponising her, but she also understood why she had made the story. She did have a right to be upset though.

What she was unaware of was a guy behind her, at least until her elbow was grabbed. She quickly punched who touched her and was not surprised to see the sneer. “Psycho,” the boy spoke. His friends were behind, it was clear he was showing off

“When you touch someone without consent, you should expect them to fight back,” she retorted before she was going away again. That’s when her ass was spanked.

“No wonder Richie wanted you,” he spoke cockily. Sam growled.

“If you don’t get away, I am not afraid to hurt you,” she warned. The boy just tilted his head and got closer.

Sam immediately pushed him away then was trying to walk away again, this time turning her phone on and recording. “Awww, is psycho girl scared of the law?” he taunted and gripped her shoulder.

She was about to fight back when a small ball of fury ran past Sam and punched the boy in the face. It was Tara. “Leave her alone,” Tara warned. Danny was behind Sam then and gently wrapped his arms around her waist. Quinn was soon next to her girlfriend.

“We don’t need you here,” Quinn added on. The boy, not outnumbered, scampered away like a mutt with his tail between his legs. His friends teased him.

“Want to just go home and eat there?” Danny asked gently. Sam shook her head.

“No. I can’t be scared of anyone,” she spoke before she was walking to the planned cafe. The other 2 girls soon followed as they were going to protect Sam.

That night, when Quinn fell asleep on the couch on Tara and Danny went home, Tara went to Sam’s room and knocked on the door. “Come in,” she heard Sam call in. Tara then opened the door and walked in.

“Are you ok?” Tara asked Sam, who was withdrawn from the harassment. That’s when Tara saw the tears in Sam’s eyes.

“I’ll be fine if we have each other,” she then spoke, trying to not cry still. Tara nodded.

“We will protect each other,” she reassured.

That’s how they ended up cuddling all night. Sure, both of them were fucked in some way or another, but they all had each other. The 2 sisters definitely needed it.

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https-harlow · 8 months ago

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Single Hearts- Play Dates That Turn Into Real Dates

Series Masterlist

Summary- Jack and Sage finally get together for their kids to have a playdate, during which Jack finally gets the courage to ask Sage out on a date.