#.you two have been parents! if your kid reacted like that to you it should set off alarms too!!!

[tokoyamisstuff]

Invincible Variants x Pregnant! Reader

Request from Ao3: I would love to seriously see how the evil Marks would react to getting reader pregnant. There has to happen at least at one point! I can totally see them all collectively freaking out! I seriously hope there is one that goes "Our baby needs a bed fit for a Princess/Prince...you know what, let's just build them their very own castle! Fill it full of toys! Make it a castle playroom!"

...you don't really think this was an accident, do you?

Omni-Mark has been planning to babytrap you since day one. He's prepared every detail of this kid's life way before you were even expecting, from the place you'll give birth until the day their powers kick in everything is carefully thought through.

That doesn't mean he'll completely disregard your wishes, though the crucial decisions are set by himself. But he'd love to prepare the nursery according to your taste and wouldn't mind picking out names together either.

Just because he's overly composed on the outside doesn't mean he isn't secretly overjoyed, he's just bad at showing it.

After the initial shock Mohawk Mark is absolutely delighted. Never thought about the possibility before, but if it's with you, he's so ready to be a dad!

One might think his erratic and almost childish nature indicates he's not cut out to be a father, but he pulls himself together the second he hears the news. Gets advice from the few people he trusts on how to parent in general, but will mostly just wait and see.

Maybe that's a good thing, he'll keep you from overthinking too much with his silly behavior, but he also reminds you that you're in this together and you'll figure it out no matter what.

Buys all the toys. Seriously, this guy will be the greatest playmate for your kid, it'll be incredibly heartwarming to see him tend to his little buddy. He's really trying, give him credit.

Sinister Mark is utterly appaled. This is a literal nightmare scenario to him.

He is insane, but self-aware - and honestly, he's sure the last person who should have children. Not to mention, what if it turns out like him?!

His reluctance mostly stems from his antisocial personality. It was hard enough for him to accept this weakness that is his love for you, but letting another person into his rotten heart seems like an impossible task.

Can't bring himself to leave you, but throughout the whole ordeal he'll nag that this is a horrible idea and you both will have to suffer the consequences (when in reality he is just anxious to fuck everything up). Refuses to look at ultrasounds or involve himself in any planning, but is always vigilant about your well-being and makes sure you got everything you need.

As soon as he is persuaded unto holding it for the first time though, he's completely changed. "I only knew them for a day but if anything happens to them I'll kill anyone here and then myself" kinda way.

Hopefully they take after you, since you're the only person he could ever tolerate.

...of course you are? That's what you're supposed to do: give Target Invincible an heir.

Orders his subordinates into providing the literally best care in the entire universe for you and the unborn, and fulfills your every wish throughout your circumstance.

He's very thoughtful to the point of being controlling. You'll have a strict schedule, excercise and meal plan to stick to if you want to grant him peace of mind.

During this whole time he'll be unusual compliant and gentle, not once raising his voice or criticize you to spare you two any stress. Instead he showers you in praise for granting him this greatest wish of starting a family with someone he deemed worthy to carry his children.

Thats the first time you see No-Goggles Invincible serious. No laughter, no snarky remark, he just stares at you like a deer in the headlights.

Starting a family was never really on his mind, after all it was already out of character for him to stay in a - more or less - serious relationship with you. But hey, as random as he can be, he quickly grows fond of to the idea and adapts surprisingly well.

Keeps his cool for the most part and doesn't really seem to take this seriously. Finds it absolutely hilarious if you yell at him in your hormonal state and may even let you use him as a punching bag before shutting you up with a kiss.

He also really enjoys putting an ear on your belly to talk with his little one, and this continues even after birth. Poor baby never has a moment of quiet.

Due to his mission to repopulate his kind, having children with you has always been on Viltrumite Mark's To-Do list. It's a little early, but he ain't complaining.

From the very moment that he finds out about the pregnancy, you're not allowed to lift a single finger. Prepare to get coddled relentlessly.

Get's super clingy during the process, his hands are on your belly 24/7 even long before you start showing. In general his mood shifted, barely noticeable through his stoic nature but you know him well enough to know he is definetly excited.

This certainly won't stay your only child.

Viltrumite Mark is not surprised. This guy has the biggest breeding kink ever, and he always knew you were the one for him, so...no use for protection.

He's got a huge community of loyal followers who got experience and are willing to help out with anything, but otherwise he's more the easygoing kinda guy. Is convinced a loving environment is all a baby needs and anything else you'd just take as it comes.

Literally worships you even more than usual. Indulges you by getting you any craving from earth, gives you as many back and foot rubs you want, carries your belly if it gets too heavy...

Just can't wait to meet his mini me and take them out on adventures!

To Unmasked Mark you're all that matters, so he will go with whatever choice you make.

It's already hard enough to see you - his heart - walk outside of his body, but another person he will most likely love to death, so small and even more vulnerable? A frightening thought.

Being a man with countless enemies, he feels like good things only happen to him so they can be taken away again as punishment for his sins. Really, he doesn't think he deserves such a blessing after all the evil he's committed in the past.

In the end this is only one more reason for him to keep living and strive to become a better man - and hopefully a father your child deserves.

Fully Masked Mark seriously doesn't know whether to be thrilled or terrified.

After all, pregnancy can be a great burden on your health and in some cases even lethal! He'll frequently spiral into absolute horror scenarios of how this could end up, so you need to help him focus on positive anticipation instead.

But aside from his usual worries this is a dream come true! Being reunited with the love of his life was already a miracle itself, and now he even gets to start a family with you?! He's just so unbelievably thankful that you're doing this with him, and constantly reminds you how he would do anything for the two of you.

Begs you to name it after his mom shall it become a girl.

It takes two to achieve this, but you'll never hear the end of it with Veiled Invincible.

Won't stop nagging about not being cut out to change diapers or missing the patience to endure a screaming kid day and night. He's got a point, dude barely can take care of himself, all he knows is fighting and having a good time.

Reality only sets in when he hears the child's heartbeat for the first time, and damn this guy cries like a kicked dog. You've seriously never seen him like this before. Hard shell soft core or so they say...

Childbirth really shifted his whole perception of how much you mean to him, he absolutely panicked seeing you suffer like this and not being bale to do anything about it.

Will thank you eternally for for convincing him to the best decision of his life and swear that despite of his many shortcomings, he will always keep you two safe and happy.

[foldingfittedsheets]

I grew up lucky for a queer person. My area wasn’t actively hostile to me. My parents accepted the news that I had a crush on my best friend with no major upset.

There was homophobic comments made in my household in line with the era, but without hatred behind the words. I got called “lesbian” by bullies but honestly it just rolled off of hurtful and hit funny.

That’s why I was so ill prepared for my move to Arizona. I was moving to live with my at-the-time girlfriend, Taylor. She was native to the state and I’d met her while living there for one miserable year in high school. I’d had a crush on her for ten years before we started dating.

In the process of moving my parents were helping by driving a uhaul with my stuff while Taylor and I drove down in my car. It was a two day drive and we rolled into my new city one warm desert evening. We stopped to get some water and wait for my parents to catch up in the uhaul.

We got out of the car, stretching our achy limbs and heading toward a little fast food place in the strip mall. Across the parking lot a group of men started hooting and whistling at us. Words like “beautiful,” and “come here” drifting along the still evening air. We didn’t react and they grew louder until I casually flipped them off.

The tenor of their calls changed instantly. Now we heard “dykes” and “bitches” and “teach you a lesson”. For the first time, I felt afraid to be walking along in a lit parking lot. I looked at Taylor and to my horror she had started to turn in their direction.

I grabbed her arm and she shook me off. The men were moving away but I didn’t want to see a fight or worse break out if she caught up. But Taylor wasn’t heading to follow them. She was arrowing toward the truck they’d been lounging across.

“What are you doing?” I asked her anxiously.

For answer she reached for guys front tire and started letting the air out. A nervous giggle escaped me and I stood to keep lookout. She had the front two tires done before the trucks owner came storming across the parking lot.

“You should have just slashed them!” he snarled, “Woulda been faster.”

Taylor rose and coolly said, “That’s destruction of property, I was just checkin’ your tires, bro.”

Emotions flitted across his face from surprise to rage but after a moment he mastered his anger and said, “Okay. I get it. We were out of line before.”

He held out his hand as if to shake hers and I tensed. His eyes told a very different story than his mouth. Taylor casually flicked his air cap at him and it bounced off his chest. We turned and walked away without another word.

It was my first night in my new town. The scene would set the stage for later interactions. People who would ask me if I couldn’t empathize with parents who kicked their gay kids out for spreading sin. I’d go on to be followed and harassed on more than one occasion. That night showed me how privileged I’d been and how vulnerable I was at the time. But I at least had the satisfaction of thinking back to that man filling his tires back up with air.

[monotonesmile]

Can i request pregnant batsis who was dumped by her bf because he didn't want a baby. And the batsis comes back to the manor. She's younger than Dick and Jason but older that Tim and Damian. Damian doesn't know her. And she tells them they going to be uncels and Bruce a grandfather?

Batfam & Pregnant!Batsis!Reader

[Warnings: Shitty boyfriend, enough said. Some swearing]

[Fic Genre: Headcanons, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff]

[Notes: I’m not exactly the best at writing anything pregnancy related but ya gotta practice somehow! Also it’s headcanons because I needed a break from writing full fics for a second.]

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You realized you were late on your period so, just to be precautious, like your father taught you, you bought a pregnancy test, and waited for the results, anxiously waiting as you paced around the bathroom of the apartment you shared with your boyfriend, and when you got the results back, so many emotions flooded you as you saw those two little red lines, you were pregnant.

You knew you should tell your boyfriend, so you waited for his return from work. When you heard the door shut, you called him to the living room, then handing him the, cleaned, pregnancy test, you were nervous for his reaction, you were hoping he’d be at least supportive and help you, but instead he glared at the test before tossing it away, and then told you either you get rid of it or you’re breaking up.

His response made your body run cold, you never expected him to give you such an unpleasant ultimatum, abortion or breaking up, and you did not want to give up the baby, you had been wanting to be a mother for a while now, and now he’s trying to take that from you? After you’ve told him so many times that you were ready to be a mom? The man you’ve loved and were ready to be with forever, told you to give up your child.

So, you told him “Fine, if that’s the case, then you’re over.”

You gathered your essentials, not looking at him even as your heart broke, carrying a bag with your electronics, some clothes, and other important items, you left the apartment, texting the man you viewed as a grandfather to pick you up, you’re coming back to the manor after breaking up with your now ex boyfriend.

You waited for a few minutes with your thoughts, only now had you begun to realize all the red flags in your ex boyfriend, he never seemed interested in anything you said, whenever you brought up marriage or having kids, he would dismiss you, maybe it was about time you broke up, it probably just saved you from a horribly toxic relationship.

You were taken out of your thoughts when the familiar car pulled up to the parking lot of the apartment complex, your mind lightening slightly as you got up and got into the passenger seat, met by the butler and the man you and your siblings considered a grandfather, Alfred.

You explained the situation on the car ride to the manor, you could feel the sympathetic gaze coming from the older man as you pulled up to the imposing building, knowing you’d have to tell your family, and you could already guess their reactions.

[Bruce Wayne]

Bruce was the first one you told after you got back to the manor, it felt…awkward to say the least, telling your father you’re pregnant, but while you still feared a similar reaction to your ex boyfriend, Bruce didn’t react that way, he asked if you were alright, if you were worried, or ready. The fact that he had immediately focused on your wellbeing made you feel so much better about this situation.

Bruce would absolutely be a helicopter parent after you told him about your pregnancy, he would take you to the doctor appointments, he’d check on you hourly to make sure any of the symptoms of pregnancy weren’t bothering you too much. He’d absolutely get you the best doctors Gotham has to offer, or even doctors from outside the gloomy city, he wants you well taken care of.

All in all, he cares about his daughter, and he is very excited to be a grandfather, even if it’s just reminding him of his age, but he would want to help with setting up a nursery for the baby, 10/10 grandpa, he would adore the kid. (He’d also keep them the hell away from vigilantism.)

[Dick Grayson]

Now Dick would be the second person to know, and he, much like Bruce, would make sure you’re okay with everything that happened, while he’s excited to be an uncle, he also knows you just with through a breakup, and being the ladies (and men) man, he would be the one to comfort you through it, he’d help keep your mind off it by using horrible jokes and puns, he’d just be happy to make you smile.

Absolutely the one to feed in on your cravings if you get them, you want pickles and chips at three in the morning? Nightwing is seen in a 24/7 store trying to pick which one you’d like more, the media has a field day with that.

He’s the one that’s going to hold you through all of your emotions, your hormones are all over the place and he’s not going to be phased, you’re angry? He'll be angry at whatever you’re angry at with you. Sad about something you watched? He will be holding you through the tears. He’s had so many girlfriends, he knows how it works now, all the emotions that are bubbling up to the surface, and goddammit he will not let his little sister down.

Just a little thing, he absolutely loves baby shopping, adores it, he wants to buy every single outfit and toy, and is very pouty when you say you can’t get everything. Still picks out a shirt that says “Best Uncle” for himself, he taunts his brothers.

[Jason Todd]

Probably one of the last to know actually, he’s not at the manor a lot, so you’d have to tell him over text, and he would be breaking so many laws to speed his way to the manor because WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU'RE PREGNANT AND YOUR BOYFRIEND BROKE UP WITH YOU BECAUSE OF IT!? Immediately offers to take care of your ex, he does not care, nobody gets away with that on his watch, he probably would still try it even if you said no.

Once he calms down, he will actually be around the manor way more often, he’s watching over you, probably the one that helps whenever you get morning sickness, or just, throwing up in general. He looms, a lot. It’s scaring people and no he will not stop, don’t bother asking.

He’s probably really good at giving massages, would be the one to help when you’re further along and your body is starting to ache and be sore, he would not want you to move around a lot. If he could, he’d carry you.

(Very huffy after Dick got the “Best Uncle” shirt, would buy a second one and write a number two on it.)

[Tim Drake]

God, this poor man is so tired and experiencing a system restart when you tell him you’re pregnant. I feel like Tim would probably just nod before disappearing into his room and immediately starts to do research on what you can and can’t eat while pregnant, and literally everything else, definitely becomes the most knowledgeable on the subject of pregnancy.

Tim would make you a mood board or something for the nursery, specifically of things you like. It's honestly kinda odd how he got everything so correct, but it’s definitely nice to have a physical idea of what you want to do for your baby’s room.

He probably made a layout of the nursery to your exact specifications and is so ready to build everything for it, crib, toy chests, a rocking chair? He’ll be the first to start building everything, his brothers would have to get there quick enough to help as well, they’d have you sit in so they know where to put everything.

[Damian Wayne]

Damian would also offer to take care of you ex, except he would make it a statement, as in, he will be going after your ex, you will have to stop him, he will commit to it, don’t test him, he’s protective over his family.

Honestly, he’s probably very confused, but he’s trying his best, he understands that you shouldn’t be doing anything stressful, so even in your early stages of pregnancy, Damian would literally take anything remotely heavy from your hands and carry it for you, it’s sweet, but he does it every. single. time.

Damian is going to fight Dick for that shirt, he’s going to be the favorite uncle, but when he can’t get the shirt from his older brother? He buys a different one, “Favorite Uncle”, Dick may claim to be the best uncle, but he’s going to be the favorite uncle, he’s taunting everyone with this fact.

[Bonus: Alfred]

Alfred is the only one that actually knows what he’s doing, he was there when Bruce was born, he knows how to help a pregnant lady, which is a much needed comfort for you.

You secretly bought him a “#1 Great Grandpa” shirt, he is going to wear it when you have the baby, he adores the shirt, even if he doesn’t wear it often, it’s special to him.

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[Requests are open!]

[gothamite-rambler]

Jon Kent, having reverted to his younger age upon returning to his world, experienced a relatively normal life for a superhero and the son of Superman and ace reporter Lois Lane. Now at 17, having aged normally, he relished his childhood, with loving and understanding parents by his side.

So why was it so difficult to share this secret with them? He decided to start with his best friend. Someone as painfully honest as Damian would be a good test run.

Jon: I… I like boys.

Damian (expressionless): Mm.

Jon: But I also like girls… I could date either.

Damian (flatly): Mm-hm, that’s usually how bisexuality works. I know like four bi people… That kicks ass.

Jon (suspicious): And?

Damian: Hm? Oh, I'm still straight, so don’t attempt to ask me out. Mostly because you’re not my type.

Jon (playfully shoving Damian): That’s not— I’m not your type? Rude! Plus, you're not much of a prize yourself.

Damian (crossing his arms, sincere): I get that you’re offended, Jon, but there’s no need to lie. Now, to be more focused on this—thank you for feeling comfortable enough to tell me. The issue is you seemed concerned I’d react negatively. I’m not judging you or anything. Drake and Brown are bi, my sister is gay, Dick is… I’m not sure, but he’s not straight, and I’m positive my step-mom is bi. You get where I'm going with this?

Jon nodded, letting out a soft chuckle and covering his blushing face.

Damian: Jon, if I’m guessing right, you’re practicing with me to prepare for when you tell your parents, right?

Jon: Yeah, I’ve been trying to find the right words, way, setting... To tell them. I hate that this is so nerve wracking! I want to not be worried, but is there an easy way to come out?

Tim Drake had been listening to their conversation while in the cave. He walked past the two young men.

Tim: Nope.

Jon (to Damian): Konnor is gay, and Dad welcomed him with open arms, but what if he doesn’t do the same for me?

Tim (still walking past, drinking boba tea): Doubt he’d turn homophobic with you. He was even chill when he found out Konnor and I used to date.

Jon (to Damian): That’s true. But what about my mom? She’s a Pulitzer-winning journalist, and I’ve heard horror stories of kids who tell their parents 'hey I'm gay' or 'you know that friend of mine? He's my boyfriend!' … I’m nervous.

Tim (standing behind Damian): It’s okay to be nervous. It’s okay to worry about how they’ll react. But if you avoid telling them, it’s only going to make things stressful for all of you, and you don’t want that. They don’t want that for you. They will love you regardless. I should know, I used a pie metaphor when coming out to Bruce.

Damian: What he said.

Jon: You’re right, Damian and Tim! I just have to rip off the Band-Aid.

Damian (stepping in front of Tim): Yep, I was right. Drake basically said what I was going to say.

Tim rolled his eyes but remained silent.

Jon: Now how do I make it not awkward?

Tim: Oh, it’s going to be awkward. That’s unavoidable. Jon, you can do this, and if, for some reason, they turn into assholes, call me.

Jon: Yeah, I figured as much. Thanks, Tim. I’m going to head home and write some stuff down, just in case.

Jon left the Batcave, and Damian quickly covered Tim’s mouth before he could speak.

Damian (stealing Tim's line): That’s good thinking, and you’re welcome! I’m the best at giving blunt advice.

Tim: Oh sure, from the kid who said Stephanie wasn’t good at relationship advice because she’s too female.

Damian: I had a concussion!

This is part of my supersons fanfics. I love writing these and Jon was reverted back to his normal age so him being 17 here is him having actually normally aged to 17... Again. Damian is 20 and Tim is... Like 25. I'm so sick of these 17 y.o. rumors! Lol.

Tim's pie metaphor

[writingouthere]

neighbor!sukuna x singlemom!reader. Sukuna picks up your daughter from school, he makes quite the impression and we learn more about his background.

cw: None really here except I guess this is low key becoming a slow burn, idk.

You were stuck at work and didn't have anyone else who could go get your daughter so you had asked Sukuna. The tattoo shop was usually slow in the evening this far into winter anyway, and he couldn't imagine saying no to you even if he'd been fully booked.

It felt strange to be going outside when it was still light out but Sukuna took in the sights as other people walked around, other parents clearly in the process of picking up their children from school.

Not that Bug was his kid, at least not as far you knew. Yet.

Sukuna didn't do things halfway, just wasn't in his nature. He knew he was moving fast, he had put up with his little brother Yuji's nervous protests at dinner the week before when he had explained his new living situation, but he wasn't going to slow things down when they were going so well.

For a long time, it had just been him and Yuji. There had been other relatives, like Yuji's grandfather and his freak of a mother, but the two had mostly bounced around foster homes and made due until Sukuna was old enough to take care of them both. Yuji was graduating college in the spring and Sukuna had been alone since he left for the dorms and now he had an apartment with some friends from school. Sukuna was proud of his brother, he was one of the only people he really gave a fuck about. Their lives had been hard and that had made Sukuna even harder. Yuji had never been like that, he had come through even kinder than the average person and Sukuna could admire the strength that showed in it's own way.

The point was, Sukuna had paid his dues. He had done right by his brother even when the world had done them so wrong and now he was ready for his reward. You and the little girl he was about to go get.

The daycare was inside of a little beige building, decorated with those tacky outlines of children playing and some fucking mural with birds that always seemed to cover the walls of places like this. Parents, mostly moms, walked out with their children in tow, asking about their days and zipping up coats. Sukuna noticed the double takes as they took him in, the way the adults seemed to pull their little ones closer. That was fine by him, he didn't want any of these fucking rugrats near him except his own.

"Ryomen Sukuna, mom should have added me to the pick-up list," he told your daughter's teacher, showing her his ID. She didn't react to his tattoos or general aura with anything but a smile and he supposed that childcare workers must be aware more than most that they really do let anyone be a parent.

"Of course, I'll go get her while you sign here," she said handing over a clipboard with the names of all the kids in the center along with blue pen with a fuzzy pompom attached to it. While he was signing his name he heard a familiar squeal and looked to see your daughter running towards him as fast as her little legs could carry her.

"Sukuna!"

She tripped on some particularly tricky air and Sukuna moved forward to pick her up before she could face plant on the hard tile.

"Careful there bug, told mom I'd bring you home in one piece."

She ignored him and started babbling nonsense about her day that Sukuna could only really catch half of, but he nodded and hmmed as he finished signing her out and with a quick nod to the amused staff member, he headed out.

He shifted her on his hip so he could finish zipping up her coat. What was it with kids and their refusal to just zip up their damn coats? He remembered Yuji had been the same.

Bug continued to regale him with tales of her day until she eventually squirmed on his hip, the universal signal for "put me down until I get tired and whine for you to pick me up again" and Sukuna put her down on the sidewalk but took her backpack which he slung across his shoulder and then grabbed her hand with his. He could see people take second looks at the two of them and he supposed they cut quite the picture. The tall scary guy with tattoos carrying a pink princess backpack and the little girl pulling him down the sidewalk.

"We in a rush or something?"

Your daughter laughed and said something about being hungry for dinner with mommy which he could get behind. You both had only been living with him for a week but you already had a bit of a routine. He made breakfast in the morning while you got the kid ready but you always made dinner that was ready when he got home. It was nice, domestic. It felt like what he imagined life was like for people who had normal families when he had been a young kid. Holding a crying, hungry baby Yuji on his lap while they ate whatever he could scrounge up in whatever shithole they were in that week.

He remembered when Yuji had been the same age as your daughter and the idea of her ever living in the places they had, or going through the things they had made him pull her a little closer.

He wasn't going to lie to himself and say he was a good man or that he wanted you, the both of you, for some pure love nonsense but he knew he wanted you all the same. He had done terrible things and he would do them all over again if it led to this moment where he watched as your daughter cooed over the neighbor's dog. Said neighbor looking at him in confusion and fear as he told your daughter they needed to leave the fleabag alone and go home.

Later, when Sukuna was working on dinner and your daughter was sitting on the counter, "helping", he heard the sound of a key in the lock.

"I'm home," you called out and Sukuna called out that they were in the kitchen.

"Hey, thank you so much for getting her. I just wasn't going to make it in time," you said, picking up your daughter.

"No worries, we weren't busy at the shop today anyway." You hummed and smiled at him.

"Still."

"You can go ahead and change," he told you and you looked ready to protest when he went to grab your daughter from you but then Bug went willingly and he saw how you melted at the two of them. Good.

"Okay, but when I get back I'm taking over dinner."

Sukuna agreed and he watched as you walked away, admiring the way your clothes hugged your frame. He was glad the only witness to his hunger was a toddler who was more interested in poking his cheek than observing social cues.

The rest of the evening passed peacefully and Sukuna felt what he could only describe as content. When your daughter started to nod off on your shoulder, you got up from the couch to take her to bed, telling Sukuna he should stay and that you got it. With your daughter on one hip, you used your free hand to press against his shoulder and lean down to where he was still on the couch. He closed his eyes at the feeling of your lips pressing gently against his cheek and then with a quick goodnight, the two of you were in your room, the door closing with a quick 'click'.

The gesture had been so innocent and Sukuna would have mocked anyone he knew who got so flustered over a gesture as meaningless as a kiss on the cheek.

But how could any gesture be meaningless when it came from you?

[psychemochanight]

I was thinking about the last comics that came out, and... I have two thoughts that have nothing to do with each other, but I'm going to mix them up here anyway.

First, It makes perfect sense that Dick h has the blood type that can give the most, but receive the least. (Empathy: It means you give blood until there is nothing left to bleed).

A long time ago, I had read a fic where Bruce commented on this, actually. I don't remember the name because it wasn't from ao3, but I want to look it up again sometime.

Dick told Bruce that he wasn't his son (because he wasn't adopted), but when something happens, and Dick needs a blood transfusion, Bruce is the donor.

Clark and Bruce are talking, and Bruce tells Clark that there is only one person in the League who can donate blood to Dick... Bruce himself, since they both are O-

He tells Clark that Dick has more of his blood than John Grayson's running through his veins. That's his kid, his son.

Which brings me to my second thought, which is that Dick's parents, according to the new issue that came out, had him training 10 hours a day from the age of three.

A typical workday is usually 8 hours a day, and many adults find it tiresome.

Dick has been training 10 hours a day since he was 3 years old.

And he seems to think this is okay, or something to be proud of.

Also, there's another comic where Dick says he sometimes wishes he was just a kid, watching the show, not being part of it.

And it's terrifying to see how this is always overlooked, how his situation is romanticized. Like, there's talk that Bruce should have done better, that he shouldn't have let a kid take such risks, that if he loved him he wouldn't have let Dick be Robin...

What about his biological parents? Mary and John?

I firmly believe that his parents loved Dick, I really do. But I also think they are simply terrible parents.

Sure, at that time it was normal for children to work in circuses with their parents, for acrobats not to have safety equipment... But the Graysons were known for going further. For their extremely dangerous stunts.

And Dick trained that since he was 3 years old.

Even in the older comics, where it's not specified that he's been training since that age, even if it had been since he was 7 or 8, it's still horrible. He was a kid. He should have been among the children in the crowd, not up there risking his life.

Shit, his parents should have used a net just to have a chance of surviving, to live for their son.

Maybe the trapeze act was their way of showing love. Maybe it was all they knew. Maybe they just wanted to share their life with their son.

But still, Dick shouldn't have been exposed to that. What if he was the one who fell, not them? How would they live with it?

Also, what psychological consequences did Dick suffer? They are always attributed to Batman, but were they really due to his time with him?

Sure, being Robin meant doing your job well or dying... But being an acrobat did too.

Dick always lived with the thought that if he does something wrong, he will die, that someone he loves will die.

It's no wonder he's a perfectionist, as much of a "control freak" as Batman himself.

It would also explain many things, such as the type of response he has. When you face a dangerous life of constant stress, your body loses its ability to react normally to stress, even if it's because of small things like an exam or something even less important. Adrenaline is pumped anyway, because your body recognizes the situation as a survival situation... And it makes you addicted to adrenaline.

Damn, even his heart stopping in the last issue makes sense if we could connect the dots.

They're two totally separate things for two separate comics, I know. Just... Damn.

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For the Reader that the Batfam doesn’t know about till she’s twenty and her mom dies of could we get the Batfam reacting to her being absolutely invested and a part of her step family. Like her mom was married to some guy who reader thinks of as her father. She even has older step siblings that just adore her. It’s like so wholesome and the Batfam just wants to vomit from anxiety because what do you mean you don’t feel like a part of our family and feel more related to your step family?!

Even better if the step family is the opposite of the Batfam in every way. Emotionally coherent, great communication, middle class, and oh yeah secretly a villain family that likes to go after big corporations and embezzle their funds. Gotta pay the mortgage on that nice house in the suburbs somehow 😄🤫 but reader and her mom never knew the step dad and his children were villains. They just thought they owned a small family business that required a whole lot of travel.

Honey, baby girl, I love the way you think! This probably isn’t what you had in mind but I did my best.

You always knew that your Father wasn’t your biological father. Although your mother had married him when you were still extremely young, you still had some vague memories of a time before him. But that never changed how you viewed him and your older siblings. Their family, no matter what, you’re Father even went so far as to legally adopt you not long after their marriage.

Finding out your biological father was Bruce fucking Wayne of all people was a shock to everyone, even him. You were born before Bruce had the reputation of a family man, someone who loved helping people. Back then he was known solely as a playboy, not ready or willing to settle down and enjoying his youth as much as he could. Your mother met him at a gala having been invited by her brother in law, a decently wealthy man. Wealthy enough to be invited to these gala’s from time to time. There she met Bruce, they did the deed so to speak, and the rest is history. Of course your mother already knew who exactly your biological father is, she wasn’t the type to go sleeping around frequently. Against her better judgment and the judgment of the rest of her family, she decided to keep you. Lying that she didn’t know who the father was, not expecting him to be a good parent or wanting the stigma of being a wealthy man’s bastard child to follow you around.

Because of this, outside of your Aunt and the aforementioned brother in law, your uncle, the family disowned her. It was hard being a single mother, although her job did pay well it paid well for a single person, not a single person and infant. She relied on your Aunt and Uncle far more than she would like to. It was also through your Aunt and Uncle that she met your Father. An accountant who was temporarily contracted by your Uncle’s Company. He’s older than your mother by a good few years and has three kids of his own that he was taking care of by himself after his wife was killed in a villain attack.

The two had hit it off rather well, and 3 years later they were married. The two of them were the happiest couple you have ever met, even when they were struggling to take care of the four of you, they were happy. So the fact that your Father didn’t even know this was concerning, if she could keep this a secret up until her death what else was she hiding? What information that was quietly eating her alive, did she not even bother to put in her will like this? She wanted you to know, even after his reputation changed things were comfortable and she didn’t want to ruin it with Bruce's presence.

Just like her you thought Bruce and his family should know. It felt wrong to keep this a secret and you weren’t going to bottle it up. Of course you’re Father and siblings had mixed feelings about it, they were understandably worried. This is the richest man in Gotham, who knows what he’s actually like behind closed doors. But it felt wrong to keep this from him, even if you were never going to meet again, he deserved to know. What you definitely didn’t expect was everything that would come after telling them and doing that DNA test, and then another DNA test and then a third just to be safe, Jesus Christ these people are paranoid. Which understandable who knows how many people come up to him with those exact same claims on a daily basis. A lot seeing as when you tried to get in contact with him, you discovered a literal fucking procedure and form to fill out on the Wayne enterprises website for this very scenario. Which also leads to the question how many people signed the forms as a joke.

All and all when the paperwork and blood test finally got through a fucking full month later, you randomly got an email saying you had a meeting scheduled with Bruce at 10am in a week. Once again informing your family made them freak the fuck out. Which makes sense seeing as you’re Father is now an accountant working for the Lex corp branch in Gotham. Competing companies and all that. Your other siblings having gone into similar fields in different companies, your eldest brother having even moved to BlüdHaven and become an Accountant for one of their large corporations. You could never really wrap your own head around numbers. Going to Gotham university for Acting yourself. Completely different from what the rest of your family, including your Mother did for a living. After your meeting with Bruce, which basically boiled down to “why did you inform me” “what do you want” “bla bla bla bla interrogation interrogation” instead of things blowing over and collectively forgetting about it, like you thought. Things got even weirder.

“Oz I swear to fucking god” you say staring at Oswald you’re second brother and the one closest to your age. “What!” He said defensively, “I didn’t do anything!” “I know you’re the one who stole Bethany” “You’re still on about that fucking Minecraft horse! It’s been two years!” “Bethany, my beloved, the horse I rightfully stole from Paisley!” “literally just admitted the horse wasn’t originally yours!- why are we having this conversation again!” “Because-“ “excuse me!” You and your brother's conversation was interrupted by a complete stranger. To be fair the two of you were talking very loudly in a very public, very busy dinner. The man standing in front of you looked to be around your sister's age. Tall and a little muscular with a 9 year old kid hiding behind him, glaring at you like you’re a potential threat. “I’m so sorry to disturb your……?” “Important business transaction” you say with gravity sitting in your Luray Caverns gift shop hoodie, sweatpants and slippers. “Minecraft server discussion” Oz clarifies “IMPORTANT. BUSINESS. TRANSACTION!” “Riiiight” the strange man said awkwardly, the child still glaring.

He clears his throat glancing away before glancing back. “Well as you can see all the other tables are full, I was wondering if it was alright for us to sit with you?” He asks with a warm smile, looking more at you than Oswald. You and Oswald look at each other “Huddle!” You yelp, and then you both lean over the table and turn your backs to them whispering to each other. “People do that??” You ask “I’ve only heard about it in like old movies??” Oz responds, “ya this is weird” “umm” the tall man interrupts, “we can hear you?” The both of you turn around at the exact same time and say “Okay and?” Then go back to your huddle. “I don’t trust them, look at the kid. I bet he’s plotting are murder.” “I don’t know, maybe his face is just stuck like that?” “It is” the tall man once again interrupts. “See?” “You have far too much faith in people” Oz says, shaking his head, shaming you. “Someone has too, if I don't, who's going to stop you from kicking an innocent person who was just trying to ask for directions in the nuts?” He flushes and mumbles “I thought we agreed to not talk about that”.

“I made no such agreement” you glance back at them still standing there awkwardly. Now that you think about it they look familiar. “Hay do I know you?” You ask them, which makes the tall one jump a little, the kid just stands there like a Gargoyle. “Umm no, but you’ve probably seen me on YouTube or the news or something.” You quickly turn back to your brother “oh god it’s a influencer” “fuck” “I’m not a-“ for the first time since they approached you the child speaks “except your fate as an influencer Grayson” which just makes Grayson(?) sigh, looking at the ground defeated. The two of you continue to debate for another few minutes before you both turn back to them, both of you putting a single hand on the table. “Okay!” You say “you may sit with us” Oz finishes. At some point in this conversation a waitress had arrived and stood there watching you four. Looking a mix of tired and confused. “So can I get your guys order?” “Orange juice, Greek Omelette with white bread, please” you tell her in quick succession. “Bro, what? I haven’t seen you look at the menu once since you invited me here to talk about Minecraft’s horses?” “There’s this thing called looking up the menu before you arrive?” “You’re insane, you’re literally insane” Oz says looking at you like you grew three heads.

“No, I'm being practical! I’m not going to sit here for 3 hours debating what I want, when I can get it as soon as possible once I get here!” You two instantly begin arguing again. Grayson and Gargoyle child glance at each other as the waitress writes down the order and mumbles “not this shit again” before walking away. The duo then look back at you two still yelling at each other. Grayson awkwardly slides next to you, Gargoyle child sitting next to Oswald. “Your lucks run out Rabbit boy!” “Stop that!” “No! You Rabbit brained water moccasin!” “We should have never gotten you Epic Mickey!” “Epic Mickey and Epic Mickey 2: Power of 2 were masterpieces of storytelling and Wii physics! Not getting them for me would have been child abuse!” “No it fucking wouldn’t!” “Child abuse!” “Is that true Grayson?” The Gargoyle child asked Grayson. “What?” said man replied, looking confused.

“Is it child abuse?” Gargoyle child had what could only be described as grinch’s smile as he said this. “What no-“ “YES” you yell, instantly cutting him off, slamming your hands on the table making the silverware jump, as well as your two guests. “Yes” you repeat this time softer and with less force, slightly embarrassing as your brother just rolled his eyes. “Denying a small innocent child such a joy is clearly-“ you begin only for your eyes to go wide “oh my god you're too young to know what a wii is” the boy nods. “Uuug I feel oooold!” You groan, sinking down the plastic of the booth, then you shoot up again “hold up- isn’t there a reboot on the switch??” You quickly pull out your phone and start typing away.

As you do the waitress returns and hands you and Oz your food. “Hold on-“ Grayson says “He didn’t order anything?” The waitress sighs, “the whole family are regulars” she explains, “whenever they show up this one” she points to you “oh my god it’s already out!” You quickly look up from your phone “thank you!” And then back towards it. “Already knows exactly what they want and this one” she points to Oz who gives a soft “thanks” “will sit here for 40 or so minutes trying to figure out what he wants, only to order the exact same thing.” “Aa” “ya, so” she pulls out her pen and paper. “Are you two going to order anything” “oh right um-“ Grayson fumbles with the menu and Gargoyle child calmly looks at him. The two quickly order their food and turn back to you too.

“I don’t think we introduced ourselves yet.” Grayson says, you look up from your phone and at him. “Oh ya” putting it away you hold out your hand and tell him your name “I’m Richard” he says with a bright smile, shaking your hand. You resist the urge to make a joke “but most people just call me Dick!” Now you really resist the urge to make a joke. “Damian” Gargoyle child says glaring eyes looking into your soul. You’re brother looks back and forth between the two “Oswald” he gumpaly introduces then takes a bite of his food. The four of you sit and chat together but quickly Oswald starts acting strange. By the time breakfast is over and you say your goodbyes to the group.

“Okay, what’s wrong?” “I think” Oswald begins, looking around suspiciously. “That those two were..” he leans closer and whispers, “Wayne’s kids” “What!” You say in surprise. “That’s crazy! Why would someone like them be at a dinner?” “You” everything about him, from voice to posture to expression was dead serious. “Bitch what” “think about it! You just pop up out of nowhere, prove your well, ya know” he scans the crowd of people walking along the Gotham sidewalk like anyone could be listening in. “Then nothing happens?” He continues, “okay, okay, okay i’m hearing you out you’re making sense, proof?” “fucking Google Dick Grayson” rolling your eyes, you whip out your phone and do just that. Only for your eyes to go wide, “oh shit” “ya” “they weren’t even trying to hide it” “ya!” “oh my god I called Dick Grayson an influencer!” “That cannot be what you just took away from that!” Oswald says clearly distressed.

Dick closes the car door and quietly buckles in as Damian sits in the seat next to him, “soo?” He asks starting up the car. “You’re on my side now?” Damian scoffs, “of course not! Why would I want someone like them in the family?” Dick rolls his eyes. “Come on, you like them!” “No I don’t!” “You joined in with their jokes!” “So?” Dick just gives an affectionate sigh as he starts driving away.

“You wanna get Epic Mickey?”

“….”

“….”

“Yes”

Sitting in a cafe and staring at your laptop, work for one of your colleague classes right in front of you. Dispute coming from a family that consists primarily of accountants and other jobs that mean you're good with numbers, you were not so good at it. Which is why you’re here, in a cafe, with your work barely done or understandable. Paisley having wandered off to the bathroom, not helping you, like she said she would! Sure you didn’t take Acting because you thought you would never need to do most math’s again, but you expect it to be a part of it. But noooo, you still needed a math credit, you wanted to just curl up into a tiny ball and cry. Maybe die, dying sounds good right about now. No! No! Bad, what did the therapist say again? Jokes like this are bad for your mental health, no matter how desperately you wanted to at times like this.

As you stare at the screen trying to magically make the problems un problem themselves a tall and rather intimidating man shows up. “Are you alright?” He asks concerned, “you’re staring very… intently at that computer” you groan “Math” “aaa” he nods in understanding, then slides into your sister’s chair. Turning it around and resting his arms on the back. You raise an eyebrow and straighten up but say nothing, kidnappings in broad daylight aren’t new to Gotham, but you would rather give him the benefit of the doubt. You don’t want to live a life of constant fear.

“What are you struggling with?” He asks, tilting his head, like a dog. But before you could respond your sister comes out of the bathroom, she very aggressively puts her hand on the table. The buff man looks up at your sister “Hi Paisley” you great, you’re sister although shorter than the man is almost as buff. She glares down at him “you’re in my seat” he holds up his hands in surrender. “Hey I mean no-“ “what do you want with my sibling?” She begins immediately interrogating them. The handful of people inside the cafe turn to look at the commotion. “Paisley calm down, we were just talking! Barely at that!” “Ya, miss! All I’m doing is trying to have a conversation!” The buff man says defensively “Bullshit!” Paisley interrupts “answer my question! What. do. you. want. with. them” “I just wanted to talk! Geez!” He throws up his hands and then stands up, leaving the Cafe as a whole.

Your sister's chest puffs with pride as you stare at her dumbfounded. “The fuck was that???” She calmly turns the chair back around and sits down, most of the other people have gone back to minding their own business. Key word:most “what? He was bothering you” “no he wasn’t???” She looks at you in disbelief, “do you seriously not know who that was??” Now it’s your turn to look at her confused. “No?? Should I?” She puts her hands in her face “Jesus Christ” then looks back at you. “That was one of his kids!” “Who?- oh” “ya! I thought you would be more aware after last time!” You shrug, “why should I? Not that big a deal” “not that-what?!?” Paisley looks like she wants to strangle you from across the table. “Ya, I mean I get it” “you??-“ “Listen, if you suddenly discover you had another sibling that no one knew about, wouldn't you be curious too?” She sighs at your question, “when did are lives become a soup opera?” Chuckleing lightly you respond “I know right?” Before going back to serious mode. “But that’s not the point. The point is that I admittedly wasn’t expecting this, but now that it’s happening, I’m not that surprised. At least they have the decency of meeting at a public place and not like a shady alleyway or something.” The stress is clear on her… we’ll everything. Even starting to massage her head like a migraine is coming on. “God, this entire situation is so fucked” she says slumping down putting her head on the table.

The two of you sit in silence for a few moments before you finally speak up. “Sooo Bethany?” She groans annoyed as you’ve been bothering her about this all week. “Fucking fine! I’ll do it!” “Yessss” you do a little fist bump, one step closer to your plan.

Jason pulls out his phone, agitated at having been interrupted in such a manner. His back is pressed against the wall of the ally he’s in, tapping his foot as he waits for Dick to pick up. “Hay Jay!” The chiper voice eventually picks up, “that was fast!” “I didn’t even get 5 minutes to speak to them” Jason hears a low whistle coming from Dicks end. “What happened?” “Well you were right, they definitely figured out what was happening and went on the defensive. Their step sister chased me off almost immediately.” “You?” He said in disbelief “she chased you, Jason Todd, Mr. Murder Kill, off??” “I wasn’t going to pick a fight with a civilian in public!” He could hear Dick laughing on the other end.

Jason’s grip on the phone tightens as he hears this, “So!” Dick says once he stops. “What do you think?” “I don’t know! I didn’t have enough time to form an opinion!” “An opinion if formed-“ “within the first 10 seconds of meeting someone” Jason interrupts, “there okay I guess?” He says, sounding almost confused. “I couldn’t get a good read on them. I still haven’t the faintest clue what they want” “To be a part of the family?” Dick responds, this not being the first or last time he said this since the family learned about you. “Ya no, definitely not that” Jason says shaking his head, “I’ll continue my part of the investigation” “Alright Jay! Have a good day!” Jason hangs up, rolling his eyes and putting away his phone.

Standing by a railing you watch the skateboarders around the park. Why you agreed to meet him here of all places you don’t know, he doesn’t even like skateboarding! You don’t either but that’s not really the point. The point is you’re meeting him here, to make a very important deal. A familiar figure walks next to you and places his arms against the railing. “I know what you’re planning” he says, you don’t even glance at your eldest brother. Cody is the smartest of your siblings, nothing gets past him, absolutely nothing.

It’s what makes him such great competition.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about” you say in a flat tone, knowing exactly what he’s talking about. “You’re trying to restart the Bethany war, going to every member of the surver one by one and making deals so they all turn on each other. But the question is why?” You chuckle at that. “Why? you know why, the server is getting dull, everyone is playing on it less and less. We need another big event, another game, another Bethany war.” There’s almost a cruel glee in your tone, a joy at the life this chose will bring back to the server like it had all that time ago. Only for your dramatic performance to be rudely interrupted by a mildly concerned “umm excuse me?”.

You both turn around and see a skateboarder, he looks to be roughly your age wearing Red Robin(pronounced like the jungle) merch. “What is happening here?” He asks looking back and forth at the two of you like he just watched two villains openly discussing their plans for world domination. Which if you two were, he's doing a very bad job at keeping his life. “Minecraft server stuff” you and Cody say at the same time, Red Robin Kid(because he is a kid until further notice) makes a small ‘o’ with his mouth and then nods like that all makes sense now. Knowing how the average Minecraft server operates it definitely does.

Red Robin kid then looks around “sooo, why not discuss this over like a call, or DMs?” “Not dramatic enough” you shrug, “also not safe enough when anyone else involved can easily overhear or find the messages.” Cody continues, leading you to nod in agreement. “So, you’re dramatically talking about a Minecraft war in a skate park, for fun?” You two look at each other and then back at Red Robin kid. “Ya” “basically” “why a skate park?” You turn to look at Cody, he just shrugs. You turn back to the kid, “cause” he just looks at the two of you for a moment longer. He opens his mouth to speak some more only for one of his friends to call his name, he looks at them then back at you. Like he’s debating something, then he goes to his friends. “I want in on it” Cody says continuing we’re the conversation left of “I wouldn’t have it any other way”.

“By the way you really need to memorize the Wayne’s”

“He’s a Wayne???”

“You what?” Bruce said in a calm tone, “I ran into them by complete accident when I was at the skate park this morning.” Tim says in his full Red Robin gear, working on the batcomputer. “Sure it was by accident” Jason said sarcastically, “no really! I didn’t even know they’d be there” “Just being dramatic?” Bruce asks. “There a Acting student Bruce” Tim replied looking towards his adoptive father, “there you’re child Bruce” Dick says walking over and adjusting his suit. “Drama is clearly in your blood.” all he does is sigh and shake his head. “Care to explain what you all were even doing behind my back?” Dick, Jason, Tim and Damien just stood there quietly. As he said that Duke and Cas walk into the batcave. Duke in his pajamas and eating a bag of chips and Cas fully in gear.

Duke looks around the room and then quietly tries to leave “you’re not going anywhere” Bruce says before he can even take a step back. “We were just investigating them, Father” Damien finally chimes in, “as you are too, it’s extremely suspicious that they would appear out of nowhere like that” “takes one to know one” Tim mumbles, only to be sent a glare by the child. “Their story checks out” Bruce begins, “all of us have combed it over several times” “ya but what’s there motive for even telling you” Jason chimes in. “Because, it’s the right thing to do, is a flimsy excuse” “ hold on” Duke says, “are we talking about the new kid?” Duke takes a minute searching his memory for your name before saying it.

Bruce nods, “yes, they’ve been doing their own private investigations.” “So stalking?” “Yes” “Hay!” Dick interrupts, “Tim stalks, we investigate” “I’m literally the only one here that didn’t meet them intentionally!” Tim looks at them offended. “Please tell me you didn’t corner them in an alley or something” Duke asks looking distressed. “Of course not!” “Oh thank god” “were you not investigating them?” Jason asks, Duke just shrugs “Hold on- are you not looking into them?” “Outside of a basic social media check? No, not really, I don’t really care” “Im definitely stalking them.” Cas signs from next to him. “I have followed them home on several occasions.” They all turn to look at Cas, “thoughts?” Dick asks and Cas just shrugs “there alright” “YA!” He points at her, “Cas is on my side! So is Duke!” “I’m neutral actually” Bruce just sighs. Completely uncertain of we’re this is going to go.

In an undisclosed location four people sat around a round table, several different stacks of paper put on top of it. As well as computers, drinks and snacks, “things aren’t going to plan” the oldest of the group, a man in his mid 60’s, said as he looked over the documentation. “When do things ever?” The youngest of the group said, flipping a knife in his hands. “Well none of our businesses are being affected” said the second eldest of the group, “that’s not what we’re talking about and you know that!” The final member of the group almost yells, slamming her hands on the table. “You even intentionally led one of them right to them!” He just shrugs at the accusation, “I wanted to see what would happen, honestly Lucky over here” he nods to the man messing with a knife who then flips him off “got a more in-depth experience” he does sparkly hands “than the rest of us” the old man sighs. “Please don’t fight about this right now, we have more important matters to discuss!” “How is this not important!” “It is! But that’s family talk! This is villain talk time!” Cody rolls his eyes, “the potential of them crossing over is getting closer and closer.” The trio’s father sighs at that.

“I don’t like we’re this is going” “none of us do!” Paisley yells, “they just had to be a decent human being!” “Well that was the goal with raising you four” there Father buts in. Oswald nods “and you did a good job” Paisley just stares at him for a few seconds absolutely baffled. “YOU LITERALLY KILLED TWO PEOPLE LAST WEEK!” “HAY-“ Oswald interrupts “they we’re cops” “please don’t kill more people” There Father says pained. “We don’t want to be labeled supervillain we-“ “can’t risk being caught by a Batman of all people” they all say in sink. “Tell Cody that!” Paisley says pointing at the lounging man, “he’s trying to become Nightwings Riddler! But is failing miserably because he’s bad at making riddles!” “I should just make puzzles” he mumbles to himself, “I’m good at making puzzles, The Puzzler” “Puzzle me this Nightwing!” She says, mocking The Riddler’s voice. “Maybe you would be a better villain if you got Nightwing’s dick out your mouth!” Oswald exclaims annoyed, which Cody doesn’t even dignify with a reply. “Can we please get back on topic?” There Father practically begs, “I don’t know Cody’s one sided attraction to Nightwing seems pretty important” Paisley mumbles. “You can never be like Cat Woman” Oswald stage whispers, Cody actually looks kinda offended at that. There Father stares almost defeated at his squabbling children. He wants nothing more than to keep them safe, and can only feel like he’s falling miserably.

[kiwriteswords]

Maybe some already together hotch and reader parenting Jack?

Heartstrings Attached [Aaron Hotchner x Female Reader]

Masterlist || Ao3||Word Count: 3k|| AN: this was fun and really nothing like I have written before! I was re-watching The Nanny pilot where Maggie has her first kiss and Mr. Sheffield's reaction made me wonder how Hotch would react to Jack dating!

Tags/Warnings: established relationship, family vibes, mentions of Haley's death, Teenage Jack Hotchner, Jack's first kiss, Jack's first crush, Jack's first heartbreak, Sad Hotch Hours, Missing Haley Hotchner Hours, hurt/comfort, Jack preferring Reader over Hotch, angsty Jack, No mention of if Reader is BAU or not, future fic, fluffy fluff fluff

Summary: Navigating parenthood is hard enough, but add in teenage love and angst, and Hotch was in for it--grateful to have you at his side, he struggles when Jack prefers your comfort to his own.

In the Hotchner household, evenings typically unfolded with a quiet kind of routine, the kind that comes with the stability of an established relationship and shared space. But tonight, as Aaron Hotchner watched Jack, now a teenager taller than himself, pacing back and forth in your living room, he sensed a disruption to your usual peace.

Jack had always been an anxious kid--much of that hung on Aaron’s shoulders, from all that his job took from and brought into Jack’s life. 

"You seem... preoccupied," Aaron remarked, his voice calm as he set aside the case file he'd been reading. Jack stopped pacing and glanced at his father, then at you, who were curled up on the other end of the couch with a book in hand.

"It's nothing," Jack muttered, clearly wrestling with whether to share more. You looked over at Aaron, giving him a subtle nod, an unspoken signal between the two of you that said, 'Give him a minute.'

After a brief pause, Jack sighed and turned towards you, his expression torn between embarrassment and the trust he'd come to place in you over the years. "Actually, I... there's this girl at school."

You set your book down, your full attention on Jack. "Oh? What about her?" you asked gently.

Jack blushed, his hands shoved deep into his pockets as he mumbled, "I kinda like her. A lot. And I think she might like me too, but I don’t know what to do about it."

Aaron observed the exchange, feeling a twinge of something unfamiliar. Jealousy? No, it was more akin to inadequacy. Here was his son, coming to you with matters he was too embarrassed to discuss with his own father. But watching the ease with which Jack confided in you softened any hard feelings; if anything, it filled him with gratitude.

"What do you like about her?" you inquired, your voice laced with interest and devoid of any judgment.

"She's funny, and she likes a lot of the stuff I do. And she’s really smart," Jack explained, his eyes lighting up as he spoke.

"That sounds wonderful, Jack," you responded, smiling encouragingly. "Have you guys talked much?"

"Yeah, at lunch and stuff. I just... don't know if I should tell her how I feel, or even how to do that," Jack confessed, looking towards his father now.

Aaron cleared his throat, feeling suddenly on the spot. "Well, Jack, the truth is, being honest about your feelings is usually the best approach. It’s not easy, but it’s straightforward. Just... be yourself," Aaron advised, trying to recall how he’d navigated his own youthful crushes, which felt like a lifetime ago.

"You think I should just tell her?" Jack asked, his tone a mix of hope and nerves.

"I do," Aaron said, nodding. "But maybe you could start by asking her to hang out, just the two of you. See how it goes from there."

Jack considered this for a moment, then turned to you. "What do you think?"

"I agree with your dad," you said, your gaze soft yet earnest. "And whatever happens, we're here for you. It's okay to be nervous, and it's okay if things don't go exactly how you plan. What's important is that you're honest and respectful."

Jack nodded, taking in the advice from both of you. "Thanks," he said, a genuine smile breaking through his earlier anxious demeanor. "I think I’ll ask her to the movies this weekend."

"That sounds like a great idea," you encouraged, and Aaron couldn’t help but smile at the warm, supportive dynamic that had blossomed between you and Jack. It wasn’t the traditional picture of a family, perhaps, but it was yours, and it was filled with love and understanding.

Later that evening, as Jack headed upstairs, Aaron lingered behind with you, his expression thoughtful. "Thank you," he murmured, reaching for your hand. "For being here, for being you. For making things like this easier for him... and for me."

You squeezed his hand, leaning into him slightly. "We’re a team, Aaron. And I love being a part of this family."

He nodded, the weight of his earlier feelings of inadequacy lifting in the comfort of your presence. In this household, amidst the quiet routines and the occasional teenage turmoil, Aaron found not just solace but a deep, enduring partnership. And as he looked at you, he knew with certainty that together, there was nothing you couldn't handle.

Aaron Hotchner watched his son, Jack, meticulously adjust his collar for the third time in the mirror. The teenager's movements were stiff, each motion betraying a level of tension that Aaron knew all too well—it was a mirror to his own.

"You look great, Jack. She's going to think so, too," Aaron commented, attempting a reassuring tone as he leaned against the doorway of Jack’s room.

Jack met his father's gaze in the mirror, his eyes flashing briefly with a familiar intensity. "What if I don’t even know what to say? What if—"

"Jack," Aaron interjected, a bit more sharply than intended, "you've prepared enough. Overthinking it won't help."

The words were meant to steady, but they landed like a challenge. Jack turned abruptly, his expression hardening. "You don’t understand. It’s easy for you to say—"

Aaron felt a prickle of irritation. "Jack, I’m trying to help you. There’s no reason to—"

"Yeah, by telling me I’m overthinking? Thanks a lot," Jack snapped, his tone biting, and stormed past Aaron towards the stairs.

You appeared at the bottom of the staircase, having caught the tail end of the exchange. Your expression was one of concern mixed with calm. "Everything okay?" you asked, looking from Jack’s retreating back to Aaron’s tight expression.

Aaron sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. "He’s just nervous," he muttered, following you and Jack to the car.

The ride to the movie theater was tense, the air thick with unspoken apologies and frustrations. Aaron drove, his hands gripping the steering wheel a little too tightly, while you sat beside him, offering a gentle presence. In the backseat, Jack was silent, lost in his own whirlwind of teenage angst.

When you arrived at the theater, Jack unbuckled his seatbelt and paused, his hand on the door. He seemed to struggle with himself for a moment before turning slightly. "Sorry for snapping, Dad. I’m just... really nervous."

Aaron nodded, a mixture of relief and concern in his eyes. "It’s okay, Jack. Just be yourself, she’ll see how great you are."

Jack managed a small, grateful smile before stepping out of the car and into the evening crowd. As he walked away, Aaron watched him go, a pang of helplessness touching his heart. It wasn’t just about tonight; it was the creeping realization of how much he would have to learn to navigate as Jack grew up.

You reached over, touching Aaron’s arm. "He’s going to be fine," you murmured. "And so are you."

Aaron let out a breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding. "It never gets easier, does it? Letting them face things on their own."

You shook your head, your smile gentle. "No, but we do get better at trusting them to handle it. And Jack knows he has us to come back to, no matter how it goes."

Aaron glanced at you, the steady assurance in your voice grounding him. "I don’t know what I’d do without you," he admitted, the weight of his role as a single parent momentarily overwhelming.

"You’d do just fine," you assured him, squeezing his arm. "But you don’t have to. We’re in this together, remember?"

He smiled then, a genuine smile that reached his eyes. "Together," he echoed, feeling the truth of that word deep in his bones.

As you and Aaron drove back home, the earlier tension melted away, replaced by a comfortable silence that spoke of shared burdens and joint victories. In that moment, Aaron knew that whatever challenges lay ahead with Jack, or with anything else, they were surmountable—as long as you were there beside him.

When Aaron and you arrived at the theater to pick up Jack, the sight of him waiting by the curb instantly signaled a change. There was a lightness in his step, a barely contained energy that was unusual for the typically composed teenager.

Jack slid into the backseat, a faint, almost secretive smile playing at the corners of his lips. He said nothing as Aaron pulled away from the curb, glancing occasionally in the rearview mirror at his son. Jack’s eyes were bright, his usual tension nowhere to be seen, replaced by an excited glimmer that Aaron had rarely witnessed.

The car was quiet, the silence stretching as Aaron and you exchanged knowing looks. Both of you could sense the bubbling enthusiasm Jack was struggling to contain, yet neither of you wanted to press him, giving him the space to share in his own time.

Finally, unable to bear the suspense any longer and always more attuned to breaking the ice, you turned slightly in your seat to face Jack. “So? How was the movie?” you asked, your voice casual but tinged with an undercurrent of excitement for him.

Jack’s response was immediate, his words tumbling out in a rush. “It was awesome! We...” He paused, a flush spreading across his cheeks, and then he burst out with it. “We kissed! It was my first kiss.”

Aaron’s eyes met Jack’s in the rearview mirror, a smile breaking across his face at his son's joyous exclamation. The car filled with a warm, buoyant energy, the kind that comes from witnessing a milestone in someone you love dearly.

“That’s great, Jack!” you exclaimed, your delight evident. “How do you feel?”

Jack laughed, a sound of pure happiness. “I like her so much. She’s amazing. And the kiss was... it was perfect, I think. I mean, I don’t really have anything to compare it to, but...” His voice trailed off, and he shrugged, almost sheepishly.

Aaron listened, his heart swelling with a mix of pride and a poignant touch of sadness at the reminders of his own first experiences with love. “It sounds like you had a really good time,” he said, his tone supportive. “I’m happy for you, Jack.”

“Thanks, Dad. And thank you,” Jack added, looking at you. “For the advice and... just for being there.”

You nodded, your expression soft. “Anytime, Jack. We’re both so happy it went well.”

The rest of the drive home was filled with Jack sharing more details about the evening—the movie they’d barely watched, the nervous moments leading up to the kiss, and his plans to see her again. Aaron drove, listening and occasionally glancing back at Jack, who seemed to grow with each word he spoke.

When you all arrived home, Jack bounded out of the car with a quick, “Thanks for the ride!” before heading inside, no doubt eager to relive the evening in his mind.

Aaron turned to you, his eyes reflecting a complex mix of emotions. “He’s growing up fast,” he murmured, the reality hitting him anew.

You reached over, taking his hand. “He is. But he’s growing up well, Aaron. That’s all we can ask for.”

Aaron squeezed your hand in response, the solidity of your presence grounding him. “Yes, that’s all we can ask for,” he agreed, the pride evident in his voice. As you headed into the house together, Aaron felt a profound gratitude for the family you had become, imperfections and all, bound together by moments of simple, shared joy like tonight.

Over dinner, Jack's enthusiasm was infectious. As he detailed his plans to woo his new crush with flowers and romantic gestures straight out of the movies, Aaron couldn't help but share amused, knowing glances with you across the table. Every so often, Jack would catch them mid-glance and roll his eyes, a grin unable to hide his embarrassment.

"You think I'm being too cheesy, don't you?" Jack asked a playful accusation in his tone.

"Not at all," you replied, smiling warmly at him. "It's sweet. It's nice to see someone still believes in doing romantic things. Flowers are always a good idea."

Aaron nodded in agreement, watching as Jack considered your advice. "Just make sure you pick ones she likes," he added. "It shows you pay attention."

Jack nodded enthusiastically, absorbing every piece of advice like a sponge. "I’ll find out what her favorites are," he resolved.

The conversation lingered on lighter topics as you finished eating, but the warmth of family and shared understanding lingered in the air.

Later that night, as Aaron and you were getting ready for bed, the atmosphere shifted to a quieter, more reflective mood. You turned to Aaron as he was folding his clothes, a soft smile playing on your lips. "You know, Jack is a lot like you," you mused. "Even as a teenager, he’s got your sweetness. And he gets this giddy excitement about someone he cares about—just like you."

Aaron met your gaze in the mirror, a hint of a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "Was I that obvious?" he asked, though he already knew the answer.

"Completely," you teased gently, stepping closer. "I still remember our early days. Despite your stoic exterior, you had this way of showing your excitement that was... really endearing."

He turned to face you fully, his expression softening. "I guess some things don’t change," he admitted, reaching out to tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear. "I still feel that way, you know. Every day with you."

Your eyes lit up at his words, and you leaned into his touch. "And I love that about you, Aaron. It’s the little things you do, the way you show you care. It’s never lost on me."

The conversation lingered in the air, settling warmly around them like a blanket. It reminded Aaron of how much he still wanted to make you feel special, how even the simplest gestures could speak volumes.

"Jack gave me a good reminder; I think I’ll buy you flowers tomorrow," Aaron declared softly, more to himself than to you.

You chuckled softly, your eyes twinkling with affection. "I’d like that," you said. 

As you finished getting ready for bed, the connection between them felt as fresh and exciting as it did in the early days of your relationship, a testament to the enduring nature of deep, genuine love.

It wasn’t long until the atmosphere of the Hotchner household shifted dramatically one afternoon when Jack burst through the front door, his usual calm demeanor replaced by a storm of teenage angst. He rushed past Aaron and you, not stopping to greet or even acknowledge either of you, his footsteps thundering up the stairs. Moments later, his bedroom door slammed shut with a force that echoed down the hallway.

You and Aaron exchanged a look of concern, both sensing the gravity of whatever had upset Jack so deeply. Aaron's jaw set in a familiar, determined line as he made his way to Jack's room, knocking softly despite the previous display of anger.

"Jack, can we talk?" Aaron called through the door, his voice calm but firm.

There was a tense pause, then a muffled, "Go away," from inside.

Aaron opened the door anyway, stepping into Jack’s room to find him sitting on the edge of his bed, his face buried in his hands. "Jack, whatever it is, I’m here to help," Aaron offered, trying to bridge the gap with understanding.

Jack looked up, his eyes red and his expression one of raw, unguarded pain. "You wouldn’t understand," he snapped, his words laced with frustration. "You met Mom in school and then found Y/N so easily after Mom passed. You’ve never had your heart broken like this."

The comment stung, bringing with it a flood of memories—of Haley, of loss, of the deepest kind of heartbreak Aaron had ever known. But he had to laugh internally at the irony; Jack had no idea what real heartbreak was, yet his feelings were valid in their own teenage context.

"Jack, I may not understand exactly what you're feeling right now, but I’ve experienced loss, more than just once. I can try to help," Aaron said, his voice even despite the emotional undercurrent.

Aaron looked around his son’s room--oh, how it had changed so much over the last few years. The legos and drawings now replaced with soccer trophies and posters.

"It’s not the same!" Jack retorted, his anger flaring again. "You don’t get it. She said she just wants to be friends, after everything... after the kiss. I thought... I don’t know what I thought."

Aaron sat down beside him, trying to close the distance. "It’s tough, feeling like you’ve been pushed aside," he offered. "But it doesn’t diminish what you felt, or what you meant to each other."

Jack shook his head, the rejection too fresh, too raw. "Just leave, Dad. Please," he murmured, not meeting Aaron's eyes.

Respecting his son’s request, Aaron stood and left the room, the door closing softly behind him this time. He returned downstairs, where you were waiting, having sensed that the conversation might not have gone smoothly.

Aaron relayed the interaction to you, his features tight with concern and helplessness. "He’s really hurting," Aaron confessed, the weight of his role as a father feeling particularly heavy.

You stepped closer, wrapping your arms around him. "You did what you could. He just needs some time," you reassured him, your voice soothing. "Heartbreak is a part of growing up, as hard as it is to watch. He'll learn from this, with us to support him."

Aaron nodded, leaning into your embrace, grateful for your presence and perspective. "It’s just hard, seeing him go through it," he admitted. "Makes me wish I could shield him from all the pain."

"But then he wouldn’t really grow, would he?" you pointed out gently. "All we can do is be here when he’s ready to talk, ready to heal."

"Right," Aaron agreed, taking a deep breath and letting it out slowly. "Thank you," he added, the gratitude in his voice reflecting more than just thanks for this moment—it was for every moment you stood by him, helping him navigate the complexities of fatherhood and life itself. Together, you would be ready for when Jack decided to open up, ready to guide him through the pain toward healing.

Later that evening, as Aaron sat in the living room thumbing through an old case file, he couldn't shake the image of Jack’s hurt expression. He was roused from his thoughts by the sound of footsteps descending the stairs. Looking up, he saw Jack hesitating at the foot of the staircase, his eyes darting between Aaron and the hallway where you were.

"Dad, can I talk to Y/N?" Jack asked quietly, his voice revealing his vulnerability.

Aaron felt a pang in his chest, torn between relief that Jack was seeking comfort and a sting of jealousy that it wasn’t from him. He thought of Haley, of how things might have been different if she were here, but then he looked at you, emerging from the hallway behind Jack, and his heart filled with gratitude. You had become an integral part of their lives, filling spaces he hadn't known were empty.

"Of course, Jack," Aaron replied, managing a supportive smile as he watched you approach, your presence reassuring and steady.

You gave Aaron a gentle look that seemed to understand his mixed emotions before turning your attention to Jack. "Let’s talk, okay?" you said softly, guiding Jack back to his room for privacy.

Left alone with his thoughts, Aaron reflected on his journey—the loss of Haley, the challenges of single parenthood, and the unexpected blessing of finding love again with you. It was a complex tapestry of grief and new beginnings.

When you and Jack reappeared a while later, there was a noticeable shift in Jack’s demeanor. He seemed calmer, more composed, and he walked straight up to Aaron.

"I’m sorry for pushing you away earlier, Dad. I didn’t mean to," Jack apologized, his eyes earnest.

Aaron stood, setting aside the file, and pulled Jack into a hug. "It’s okay, Jack. I understand. It’s not easy, and I’m here whenever you need to talk, okay?"

Jack nodded, returning the embrace. "Thanks, Dad."

As they settled onto the couch, Aaron next to you and Jack opposite, the atmosphere was lighter. Aaron felt the need to address the earlier tension and offer some fatherly advice.

"Jack, life... it throws a lot at us. Heartbreak, loss—it’s all part of it. But so is happiness and love," Aaron began, his eyes flicking to you, then back to Jack. "You have plenty of time to find your happy ending. And sometimes, it happens when you least expect it."

He reached over, taking your hand in his, a silent testament to his words.

Jack smiled, a touch of red coloring his cheeks as he understood the implication. "I guess you’re right. I’ve got time."

"And remember, no matter what, you’re never alone," you added, squeezing Aaron’s hand. "We’re both here for you, always."

The rest of the evening passed with a new sense of understanding and closeness among you all. Aaron felt a deep sense of peace as he looked at you and Jack--his family. At this moment, he knew that despite the trials and the losses, you had found a way to build something enduring and real. And for Aaron, you were indeed his happy ending, the unexpected joy that had come from a time of great loss.

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TWO WEEKS HAD PASSED since the kiss, a whole two weeks. the kind of time that felt like an eternity when you were pretending to forget about it. but then, you were on vacation in the bahamas, spending most of your time lounging by the pool, sipping on piña coladas, and definitely not thinking about chris. after all, you were the one who had told yourself it didn’t matter, right? you were carefree. you were on vacation. who needed drama when the sun was out, and everything tasted like summer?

you shrugged it off like it was nothing. after all, he was just chris. what was a kiss if not just a moment? nothing more than an impulse, a fleeting thought.

when you returned home, you were greeted by the usual, a few texts from your friends, a couple of missed calls, and then the message that made you stop mid-sip of your iced coffee. chris was throwing a barbecue, and everyone was invited. everyone. you stared at the message for a second. was he serious? you hadn’t seen him in weeks, and now, out of nowhere, he was throwing a party.

but you were nothing if not unpredictable, so you shrugged and went with it. "let’s make an appearance," you said to your parents, who quickly agreed.

the minute you pulled up to chris’s house, the familiar buzz of expensive cars and noise filled the air. kids from the neighborhood, all dressed to impress, were scattered around the lawn. the smell of burgers and hot dogs wafted in the air.

you made your way inside with your parents, greeting a few of the neighbors along the way. everyone seemed to be having fun, laughing and chatting as if nothing was out of the ordinary, after all, nothing was.

then, you spotted him. chris was standing by the grill, talking to a few people. and for a second, you debated just turning around and walking right back out. you hadn’t expected it to be like this.

but you had already made your way over to him with your parents in tow. as soon as you stepped up beside him, he turned to face you. his expression was casual, like the kiss hadn’t happened at all.

“hi, mr. and mrs. y/l/n,” he said smoothly, offering a polite handshake to your parents before turning to you. “and you… hey.” his voice was cool, unaffected. no hint of the tension you had both shared. he was cold, as if nothing had ever happened. you stood there, feeling your heart drop, trying not to show how hurt you were. so this was how it was going to be, huh?

“hi, chris,” you said, forcing a smile. “it’s been a while.”

“yeah,” he replied nonchalantly. “been a busy couple weeks.” he tilted his head, his gaze lingering on you for just a second longer than necessary.

before you could react, a soft voice broke through. "hey babe!" you turned to see a girl standing next to chris, her arms wrapped around his waist, kate. she was effortlessly pretty. "hi, there." the girl said with a bright smile. "great to see you again, hun."

you were silent for a moment, taking in the scene before you. chris, with her. yet again. “hey, kate,” you said, forcing out a smile. you looked at chris again, his hand casually resting on her hip.

"this is my girlfriend," chris added, as if that should explain everything. his voice was polite, but there was something in the way he said it, as if the whole thing was a mere formality. like you didn’t matter, like you’d never meant anything.

and for a moment, you just stood there, feeling completely dumbfounded. all that time, all that drama, and here he was, acting like it meant nothing. like you didn’t mean anything.

but you smiled, putting on the mask you knew how to wear. “well, it’s always great seeing you, kate.” you turned back to chris. “hope you’re all enjoying yourselves.”

chris gave you a quick glance, his eyes unreadable. “yeah, we’re having a great time.” and with that, he walked away, his hand still firmly around kate’s waist as they rejoined the rest of the guests.

you stood there, trying not to feel like the air had been knocked out of you. but it had. and you knew right then — whatever this was, it wasn’t over. not by a long shot.

the evening stretched on, the laughter and chatter of the party echoing around you, but you found yourself unable to shake the feeling of being out of place. you’d avoided chris all night, sticking close to your parents and keeping conversations light with people you didn’t care about. it was easy to pretend everything was fine, even though it wasn’t.

you hadn’t expected it to sting this much, seeing him with kate, the way he was so natural with her, so comfortable. it was like you hadn’t mattered at all.

chris, for his part, didn’t seem to care much about your absence. he was busy chatting with his friends, the usual cocky grin on his face as he clinked bottles with some other guys. every now and then, he’d glance at his phone, and then he’d casually continue talking like it was just another day. asshole.

you stood at the edge of the crowd for a while, watching him, trying to calm the irritation that was bubbling up in your chest. eventually, you took a deep breath, told yourself to stop being childish, and walked over to him.

he was leaning against the kitchen counter, his phone in one hand as he spoke to a couple of his buddies. when he noticed you approaching, he gave you a glance but didn’t stop what he was doing. his eyes barely flickered over to you, the same indifferent expression on his face, as his friends took a hint and walked away.

“hey,” you said, trying to keep your voice steady, even though there was a part of you that wanted to scream.

he glanced up, barely registering your presence. “hey.” his voice was casual, as if everything was just fine. “so... you’re dating kate now, huh?” you asked, trying to sound casual, like it didn’t matter, like you didn’t care.

chris’ eyebrows raised slightly, a little surprised by the question, but he didn’t hesitate. “yeah, we’ve been together for a couple weeks, give or take,” he said, giving you a shrug.

you nodded, your fingers curling into the edge of the counter. “didn’t realize you two were together... y’know, with the kiss and all,” you added, trying to sound indifferent, but you couldn’t hide the sting in your words.

he raised an eyebrow at you, clearly unfazed. “why, something wrong?” his tone was light, like he wasn’t even trying. you looked him dead in the eye. “no, not at all,” you replied. but your voice betrayed you, and you could hear the frustration in it.

chris took a deep breath, glancing down at his phone before locking it and slipping it into his pocket. “i’m sorry, did you, uh, call me once after the fact?” he asked, almost mockingly. “because for weeks, i didn’t hear from you. so forgive me for not waiting around 'till you came along.”

you froze, his words hitting harder than you expected. "what do you mean? you just moved on that quickly?" you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

chris exhaled sharply, his gaze drifting around the room before looking back at you. he said your name like it meant nothing, his eyes cold. “you didn’t seem too interested, did you? i mean, not even a text, not even a ‘hey, how’s it going?’”

you were taken aback by the tone in his voice. you hadn’t expected him to sound so… calm. almost like he’d been over it for a while, and you hadn’t been a part of it. “so, what? you just decided to make it official with kate?” you said, trying to keep your voice steady, but it was shaking.

“yeah,” he replied, eyes steady on you. “because i’m not gonna waste my time waiting for someone who doesn’t even bother to reach out. no offense, but i’m not a fuckin' charity case.”

there was silence between you two for a moment, just the sound of laughter from the party filling the empty space. your chest tightened, and for the first time that night, you realized how much you had actually been hoping for something different. but it didn’t matter now.

you let out a breath, trying to collect yourself. “well, i guess this was a waste of my time,” you muttered under your breath, already regretting getting involved at all.

chris didn’t reply immediately, but his eyes softened for just a second. a flicker of something you couldn’t quite place, before he nodded. “yeah, well. i guess we both got what we wanted, huh?”

you didn’t answer him, instead turning on your heel and walking away. but the weight of his words stayed with you, lingering in the air like the smoke of an unresolved fight.

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You what? | Viktor x Jayce x Kid!Reader | Arcane ¤

Summary: Viktor knows Jayce sometimes does things without thinking, but this? This goes beyond his own limits.

Warnings: Mentions of trauma - Kid!Reader - Viktor and Jayce are a couple - OFF CANON EVENTS - Human traffic - GN Reader - PLATONIC - grammar mistakes -

When Viktor enters on monday morning into the lab with his coffee in hand he expects nothing but silence, after all he is here before Jayce most mornings.

But he stops in his tracks when he hears Jayce's voice, maybe sounding less...well less like him. He sounds like he is talking to a small animal. It reminds him on how he uses to talk to Rio when he was a kid.

Pushing memories aside Viktor retakes his way and goes deeper into the lab, where their experiments are.

And oh, if his illness did not kill him as most doctors had said then this would do it.

Jayce, using one of his experiments showing it to a kid who seems to be as suprised as any kid would be and perphas gives the most honest reactions to his inventions.

But wait, go back.

Jayce and a kid.

His cane hits the floor in suprise and he ends being watched by two pairs of eyes.

Jayce looks like he was discovered breaking some important rule, to which Viktor is centrain that bringing a kid into the lab counts as but he wont say it. And another pair that looks at him with curiosity.

There is silence, no one really knows what to say or how to act. But Jayce ends reacting, leaving the experiment and going to help Viktor with his cane who is feeling a headache coming.

"Hey Vik! long time no see, how's your house?"

Honestly? Viktor wants nothing more than to go back in time and insist that he is fine and does not need rest. Maybe like that he would have stayed with Jayce and prevent...this.

But time travel is something that is still on the making, so back to the main point.

Viktor just gives out the most tired look, then turns to a near chair, sits and taking his coffee simple says "Explain"

Becuase if there is something he has come to learn while dating and loving Jayce is that nothing should suprise him (and yet Jayce still manages to do it) and also, is better to ask upfront than to wait for him to talk up. Viktor can still remember that one time he found a big (illegal no less) plant at his home and Jayce ignored it for two hours till he asked.

"Well you see, its really funny actually..."

"Jayce...."

"Alright..., so I took a walk around campus and saw some...suspicious individuals and well lets say I was not very discrete"

Viktor can just imagine the scene

"And they saw me and ran but I chased after them"

Stupid move Viktor thinks

"And then they trow me this kid at me, i mean what could I have done? So i took them home, gave them a warm meal and a bath" Jayce ends sounding a bit too proud of himself.

"Jayce you...you stole a kid?" Viktor asks because he is confused "And did not report the incident?"

"Uh well i was going too but then (Y/N) started to wonder around so i kind of forgot..."

"(Y/N?" Viktor asks and sees you peeking out from behind the big desk.

"Yes! Thats their name, im not sure about much more, only that they like chocolate and blue stuff"

Viktor ends in silence for various minutes. You must be an orphan he concludes, an orphan from the undercity, who had no other choice but to follow a gang in order to survive. He tries to calculate your age but its hard, you have been not eating well, thats clear, and he can already see some bruises from the misstreatment of the undercity.

Being raised by parents or family its a luxury after all.

"Jayce you cant just take a kid in" Viktor says and his heart almost breaks as he sees you run towards Jayce hugging his legs.

Noted, you may not talk but you understand, its clear you are more intelligent than what you leave to be at first.

Street smart maybe?

"But Viktor! I cant just leave them" Jayce responds picking you up. "If they return to the undercity i dont think they will make it"

Jayce sees how you push your head against his chest and smiles softly at you.

"And we cant leaven them at an orphan home! I have read of these places, they suck"

Viktor must agree, its not like he comes from one but knows well that lots of kids ends being sold off...

"Alright and whats your plan?" Viktor asks "Do you even know what it means to raise a kid, or how? What about me? Were you going to consulte me?"

He can see the pain in Jayce eyes at his last sentence. "Of course I was! I was just thinking of a...well a good moment"

"Because bringing them to the lab was the perfect idea"

"I could not leave them at home! I mean i tried but- they would not let go of my leg, i think they have some type of trauma..."

Viktor takes another deep breath, Jayce kidness and heart knows no limits.

"Besides you did say you wanted to help the peopel from the undercity"

"This is different, we are talking about raising! adopting a kid!"

"So you are considering?" Jayce asks in the most hopeful tone ever.

Viktor just lets out another breath.

"Well, its not like they can go back and yes, orphan homes sucks" Viktor responds. "But we need to do this right. And i mean legally"

Jayce nods and all of him lights up like he has discover a new thing. He goes to Viktor carefully managing (Y/N) by his hands and leans down to peak Viktor's lips.

"Yes!! Totally! I will talk to Mel about it, im sure she can move some contacts for this" Jayce says and Viktor can see his brain making more and more plans.

"They also need clothes, and we should think of getting them into school" Viktor adds standing up with his cane and going closer. He can see (Y/N) eyes and cant denied how it makes his heart melts.

"Dad?" Its what you say looking at Viktor, then you look at Jayce "Mom?"

Jayce smiles and nods while Viktor is left without words. "Yes! We are your mom and dad now" he says pointing at him then at Viktor.

"Family?"

Jayce nods again

"...Chocolate?" You asks once more

"Alright thats all, if they eat too much sugar this place will be a disaster, you do remember we have dangerous things in here, right?"

Jayce nods at Viktor then whispers to you "We will get chocolate once we end work"

Viktor snorts then moves to his desk to finally start working and also to let his mind register everything. He hears the doors closing imagining Jayce went with you to talk to Mel.

But no, he feels a pull at his trousers and looks down at you who looks up at him extending your arms

"Dad! Up!"

Viktor does as told pulling you on his lap and passing you some papper and a pen. Both fall in a comfortable silence.

And Viktor thinks, this is something he can totally get used to.

[dazaih]

wingman - luke skywalker x reader

you can find previous chapters here

chapter eleven -> the invitation

your university roommate han solo finds a rival (and love interest) in student council president leia skywalker, but both of them are too stubborn to admit that they have feelings for each other. luckily, you and her twin brother, luke, devise a plan to get the two of them to spend more time together. challenges arise, however, when you start to develop a crush on him.

chapter warnings: luke is drunk, weed, discussions of consent

a/n: sorry this took so long i’ve been finishing finals and i’m also in the process of moving!

You were stunned into silence. Han immediately dropped Luke’s keys, having been caught even more off guard than you had. When he bent over to pick the keys up, his cigarettes tumbled out of his breast pocket and onto the floor. He looked torn between whether or not he should pick them up, his eyes wide.

“Han?” Leia exclaimed, standing from her seat. She was in her pajamas, her wet hair braided down her shoulder.

“Um,” Han said, gracelessly gathering his cigarettes as Anakin Skywalker stared daggers into him from across the room, “Right. I’m not breaking and entering.”

That was probably the worst thing he could’ve said. You sighed, and Luke rolled his eyes, pushing past Han as he stumbled inside. Padme stood immediately and pulled him into a hug, Luke squirming a little in her surprisingly strong grip. Anakin stood too, but his skeptical gaze lingered on Han as he pulled his son into a sideways hug.

“What’re you guys doing here?” Luke asked, hiccuping a little.

“We wanted to come congratulate you on your nomination,” she explained, gesturing towards the counter, “Ben made you a cake.”

Luke’s eyes lit up immediately, and he pulled away from his parents to make his way to the counter. He clumsily grabbed a cake slicer from a kitchen drawer and cut into the treat, taking a rather sizable slice and plopping it onto a plate. He moved impressively quickly for someone as drunk as he was, and he was shoving a fork full of cake into his mouth in no time. He sighed happily, meeting your gaze as he did so, and had the audacity to wink at you. You tried not to react, given the presence of his parents, and you wanted to scold him.

“That man is a fucking wizard in the kitchen,” Luke announced, his mouth full of food, “And I haven’t won the award. It’s just a nomination.”

“You’re going to win,” Anakin said then, finally taking his eyes off of your roommate. Han visibly relaxed.

“Don’t say that,” Luke replied, frowning, “I might not. There’s a guy from the East Coast who has crazy stats right now. Even if we beat them in nationals, he’s gonna give me trouble.”

“That’s why we’re celebrating now,” Padme explained softly, “Even if you don’t win, we’re still proud of you. Being nominated is a huge deal, sweetie.”

“But then everyone’s gonna be disappointed if I lose,” he mumbled, taking another bite of his cake.

“Why are you here?” Leia asked, suddenly toe to toe with Han, “You smell horrible, by the way. Like cigarettes.”

“So I’ve been told,” he grumbled, not about to test Anakin’s patience when it came to being hateful to the man’s daughter.

“I was kidnapped,” Luke explained, and Anakin’s eyes immediately fell on your roommate again. You could’ve sworn Han was starting to break a sweat.

“That’s such a horrible description of what happened,” Han griped, closing his eyes for a moment to regain his composure.

“Biggs told us that Luke was reaching the point where you’d normally intervene and drag him home,” you told Leia, trying to diffuse the tension in the room, “So Han dragged him home.”

“And it was completely unnecessary,” Luke added, chewing his cake and nodding in agreement with himself, “I was gonna leave anyway.”

“Sure you were, kid. Three different people were hangin’ off of you when I reached you, and a fourth was pouring gin into your mouth,” Han managed to say, having calmed down a little as the focus shifted to Luke’s inebriation.

“Must’ve been getting pretty wild for Biggs to intervene,” Leia mused, and you thought you saw the semblance of a smile tugging at her lips as she stared at Han.

“I didn’t even wanna be there,” Luke huffed, grabbing a gallon of milk from the fridge and a glass, “So I would’ve left at some point.”

“Yeah? After how many more drinks?” Han snorted, his usual personality seeping through as he rolled his eyes, so caught up in defending himself that he seemed to be forgetting that the Skywalker parents were in the room, “I already told you that Her Royal Highness would beat my ass if I let your shit-brained friends drag you to that Marie girl’s house, and you don’t ever stand up for yourself.”

“How would you know?” Luke asked, suddenly grinning, “Unless Leia told you. Because you’re hanging out! And you’re in love!”

“What?” Anakin snapped, glaring at your roommate again.

Han nearly fell to his knees, his mouth hanging wide open as his face turned beet red. He floundered for a moment, but could find nothing at all to say, so he just stood, dumbfounded.

“You are fucked up,” Leia sighed, though she was blushing a little, “Thanks for bringing him home.”

“No problem,” you replied, reaching for Han’s hand as you moved to lead him out the door, “Well, we don’t wanna intrude, so we’ll be leaving now. Nice meeting you both in person.”

“What?” Luke pouted, looking at you with sad blue eyes that he was certainly exaggerating in an effort to get what he wanted, “But you just got here. Stay for a little while. We can order food, and I’ll pay as a thanks for getting me home safe and sound, okay?”

“Yeah,” Anakin agreed, voice low as he continued assessing Han, “You should stay. We’ll pay.”

Your mission to get Han out of there had failed, and you had to admit that you were also a little unsure of how to interact with celebrities who also happened to be the parents of the man you were falling in love with. And said man was known to deliberately try to embarrass you by flirting with you in public. And he was drunker than you’d ever seen him. And Han was being absolutely useless in helping you make this less of an awkward situation.

“We really don’t wanna be in the way. You guys came all the way out here to spend time with your kids,” you tried again, but you knew you’d been defeated when Padme spoke.

“Nonsense,” she said sweetly, waving her hand dismissively, “We’d love to treat you to dinner. Especially after all you kids have been through this semester.”

Han’s face paled.

“They know about that?” he whispered to you, and you nodded.

“I told you. FaceTime.”

“Fuck.”

“Isn’t that good news, Leia?” Luke teased, leaning over the counter to taunt his sister. Clearly agitated, she walked around the island, angrily filled his glass with water, put the milk back in the fridge, and grabbed his wrist.

“Luke’s going to take a shower,” she said calmly to all of you, “And he’s going to drink this water. And he’s going to sober up. And he’s going to calm the fuck down and stop being a pain in the ass to everyone here.”

With that, she dragged him down the hallway. He just smiled as she did so and went willingly, giving you a flirtatious wave as he left. You could hear them bicker between themselves in the hallway as she shoved clean clothes in his hands and pushed him into the bathroom.

“Is he usually like this?” Padme asked, sounding concerned but looking thoroughly entertained.

“No,” you answered shyly, “A ton of people were buying him drinks. He’s normally not this far gone.”

“I was worried,” she admitted, relaxing a little, “I just wanted to make sure you guys weren’t regularly having to take care of him.”

“We don’t,” you replied, nervous under her gaze despite how kind she was being.

“Seems like Leia does,” Anakin mused, looking down the hallway as his daughter returned.

“You’ve spoiled him,” she said, pointing at you. Your eyes widened.

“Me?”

“Yes, you,” she teased, pouring you a glass of water, “He thinks he can get away with being annoying when you’re here because you’ll stick up for him. Like you did the other day on the couch.”

“I only said something then because Han was being annoying,” you protested, hands on your hips.

“Shut up,” Han hissed, his face still red. Padme smiled at the interaction, but Anakin’s face was impossible to read. Han was definitely sweating.

His situation didn’t improve when Leia stood in front of him again, pushing a glass of water into his hand. He stared down at her like she was from another world, his eyes wide and posture uncharacteristically tense.

“You alright?” you heard her ask him quietly. His expression softened a little, but he still remained tightly wound.

“Wasn’t expecting your celebrity parents to be here. That’s all,” he mumbled. She touched his arm lightly, likely meant to be reassuring, but you saw him blush a little.

“Don’t worry about that,” she whispered, “You don’t care what anyone else thinks anyway, right? This isn’t any different. They’re just regular people.”

“It’s not the celebrity part,” he murmured, looking away from her, “It’s that they’re your parents.”

Her eyes widened a little and her cheeks reddened.

“Well, that’s stupid,” she said quietly, staring at her feet.

How much longer would they keep up with this until they finally started dating?

Padme called your name then, and beckoned you over. She asked you a few questions about your wrist, how you were doing, and some other general small talk.

“Is she seeing him?” Anakin asked you suddenly, still watching Han like a hawk.

“Um, not yet, but they definitely like each other. He’s my roommate,” you explained, not knowing what else to say other than the truth.

“Oh,” Anakin said, “He’s the one who was in the hospital, right?”

“That’s him,” you murmured.

“Is his ear pierced?”

“Ani,” Padme interjected, placing a hand on his knee, “Don’t interrogate his poor roommate. He brought Luke home. And Leia can hold her own. See? She seems to be the one calling the shots.”

You turned to see Han still tense as Leia casually touched his arm, his wide eyes darting to yours with a look of desperation. He avoided Anakin’s stare quite deliberately, which made the older man chuckle.

“Good,” Anakin said, somewhat satisfied by Han’s anxieties, “And who’s Marie? Is that Luke’s girlfriend?”

“Ani,” Padme chided again, “I’m sorry. He’s a little protective of the kids. Marie’s the cheerleader, honey. We’ve seen her before at his games.”

You didn’t remember that Marie was a cheerleader, but you supposed that made sense. Padme knowing who she was did sting a little though.

“I don’t know who that is,” Anakin scoffed, and you felt kind of vindicated by that, “But she better not be anything like his other girlfriends.”

You wanted to ask what he meant by that, your curiosity reaching its limits, but Luke stepped back into the room before you could. His hair was damp and he wore long pajama pants, fuzzy blue socks on his feet.

“Do you feel any better?” Padme asked, motioning for him to come over while Han and Leia talked.

“I feel clean,” he replied happily, “But I still couldn’t drive a car.”

“We weren’t gonna make you drive anywhere,” you told him, and he smiled widely at your presence.

“I was worried you guys would sneak out while I was showering,” he confessed, cheeks rosy from his alcohol consumption.

“Leia has Han trapped,” you explained, pointing to the couple standing next to the island, “And your parents were asking me about him.”

“Not your parents,” Padme chimed in, rolling her eyes, “Your father.”

“Am I crazy to ask if the guy with cigarettes pouring out of his pockets has a good head on his shoulders?” he argued, slightly exasperated.

“What? I love Han,” Luke said defensively, smiling, “He’s so cool. And he doesn’t care what other people think of him. I wish I could be more like that.”

The admission made your heart clench, and you wanted to pull him into a hug and tell him that he didn’t need to change.

“Not in an asshole way,” you added nervously, “He means well. He’s just a little unconventional.”

Anakin’s eyebrow was raised, but he said nothing else about Han.

“I’m sure he’s a nice boy,” Padme told Anakin, giving you a reassuring smile, “And what about you, Luke?”

“I’m nice too,” he answered, nodding.

You giggled, hiding your smile behind your hand. Anakin rolled his eyes.

“No, honey. I’m asking if you’re seeing anyone right now.”

“Oh!” he replied, eyes darting between you and his mother, “Um. Sort of?”

“Yes,” you heard Leia yell from the kitchen, “Your turn in the hot seat, Luke.”

“Is it the cheerleader?” she asked, eyes lighting up in excitement.

“Who?”

Luke not immediately knowing who she was talking about made you feel relieved.

“Marie,” she said, “Han mentioned that you were invited to Marie’s house. Is she your girlfriend?”

“No,” Luke answered quickly, brows furrowed in bewilderment, “Absolutely not. My friends want me to date her, but I’m not going to. Ever.”

“Is she that bad?” Anakin snorted, failing to hide his amusement.

“Yes,” Leia said, walking towards the living room to join you all, Han reluctantly in tow.

“She’s a nice girl,” Luke sighed, looking conflicted, “But she’s persistent.”

“She’s obsessive,” Leia corrected, hands on her hips, “Dad, she’s one of those people.”

“I see,” Anakin replied, “Tell her to fuck off then, Luke.”

“Anakin,” Padme groaned, “Don’t be rude in front of their guests.”

“What do you mean by those people?” Luke asked, narrowing his eyes at his sister.

“People take advantage of your kindness, Luke. Dad and I talk about it all the time. You should be mean. Like me.”

Han snorted and Anakin regarded him with something other than contempt for once. You tried not to laugh.

“You’re not mean, Leia,” Luke argued, “You just don’t take shit from anyone. You’re like Han.”

“No, Han’s mean,” she said dismissively.

“Hey.”

“I’m just saying,” she replied, slapping Han on the shoulder in a way that was probably supposed to be light, but he hissed in pain anyway.

“Leia, be nice to him,” Padme chided.

“You don’t have to be nice to him, Leia,” Anakin deadpanned

“Okay!” Luke interrupted, “Can we order food or not?”

Anakin and Leia relented and finally the conversation shifted to what you all would get to eat. With the Skywalkers all arguing over their dinner options, Han had begun hiding behind you again, trying to keep himself out of Anakin’s line of sight. You had never seen him act so skittish before.

Luke convinced everyone to order Chinese food, and Han volunteered to pick it up, far too eager to flee from the house and catch his breath away from the Skywalkers for a bit. You offered to go with him (which Luke protested) in order to give the family some time to themselves. The two of you practically sprinted out the door, not fully relaxing until you had taken the elevator and fled the lobby. Finally, when your shoes hit the sidewalk, you felt like you could breathe again.

He pulled out a cigarette in record time, lighting it quickly as he began walking into the city.

“This is a fucking nightmare,” he huffed, the cigarette hanging from his lips serving to muffle his voice a little, “I can barely handle two Skywalkers. I can’t do four.”

“Padme is nice,” you replied, shrugging.

“No, she’s got Luke’s shit-eating grin. Seems nice at first but she’s up to something. That whole family is nuts.”

Neither of you bothered to acknowledge what had really rattled you about seeing them all together: that they were a complete, functional, and happy family. Han never mentioned his parents, but you knew that he’d moved out before he even turned 18 and had turned to transporting drugs as a result of having no support from his relatives. Your own parents were pretty disinterested in your life, and hearing that Luke’s parents, who were incredibly busy and working all over the country, had made time to congratulate him for a nomination made your heart ache. You were happy for him, but you just weren’t familiar with the kind of dynamics that were at play in their apartment right now.

You and Han didn’t have to say any of this out loud, because both of you already knew. He passed his cigarette to you and, uncharacteristically, you took a drag. Meeting the Skywalkers was a special occasion, you supposed.

“They cuss in front of their parents,” he said as you neared your destination, “And I think the dad is gonna kill me.”

“They seem to have a pretty relaxed relationship with them, yes,” you agreed, giggling quietly, “I think he’s just under the impression that you’re trying to seduce his daughter.”

“Why does everyone keep sayin’ that?” he groaned, pushing the door to the restaurant open and holding it for you, “It’s the other way around, actually.”

“She’s trying to seduce you?” you asked, surprised by his willingness to talk about his situation with Leia. Perhaps it was a combination of the stress and whiskey, but he seemed a little more open to discussing it at the moment.

“Yeah, I dunno,” he mumbled, sounding a bit distant, “I mean, I can’t tell. She acts like she might be interested every now and then, but she still argues with me all the time, and I’m pretty sure she’s got a thing with that guitarist.”

“Luke thinks she likes you,” you said suddenly, not wanting him to feel insecure and talk himself out of his progressing relationship, “I think so too.”

“Luke thinks that?” he asked, eyes wide. You couldn’t immediately respond, as you were giving the cashier your order number. You stood next to the counter as you waited for them to finish preparing your food.

“Han,” you sighed, crossing your arms, “The night we watched The Shining. Luke pulled me outside to tell me that he thinks Leia likes you.”

Han blinked, and you momentarily wondered if he hadn’t heard you.

“Don’t fuck with me,” he finally said, looking a little uneasy.

“I wouldn’t lie about that.”

He sighed, shifting uncomfortably as he looked at his feet.

“If that’s true,” he began quietly, “Then she’ll get over it. I’m not exactly her type, y’know. She just wants to rebel against the social pressures of being a young woman in a powerful family. That’s all it is.”

“I told you to stop making assumptions about how she feels. It’s not fair to either of you.”

“What about you and Luke, then?”

“That’s different.”

“How? ‘Cause only one of them left our house covered in hickeys, and it wasn’t Leia.”

You couldn’t tell him about your plot to get the two of them together now, especially without consulting Luke first, so you had no choice but to bite your tongue.

They finally called your order, and you and Han split the bags as you walked back out towards their apartment again.

“That’s what I thought,” he said, staring at you as you pursed your lips together to stop yourself from lashing out at him, “Get your shit together before worrying about mine, alright kid?”

His words were harsh but his tone was soft, and taking his stunt with Lando earlier into account, you knew that he just wanted you to be happy. You sighed, and you sulked a little until you got back to their apartment. Even when you opened the door, you and Han probably seemed a little out of it, both of you emotionally exhausted by the night’s activities.

Luke appeared at the door as soon as you opened it, taking the bag from your hand and urging you to sit down while he fixed you a plate. You were in no position to argue, your stomach growling.

You had never been to a family dinner before. When you and Han took your seats at the dining room table, you were reminded of this fact.

You were surprised by how smoothly things were going as they did their best to include you in all of their conversations.

“So,” Anakin began, staring at you and Han, “You guys just met this semester, right?”

“Um, yeah,” you replied awkwardly, looking to Han for help, “Han and Leia got assigned to work on a project together, and we all kind of got along pretty well, so. Yeah.”

“They bought us pizza,” Luke added, smiling, “They have a third roommate, too. He’s really nice. You guys would like him a lot.”

“He’ll have to join us next time,” Padme said offhandedly, smiling.

Next time. What was next time? Why would there be a next time? Because they approved of Han and Leia’s blossoming relationship, and assumed that you’d be around by extension? Because they thought you were all just platonic friends?

“Well, I don’t think they were planning on hanging around, or else I would’ve made them drag him along.“

“Speaking of next time,” Padme continued, as if she had read your mind, “The semester is picking up, and Luke’s soccer season will be coming to an end soon. We wanted to do something special to celebrate.”

“We don’t need to,” Luke protested weakly, blushing. He was adorable.

“Of course we do,” Anakin scoffed, adding, “We’re already planning to go to the beach when Leia finishes her term as president, but that’s not until next semester.”

“Finishing a term isn’t an accomplishment,” Leia said, joining in on trying to remain humble.

“It’s what you’ve accomplished in that term that’s impressive,” Padme said, reaching forward and smoothing down some of the flyaways framing Leia’s face, “But anyway, we were wanting to stay with some family friends at our vacation home for your winter break. Ani will be taking a break from his press, and elections will have already taken place, so it seems like a pretty good time to go.”

“That sounds nice,” you replied politely, nodding as she spoke.

“Do you wanna come?” Luke asked in between bites.

You nearly choked, and Han actually did. Swallowing, you collected yourself.

“We talked about it while you guys were gone,” Leia said quietly, not meeting your eyes, “We’ve never invited anyone from school before. So.”

“We wouldn’t want to intrude—“

“You wouldn’t be!” Luke exclaimed, smiling brightly and still more than a little tipsy, “I mean, there’s no pressure. Sorry. I just really want you to come.”

You face flushed, and Han gave you a smug look.

“Han is invited too, of course,” Anakin added, eyeing your roommate. Han’s face immediately fell.

“And your other roommate,” Padme said sweetly.

“Yes! Bring Chewie,” Luke cheered.

“Like he said, there’s no pressure. But we’d really love to have you,” Leia said, smiling at you but avoiding Han’s gaze entirely.

“You can send us the dates and we’ll double check our schedules. We can check with Chewie too,” you decided to say, kicking Han’s foot under the table when he remained silent.

“Oh, uh, yeah,” he agreed awkwardly, “We’ll check. Thanks for the invite.”

You relaxed a little when he managed to have decent manners, happy that, for now, Anakin wouldn’t jump across the table and murder him where he sat.

“Of course,” Padme smiled, “We were super excited when the kids suggested it. Like Leia said, they’ve never asked to invite any of their friends before. We’d love to have you.”

“You could meet Ben,” Luke added, smiling widely at you, “And Ahsoka. Dad, do you think Uncle Owen and Aunt Beru would—“

“Luke,” Leia cut him off, eyes wide.

“What? I bet the Organas are invited. Why is this different?”

A combative edge had reached his voice, and the atmosphere suddenly felt uncomfortably tense.

“We can talk about it later, sweetie,” Padme said, giving him a sympathetic smile. He narrowed his eyes at her.

“I’m sure we will,” he replied, tone dripping in sarcasm.

“Luke,” Anakin said lowly, fixing him with a harsh glare, “Don’t have an attitude with your mother.”

You would be more offended on Luke’s behalf if it weren’t for the way that Anakin placed his hand on his wife’s knee under the table, giving her a small, reassuring smile. It was sweet.

“Sorry,” Luke murmured, and you watched his demeanor shift completely. You tried to catch his eye throughout the remainder of dinner as everyone else resumed talking as normal, but he kept his stare fixed on his plate. He pushed a few grains of rice around solemnly, and you frowned.

“Hey,” you said, nudging his foot under the table with yours. He looked up finally, his eyes sad.

“Hi,” he replied anyway, trying to offer you a smile.

“Is it time for dessert yet?” you asked, pretending to be more excited than you were. His eyes immediately lit up.

“Yes,” he said, his voice already a little lighter than before, “You have to try this cake. Ben’s an excellent baker.”

He stood then and gestured for you to follow him to the counter. You obeyed, though you felt a little awkward to suddenly rise from the table, but no one seemed to mind all that much. He lifted the Tupperware lid and presented you with a cake that was clearly homemade, but still pristine in its appearance. He grabbed two small plates from the cabinet then, and cut you a slice. You slowly cut into it with your fork and took a small bite, only for your eyes to widen at the delightful flavor flooding your senses. The cake practically melted on your tongue, and you immediately went back in for a second bite.

“Do you like it?” he asked hopefully.

“This is divine,” you said seriously, taking another bite, “You’ll have to tell this Ben guy that he’s unnaturally good at this. Holy shit.”

That was apparently the correct response, because Luke was practically beaming at you now. Padme made eye contact with you from across the kitchen, offering you a grateful smile. You blushed and avoided her gaze.

“You have good taste,” Luke said, staring at you with something akin to fondness, “Do you wanna stay the night?”

The abruptness of his offer caught you off guard, and you blinked at him for a second before managing to respond.

“Luke, you drank a lot tonight,” you told him softly, “I’m not sure if it’s a good idea.”

“You’re sweet,” he replied, smiling at you and making you blush, “But I wasn’t trying to get in your pants. I’m just saying that it’s late, and I’ve missed you, and I’d really love to spend more time with you tonight. I’ll even sleep on the couch—“

“I’m not making you do that,” you protested, “I’m not sure if we’ll spend the night, but we can at least stay for a while after your parents leave.”

He beamed at you again. After you tried to cheer him up a little more, he seemed to be in better spirits, and he carried the cake over to the table to share with everyone else. You all continued to talk amongst yourselves for a while longer, with Anakin occasionally trying to assess Han’s character and Padme hiding her smile behind her hand.

Overall, dinner was pleasant. You still felt awkward, sitting at a table with the boy you were infatuated with and his two celebrity parents, but they really did seem to be nice people. Finally, at about one in the morning, Padme announced that they should be heading out. To your surprise, she stood to hug you.

“It’s been so great meeting you in person,” she said, her embrace much tighter than you had anticipated. Anakin looked on fondly.

“Likewise,” you replied, “Thank you guys for dinner.”

“Oh, it’s no problem,” she assured you, and, to your further bewilderment, pulled Han into a hug.

Luke didn’t bother to stop himself from laughing at the other man, and even you had to admit that it was an amusing scene. Han awkwardly returned her embrace, patting her on the back uncomfortably. Anakin looked on with that same scrutinizing gaze, trying to gauge how Han would react. To his credit, your roommate was respectful enough to at least pretend to appreciate the gesture.

The two of you stood to the side as the Skywalkers doted on their children for a moment, Padme pressing kisses to both of their heads and Anakin affectionately messing up their hair.

“We love you,” Padme told them, “And we’ll be coming back in for your big game, Luke.”

“Keep a low profile,” he sighed, suddenly looking very tired, “The last time you guys came, I had to watch my classmates try to flirt with my dad. That’s not something anyone wants to see.”

“That’s not my fault,” Anakin argued, his tone sounding so similar to his son’s that you nearly laughed, “You should just play so well that they have no reason to pay attention to me.”

Luke scoffed and rolled his eyes.

“Don’t say that, Ani,” Padme scolded lightheartedly, “You might stress him out. We love you no matter how well you play, honey.”

“I always play well,” Luke huffed, crossing his arms.

Leia and Anakin looked at each other, and their faces made you think that they were about to bring up a situation that proved the contrary. Luke caught on to that too, and he was then inspired to usher his parents towards the door. Anakin laughed at his efforts.

“I won’t embarrass you in front of your friends,” he promised, grinning as he put on his coat.

“I will,” Leia teased, raising an eyebrow at her brother before turning to you, “Luke used to buy his uniform in the smallest size possible so he could show off, and this one time, during a game in his senior year of high school—“

“Mom,” Luke pleaded, cutting her off, “She only gets like this when he’s around. Separate them and save my reputation, please.”

Padme giggled and opened the door, gently pushing her husband outside and taking his arm.

“Behave,” Anakin said as he waved them goodbye, smiling as his wife leaned into his side a little.

“And get some sleep!” she added, “We love you.”

Despite their previous banter, the twins told their parents that they loved them too, and with that, the door closed.

Han visibly relaxed, letting out a loud sigh of relief as he slumped against the wall. Luke giggled at this, and Han noticed, eyes narrowing at the younger man.

“What?” he snapped, crossing his arms.

“Nothing. Just didn’t expect you to be so intimidated by him,” he quipped, grinning.

“Funny. And I didn’t expect you to be a mama’s boy, but here we are.”

“Is that supposed to be an insult?” he countered.

Han just scoffed, apparently not in the mood to actually challenge Luke on this, and just pulled a cigarette from his pocket, shrugging his jacket back on.

“Well, thanks for feedin’ us. We’ll get out of your hair now,” he said, ready to bolt out the door. You were ready to follow him—that is, until a still tipsy Luke fixed you with a stare so pitiful that you felt overwhelmed with guilt.

“You said you’d stay,” he all but pouted, looking at you with sad eyes.

You crumbled immediately, walking towards him and leaving Han standing in the doorway.

“Are you serious? All he has to do is bat his eyelashes at you and you’ll bend to his every whim?” he exclaimed, looking betrayed.

“That’s an overly dramatic reaction,” Leia snorted, arms crossed as she leaned against the kitchen counter, “We can split a joint if you stay. Maybe Luke will fall asleep long enough to let you all escape.”

Han contemplated this idea before begrudgingly shedding his jacket once more, stuffing his cigarette back in his pocket as he did so.

“Tryin’ to bribe me, sweetheart?”

She rolled her eyes and walked into the living room, Han trailing behind her as she headed towards the balcony. Surprisingly, Luke—and, by extension, you—followed them out. Han quirked an eyebrow at him.

“I’ve never seen you smoke,” he said, and it almost sounded like a challenge. Leia already looked unimpressed, lighting the joint and taking the first hit.

“Because I get drug tested for soccer,” he replied, looking annoyed that Han had forgotten this information.

Leia passed the joint to Han, the man looking at Luke with an expression that was somewhere between smug and mocking.

“College sports take themselves too seriously. Nobody actually cares what the athletes do in their free time. They only care if you win.”

Luke stared for a moment, seemingly conflicted. He appeared to know that Han was baiting him, but at the same time, he wasn’t immune to it. Wordlessly, almost scowling, Luke snatched the joint out of Han’s hand, his expression defiant and his brow set in determination. Luke and Han were shaping up to be quite the pair. Han was a bad influence, and Luke was spiteful. You’d have to be careful about leaving the two of them alone for too long.

“I hope you’re ready to deal with the consequences of what you just did,” Leia mumbled, rolling her eyes when Luke took a hit of the joint.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Han asked, arms crossed. He made no effort to conceal his smirk at Luke’s subsequent coughing.

“Luke smokes once or twice a year. And he’s already drunk. He’ll probably fall asleep before we’re finished and you’ll have to carry him back inside.”

“I won’t fall asleep!” Luke protested through his coughing. His lungs were healthy, unlike Han’s, and he struggled to inhale the smoke. You shouldn’t have found it endearing, but you did.

“I’ll leave you out here if you do,” Han said hatefully, blowing smoke in the younger man’s face. Luke scrunched up his nose and scowled.

The four of you talked amongst yourselves for about twenty minutes before you noticed Luke falling silent, depending a little too heavily on the balcony railing to keep him upright. His lengthy day seemed to finally be catching up with him.

“Hey,” you got his attention, placing an arm on his shoulder to stabilize him a little, “Do you wanna go to bed?”

“I can stay awake,” he insisted, but his droopy eyelids and slumped shoulders indicated the opposite.

“You’ve had a long day. You should get some rest,” you assured him softly, rubbing his back. He melted into your touch.

“He’s trying to stay awake so he can spend time with you,” Leia teased, earning a snort from Han.

The idea that he was fighting sleep for the purpose of seeing you was endearing, sure, but you didn’t think there was any truth to it. You chuckled quietly to yourself, turning to face Luke as if to say, “Isn’t that ridiculous?” but you wee surprised to find him looking down, his blush visible to you even in the dim lighting on the balcony.

“Leia,” he practically pouted, brows knitted together.

“Don’t give me that. Serves you right for that shit you pulled in front of mom and dad earlier.”

She was likely referring to the comment he made about her being in love with Han.

“I was kidding. And I was drunk,” he murmured, a weak attempt to defend himself.

“Daddy dearest didn’t seem to think you were kidding,” Han huffed, staring out at the cityscape as he exhaled smoke.

“Well, it wasn’t personal. He was just on edge because Leia doesn’t talk to many men—“

“Luke,” she hissed, narrowing her eyes at him.

“What?” he replied, genuinely confused by her scowl. You giggled, and Luke leaned into your touch a bit more.

“Figured it was probably because I spilled cigarettes all over your floor within the first five seconds of meeting him,” Han grunted. He seemed a little uncomfortable with the implication that he and Leia were dating, but instead of addressing it, he simply redirected the conversation.

“Well, that probably didn’t help,” Luke agreed sleepily, nodding in earnest. Throughout the entire interaction, he had somehow managed to sneak his way into your arms, and you may as well have been holding him at this point. Your heart melted at how hard he was trying to stay awake.

“You should go to sleep, Luke,” you told him seriously, brushing his bangs from his forehead in a move that only served to make him close his eyes once more.

“Wanna see you,” he argued weakly, leaning into your touch, “Never get to see you. I can sleep later.”

You couldn’t take much more of this.

“I can stay the night,” you offered, relenting easily.

“What the fuck?” Han squawked, throwing his hands up, “I know it’s common sense at this point, but I can’t get over how you immediately agree to do whatever he wants. You need to get a backbone, sweetheart.”

Luke opened his eyes a little, blinking as he tried to feign alertness.

“You really don’t have to if you don’t want to,” he said, voice small as he blushed a little, “I don’t wanna force you to—“

“No,” you cut him off, caressing his cheek as you looked over his shoulder to glare at your roommate, “Han’s just being a dick. Don’t worry.”

“We told Chewie and Lando we’d smoke with them later,” he reminded you.

“You told them you’d smoke with them later. And it’s been hours since then.”

“Yeah, well, a pretty face isn’t gonna make me change my plans,” he snapped, passing the joint to Leia before pointedly walking inside to presumably call Chewie.

Luke watched him go through tired eyes, still blushing.

“I don’t wanna be a problem,” he told you, sounding a little sad.

“You’re never a problem. I wanna spend time with you, too,” you confessed, pressing a soft kiss to his forehead, “And Han’s just trying to make a point.”

“What’s his point, then?” Leia asked, brow raised as she took another drag.

You hesitated for a second, but with both twins staring at you curiously, you knew you wouldn’t be able to refrain from answering.

“That I’m more whipped for Luke than he is for you,” you muttered, avoiding their eyes. She snorted, but you knew she was likely blushing. Luke only giggled, the least embarrassed out of any of you.

“Aw,” he cooed, reminding you that he was high, “I’m definitely way more whipped for you, though. And Leia—“

“You’re pushing it tonight, Luke,” she warned, pointing at him with the joint in her fingers, “Take another hit of this so you’ll shut the fuck up.”

“Okay,” he agreed happily, leaning out of your grip a little to grab it before turning to you, adding, “Do you want any? Hey, you can take a hit first and then blow it into my mouth, and—“

Leia made a gagging sound behind you, and you quickly covered his mouth with your hand. You felt him smile against it.

“I already told you,” you reminded him gently, trying to ignore your own embarrassment, “We aren’t doing anything like that tonight. You’ve been drinking.”

“What? I thought you just meant fucking,” he replied, sounding genuinely surprised, “And I haven’t had anything to drink in hours. I’m sober.”

“You’ve been smoking now. You’re crossed.”

“It’s just kissing. We made out earlier—“

“Alright, I’m going inside,” Leia said. He ignored her.

“If you don’t want to do anything, that’s perfectly fine, but if it’s just because I’m inebriated—“

“It’s just because you’re inebriated,” you told him, kissing his forehead again. He looked appalled.

“But you walked me home. I crashed your plans tonight. The least I can do is—“

“Absolutely not. It’s not transactional. Ever.”

He stared at you for a second, blinking at you as you absentmindedly played with his hair. Finally, he gave you a soft smile, and he looked at you like you’d just hung the stars in the sky.

“Okay,” he agreed, surprising you by pulling you into a hug, “You’re right. I’m sorry. I don’t mean to imply that you saw it that way. I just didn’t want you to be disappointed if we didn’t do anything tonight—“

“I’m not disappointed. I’m just glad I get to see you. Let’s go to bed,” you told him, petting his hair as he hugged you. He pulled away then, smiling tiredly at you, and nodded.

“Wait. I need to clean my room first. It won’t take long,” he decided, and then he quickly ran back into the apartment. You chuckled quietly to yourself as you watched him go.

You followed, only to see Leia sitting on a bar stool and Han leaning against the counter, the two of them looking at you with an air of smugness.

“What’d Chewie say?” you asked, trying to shake their stares.

“That they started smokin’ as soon as we left. Never expected us to come back, apparently,” he grumbled, his cheeks a little pink as he recounted the conversation.

Leia hid a smile behind her hand before turning to you.

“Thanks for being decent,” she said seriously, piquing Han’s interest.

“This one? Decent?” he scoffed, planting a large hand on your head before messing up your hair. You slapped him away.

“Yes. More decent than you.”

“Can’t believe you agreed to stay the night,” he huffed, likely only pretending to be disappointed.

“You’re free to leave.”

“And leave you alone with him?” he asked, as if he really was your mother. You had to stifle a giggle.

“Yes. I’m grown, Han. And it’s Luke. And Leia is here.”

“What if you need me?” he challenged.

Han was protective, sure, but he definitely trusted Luke, at least to some extent.

“Again, I’m grown.”

Luke came trodding out of his room, looking a little disheveled.

“Leia, can you come look at it? I can’t tell if it’s clean enough,” he pleaded. He was definitely high, you realized.

“I don’t think anyone cares if your room is messy—“ she tried, but his wide eyes made her simply sigh in defeat as she walked down the hallway, “I’ll be back.”

With both twins gone, Han placed his hands on your shoulders and pulled you to the side. He looked stressed.

“What?” you asked, his demeanor making you nervous.

“We are not going on a fucking Skywalker family vacation,” he said seriously, gripping your shoulders tightly.

“It’ll probably be free.”

“We’re not going,” he repeated.

“Isn’t it kinda crazy that they want us to go though? And they’ve apparently never invited anyone from school before.”

“It’s because that kid is smitten with you,” he grunted, like it was inconvenient.

“Or it’s because Leia—“

“Don’t,” he snapped, pointing a finger in your face, “Don’t go around spewing bullshit like that. Luke’s already said enough tonight. Now her ex-military celebrity dad wants to kill me. Do you know how stressful this is for me?”

“It’s stressful for me too.”

“No,” he insisted, “They liked you. You’re a saint against the backdrop of whatever shitty partners he’s had before. I’m the guy who walked in reeking of pot and Marlboro Reds.”

“I thought you switched over to Golds?”

“I switched back,” he mumbled, and then shook his head, “That doesn’t matter—“

“I thought you were switching to Golds and only smoking three days a week.”

“Quit. You’re trying to change the subject.”

“You’ll need to stop smoking if we go on vacation with the Skywalkers—“

“We’re not doing that,” he hissed, scowling at you when he saw that you were grinning.

“Not doing what?”

You turned to see Luke standing in the kitchen again, head cocked at you as Leia approached behind him.

“Nothing. Han’s just being a dick,” you explained, smacking his finger away from your face. He glared at you.

“Han just doesn’t understand how this turned into a conversation about his smoking habits,” he sneered, folding his arms over his chest.

“Oh,” Luke hummed, seeming to think this over for a moment before replying, “Yeah, that’s pretty bad for you. Especially as much as you do it—“

“What the fuck?” he sighed. In a move that surprised you, Leia walked right up to him and slapped his shoulder. She was doing that a lot more recently.

“Come on. We can finish this joint,” she offered. He looked at her with something akin to fondness in his eyes, but he recovered quickly and plastered another frown on his face.

“Fine,” he murmured, and with that he and Leia walked back into the balcony, leaving you and Luke alone in the kitchen.

“Wanna sleep?” he asked, trying to keep his eyes open as he stared at you in his pajamas, “You can wear some of my clothes to bed, if you want. And I’ll stay in my side of the bed. It’s pretty big, so we don’t have to touch each other at all.”

You giggled, happy that he’d honored your request to stay friendly tonight. And you’d gladly wear his clothes to bed. You nodded, smiling at him as he led you into his room. He threw a shirt and a pair of pajama pants at you, and then covered his eyes with his hands. You giggled, changing quickly.

You briefly reflected on when you’d worn Leia’s pajamas the last time you were here. She’d given you an oversized, matching silk set before you had even realized that you’d needed something to sleep in. And she’d set the spare bedroom up for you.

Despite what Han said, she was a really nice girl. If they ever got over themselves, she’d be really good for him.

“Can I open my eyes now?”

You’d been so lost in thought that you had neglected to tell Luke that you were dressed. Again, you realized that he had apparently taken you very seriously when you said nothing sexual could happen between the two of you, his palms pressed probably a bit too harshly over his eyes. Cute.

“Yes,” you replied, trying not to laugh. When he removed his hands, he blinked for a moment, eyes readjusting as he stared at you in his clothes.

“You should wear my clothes more often,” he said seriously, eyes sparkling as he looked you over. You laughed and shook your head, crawling under the covers. His bedside lamp remained on, and he got into bed after you.

You took this time to take in his bedroom. It was larger than yours, but wasn’t as excessive as you’d expected. You were perhaps most surprised by the enormous shelf pressed against his wall, lined with books and knickknacks. His desk matched, a large, open textbook and several sheets of graph paper sitting on top of it. Next to them was one of those tiny Zen gardens that your high school guidance counselor used to have in her office. You smiled. It was so him.

He had a small stand in the corner that appeared to house his awards, though the bookshelf was still the most outstanding and put-together piece in the entire room. You made note of that, your eyes lingering on his array of model spaceships and Legos. A tall plant sat near the window, and a few smaller succulents were occupying random spaces in the rest of the room.

If you had to guess who this room belonged to, your money would go on a librarian or an incredibly introverted student—not one of the best collegiate athletes in the country.

“Stop judging my room,” he said, nudging you in the side.

“I’m not judging it,” you replied, smiling softly at him, “Just admiring.”

“Admiring,” he repeated, eyebrow raised.

“It’s cute!” you promised, and a faint blush decorated his cheeks.

“Whatever,” he grumbled sheepishly, eyes trailing over your frame before sighing and rolling over on his side, “You really do look good in my clothes.”

It was your turn to blush.

“Thanks for letting me borrow them,” you replied, unsure of how else to respond.

“Keep them,” he mumbled, voice muffled by his pillow, “I might lend you some more tomorrow.”

You laughed, mostly out of surprise, and relaxed further into the covers.

“Goodnight, Luke. Wake me up if you need me, okay?” you said softly, the mention of the inevitable nightmares to come left unspoken.

You knew he understood your meaning when a few seconds of silence followed.

“Thank you,” he whispered.

Nothing else needed to be said. You hoped he knew how much you meant it—how much you longed to be there for him when he was forced out of slumber by whatever memories of his past were haunting him. You’d cradle him through as many nightmares as he wanted you to.

As his breathing began to slow and he surrendered to sleep, your mind wandered to Han. He had a point: if Luke, within reason, asked for something, you would ultimately oblige.

You weren’t sure what that could mean, but you hoped it was mutual.

[momoswifee]

Rising

Pairing: Mina x fem!reader

Synopsis: After receiving the call from the hospital, Mina rushes to you. Once she's there she finds you unconscious. You had been hit by a drunk driver and were now in a coma.

Warnings: Drink-driving, car accidents, the reader is in a coma, trying to go for angst (let's hope it is indeed angst), death, death talks, overthinking, grief, the start of isolation (?) not sure, maybe abandonment issues.

A/n: this was actually hard for me to write, I never actually wrote angst so this is a first. Every time I tried to write angst it was always really small so this was a change! I'm sorry for any grammar/vocab mistakes, and if you have any notes or criticism I have my inbox open :)

w/c: 3183

pt1 - pt2 - pt3

Mina had never been interested in taking a part in any horror movie projects, she thought herself a versatile actress of course, but the opportunity had never arrived and if she was being honest, she was grateful for that as many would consider her a scared cat. She never thought, however, that her life would become one.

She doesn’t really remember what happened after she got to the hospital, one moment she was at Sana’s house gushing about the ring she had found, and the other she was rushing through the hospital doors looking for you. All she remembers is being guided to a waiting room and the excruciating time she had to wait to finally get the news you had been hit by a drunk driver.

Since then, she hadn’t left your side, she had barely eaten or slept. She couldn’t bring herself to leave your side, even in sleep. 

You were supposedly well for the time being, you had undergone surgery and the doctor had called you a “fighter”, but due to the brain haemorrhage you had sustained because of a hit to the head during the accident, you were now in a coma. 

“Here, you need to eat,” Jihyo said, putting one of the cafeteria sandwiches in front of her. Ever since she had been released, she had been stopping by as much as she could, almost always with Jeongyeon because of her new impairment. “How’s she doing?”

“Same as always���” She sighs. “How’s your arm?”

“Eh, I’ll be alright, doctor’s said it’ll heal up fine.” Jihyo sits next to her, showing off her cast. “Any updates?”

The doctors had been reassuring, telling her that there were positive possible outcomes and that you were responding well to treatment. “Well they have been positive, they said that she’s reacting well, but that we should be aware that there are other outcomes that could happen.” 

As if on cue, one of your doctors got into the room. “Good morning, how are we doing today?” She says, calmly, as she goes over to you to check your vitals. “Her vitals are stable, everything seems to be just as it was yesterday.” She takes off her glasses, looking straight at Mina. “It has been two weeks, there’s little we can do now except wait. You should go home, take a break” 

She couldn’t believe it had been two weeks already, it felt like it was just yesterday. 

“I can stay until you get back, I’m sure her parents are on their way as well.” Jihyo reassures Mina, encouraging her to go home and take care of herself. 

She saw a familiar face in the hallway, she couldn’t decide if she wanted to run away or run to him, scream that he had taken everything from her, chastise him for his reckless behaviour, tell him that because of his disgusting vice, he had put such a beautiful life in danger, he had put the love of her life in a coma. 

She ran. 

She ran to her car, she couldn’t breathe. 

Who was she kidding, she couldn’t face him, she could barely face your parents, your friends, her friends. This was an overreaction, your doctors were optimistic, and despite the circumstances, she didn’t have to worry about you leaving her just yet. You had promised her you wouldn’t. 

She was afraid, she felt like she couldn’t breathe half of the time. The noise inside the hospital didn’t help, doors swinging open, machines beeping, doctors walking in at any time inside every room. She didn’t even have time to let the fear set in, to let it marinade and let her think and rationalize it. She was also afraid to do that as well, because she didn’t want to believe that she had any reason to feel that immense fear. 

❂

After her first night at the hospital, the only person Mina wanted to talk to was her older cousin. She remembers how she was always around Momo when they were both children and how she protected her from other kids. She felt like she needed that protection then, she needed her older cousin with her. So Momo, after Mina had called her, quickly moved into your shared house. She would be there to take care of Otis, go to the hospital every day to make sure Mina was taking care of herself, take care of the house, and just be there for Mina.

“...yes mom I’ve slept, I’m taking Otis for a walk now, Momo had to go to the city today, so I’m taking him to Jeongyeon.” She said as she tried to get Otis to stop running around, trying to put on his leash so that they could finally go on a walk and as soon as she’s out the door, she felt like she could breathe again with Otis excitedly walking alongside her. She couldn’t help but smile at his excitement, she felt like she should’ve done better by him, be more present, but you needed her. 

As she was walking down the road, she could feel the sense of dread rush through her. She was going to face Jeongyeon. How could she go to her house and pretend everything was fine? The idea of going there and facing one of the most important people in your life almost made her sick. You were unconscious in a bed and she was about to go meet your best friend. 

She didn’t know what to do, she was helpless. As soon as she got the news she ran to you, she stood by you, she couldn’t sleep or eat, she just wanted to make sure you were ok, but she also knew that your health and your stability weren’t something that was granted. 

Mina had never seen your father cry. He was someone who had always tried to bring joy into every situation. He was a constant in your family, the rock. Everyone always knew they could count on him to make everything better. You took after him a lot. She couldn’t recognize him now, it broke her heart to see him like this. He would sit by your side, gently holding your hand with his shaky one to his mouth, kissing it, while whispering sweet nothing's, trying to soothe you while trying his best not to cry or move too suddenly in a way it could somehow hurt you. During that moment, all she could think about was how unfair life was. You were in a coma, Jihyo had a broken arm, but the drunk driver who had caused all of this had got off with little scratches and a sore body from the impact. 

“Your mom is going to be ok you know that right?” Mina whispers to the dog as she sits next to him, letting him rest a little. She knows he can’t understand her, but he looks at her and rests his head on her thigh, and for a second, Mina lets herself believe that he did understand her and is hoping as well for your swift recovery. 

She tried to shake those thoughts off for a moment, watching as the trees surrounding her cast a dark shadow over them, despite not having much light, the quiet and the darker ambiance gave her peace of mind, she was at ease. 

“Hey buddy!” Otis runs towards Jeongyeon as soon as he lays his eyes on her. “Who’s excited to have a sleepover, uh?” 

“Thank you for looking after him,” Mina says, not knowing exactly what to do as she watched the older girl kneel to pet Otis. 

“Yeah, of course,” She reassures. “How is she doing? Any progress?”

They go over to the steps on the porch, letting Otis explore Jeongyeon’s backyard. “She’s fragile, you know? Right now, the doctors say she’s stabilizing and that they’re optimistic, but there’s still a long road.” 

“That’s good, I’ll go over tomorrow, I’ll take Jihyo.” They both get silent. They don’t know what to say to each other exactly. “She’ll pull through”, “She’s strong!”, “Everything will turn out fine!” were useless for them, it didn’t feel right to utter those words to each other, so they sat in silence. 

“Are you ok?”

She wasn’t. She was everything but. She wanted to scream. She wanted you to wake up. Every time she had to wake you up was like torture to her, the idea of disrupting your sleep wasn’t something she liked, so if she really had to wake you up, she would do it in the most gentle way she could. Right now, all she wanted was for you to wake up, she didn’t particularly care about the how. 

After she left, she no longer had Otis to occupy her mind, all she had was the sounds of the bird above her and her bustling thoughts. She wanted to block them out but once she got to her car, to go back to you, the silence became deafening, she was finally alone with the fearful thoughts about you. 

Thankfully, as she thought when she went to pick it up, her phone rang loudly through the car, cutting the silence

“Mina speaking.” She clears her throat, getting rid of the lump that was starting to form as she thought about possible outcomes. 

“Miss Myoui, Miss L/n has suffered a seizure and is now on the operating block, You should come as soon as possible.”

❂

The doctors had told them they should notify anyone important, should bring relatives, important people in your life to the hospital. There was nothing they could do.They had discussed all the possibilities, what to do with your body, what were your choices, what would you had done if you were awake. Everything past that was a blur to Mina. She didn’t even listen to everything the doctor had said about organ donation, it was unbearable, and she unfairly let that information fall onto your parent's shoulder for the time being. 

She sat by your side, like so many other nights. How did it come to this? She didn’t know what to feel, what to say, so she did what she had done since your first day there, she sat by your side, held your hand, and hoped for you to wake up. 

“Mina?” 

She couldn’t move. It had been decided. Not by her choice, she could barely move. They had found a document you had drafted that specified your wishes. Neither she nor your parents could or would oppose your choice. 

Your Dad gently places his hands on Mina's shoulder, but she, startled, shakes it off, scared he would take her away from you so quickly. 

“Mina...”

“Just...,” she starts, not sure of what to say. "I just need to hold her" she finally lets out in a broken whisper. “Please.”

She is left alone with you and finds herself getting up and laying her head on your chest, as gently as she can as not to hurt you, just wanting to hear your heartbeat instead of the constant beeping to her left. She knows this isn't what you would've wanted. You would've wanted her last memory of her touching you to be of your soft mornings, not of your stiff limbs. You wouldn't have wanted her last image of you to be of your body lying motionless on a hospital bed. But she still feels the need to go over to you, to trace mindless shapes on your arms, to kiss your hands, to hold you one last time. She wants to keep you close but can't bear to look at your face, knowing that if she does, everything will become real. So she keeps her hand interlocked with yours. Her ear, not touching but near enough to your chest for her to hear your faint heartbeat. 

Finally, her legs start to give out, she feels like the ground had been swept from beneath her. She sits and takes your hands in hers. Without thinking, she looks to her left and is faced with your closed eyes. You looked so peaceful. Tears start to run down her face, hitting your clothes.  

"I'm sorry" 

You're still motionless in your bed. 

She brings your hand to her lips and gently kisses your knuckles, just as she usually did in the mornings when she had to wake you up. 

"Please" she tries. Mina's face screws up as she tries to take in a breath. "You promised you would always come back" she whimpers into your hand. "Please" 

She knew this was for the better. You weren’t able to do anything. You couldn’t breathe on your own, you couldn’t think, you couldn’t feel. You wanted this to be your final act of kindness. 

"Mina," Your mother says, laying her hand on her shoulder. 

"No" She says, her voice coming out muffled by your hand. 

"The doctors needs to take her." she tries, as gently as she possibly can, trying to get her to let go. 

"I can take her there" she weekly says, afraid of the thought of letting you go. "She likes it when I hold her hand, I can't let go." 

"I-" she tries, a sob threatening to come out, your father silently crying at the scene in front of him.  

"She can hold her hand until we get there." A voice suddenly says. Another day, Mina would've turned and looked to see who it was. But right now, she couldn't tear her eyes away from you. 

"You can hold her hand while we bring her in, ok?" the gentle voice tells her as it’s owner proceeds with others to ready your body for transportation. 

Mina gets up, her hand still clutching yours. When she almost falls to her knees, knees buckling, they hold her up. 

She walks with you the whole way until she is stopped. 

"They need to take her now ok?" Your mom tries, her hand gently laying on her arm. 

Mina looks up from you for the first time. She looks at everyone, confused, like she couldn't understand what she had said, not knowing how to answer back. A hand is held out for her, hoping for Mina to take it so that they can take your body away. 

"It's ok." she says once she feels Mina's hand in hers. She pulls Mina in slowly, her arms wrapping around her frame. 

She watches you leave. 

Momo went to Mina as soon as she heard what had happened. When she got there, who she saw wasn’t the grown and confident woman she had watched her cousin become. It was the little girl who used to cling to her arm when they went to the playground, too afraid to be on her own in an unknown world. The look of confusion on her face when they had told her they had to take your body and separate them made her sick. She looked like a helpless child. She guides Mina to the car, she’s not saying anything. She has a dazed look in her eyes. She drives her home in silence.

As soon as she’s inside the bedroom, Mina seems to notice that she had been holding a bag. She opens it and inside she finds your rings and your glasses. The rim was broken. She wipes off the dust that had been collecting on the lens, folds them, and places them on your bedside table. She lays down and holds onto your pillow, quickly falling asleep.  

❂

“It was a lovely speech, we’re so sorry for your loss.”

Mina didn’t know how much longer she could stand there and hearing sorry’s from everyone you had ever known. While giving the speech, she didn’t feel like herself, there was this feeling of being watched by herself as if she was outside her own body. During the speech she felt the words run out of her mouth, she doesn’t remember writing them down, she doesn’t remember thinking about them, it all just spilled out. During the ceremony, she could feel Jihyo’s eyes burn into her, she hadn’t had the courage to face her, face any of your family and friends. She couldn’t face anything that was slightly related to you, even being in the same room as Otis was painful enough, being in the house you both had shared was a nightmare. That had a quick solution, however, she had moved back into her old apartment.

“Mina,” She couldn’t move. She knew she would have to face them eventually, but she thought, foolishly, that, maybe, some calls here and there would suffice. “Thank you for your words.”

She nods. She can’t bear to face them. “It’s nothing. She deserved more.”

“We would love to have you over,” Your father starts, slowly, knowing that Mina might not be ready as for now. “Sometimes talking helps, that’s what I’ve been told.” As soon as she met his eyes, she felt like her knees were about to give out from underneath her, she quickly grabbed onto Momo, not wanting to appear weak. His eyes were just like yours, even had the same smile lines around them, the same mole at the corner of your left eye. 

“We should.” She says, trying to convince herself that she would really accept and go to his house, to have a warm meal, and talk about you, about how much of a gift you were, about how you were taken away from them too soon. 

Just thinking about all that made her sick. 

She was grateful for Momo, she didn’t make small talk, and she didn’t hold it against her when she made no effort to talk or interact. 

After finally arriving home, she went straight to the shower, she wanted out of those clothes, they felt suffocating. As soon as the water hit her shoulders, she could feel herself decompress. The warm water running down her face, down her body, was all she needed. 

Once out of the shower, she searched for something to wear, it had been getting colder. Rummaging through the clothes proved to not be the best idea, she found your university hoodie. The same hoodie she had folded weeks prior as she was organizing the clothes and coincidentally had found the ring box inside. She shakily opens the box, and inside still sits the most beautiful ring she had ever seen. You thought it was smart to leave it at her old apartment since she barely went there. 

She doesn’t know how long she stood there, just staring at it, but Momo came worriedly to her room calling her name, so she assumed she had been there for a while. When she locks eyes with Momo, she can’t control the sob that wrecks through her, collapsing on the floor right after. 

“She’s gone” she whimpers, feeling Momo’s arms circle her frame. “I lost her”

The older girl doesn’t know what to say, seeing her younger cousin so heartbroken, so lost, so unlike the shy joyous girls she knew, she felt helpless. “Let’s get you to bed, ok?” 

“Please don’t leave” She whispers as she sees Momo start to leave the room. 

“I’m only getting some water, I’ll be right back you won’t even notice ok?” She quickly says, trying to be as reassuring as possible. Sleep came faster than her, soon she was asleep in the bed you had once shared.

[crimsoncandy04]

(cutely nudges my new fic towards you as I play with my hair shyly)

I wanted to try writing some angst Tumblr Kun... I-I hope you like it!

(It's with Wanderer again. Because I'm literally just a fan girl 🥺)

(also reader gets pregnant again because I didn't have any ideas at the time of starting this)

Your hands shake as you fight the urge to sob. Both of your friends from the akademiya, Layla and Faruzan, are sitting across from you at the cafe with their eyes wide. You continue on with what you were trying to explain.

"so yeah. It's Hat Guy's baby...I don't know how I could tell him. Or if I even should. You know how he's... well...?" You look at Faruzan for support who just shakes her head as she crosses her arms.

"Kids these days!" *She grumbles*

"Never thinking logically and just acting carelessly!"

Layla tries to speak up.

"Madam Faruzan, don't you think you're being a little...?"

"A little WHAT? I'm not insulting her. I'm just trying to get her to understand the gravity of the situation!"

Faruzan gets up and takes your wrist. Pulling you along behind her as Layla tries to keep up. Faru sets off at a furious pace, yet she keeps going on.

"It's not just you who's affected by your decision! Now I'm not saying a woman in this era couldn't handle something like this on her own, but as long as you're one of MY students you'll do the right thing and at least TRY to get the help of the father so you can keep working towards your own future goals too! I don't want to see you leave the akademiya for something as ordinary as parenting when you've proven time and time again that you have extraordinary potential!"

She lets go of your wrist once you three reach the akademiya and pushes you lightly in the direction of one of the side doors.

"I know you're worried about how he'll react but you need someone to help you with this kid otherwise your scores will plummet and I'll lose my best student! Now go." Faruzan and Layla watched as you took a deep breath then left to go up towards the sanctuary of suristhana. Wanderer had briefly mentioned that he would be seeing Nahida today for personal issues he needed help resolving and so you were planning on catching him as he left. He might have been able to move faster than humans could blink but he still had to use the doors and as long as you timed it right, you could catch your favorite antisocial fling before he fled the scene. Lest he be subjected to possible social interactions with anyone aside from his usual preferred 4 or 5 individuals.

It took a few hours but sure enough you heard the doors open. Quickly leaping down from the place above them where you had been lurking, you land in front of Wanderer who immediately scoffs at you and crosses his arms.

"Above the door? I've seen better. If you're trying to scare me don't bother. I know when someone is an actual threat and you won't get the reaction you're seeking from me."

You feel yourself getting nauseous suddenly. Archons why were you so painfully nervous about this.

How should you tell him about your...baby?

Wanderer rolls his eyes and pushes past you.

"look I don't know why you're here. But if it doesn't concern me then I'll be on my way."

You don't think as you panic and blurt out the truth.

"WandererImpregnantwithyourbabyandididntknowhowelsetotellyousoicameheretotryandtellyoubeforeyouleftthecityagain!" You're left panting a little as you spew everything out at once. Your heart racing in your chest as you hope he believes you.

"Umm is this some kind of joke? Pregnant? Impossible. I'm not human. Is this you trying to get attention or something?"

Wanderer had whirled around to glare daggers at you now as his voice turned almost venomous.

"Don't lie to me. If you want something, just say it. I don't appreciate games like these."

You suddenly felt your throat tighten a little.

Oh please don't start crying now.

"No please listen to me! I'm not lying! I know two months isn't that long but recently I started feeling unwell so I went to the doctor and after some tests they told me I was pregnant. It's real. I even brought the results here jus-" I pull out the small folded paper from my dress pocket and Wanderer snatches it from me rudely. Quickly unfolding it and scanning it with his eyes. An irritated expression on his face.

"All this says is that you're pregnant. It doesn't say it's mine. How do I know this isn't just a way for you to try and pawn someone else's brat on me?"

His words felt like blades. Brutally wounding your very character.

Was he seriously suggesting that you were some kind of deadbeat slut who manipulated men for their finances? Who...baby trapped people!?

You could feel your sorrow turn burning hot as you silently seethed over the insinuated accusation.

"I know it's yours because I haven't slept with anyone else in several years."

"yeah right. How in the world am I supposed to believe that me, an artificial being, is suddenly somehow capable of creating life? It's absolutely preposterous and I refuse to be a part of whatever sick prank this is!" Wanderer turned and proceeded to try and leave but you desperately chased after him. You grabbed his arm and pleaded with him to trust you.

He immediately shook you off and kept going. His final words to you being

"I'll believe you if you somehow manage to find solid proof of your story. Otherwise I think it's best that you keep your distance from me for now."

"But Wanderer pl-"

"Save it. Don't humiliate yourself any further by continuing this nonsense."

You wanted to say more as you watched him quickly use his vision then to take to the skies and leave you behind in your tears and frustration.

How could he?

You quickly hurried away from the sanctuary then and back into the akademiya where Faruzan and Layla immediately rushed over and began to ask what happened when they saw your pained expression and watery eyes.

"He didn't believe me. In fact he kept insisting that I was trying to be deceptive and even insinuated that my child isn't his...I don't know what to do. Right now I just want to go home."

Layla was looking increasingly distressed as she watched you hug Faruzan and sob bitterly into her arms.

"Perhaps there's some way we could convince him? Y/N did you remember to show him the letter the doctor gave you?" Layla wondered anxiously. Her eyes showing just how tired this was all making her yet despite it all, she remained supportive of you as your friend.

You nodded.

"yeah he even read it. He said it didn't say it was HIS baby and he won't believe me unless I have concrete proof that it is. I don't know what to do now. I don't want to be a single mother but it appears that I have no choice. I don't... have enough mora for the other option right now..."

Faruzan suddenly took your hand at those words and began to yank you back towards the sanctuary.

"hey where are we going? He's not there anymore and even if he was, I really don't want to see him like this. The last thing I want right now is for him to know he got to me."

"We're not looking for that good for nothing! I've seen him come and go many times from the archon's home up here. If she knows him then perhaps she could talk some sense into him and make him at least listen to us before insulting you again!"

Your eyes widen.

"Wait Faru no! I don't want to get Lord Kusunali involved in such a petty squabble like this! It's almost inappropriate! I'm sure if I just give Wanderer a little time-"

"There is no time! You're almost done with your first trimester now and soon you'll be too tired for a confrontation and then he'll-"

You're all three stopped suddenly as a small voice cuts Faruzan off. You all freeze as you notice the tiny archoness standing before you all in front of the sanctuary.

She crosses her arms.

"it seems many of my people are experiencing conflicts suddenly. This is the second disagreement I've heard today, mind telling me what's going on? I hate seeing you all bicker like this. I may not understand everything that's upsetting you, but i will try my best to!"

The dendro archoness smiled sweetly at you all as she walked over and singled you out in particular.

"Like an abundant river overflowing onto a grassy bank, tears are often a way for people to express the bigger emotions that otherwise would go unsaid. It appears that much has overwhelmed you in particular today. Would you feel comfortable telling me what has upset you like this?" The little pale goddess stands before you and takes your hand as you struggle to even open your mouth. You kneel down in front of her.

She closes her eyes and for a few seconds is utterly silent. Then she suddenly looks at you with the most genuine expression of concern and also understanding.

"It seems you caught my helper on a bad day. This outburst is almost unlike him. At least regarding a topic like this. While I can't undo the harshness of his words and what bitter feelings they may have planted in your mind, I can promise you that I will try to speak to him about how he handled the news of your situation and encourage him to try and see things from your perspective."

You nodded your head and continued to stay silent as you felt a little relief in knowing that you had in fact nothing to be ashamed of regarding your angry tears towards Wanderer and his reaction.

You slowly rose to your feet after that and waited for Faruzan to finish talking with the archon next.

"I'm grateful for your help archon but please understand that that BULLY learning to acknowledge that others have feelings too isn't exactly going to help my student here when she's tired and struggling to balance two lives at once! He needs to take some responsibility here and help Y/N with their child so she doesn't have to sacrifice her ENTIRE life just to keep HIS offspring fed! That's hardly fair when he also is the reason this kid exists just as much as my friend here!"

Faruzan looked beyond pissed but was clearly trying to stay as respectful as she could. Layla could sense the tension now and was looking quite uncomfortable as she fidgeted nervously beside you.

Lord Kusunali seemed to be unbothered by Faruzan's anger and just responded normally.

"I understand your concerns. But I know the type of individual my helper is. Forcing him to be a part of Y/N's life when he isn't sure what he wants from this situation will only cause him to respond with more hostility and aggression. And in her condition, Y/N is in no place to endure such a person regardless of their connection with her and her baby." She explained.

Faruzan looked like she was going to burst a vessel as she immediately spat back.

"What about Y/N? When does SHE get a fair chance to decide what she wants from any of this? Time won't stop while that deadbeat struggles to comprehend the fact that he was a descendant! And if my friend has to endure this while being unprepared then so should he!"

Faruzan and Lord Kusunali went back and forth meanwhile Layla began to panic and even hyperventilated a little as she appeared to be on the verge of some kind of breakdown. Finally she seemed to snap but instead of spiraling out of control in some way, she grew oddly calm and collected as she went over and placed a gentle hand on Faruzan's shoulder.

"This stress isn't good for you Madam Faruzan. Let alone Y/N. Let's take a few minutes and think about what we can do here. Firstly, it seems that regardless if our archon agrees with you or not, that man is not going to be easily found. He often disappears for long periods of time from what I've heard from others in the past. This is very like him. Secondly, Y/N just needs help until her baby is old enough to attend their own classes at the akademiya and she can finally have some free time at the beginning of the day. I think as her friends, that helping her ourselves during this time will mean the world to her and even show her that she isn't alone in this." Layla spoke in a very soothing tone. Her demeanor is almost like another woman entirely. It bothers you only for a few seconds though as you realize she's trying to help you.

Faruzan goes quiet as if contemplating something then sighs as she apologizes to the archon and gives Layla a small nod.

"You're right. I suppose I did overreact a little there. But I'm just concerned about Y/N! I'll gladly help you and her as much as I can but I still can't allow that jerk to just wander free while our friend is forced to take full responsibility for a child she certainly didn't make herself!"

Faruzan waved goodbye to the archon as she motioned for me to follow her and Layla back down to the akademiya again for now.

"What if I told you I have an idea of how we could prove that Hat Guy is the father?" Layla mentioned as you three went to congregate in the library for more privacy.

You sat at a large table between your friends pretending to read so no one bothered you all as you listened to Layla's plan.

"It's going to take a bit of time to save up enough mora. But if we can pay for it, a paternity test is very much needed here to show Hat Guy that Y/N is being truthful here."

"And just how are we going to be able to get his DNA for that?"

"Easy, tomorrow we inform the archon of our idea. Then we ask her to tell him what we need. It's not like we're doing anything bad, once we explain to the archon that this test will show us if he's the genetic father or not, I'm sure Hat Guy won't mind doing it. He doesn't want this to be happening about as much as any of us do. He won't say no." Layla assured.

Faruzan didn't look convinced but seemed just as exhausted by then as you felt and agreed for the sake of agreeing.

After that you all made plans for how this new arrangement was going to work.

It would be a few years before any child of yours was old enough to attend school and until then both Layla and Faruzan had promised to support you and help you where Wanderer couldn't.

You really didn't want to see him any time soon after he insulted you and called you a liar so in short you took up the offer to stay with Faruzan and Layla at her house until you could find more time to learn to balance work, school, and being a mother.

After that you went back to your small and crappy home to say one last goodbye as you and Faruzan went to gather your things and move you in with her.

You never really liked your place. It was all that was left by the time you arrived in Sumeru for school and so you couldn't afford to be picky and bought it. Maybe in the future, when you were able to hire someone and your child was older, you could move back here and perhaps renovate it and make it better. But for now you were happy to be living in the rather nice home of your friend.

The next day arrived faster than you expected and despite wanting to go with Faruzan and Layla to see the archon again and tell her about what you planned to do to resolve this situation, you felt more tired than usual today and opted to stay back instead and rest. Layla offered to stay with you and at first you refused but Faruzan said it would be better since she wanted to personally apologize in a more heartfelt way for getting upset with Lord Kusunali yesterday. And so she went alone while you and Layla remained at home both taking well deserved naps.

***TIME SKIP***

It took a few days for Wanderer to finally make an appearance and a few more days before he finally gave word to Lord Kusunali that whenever you all needed him, he'd allow you to collect a DNA sample from him.

By the time you were able to get everything together and mailed off, you were finally into the beginning stages of your second trimester and were starting to show a little at last.

Most of your clothes were getting uncomfortable at that point so you went out and bought some comfy sundresses and flowy clothes instead. After all, you would be outdoors in the future chasing after a small child, you would need the leg room to hurry after them. And stuff like this just looked cute regardless so you could wear them in public too!

Everything seemed to be going okay until you ran into the last person you wanted to see while out shopping, Wanderer.

He stared at you with a dismissive look in his eyes as he stood across the street helping Traveler of all people with what appeared to be some kind of errand.

You quickly tried to hurry away but Aether spotted you and immediately rushed over to say hi.

"Y/N! I haven't seen you in so long! Are you doing okay?" He wondered as he pulled you into a big hug and then smiled kindly at you as he set you back down and took notice of your appearance.

"oh wow you look so pretty in this gown! You should consider bright colors more often in the future. They compliment you so well!" You couldn't help but notice a small hint of color on your friend's face as he quickly looked you over and tried to hide it.

How cute. He still had a crush didn't he? As awkward as it felt you did feel a little flattered by the attention since you hadn't been feeling as hot lately due to gaining more weight and sleeping more.

"Yeah it's new. I bought a few more in other colors too but I liked this one the most and wanted to wear it out today. So you really like it?" You asked. Trying to ignore the withering look Wanderer was shooting at you from behind Aether.

The hell was his problem suddenly?

Aether quickly nodded.

"yes a lot actually. You just look really good in it. Any reason for the sudden wardrobe change though? It's unlike you to wear stuff like this." He suddenly asked as he seemed to finally set his large golden eyes on the small swell of your belly.

"oh my...Y/N are you?" Aether's expression suddenly became stunned but he reached out to touch your belly anyway.

You allowed this as you desperately try to explain but keep things vague.

"yes. I'm pregnant. Not extremely far along yet but I'm about 4 months now. I'm kinda fat so that's why I'm clothes shopping today."

"Who's the father?"

The forbidden question at long last. You could practically feel Wanderer mentally daring you to say his name.

You didn't want to see him today nor give him the satisfaction of seeing you be so negatively affected by his presence like this. But you also didn't wanna make Aether feel like his friend was in the wrong here. And so you just lied.

"He left Sumeru. I actually don't like talking about it. It's a wound that will probably never truly heal but I'm managing alright on my own thanks to Faruzan and Layla's help."

"You're staying with friends? Well that's good. I'd hate to hear that you're all alone like this. So at least you have them right?" Aether asked cheerfully. Clearly noticing that the vibe was weird between the two people around him but choosing to ignore it for now.

"definitely. In fact I'll be living in the same house as them for convenience. Probably until my child is at least 5 or 6 and they can go to school during the day and give me time to pick up my life again after that."

"So you have a plan already? Wow you're so good at this Y/N. Who knew you'd turn out to be such a great mom?" Aether complimented as you saw Wanderer let out a frustrated huff and cross his arms impatiently.

Aether took the hint.

"Well sorry Y/N, we should get going now. We have to deliver some stuff to this old man outside the city. I'll try to see you later though. Get back safe please!" He called out as he hurried away. Wanderer gave you a strange look you've never seen on him before but ultimately he just brushed you off again as he followed after Aether.

You just went back home after that.

Faruzan was extremely upset over the fact that Wanderer was apparently giving you dirty looks in public and trying to run your friend off like you were some terrible woman. She said it was cruel to be acting this way toward you when you hadn't been proven guilty of doing anything deserving of it.

You just told her to forget about it. Because at this point you didn't even really see him the same and even after you were proven to be an honest woman when the results came in.

You really didn't want him around.

***Time Skip***

It took almost 6 weeks before the results of the paternity test arrived in the mail. By then you were just about six months pregnant and unable to stand for long most days. So naturally you just told Faruzan to wait until she met up with Wanderer and Lord Kusunali before opening the letter lest Wanderer claim they were forged or something else awful.

You would be staying with Layla again until Faruzan got back later with the news.

Honestly you just wanted to sleep. This entire thing with Wanderer had kept you worried for so long. Mostly because you didn't want him to really be around you much afterwards.

He wasn't the same person you had had spontaneous and passionate flings with anymore. This Wanderer was really cruel to you and often unfair.

It was a side of him that you really didn't want to have to live with or even be around. In fact you almost dreaded him knowing the truth now.

Would he want to be close to you again?

You didn't really want someone who thought so lowly of you to touch you if you were honest with yourself.

You didn't want to have to be in the same room with him constantly complaining or snapping at you while you were meant to be bonding with your baby.

You were a little excited about being a mother these days too. You had picked out a name and even sang to your unborn now and then before you fell asleep so they would sleep too.

They liked your voice it seemed.

And the idea of growing a tiny person inside of your tummy had finally seemed a little less scary to you as you reminded yourself that you, in the end, were just as much a part of the tiny infant inside as the other person you slept with was.

You went to lay down in your bed and relax for a bit like usual. Expecting sleep to hit eventually like it usually did when you were too worried to do much else.

However this time

Peace never came

Instead after a few minutes of trying to steady your breathing and find a comfortable position to lie down in, suddenly out of nowhere

A sharp stabbing pain was felt in your lower back. It felt like a jolt of fire. One that quickly dulled yet came back again within the hour slightly worse.

You tried to get up to go get some pain medicine yet as you stood up the pain seemed to surge through you and radiate throughout your entire lower abdomen like period cramps that had come straight from the fucking abyss and were attempting to kill you.

Oh no

No no no

Please no

You barely had time to collapse to your knees on the ground before more pain came.

"LAYLA!!!" You shriek at the top of your lungs as you swear you feel something wet between your legs.

You hear footsteps racing towards your bedroom before a terrified looking Layla hurries in and freezes up as she sees you kneeling on the floor in a puddle of your own fluids. Your water had broken WAY earlier and faster than expected.

And Layla didn't know what to do.

"What happened!? Oh my! Should I get a doctor? No! A towel? I don't know what I shou-" Layla seemed to suddenly stumble in front of you. She caught the doorframe halfway through her near collapse and within seconds you seemed to be looking into the eyes of that other version of Layla that you had glimpsed a few months ago.

She immediately went over and grabbed the blanket from your bed and wrapped it around your shoulders as she helped you to your feet and told you to try and walk for as long as you could.

You were going to a hospital.

***Time Skip***

You disassociated as Layla hurried you along the back streets of Sumeru City to the closest medical clinic. Immediately upon seeing you in your state, several nurses rushed over and helped you into one of the beds before setting to work.

It took many hours.

But eventually after being given some medicine and a midwife who seemed to have experience in premature deliveries, you were able to give birth to a tiny baby boy. You weren't given an opportunity to hold him as he was immediately taken somewhere else to be given support as he was barely able to cry on his own and seemed so terribly small and fragile.

Too fragile.

That was what the issue was.

You were cleaned up and given time to rest as you heard a doctor explaining to Layla close by that you would survive and premature deliveries induced by stress were not uncommon but terribly unfortunate. Comforting words for everyone else.

But not for you.

You had terrible nightmares about your son not making it. His poor little heart just not being strong enough to withstand the horrible world around him and giving up before it even truly started.

It was unfair.

Everything about this pregnancy was unfair.

But eventually as you would awaken later, you would be greeted with news that you had expected.

But still tore you apart inside nonetheless.

The doctor from before would greet you upon awakening from your painful slumber. His face grim as the words left his lips.

Your son couldn't make it.

You couldn't hear anything after that.

A loud ringing filled your ears and didn't stop no matter what you did or said.

Only one thought remained in your mind.

You didn't even get to hold him.

***Time Skip***

Two weeks went by after that.

You learned a lot of things then.

Faruzan had informed Wanderer of the positive test results.

He had said nothing at first upon realizing his mistake and just kinda left the sanctuary to be by himself for a while presumably.

Faruzan and Lord Kusunali had learned of your premature delivery when the dendro archoness had been summoned in a hurry to try and help a newborn who had apparently been birthed under stressful/sudden circumstances and was suffering from a weakened and underdeveloped heart.

Lord Kusunali had been present as your son was regrettably pronounced dead within the hour.

No one had heard from Wanderer since it was revealed without a doubt that he had been the father.

Faruzan doubted he even cared that it had passed.

Or that you were clearly mentally unwell after the incident.

Everyone who entered your room said the same thing.

You would just stare at the ceiling and say nothing.

All day.

Everyday.

It took someone else interfering to keep you bathed and fed. Because as far as anyone else could tell, you had just given up on everything and resigned to your bed for the foreseeable future.

In fact you hardly even remember ever moving from your hospital bed to your own bed back at the house. It just seemed to happen and one day you noticed.

You remember Wanderer visiting you at some point too. But you couldn't find the energy to say anything to him. Your mouth wouldn't move to form the words no matter how many times he seemed to return and try to coax you into some food or a conversation with him.

He would end up just sitting there in the room with you. Saying nothing for hours until Faruzan usually kicked him out finally.

You felt trapped in your own body. Unable to move or speak. You simply... couldn't find a reason why.

So you didn't.

Eventually it started feeling like you had forgotten how entirely.

Life seemed repetitive and pointless.

And it didn't help that sometimes when you were completely alone, you could hear what sounded like a baby's laughter coming from somewhere around you where you couldn't see.

You often wondered if it was your baby.

Was he happy now?

Did he miss his momma's voice?

You would sing to him again if you could. But you didn't know where he was.

Maybe he was with your grandmother and grandfather somewhere.

Was that why he sounded so happy?

Were they watching over him for you?

Keeping him safe and telling him how much you still loved him?

You didn't even realize you were walking on your own feet again at first. You just felt the floor beneath them as you got up from your bed and wandered away from the window.

***Time Break***

(Wanderer's POV)

He hated himself.

He knew without a doubt as he had watched the life vanish from your eyes that day that it had been entirely all HIS fault all of this happened.

He just couldn't believe it at first.

And he reacted in a way that he would live to regret every day afterwards.

But there was nothing he could do.

What was done could never be undone now.

And Wanderer had experience when accepting truths like this.

Because in a way he had killed you that day too.

Months came and went.

He tried every damn day to visit you once you were home.

He would spend the rest of your lives trying to atone for what he had done. Yet he knew nothing would fix it.

Nothing would fix...you.

Wanderer would try to make small meals he remembered that you enjoyed and bring them to you.

He'd keep your space clean for you and even try to talk to you daily.

But you never answered him.

No.

The woman who sat before him was truly just a ghost of the girl he once fell for. The same girl who he had done wrong by again and again and again.

All because HE was an unworthy and vile being who never deserved such affection. Because HE had failed to handle such a gift from possibly fate itself with care.

And of course.

It had all been taken from him.

It was all he could do to stay by your side at that point and mourn the idea of what he could have had.

A family of his own.

A sweet and caring partner who trusted him.

A son.

His son.

Who he had denied every chance he got.

He truly was such a foolish being.

He deserved this fate.

And much more.

He'd never deny this.

In fact the day Wanderer came over one day to find you upon the floor. Laying colder than the wood beneath your discarded body, he was deeply hurt by this discovery.

But he knew this was the punishment he deserved.

You had taken your life because he had made this one unworth living for you.

He deserved to hold your icy corpse in his arms as a reminder of his transgressions.

At least now you were somewhere smiling again.

Because surely a gentle spirit like you, had a beautiful afterlife awaiting her.

He wouldn't ruin that for you too.

Which is why despite what he truly wanted the day he watched you be put into the earth from afar, he vowed to stay alive for as long as possible.

He would willingly carry this sin on his shoulders along with the many others before it as a permanent reminder

That he would never be human.

And he DIDN'T deserve to be.

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Alejandro: Have you seen Celia?

Marco: She’s upstairs. 

Alejandro: Why?

Marco: She’s not too well. She just needs a bit of time alone.

Alejandro: [sigh] She’s really been hard to understand lately. 

Marco: Can we talk for a bit? 

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Marco: I know it's been difficult between Celia and you at home lately. I can't help but think about how I was as a father when you were a teenager. I want to know how you felt about our relationship back then.

Alejandro: It was fine, dad. Why are you bringing this up now?

Marco: Alejandro, you and your sister fled from home as soon as you could and didn’t speak to me for years. It was hard on your mother to be caught in the middle. It took an emergency to force us together again. 

Elena: Marisol is in an ambulance. We have to go. 

Marco: We thought we were losing her... 

Alejandro: I remember… I rushed there too as soon as I heard.

Marco: I had a difficult relationship with your sister. I think I didn’t quite know how to connect with her. She had this habit of pushing my boundaries. Remember the kid with the blue, spiky hair?

Alejandro: Yeah…?

Marco: I used to think she’d purposefully hunt down the kids that would tick me off the most to go out with just to challenge me. It took a long time for me to realize it had nothing to do with me. 

Alejandro: You wouldn’t have avoided me for years if I was a good father. 

Alejandro: Dad, you were fine. I didn’t understand it back then, but I got it eventually. As a teen, I thought I knew, but I didn’t know anything. I made dumb mistakes. Teens need someone to control them and manage what can be avoided.

Marco: Ah… control. Yes, that’s exactly what I thought. I was protecting you by deciding for you what was best. Thing is, I didn’t know anything either. You two were living in a world much different than the world I grew up in. I didn’t have a quarter of the information needed to make those decisions for you.

Marco: If you want a good parenting model, look to your mother. I was suffocating you. She was guiding you to what you needed in order to grow.

Marco: When we were at the hospital, I made a promise to your mother and to myself, to do what I must to rebuild a relationship with you two. I worked hard on it, and I’ve learned that if I make the effort to walk in your shoes for a bit, it’s not so easy to jump to conclusions and impose my opinion.

Alejandro: And what do you suggest I do?

Marco: If I came at you with my solution, what would you learn from it? And what if it failed…? Let’s talk through it. What is your problem?

Alejandro: My daughter is acting out and my wife is angry at me for the way I handled it. 

Marco: [takes a deep breath] Instead of focusing on what she’s doing, how about you focus on why she’s doing it? You have any ideas?

Alejandro: You’ve talked to Catalina… 

Marco: [chuckles] She told you this already? Maybe there’s some truth to it then, no?

Alejandro: I don’t know where to start. 

Marco: Observation. That’s my suggestion. Don’t react, don’t talk. Just look and listen for a bit. Isn’t this what you do with your patients?

Alejandro: And I thought you’d be on my side…

Marco: I am. That’s why I’m here, with you, now. And because I know your daughter’s going through something. She needs… a different approach to parenting right now.

Alejandro: Will you tell me what it is?

Marco: It’s not my story to tell. 

Alejandro: How come you’re involved?

Marco: Seems life’s giving me another go at parenting a teenager. [snorts] Your mother would say it’s karma for what I put her through. We should head back. I’d really like to talk about this again with you some time, if you want to.

Alejandro: Yeah… I’d like that too.

[2minutesnotice]

Why People With Mental Illness And Trauma Deserve Love

(and why Blitzø Buckso is one of them)

Grab yourself some snacks and a drink, I'll have a talk with you people who go all for the

"If you can't love yourself, you can't love anybody else"

mantra, which is toxic as fuck.

And sorry for the typos 😬🥲

SPOILER WARNING Full Moon

tw:mental illness / coping mechanism / self harm self worth / shitty parenting /abusive and toxic relationships

First of all, I'm autistic, so a lot of scenarios I'll give you will come from my experiences because it's easier for me to feel empathy that way and explain a situation.

BLITZØ IN FULL MOON

People come into my DMs and want to rant with me about him. I get it. It seems he's an asshole.

And he IS.

Blitzø has multiple character traits which are trauma coded and boy what a can of worms that is. Most of them are really hard in your face, like the fact that he can't stand his own face in pictures.

Which comes from a deep rooted self hate, which comes up in self worth issues. Blitzø had his fair experience with drugs and alcohol , even drowned himself in last to get over his shitty experience with Stolas at Ozzie's.

I'm not saying he's suicidal, but Blitzø's biggest fear is, to die alone.

Because he KNOWS how he is. That makes him really self reflected. He knows how he behaves, he knows his own coping mechanisms.

That's why it's so easy to make him mad. He's mostly angry at himself in most situations, so it also happened in Full Moon. Blitzø uses anger to get things out of people, because most people react to anger, but he's not doing it to HURT people, it's the only way he knows how to get an reaction out of people.

The reaction HE wants. Since Blitzø has no self worth he has no clue WHY people should love him. So he shoves them away and keeps them at distance.

At the same time he CRAVES intimacy. And here's the conflict. Blitzø's love language is sex.

He feels the closest to people if he can be intimate with them. And yes, even in a weird "I fuck Chaz to be close to M&M" kind of way. He is krass with his talking about sex, he over shares, he LOVES to talk about sex.

Because he's good at it. And because it gets him close to people. If the show had more time I bet we would've seen Blitzø having multiple one night stands over the time. Yes, even with his arrangement with Stolas. Because there was sex before there were feelings. Definitely.

Shitty Parenting x Self Worth

Blitzø got sold by his own father as a play buddy for a rich kid. Yes the rich kid was Stolas and it was cute, but still, rich kid.

And we all have seen, that he wasn't good at what his father made him do in the circus but what Blitzø always had, was his pride. Also, he's very good at making things up as they go. Doing that damn horse balloon and making a joke about it, shows how he is capable of selling himself still as the best, even if it isn't so.

We don't know much about Tilla, but we know Blitzø definitely had a closer relationship to her then to his father.

I know we only have two concrete scenes which show what kind of an relationship Cash and his son had, but the "I wish you were my son" card for Fizz kinda draws us the picture here.

As a child who always had to compete with a sister which was highly gifted, this does something to you.

You try to be better, at any cost. Sounds familiar?

"I'll try to be better".

But what? In what will he try to be better? I think Blitzø doesn't even know at what he will try to be better, he just does not want to lose this. But what is this?

RELATIONSHIPS

IF Blitzø would have just cared about his business, he would've walked away with the crystal. Just like that. He would've said

"Thank Satan, I thought I would lose my business,thanks Stolas, it was nice as it lasted" and he would've been gone.

But he didn't. He listened to what Stolas said but he didn't LISTEN. Because it was confusing as fuck, even as The Audience just watching it was a LOT what was said and going from

"I'll let you go" to "I have feelings for you, please stay" in a second.

And of course Blitzø would not understand that. Because Stolas could not MEAN it. Because Stolas has servants who are Imps and he called him names, a plaything and if Blitzø is anything for Stolas, at first, he's a whore.

Blitzø sold his body for a service. For his business.

They could have made that arrangement about ANYTHING. Money, another hitman service, bodyguarding.

STOLAS made it about sex. The thing Blitzø knows, the one he CRAVES, the thing he is good at, besides killing people.

But the one thing Blitzø is not good at, are words and feelings. And Stolas had a lot of them, at once. And it felt not fair for Blitzø to be cornered like that, because he had no idea what was expected from him. And then he used the ONLY thing he knows, which always gets something out of people: Anger.

That's the words and feelings he knows.

And he got an reaction, but also had to deal with the consequences.

STOLAS AT FULL MOON

I love Stolas. But he he's living in a romance novel world and there's also, trauma.

Stolas first words I had imprinted in my mind were "I always thought love could be fun". He wished for a happy family his whole life and all he got was an abusive wife and a loveless marriage.

He is a dreamer. Someone who loves the small things and he is caring. He loves to indulge in fiction, he loves telenovelas because even if there's drama, there are relationships. Something he never had experienced.

Stolas is a soft soul. But he's repressed and depressed as fuck. And that's not only because of Stella, but his upbringing and the knowledge to live in a Golden Cage. But he never voices that he has problems with THAT.

See, Stolas is a prince, he grew up with servants, Imps mostly. In a palace. Even if he despises Stella's parties, I bet if he wouldn't be an outsider in his own race, he would be the one doing the parties himself. It would do him some good because Stolas is also, lonely.

While Blitzø lived in Circus tents and tried to proof himself, Stolas had to proof that he's worthy his title as a prince. Being married, the whole heir thing, his duties.

And then Blitzø appears out of fucking nowhere, seducing him (like in his novels!), staying with him the whole night (showing him he's obviously gay), showing him he can choose, that he HAS A CHANCE to be happy.

With Blitzø.

And then we see the duet and the second Stolas sings about how he wants this to go, I knew they will fuck up. Because Stolas had played out this scenario SO OFTEN in his head, that he has so many images of Blitzø in his head that he knows this will not work out good. He has hopes and dreams but in the end, the decision falls on Blitzø.

So we go to Full Moon and Blitzø reacts... poorly. He even mocks him. And then he starts screaming and shouting and guess who else was always shouting and screaming? Guess who told Stolas his whole marriage that he's not worth anything. That he's not worth of love, that he's a failure, that his head is in the clouds and mocked him about everything he loves.

Blitzøs only way to cope with too many feelings is anger, Stolas trauma is based on anger and rejection.

But Stolas reacted so FAST. He gave Blitzø the crystal and he told him that he gives him the offer to stay, because he has feelings for him (like in his novels!) and his hopes are so high and the second he does not get what he wants, what he needs, he snaps. He's disappointed. He's hurt.

Because he wants this so bad to work.

But it can't, because they're for now reading the same book, but they're so not on the same page.

Because, and now we're getting there, they have to deal with what was said.

TRAUMA AND RELATIONSHIPS

I'm married for ten years now. My wife and I met each other 20 years ago.

I was suicidal back then, I cut myself regularly, I was depressed and had an eating disorder.

But I had friends. And I had relationships. And I loved so so deeply.

And then I got together with my wife 11 years ago. I was freshly diagnosed with being autistic, my wife has ADHD.

She also has several PTSD triggers, I have childhood trauma from living with my Mom who's an alcoholic.

And yes, I am able to have an relationship. We love each other dearly, we care about each other. We learn from each other, daily.

We have bad days, but we are GOOD for each other.

Because you DESERVE TO BE LOVED, no matter what.

In the first place is always that you're responsible for yourself. You can't trauma dump on your partner in excessive ways because that's not healthy. BUT learning to share your experiences but still being responsible for yourself and your actions, is a whole different thing.

You can love and be loved, even at your lowest.

But you have to be aware that your partner is not your therapist and that communication in a relationship, in which both parties are mentally ill, is KEY.

You have to go to the same ground, you have to explain what are your boundaries, what are your triggers but you have also to accept that the other one is sometimes not able to deal with your package.

My wife and I, we communicate DAILY. We have totally different needs. We have totally different views and patterns to deal with things. But we love each other.

Because we respect each other's differences.

And that's the homework for Stolas and Blitzø. They don't have to TO GET BETTER, they have to grow and they have to listen, communicate instead of just dumping expectations at each other.

You can't expect someone to break a pattern that is carved by trauma, just because you tell them you love them. And you can't expect that someone's listening when you push all their triggers at once.

I'm really excited how this will go. It's heartbreaking but I guess now that everything is said, they can finally be honest, without all the trauma dumping and pushing buttons.

And as I said:

You're worth of love. You're worth to be loved and you can give love, even at your lowest. Your deserve love, even at your lowest. You ARE loved.

Thank you for reading! ✨ Gold Star for you!

[f1rewr1t3r]

Rq! Mickey and Ian who adopt/foster an angry teenage girl (that’s the only type of person I could ever see Mickey looking after.)

based on this request ☝️☝️

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Summary: When Ian and Mickey’s foster daughter defend them.

Gallovich x Adopted!Daughter!Reader (platonic)

~Mickey and Ian pov~

It was a random Tuesday morning and Ian and Mickey were laying in bed after a very…eventful night. Ian had been thinking about fostering, or even adopting for a few weeks but he didn’t know how Mick would react to it. So he made an appointment with the foster system. An appointment Mickey didn’t know about. “Hey, Mick, cmon we gotta go” Ian said before sitting up and stretching. “The fuck you mean we gotta go, where the fuck we goin,” Mickey asked confused as to where they might have to go. As Ian started getting dressed he said, “I made us an appointment.” Mickey stood up before staying, “The fuck kinda appointment we gotta go to at,” he paused and looked at the clock on the nightstand before continuing, “9 in the fuckin mornin?” Ian sighed, “Just get dressed and I’ll tell you on the way there.” Mickey just sighs and grumbles some curses before getting dressed and following Ian out to the car.

The started driving to the agency office, before Mickey finally asks, “so where the fuck we goin?” getting impatient. Ian hesitates before saying, “We’re headed to the DCFS office.” He says in a hesitant tone. Mickey has a confused look on his face before saying, “the fuckin child and family services place, what in the holy fuck are we going there for?” Ian looks over at Mickey, “Because I think we should foster a kid, I really think we should up our relationship and try having a kid and look it’s just fostering right now so if it doesn’t work out then we’ll know. But I mean you’re great with Franny and I think this could be a good thing for us.” Mickey thinks for a few minutes. “You know what fuck it why the fuck ye ru not, but ain’t raising no my little pony fuck ass kid ok,” he says. Ian laughs, “Mick you couldn’t raise a kid like that even if you tried.”

They pull into the DCFS parking lot and after a few minutes they go in and meet the case worker. She comes out in a typical office outfit and greets Mickey and Ian with a smile and a handshake. “Hi you must be Mr Gallagher and Mr Milkovich,” she said in a sweet tone. “Yes ma’am that’s us,” Ian replied trying to match her tone. “Well it’s lovely to meet you, you can go ahead and follow me to my office.” She says before walking toward her office. Ian and Mickey exchange looks before following her to her office. They sit down adjacent to her when she sits at her desk and puts a few files on her desk. She clears her throat before speaking, “we’ve gone over you both and done background checks and I do understand that you both have a minor criminal record but both of your parole officers have signed off on you both being clean.” Ian and Mickey look at each other with confusion before Ian responds, “any certain reason why you are being so lenient.” He asks hesitantly. The case worker sighs, “look I’m going to be completely honest, we’ve already chosen a child for you. Her name is y/n and she is a heathen. She’s been through 12 different foster homes in just 3 years. Even gone to juvie once-“ Before she could continue Mickey interjects, “what she go to juvie for?” The case worker looks at him before answering his initial question.

“Assault and battery. Her last placement was, I admit, a poor one. Her foster parents were apparently quite abusive and y/n didn’t take kindly to people putting their hands on her. She spent 6 months in juvie and was on parole for the rest of the year.” Mickey nods, “sweet.” Ian immediately looks over at him and nudges him, giving him a stern look. “I-I mean that’s terrible.” Mickey corrects himself. The case worker looks at the two of them before speaking again, “I’ve spoken to the state and we believe her being with someone with a similar… temperament might be better for her. Maybe even call her down a bit. We really just need to get her out of our hair for a while. We do have her here today if you would like to meet her.” Ian and Mickey is a bit taken aback but agree to meeting y/n.

A few minutes later the case worker opens the door to reveal a handcuffed y/n and a husky security guard with a name tag that says Dave. The girl walks over to the chair and raises her wrists, signaling Dave to uncuff her. “Is this really necessary” Ian asks with a chuckle. The case worker chuckles before responding to him, “oh it’s just some precautionary measures due to some…previous incidents.” Mickey slightly laughs at the comment. Dave takes the keys and uncuffs y/n. She plops down on the chair before saying, “Thanks Davey” she feigns a sweet tone before turning serious, “now you and your overweight Oompa Loompa lookin ass can leave.” In that moment Mickey starts laughing hysterically, and Ian has to refrain himself from doing the same. The case worker rubs her temples before muttering, “lord help me.” Dave sighs and says to the girl, “always a pleasure y/n,” before he walks out of the room. The case worker turns to look at the three and says, “I have some other things to tend to, so I will let you three get acquainted. Dave will be just outside the door, should anything go…awry.” She proceeds to shut the door as I slouch back in my chair and look at the two men. We sit there in silence for a second before I speak up, “Sooooooo, are you guys like gay?” Mickey pipes up and says, “well no he is, I just like having another man’s dick in my ass” he points to Ian as he speaks. Ian immediately look at Mickey, “MICK!” I start laughing before sitting up. “No no it’s ok, that’s chill. I was just askin.”

Ian looks at me with a bit of surprise before responding, “yes we’re gay.” I nod slightly, “I fuck with that. So what’s kinda the sitch with me, I guess.” Ian hesitated before looking at his husband then back at me. “Well we would love to foster you if that something that you’d be interested in.” I think for a moment before telling him, “honestly I’m down, I need to get away from this ratchet hoe of a case worker, if you can even call her that. The only thing she works is my last goddamn nerve.” Mickey and Ian take one more look at me then each other before Mickey states, “then I guess we have some paper work to sign.”

Ian and Mickey decide to foster y/n and so they bring her home the next week, everything was going smoothly… until it wasn’t.

Ian was in the middle of his work day when he had gotten a call from the high school. “Hello?” Ian said as he answered the phone. A shrill elderly woman answered back, “is this the guardian of Y/n Y/L/N?” Ian started becoming confused and worried. “Yes I am, is everything ok is she alright?!” He heard the woman sigh before responding to his initial question. “Sir you might want to come down to the school.” And with that he hung up and dashed out to the car and started driving. While he was on his way to the school he called Mickey. “Yo what’s going on.” Is the first thing Mickey said. It was unusual for Ian to just call outta the blue. “I just got a call from the school. Something about y/n.” Ian replied in a worried tone. “Oh fuck ok, I can’t make it to the school in time but I’ll meet you at the house.” Mickey said hurriedly. “Alright bye.” And with that Ian hung up and dashed to the school.

When He arrived at the school, he went to the office and told the secretary that he was here to the see principal about his foster child. She let him in after giving him a visitors pass. He walked into the pristine office where y/n was sitting in a chair outside the room. He immediately walked up to her and kneeled down to her level, “hey are you ok what happened.” All the girl did was pull away from him and he took that as I sign to leave her alone for a second. He walked into the spotless office and approached the desk. The principal stood up and outstretched his hand, signaling Ian to shake it. They shook hands when the principal spoke. “Mr…Gallagher was it?” Ian took a seat on the chairs in front of the desks. “Yes sir. Is everything ok, your secretary didn’t give me much insight as to what is going on.” Ian asked, wanting an answer to some questions he had. The principal sighed as he leaned back. “Mr. Gallagher, I’m afraid y/n is going to have to be suspended for the next 7 school days.” Ian was now not only confused but upset. What did y/n do and why. “May I ask why.” He asked, trying to maintain a calmer tone. “You see, y/n was in the middle of her Algebra 2 class and was talking with another student when she jumped out of her seat and started assaulting the boy. By the time the police officer had come into the room and pulled her off of the boy he was bloodied and bruised. Paramedics were called and he is now in the hospital.” Ian had to take a minute to process the information before he finally found the words to respond. “Well is the boy alright?” “Oh he’s fine, he does have a broken nose and a concussion but I’m afraid the damage might’ve been worse if the officer had not been nearby. Now I must ask you to take your daughter off the premises and we’ll give you a call soon about her assignments that she’ll need to have completed when she returns,” the principal stated.

Ian walked out of the room swiftly, “get up y/n. We’re leaving.” He said annoyed. The girl followed him swiftly and they walked out to the car and proceeded to drive home in silence. As they arrived home Ian tried to talk to her. “Hey what the fuck was that about.” But she continued to ignore him as she tried to walk to her room. Before she could get far, Ian grabbed her arm and spun her toward him, holding her in place by her arms and leaning down to her level. “Hey, talk to me what’s going on. If you’re gonna stay here you need to be upfront with that kinda shit so what! The fuck! Happened!” He tried to reason with her before she look up at him, eyes filled to the brim with tears threatening to topple over. “He-… he was talking about you and mick.” She squeaked out. Trying to maintain her composure. “So you hit him?!” Ian yelled as he tried to understand why she would do something so randomly. “NO! I hit him when he thought it was a good idea to call you and Mickey f@gg0ts!”

She yanked her arms out of Ian’s gasp as she ran to her room and slammed the door. Ian stood there speechless. He decided he would leave her alone and wait for Mickey to get there to see what they should do.

Mickey came home about 5-10 minutes after Ian and y/n did and that’s when Ian filled him in on what happened. She heard muffled sounds from her room and went ahead and started packing her bags. Thinking that they were getting ready to send her back to the DCFS. As she was getting the last of her stuff together she heard a slight knock. Just as she was about to tell whoever it was to fuck off, Mickey came in the room before stopping in his tracks. “Hey the fuck you doin?” He asked quietly as he look at the girl with her bags. “Packin my shit” she said plainly. Mickey knew what she was thinking and sat down on her bed. He patted the side next to him, letting her know it was ok to sit next to him. “Why are you packin your bags?” He asked her. “You gonna send me back ain’t you?” She said obviously. “Why in hell would we do that?” He asked with a slight laugh. “Cause I got in trouble again, people don’t normally want a girl that’s beaten up some bitch.” Mickey can’t contain his laughs as he looks at the girl. “I’ve been in jail for worse.” She looks up at him confusedly, “so you ain’t gonna send me back?” She asks timidly, thinking for sure that she was gone. “No, we aren’t gonna send you back. And after the way you stood up for us, I think it’s best that you stick around.” Her eyes widen at the thought, “you mean like you wanna, ya know?” Mickey smiles. She didn’t want to get her hopes up by saying it out loud. Mickey puts a hand on her shoulder, “yeah, yeah me and Ian wanna adopt you.” She doesn’t have any words she just hugs him and he hesitantly hugs her back. After a minute or two, Ian walks in and clears his throat. The two pull apart immediately, not wanting to be caught being “sappy”. Ian smiles at the two before he tilts his head toward the door, “cmon let’s go get those papers.” Mickey and y/n get up and walk toward the front door before Ian says, “and afterwards we can grab some pizza.” Both y/n and Mickey say simultaneously “OOH PIZZA!” Ian just laughs and they al walk out to the car. The whole car ride to the DCFS office had been filled with jokes and smiles, and she thought, maybe this was where she belonged.