#I went on a “daddy daughter” trip with my dad and his friend that really values the girl dad relationship so he told my dad to bring me

[bookscorpion73]

why do parents say the most fucking hurtful things and get surprised when they seem to upset you?

[oceandolores]

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐝𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐫 | chapter 2

Dbf! Joel Miller x female reader

"𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘮𝘺 𝘥𝘢𝘥𝘥𝘺 𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘦,"

summary: as time progressed, Joel notice something's wrong and then at one night, You stood at his door, looking disheveled and distressed, your face streaked with tears and your clothes rumpled. 

warnings: 18+ only, Minors DNI, AU, No outbreak. (TW) mentions of substance abuse/alcohol use disorder, adult content, religion abuse, violence, blood gore, mentions of death, sexual abuse, sexual content, domestic violences, ped0ph!l1a, cann1bal!sm, human traff1ck1ng, r4p3, dad's best friend!Joel, HUGE age gap (i will not specify her exact age, but she's legal and Joel is 49), daddy issues, mentions of toxic family dynamic, Joel is widowed, Ellie is 16, angst, smut A LOT, forbidden relationship, soft and protective Joel, innocent and pure reader. your last name is Gibson. any other details will be explain throughout the story. inspired by the album Preacher's daughter by Ethel Cain and also mix with lana del rey vibes.

CHAPTER 2

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Saturday arrived with a sense of dread you couldn’t shake. The dinner invitation at Tommy and Maria's hung over your head like a dark cloud. Joel had decided to come, partly due to Ellie and Tommy's insistence, and also because it was a chance to catch up with your family, the Gibsons.

The aftermath of last Sunday's beating from your father for abandoning your duty at church service had left you changed. The light in your eyes had dimmed, replaced by a quiet resilience. Your body was still sore, the bruises and scars not fully healed, making even the simplest movements painful.

You worried some of the wounds might be infected, as you had been running a high fever and coughing for days. Your mother was concerned but too scared to take you to the hospital. In this small town, everyone knew each other, and a trip to the doctor would raise questions. Your family's reputation, especially with your father being the town preacher, was paramount. So, your mother did her best to care for you at home, but it wasn't enough.

You still went to school, hiding your condition under oversized sweaters. You had no close friends, just a few acquaintances, but you were well-known as one of the prettiest girls and the preacher's daughter. Boys liked you, always trying to get close, but you kept your distance. One day at school, Ellie noticed you didn't look well and asked if you were sick. You lied, saying you were fine.

"You sure? You don't look so good," Ellie said, her eyes filled with concern.

"I'm fine, Ellie, really. Just tired from studying for finals," you replied, forcing a smile.

Ellie frowned, clearly unconvinced. "If you say so. Just... take care of yourself, okay?"

"I will," you promised, though you weren't sure if it was a promise you could keep.

As one of the smartest students, your teachers noticed your decline and sent you to the school's psychologist. The psychologist observed your physical and mental changes, but you lied again, blaming sleepless nights spent preparing for graduation.

As your family prepared to go to the Millers, you told your mother you might not be able to go because your body was still sore. The scars hadn't healed, and you worried about infection. You'd had a high fever for days.

"Mama, I don't think I can go tonight. My body still hurts so much," you said, your voice weak.

Your mother, worried but too afraid to confront your father, insisted you come. "You know your father will be angry if you don't come. It's better if you come, even if you're not feeling well," she said, her voice trembling.

Reluctantly, you agreed. For the first time in a while, you applied makeup to cover the bruises on your skin, arms, and the corners of your eyes and cheeks. Your father reminded you to behave, to maintain decorum as a preacher's daughter, and not to embarrass him.

"Remember, you represent this family. Behave yourself and don't cause any trouble," your father said sternly.

"Yes, Father," you replied, obedient as always, though the words felt heavy on your tongue. The weight of his expectations bore down on you, threatening to crush the fragile strength you had left.

At Tommy and Maria's house, Joel and Ellie were already there. Your family arrived at their front door, your mother's grip on the pasta dish tightening as if it were a lifeline.

Maria opened the door with a warm smile, her eyes lighting up at the sight of your family. "Oh, Evelyn! Father Gibson! It's so good to see you all. Come in, come in!"

Your mother returned the smile, albeit a bit strained. "Thank you, Maria. We brought some pasta for adding some to the dishes."

"Oh, Evelyn, this pasta looks amazing. Thank you so much," Maria said, taking the dish and placing a gentle hand on your mother's arm. "You didn't have to go through all this trouble."

"It's no trouble at all," your mother replied, her voice soft. "It's the least we could do."

Maria led you all inside, the house filled with the comforting aroma of home-cooked food. You stepped in and immediately met Ellie.

"Hey, how are you? You didn't look so good at school the other day," she said, her voice full of concern.

"I'm okay, just a bit under the weather," you lied, trying to sound convincing.

"Are you sure you're okay?" Ellie asked again, her eyes narrowing with worry. "You really didn't look well. Are you getting enough rest?"

"Yeah, I'm fine," you insisted, forcing a smile. "Just tired from all the studying for finals."

Ellie wasn't convinced but nodded. "Alright, but if you need anything, just let me know, okay? We can study together if that helps."

"Thank you, Ellie. I appreciate it," you said, grateful for her concern but knowing you had to keep your secrets hidden.

Maria, finishing her conversation with your mother, turned her attention to you. "Sweetheart, you look a bit pale. Are you feeling alright?"

In front of your parents, you forced another smile. "I'm fine, really. Just a bit tired," you said, your voice steady but hollow.

Your mother quickly added to the lie, her voice filled with false cheerfulness. "Oh, you know Maria. She's almost graduate and been working so hard on her studies. It's just stress, really, right honey?" You nodded to your mother.

Your father, ever the manipulator, chimed in with a practiced smile. "She's fine, just been studying hard for her finals. Nothing to worry about."

Maria looked unconvinced but didn't press further. It was just another sad reminder of the facade your family maintained, the preacher's household hiding its cracks beneath a veneer of perfection.

You moved further into the house, your father's charm offensive continuing as he greeted Tommy. "Tommy, good to see you! How's everything going?"

"Going well, Tony. Just keeping busy with the business and this little guy," Tommy said, gesturing to his newborn son, Luke.

"He's adorable," you said, managing a genuine smile as you looked at the baby. For a moment, the weight on your shoulders lightened.

"Thank you," Tommy said proudly. "He's a handful, but we're loving every minute."

As you continued to mingle, you felt Joel's eyes on you. He was helping Tommy with the food, but his concern was palpable. He approached you, his expression serious.

You smiled at Joel, remembering the last time you interacted with him by the lake. That memory was a rare bright spot amidst the pain your father had caused after it.

"Hey, Joel. Good to see you here," you said, wondering why he decided to come. You tried to lighten the mood, despite the pain radiating through your body with every movement. The fabric of your clothes rubbed against your skin, irritating the unhealed scars, but you did your best to endure it.

"Ellie and Tommy wouldn't take no for an answer," Joel replied, his tone a mix of annoyance and warmth.

You chuckled softly, though the motion sent a sharp pain through your ribs. "They can be pretty persuasive."

Joel's eyes softened slightly, but his concern remained. "How are you holding up?"

"I'm fine," you lied, forcing a smile. "Just tired from all the studying. It's near my graduation, and I have to prepare for the finals."

Joel's eyes lingered on you, taking in the pallor of your skin and the dark circles under your eyes. "You look sick. Are you okay?" he asked, his voice tinged with worry.

You hesitated, feeling the weight of his concern. Joel was a man of few words, often letting his actions speak for him. His gruff exterior hid a deeply protective nature, one that he rarely showed to anyone. "I'm okay, really. Just a bit run down," you replied, trying to sound convincing.

Joel frowned, clearly not convinced, but he decided to lighten the mood. "So, how's school going? When are the big finals?"

You forced a smile, trying to ease the tension. "Yeah, finals are coming up. Lots of studying and late nights."

Joel nodded, his eyes never leaving your face. "I remember those days. Ellie gives me a hard time about studying too. But she's a smart kid, just like you."

"Thanks, Joel," you said softly, appreciating his attempt to comfort you. You cracked a small joke, trying to lighten the mood. "I just hope I don't end up like a zombie by the end of it."

Joel chuckled, though his eyes remained serious. He noticed how you occasionally winced and shifted your weight, clearly in pain. "You sure everything's okay at home?" he asked gently.

"Everything's great," you lied, remembering your father's stern warning. "Just the usual stress of school and stuff."

Joel's concern deepened, but he didn't push further. But before Joel could probe further, your father suddenly joined the conversation, his presence commanding attention.

"Joel, good to see you," he said with a broad smile that didn't reach his eyes. "What are you two talking about?"

Joel straightened, his demeanor shifting. "Just catching up, Reverend."

Your father chuckled, waving his hand dismissively. "Joel, we’re at dinner. Call me Tony. We’re friends, remember?"

"Sure, Tony," Joel said, though the familiarity felt forced.

"How's the construction business going, Joel?" your father asked, his tone amiable.

"Busy as always," Joel replied, his eyes drifting back to you occasionally. "But it's good. Keeps me occupied."

Your father nodded, pretending to be interested. "That's great to hear. We should get together sometime, reminisce about the old days."

Joel's gaze met yours briefly, and you felt a flutter of something in your chest. "Yeah, that sounds good," he said, his voice lacking enthusiasm but polite nonetheless.

As they continued to talk, you couldn't help but steal glances at Joel, feeling a strange sense of longing. His concern was genuine, unlike the superficial care your father displayed. It made you yearn for something more, something real.

Joel's eyes met yours again, and for a moment, it felt like he could see everything you were hiding. His concern was like a warm blanket on a cold night, a small comfort in the midst of your storm. You smiled at him, a silent thank you for his kindness, and he returned the gesture with a slight nod.

"You remember the time we went fishing at the lake, Joel?" your father said, trying to sound nostalgic. "We caught that huge bass, and you almost fell in trying to reel it in."

Joel smiled, though it was a shadow of his usual warmth. "Yeah, I remember. Good times."

You watched the exchange, feeling a pang of longing. Joel's presence was a reminder of what you were missing – genuine care and concern, something your father could never provide.

As dinner progressed, everyone was making conversations and catching up. You remained silent, but to avoid suspicion, you occasionally joined in, talking to Ellie and responding when someone addressed you. Joel observed quietly, speaking only when necessary or when someone engaged him directly. His occasional glances toward you felt like anchors, ensuring you didn’t drift too far into the depths of your own discomfort.

When it was time to sit down for the meal, you ended up seated across from Joel. Your father, ever the sociable one, continued to dominate the conversation, regaling everyone with stories and jokes. You picked at your food, the pain in your body making it hard to eat.

Joel noticed your discomfort, his eyes filled with quiet concern. He whispered after you shifted uncomfortably for the umpteenth time, "You sure you're okay?" this time in a whisper so your father wouldn’t hear.

You forced another smile. "I'm fine, Joel. Just tired."

He didn't look convinced, but he let it go, respecting your space. His presence, though, was a constant reminder that someone cared, even if you couldn't fully accept it.

The conversation flowed around you, snippets of dialogue filling the air.

"So, Ellie," your mother said, smiling warmly, "how's school treating you?"

"It's good, Mrs. Gibson. A lot of work, but I'm managing," Ellie replied, glancing at you with a reassuring smile.

Your father, ever the charming host, turned to Tommy. "And how's the construction business? Keeping you busy, I hope?"

Tommy laughed. "Busy doesn't even begin to cover it. We're swamped, but that's a good problem to have."

Joel's eyes flicked back to you as you winced slightly, shifting in your seat. He could see the struggle in your movements, the way you tried to hide your pain. His gaze softened, but he remained silent, respecting your space.

Tommy, clearly enjoying the topic, continued with enthusiasm. "We’re working on this big project downtown. It’s a major redevelopment of an old warehouse into luxury apartments. It's been a challenge, but it’s rewarding. We’re talking high-end finishes, state-of-the-art amenities. It’s a bit of a tightrope walk between maintaining the budget and meeting the client’s vision."

Your father, clearly interested, responded with a knowing nod. "Sounds like a big undertaking. How’s the team handling the pressure?"

Tommy grinned. "We’ve got a solid crew, but it’s been intense. Lots of late nights and early mornings. Joel’s seen the stress firsthand. He’s been around to lend a hand whenever things get tight."

Tommy’s gaze turned to Joel, as if inviting him to elaborate. "Right, Joel? You’ve had your fair share of those late nights, haven’t you?"

Joel nodded, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips. "Yeah, late nights and long days. It’s all part of the job. We keep pushing through because, in the end, it’s worth it."

Your father leaned in, his curiosity piqued. "You’ve been in the business a long time, Joel. What’s been the biggest challenge for you lately?"

Joel paused for a moment, thinking. "The biggest challenge is always adapting to new demands. Clients want more, and sometimes it feels like we’re racing against the clock. But we get it done."

Tommy, sensing an opportunity to keep the conversation lively, added, "Joel’s been great about handling the unexpected. I remember one time we had a major issue with a contractor, and Joel stepped in and saved the day."

Joel’s expression remained neutral, but there was a glimmer of appreciation in his eyes for Tommy’s support. "Just doing what needs to be done," he said.

Your mother’s voice was bright and enthusiastic as she shifted the topic. "Tommy, Maria, how’s little Luke doing? I can't believe how quickly he's growing."

Maria’s face lit up with pride. "He’s amazing. It’s been an adjustment, but we’re loving every moment of it. He’s starting to smile more, and it's just the sweetest thing."

Your mother nodded approvingly, her smile wide. "Oh, that’s wonderful! It’s such a joy to watch them grow. We’ve always said that parenting is the most rewarding experience."

The words felt like a raw wound being picked at, each one a reminder of the dissonance between their image of perfect parenting and your own reality. You shifted uncomfortably in your seat, feeling the sharp pangs of pain that only seemed to intensify with every sugary comment.

Your father, ever the performer, joined in with his own brand of parental wisdom. "Yes, it’s true. Parenting brings out the best in you. It's about guiding them, teaching them right from wrong, and showing them how to navigate the world."

Tommy, clearly enjoying the turn of conversation, added, "Absolutely. We’ve had our challenges, but it’s worth it to see Luke grow and thrive. Every milestone is a victory."

Your mother leaned in with an air of authority. "And don’t forget the importance of structure and discipline. It’s all about finding that balance and being consistent. We always said that’s key to raising well-rounded children."

As the conversation continued, your parents spoke in glowing terms about their parenting philosophy, each statement reinforcing the image of perfection they projected. The more they spoke, the more you felt the weight of their insincerity.

The pain you were trying to suppress seemed to magnify with every word. You gripped your fork tighter, the effort making your knuckles white. You wanted to scream at the facade, the false sense of superiority they exuded while completely ignoring the reality of your struggles.

Joel’s eyes flicked back to you repeatedly, his concern growing more evident with each shift in your posture. He watched as you tried to mask your discomfort, his gaze softening as he saw the strain on your face.

Maria, ever perceptive, noticed the change in your demeanor as well. "Everything alright, sweetheart?" she asked gently, her voice filled with genuine concern.

You forced another smile, though it felt like a mask slipping off. "Just a bit tired, Maria. Nothing to worry about."

Maria didn’t press further but her gaze remained concerned. She glanced at Joel, who gave a subtle nod, acknowledging her unspoken question. Joel’s eyes continued to linger on you, the concern etched deeply into his expression.

As the conversation shifted to a more religious tone, your father, ever the preacher, began to elaborate on his views. His voice took on that familiar, reverent cadence. "Children are a gift from God," he said, his eyes sweeping over the table as if to bless it with his words. "They are entrusted to us to guide, nurture, and instill the values that will shape their futures. It's a sacred duty, one that brings us closer to our faith and to each other."

He continued, the fervor in his voice rising, "The Bible teaches us that we are stewards of these precious souls. Our responsibility is not just to provide for their physical needs, but to mold their character, teach them right from wrong, and guide them in the ways of the Lord."

The words, so full of sanctimonious zeal, felt like a punch to your gut. Each statement was a cruel reminder of the gap between his idealized view of parenting and the harsh reality of your own life. You could feel your discomfort intensify, a wave of nausea threatening to overwhelm you.

Joel’s gaze shifted between your father’s preachy sermon and your growing distress. His brow furrowed, sensing the tension in the room. He saw you clutching your stomach, your face growing pale. Maria’s concern mirrored his as she glanced at you, her eyes filled with empathy.

Feeling trapped, you struggled to maintain composure, but the discomfort was becoming unbearable. You gripped the edge of the table, your knuckles turning white. The facade of your father's perfect parenting began to feel like a cruel joke, and the more he spoke, the harder it became to stay seated.

Finally, unable to endure any more, you excused yourself. "Excuse me, I need to use the bathroom," you said, standing up quickly. Your voice was strained, but you tried to keep it steady.

Your father’s smile didn’t waver, but there was a coldness in his eyes that made you shiver. "Sit down, dear. It’s not polite to excuse yourself while others are speaking. We’re all here to enjoy each other’s company." The reprimand felt like a vise tightening around you.

You glanced around the table, feeling the pressure of everyone’s gaze. "I really need to go," you said, your voice trembling slightly as you tried to hold your ground.

Your father’s smile turned colder, and the sharpness in his tone cut through the tension. "If you must go," he said, his eyes narrowing slightly as if warning you not to embarrass him further. "But do you know where the bathroom is? Don't want to bother Tommy and Maria, they are still eating,"

Before you or Tommy an Maria could respond, Joel’s voice cut in, low and steady. "I can show her where it is. I’m finished eating, so I can walk her there."

Your father’s eyes flicked to Joel, his expression softening slightly in a forced show of graciousness. "Thank you, Joel."

You nodded gratefully, feeling a small measure of relief as you met Joel’s concerned gaze. He stood up, his movements deliberate and calm. Maria was occupied with Evelyn, and Ellie was still eating, leaving Joel as the most suitable candidate to help you.

Joel approached you quietly, his demeanor gentle as he offered a reassuring smile. "Come on, I'll show you the way."

You nodded, standing up with a sense of cautious relief. As you walked toward the hallway with Joel, you could feel the weight of the conversation still hanging over you. Joel’s presence was a quiet comfort, his concern a stark contrast to the harshness of your father’s demeanor.

As you made your way down the hall, Joel glanced at you, his eyes filled with genuine worry. "You feeling okay, kid?"

You managed a small, appreciative smile. "I'm good, thanks, Joel."

He gave a reassuring nod as you approached the bathroom door. "I’ll be right here if you need anything. Just take your time."

As you stepped inside the bathroom, the coolness of the tile against your skin was a brief respite from the tension. You leaned against the sink, taking a deep breath to steady yourself. The solitude offered a momentary escape from the scrutiny and discomfort you’d felt at the table.

With trembling hands, you slowly opened your dress to check the scars, the ones that had been worsening over the past few days. The sight of them made your heart sink further. They were inflamed, bruised, and itching painfully. You traced the edges with your fingertips, and the pain was sharp and immediate. A stifled hiss escaped your lips as tears welled up in your eyes. The physical agony was overwhelming, but it was compounded by the emotional turmoil of the evening.

You tried to steady your breathing, but the pain made it difficult. Your fingers brushed the scars again, and a small, anguished cry escaped you. The pain was almost unbearable, and you felt the tears streaming down your face uncontrollably.

From outside the door, Joel’s voice cut through the quiet. "Kid, is everything alright in there?"

His voice, tinged with concern, snapped you back to reality. You quickly wiped your tears, trying to compose yourself. "I’m fine, Joel. Just... give me a minute."

There was a moment of silence before Joel spoke again, his voice gentle but firm. "If something’s wrong, you can tell me. I’m here to help."

You hesitated, the pain and fear making it hard to respond. "I... it’s just—it's nothing serious. I’ll be out in a second."

After a few deep breaths and a final check, you composed yourself as best as you could. You pulled your dress back into place, the physical discomfort still sharp but slightly more manageable. You wiped away the remaining tears, trying to regain your composure.

Opening the bathroom door, you found Joel still standing there, his eyes meeting yours with a mix of concern and patience. You offered him a shaky smile, hoping to convey that you were alright. "Thanks for waiting."

Joel’s gaze lingered on you, his concern deepening as he took in the faint tremble in your hands and the redness in your eyes. "You okay, kid?"

You nodded and smiled, trying to appear nonchalant. "Yeah, why wouldn't I?"

Joel didn't respond immediately, his eyes searching yours for the truth. “You sure? You look...like you're in pain."

Your smile faltered, and you looked down, unable to maintain the facade under his steady gaze. “It’s nothing,” you mumbled, trying to deflect. “Just...school stress."

Joel's eyes narrowed slightly, but he decided not to push further. "Alright, if you say so. Let’s get back to dinner.”

You both returned to the dining room, where the atmosphere had lightened considerably. The meal continued with lively conversation, the clinking of silverware, and the warm glow of shared company.

After dinner, your mom joined Maria in the kitchen to help with the dishes, their laughter and chatter floating through the house. Outside, your father, Tommy, and Joel settled on the backyard porch, their conversation punctuated by the occasional sound of a beer bottle opening or the murmur of crickets.

You found yourself in the living room with Ellie, who was scrolling through her phone while little Luke slept peacefully on the couch. You took a seat next to her, and she looked up, smiling.

"Hey," you said, leaning back into the cushions. "How's school been for you?"

Ellie shrugged, putting her phone down. "It's alright, I guess. Same old stuff. How about you? Finals must be tough, huh?"

"Yeah, they are," you admitted. "But it's almost over. Just a few more months, and then we're done."

Ellie grinned. "Bet you can't wait to get out of here."

You laughed softly. "Yeah, it's definitely time for a change. How about you? Any plans after high school?"

"Maybe college, if I can figure out what I want to do," Ellie replied. "So...Tell me, are there any boys at school you've got your eye on?" She tease giving you a smirk.

You blushed, shaking your head. "No, not really."

Ellie rolled her eyes playfully. "Oh, come on. Everyone knows you're like the most popular girl in school. The boys are all over you."

You sighed, feeling a mix of amusement and exasperation. "I can't say I'm like that and it's not quite like that. They're just...curious, I guess."

"Curious about what?" Ellie asked, raising an eyebrow.

You hesitated, then shrugged. "I don't know, it seems like they're curious about me."

Ellie then brought up what she saw a week ago. "So...don't want to be nosy, but I saw you with Jamie the other day. Is he the one?" She gave you a smirk, clearly enjoying teasing you.

You rolled your eyes and shook your head. "No, he's just a friend."

"Come on, you can tell me," Ellie insisted, nudging you playfully.

You blushed and tried to deflect, but Ellie wasn't letting up. "Stop, Ellie. It was nothing."

Ellie grinned, leaning in closer. "Okay, but don't tell anyone. Jamie's been trying to get close to me. It's been going on for two months now. We’ve gone out a few times. He’s kissed me, but it hasn’t gone beyond that."

Ellie raised an eyebrow, looking more serious. “And he’s asking for more, isn’t he?”

You nodded, feeling a knot of confusion and frustration in your chest. “Yeah. He keeps bringing up sex, but I’ve told him I’m not ready. He said he’d wait, but he keeps asking. I don’t know what to do.”

Ellie leaned back, her expression thoughtful. “Jamie’s the captain of the football team, right? Popular, blonde, not too smart?”

“Yeah, that’s him,” you confirmed, sighing. “He’s nice, but this pressure... I don’t know if I’m ready for that.”

Ellie nodded understandingly. “You shouldn’t feel pressured to do anything you’re not ready for. If Jamie really cares about you, he’ll respect your boundaries. And if he doesn’t, then he’s not worth it.”

You sighed again, the weight of your father's teachings pressing down on you. "But... I’m afraid he’ll be disappointed if I don’t do what he wants. Jamie is nice and polite. His family has giving our church a lot...he also giving me a lot of nice stuff, like dress, necklace and all. My dad always said if someone’s nice to you, you should be nice back. And always obey men because they’re higher in status than women."

Ellie’s eyes widened in disbelief. "Who told you that?"

You shrugged, feeling a bit defensive. "My father."

Ellie shook her head, her expression turning serious. "That’s...kinda messed up. Just because someone’s nice doesn’t mean you owe them anything, especially not your body. And men aren’t superior to women. We’re all equal."

You bit your lip, considering her words. "But that’s how my daddy raised me, Ellie. He always says women should obey men."

Ellie leaned forward, her eyes filled with conviction. "Well, according on how Joel raise me. He taught me to stand up for myself and that I’m just as important as any man. It’s about respect, not obedience. You don’t owe Jamie anything just because he’s nice. If he can’t respect your boundaries, he’s not worth your time."

You felt a flicker of hope at her words. "I... I guess you’re right. It’s just hard to go against everything I’ve been taught."

Ellie reached out and squeezed your hand. "I know it’s hard, but you deserve to be with someone who respects you and your choices. Don’t let anyone, not even your father, make you feel less than you are."

When Ellie said that, it felt like a hit to the chest. "Don't let anyone, not even your father, make you feel less..." Her words echoed in your mind, resonating with a truth that was both comforting and terrifying. You wished you could believe it, wished you had the strength to stand up to your father. But the reality of your life loomed large and unyielding. Defiance meant danger. Defiance meant pain.

As Ellie's words replayed in your head, you felt a knot tightening in your stomach. You imagined standing up to your father, telling him that you were more than his expectations, more than his strict rules and harsh punishments. The thought made your heart race with a blend of hope and fear.

You glanced at Ellie, her eyes filled with a fierce, protective light. She believed in you, saw your worth even when you couldn't. It was a beacon in the darkness of your doubt, a small but vital spark of hope.

Yet, the idea of challenging your father felt insurmountable. His shadow stretched long over your life, dictating your every move, every thought. You had been molded by his will, taught to obey without question, to live in the confines of his rigid beliefs.

You had to pretend to be the perfect daughter, maintaining the facade that your father was the saintly preacher everyone believed him to be. The weight of this pretense was suffocating, but it was the only way you knew to survive.

Outside, the conversation between Tommy and your father continued, their voices a low hum against the backdrop of the evening. Joel, on the other hand, was mostly silent, nursing his beer as he leaned against the porch railing. His eyes flicked occasionally to the living room, where you and Ellie were talking.

Joel's expression was hard to read, but there was a tension in his jaw, a tightness in his grip on the beer bottle that hinted at his unease. He listened more to your conversation than to Tommy and your father's, though he tried to appear disinterested. Something about you drew him in, made him care more than he wanted to admit. He told himself it was none of his business, that he had no right to interfere in someone else’s family matters. But still, there was a nagging feeling in his gut, an instinct honed by years of protecting those he loved.

As Joel watched you, he saw the way your shoulders slumped slightly when you thought no one was looking, the way your eyes darted nervously to the doorway whenever a noise came from the kitchen. You were like a skittish animal, always on alert, always ready to flee or freeze. It reminded him too much of the broken children he'd seen in the aftermath of tragedy, children who had learned too young that the world was a dangerous place.

He took another sip of his beer, trying to push the thoughts away. He didn't need more complications in his life. He had enough to deal with, enough to protect. But damn it, there was something about you, something that called out to the part of him that had once been a father, that still is a father to Ellie. It was a part of him that couldn't ignore the signs of distress, the silent cries for help.

In the living room, Ellie continued to speak softly, her words a balm to your troubled heart. "You know," she said, squeezing your hand, "no matter what, you've got me. If you ever need to get away, to take a break, my door's always open."

You looked at her, the warmth in her eyes contrasting sharply with the cold dread that usually filled your days. "Thank you, Ellie," you whispered, your voice barely holding back the tears. "It means more than you know."

Joel caught that moment, saw the brief glimpse of vulnerability and the strength it took for you to accept Ellie’s offer of support. It stirred something deep within him, a protective instinct he hadn't felt in a long time.

He tried to shake it off, focusing back on the conversation outside. Tommy was laughing at something your father said, their voices blending into the background noise of the night. But even as he tried to tune them out, his mind kept drifting back to you. He didn't know what he could do, or if he should do anything at all.

As the evening wore on, Joel glanced back at you one last time, his eyes meeting yours for a brief moment. Maybe, just maybe, he could find a way to help, without overstepping the boundaries he was so careful to maintain.

***

The last few weeks had been a blur of routine and unspoken tension. Each day felt like a balancing act, with you trying to maintain the perfect image your father demanded while wrestling with your own growing doubts and fears. The only moments of relief came when you could steal a few minutes alone with Ellie, her unwavering support a lifeline in the storm.

One evening after school, you found yourself in your usual spot on the porch, the soft hum of cicadas filling the air. You hugged your knees to your chest, staring out at the darkening sky, your thoughts a tangled mess. You were wearing a nice white mini dress, modest yet elegant, with your hair braided into two sides and adorned with white ribbons.

You had managed to keep up appearances at church, attending every service, helping with every event, but the pressure was becoming unbearable. The weight of your father's expectations pressed down on you like a vise, and each day it grew tighter.

Suddenly, an unfamiliar truck parked in your driveway. You watched as a middle-aged man with a salt-and-pepper beard and black hair stepped out. He had a ruggedly handsome look about him, and as he saw you, a charming smile spread across his face. He stood there for a moment, then walked towards you with an air of confidence.

“Evenin’,” he said, his voice a smooth drawl. “Is this Father Gibson’s house?”

You nodded, standing up and smoothing your dress. “Yes, it is. Can I help you with something?”

He chuckled, the sound deep and rich. “Well, aren’t you a polite one? I’m lookin’ for the Reverend. Is he around?”

You nodded again, trying to ignore the flutter in your stomach. “He’s inside. I can get him for you.”

As you turned to go inside, he called after you, his voice teasing. “You know, you’ve got a real pretty smile. Brightens up the whole place.”

You felt your cheeks heat up and forced a polite smile. “Thank you, sir. I’ll be right back.”

Inside, you found your father in his study, poring over his notes for Sunday’s sermon. “Dad, there’s someone here to see you.”

Your father looked up, frowning slightly. “Who is it?”

“I don’t know his name, but he’s outside waiting,” you replied.

Your father nodded, rising from his chair and heading towards the door. You followed him, your curiosity piqued.

The man was waiting patiently on the porch, his hands in his pockets. As your father approached, he extended a hand with a broad smile. “Reverend Gibson, pleasure to meet you. I'm Naomi's cousin, I assume she already told you?"

Your father shook his hand, a wary look in his eyes. “Ah, yes. Nice to meet you, Mr. Smith."

The man leaned in slightly, lowering his voice conspiratorially. “I was hopin’ we could have a little chat. Got some things I’d like to discuss."

Your father glanced at you, then back at him. “Of course. Let’s step inside.”

As they moved inside, the man glanced back at you, giving you a wink. You watched them disappear into the house, a strange mix of apprehension and curiosity swirling inside you.

Not long after, you heard the rumble of Jamie's truck pulling up. Your heart lightened, and you smiled, walking towards the driveway with an eagerness that belied the tension you had been feeling all day. You hung by the fences, your fingers curling around the cool metal as Jamie got out of his truck.

"Hi, Jamie," you said, your voice bright with excitement.

Jamie grinned, his eyes lighting up at the sight of you. "Hey sweetpie, how are ya doing? looking beautiful as ever,"

Jamie’s compliment made your cheeks flush, and you smiled shyly. “Thanks, Jamie. I’m doing alright. How about you?”

Jamie’s grin widened. “Can’t complain. I was thinking maybe we could catch that new movie tonight. What do you say?”

The thought of escaping the confines of home and spending a carefree evening with Jamie was a welcome distraction. “That sounds great. But I need to ask my dad first.”

Jamie nodded, settling back into the truck as you approached the front door. The door swung open, and you saw your father still deep in conversation with the man you didn’t know, whose gaze was fixed intently on you.

You swallowed hard, trying to ignore the unnerving feeling that his eyes were tracing every inch of you.

You spoke to your father, trying to keep your tone as casual as possible. “Father, Jamie asked if I could go to the cinema with him tonight. Is it okay?”

Your father glanced at you briefly, then at the man, whose expression was inscrutable but decidedly interested. “Jamie Lee?” your father asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Yes,” you replied.

Your father’s eyes flickered with annoyance at being interrupted but softened as he looked at you. “It’s not ideal to leave while we have a guest here, but alright, you can go. Be back by eight.”

You thanked him and turned to leave, but as you did, you couldn’t help but notice how the man’s gaze lingered on you. His eyes, though polite, seemed to hold a predatory glint, scanning you with an intensity that made you shiver slightly.

You gave a nervous smile as you rejoined Jamie at the truck, who was looking at you with a hopeful expression. “Dad said it’s fine. Let’s go.”

Jamie’s face lit up, and he slid into the driver’s seat with an easy grin. As he started the engine, he turned on some country music, the tunes filling the truck and momentarily lifting your spirits. The drive was smooth, and you found yourself relaxing, your earlier worries momentarily forgotten.

After the movie, Jamie suggested a detour. “How about we grab a drink? There’s a little bar outside of town where we can chill for a bit. What do you say?”

You hesitated, not entirely sure about the idea but wanting to enjoy the evening. “I don’t know… I’m not really into drinking.”

Jamie reassured you with a charming smile. “Don’t worry, it’ll be fun. Just one drink, I promise.”

When you arrived at the bar, a dimly lit place with a cozy, rustic feel, you felt a mix of excitement and nervousness. Jamie led you inside, and you slid onto a barstool. Jamie ordered whiskey for himself and told you he’d get you something sweet.

The bartender handed you a glass, and you took a tentative sip, expecting a cherry cola. Instead, the liquid was warm and had a strong, unfamiliar bite. You grimaced, looking at Jamie with confusion. “This doesn’t taste like cherry cola. Are you sure this is what I ordered?”

Jamie leaned in, his voice low and soothing. “Nah, it’s whiskey, babe. I thought you might want to try something a bit more adventurous.”

Your heart skipped a beat. “I can’t drink whiskey. I’ve never had it before, and my dad would be really angry if he found out.”

Jamie gave you a reassuring smile, placing a hand on your back. “Relax. It’s just a drink. No one’s gonna know. Besides, it’s just one drink. You’ll be fine.”

You hesitated, glancing around the bar. The atmosphere was relaxed, but you couldn’t shake the nervous feeling in your stomach. Jamie’s insistence and easy demeanor made it hard to say no. You took another small sip, trying to convince yourself it wasn’t a big deal.

Jamie’s eyes twinkled with mischief as he watched you. “Just have a little more. You might actually like it. It’s good for loosening up, you know?”

Reluctantly, you took another sip, feeling the warmth spread through you. The whiskey tasted harsh and made you cough slightly. “I don’t think I’m cut out for this.”

Jamie laughed, a bit too loudly, but with a genuine affection in his voice. “Don’t worry about it. Just relax and have fun. We’re here to enjoy ourselves.”

Despite the alcohol, you felt an uneasy flutter in your stomach, the drink making you feel lightheaded. Jamie encouraged you to drink more, and you found yourself gradually giving in, the whiskey dulling the edges of your anxiety.

As the evening wore on, you felt the effects of the alcohol more clearly. Your thoughts became hazy, and the room seemed to spin slightly. Jamie’s presence became more comforting, and his laughter more infectious. He kept encouraging you to drink, telling you it was all in good fun.

The bar buzzed with life around you, but the world felt distant, the sounds muffled by the warmth and haze of whiskey. Jamie’s arm around your shoulders was a constant presence, a mix of comfort and tension that made your skin tingle.

As he helped you into the truck, his touch was firm, and you leaned against him, inhaling the potent blend of whiskey and his cologne. The city lights outside blurred, a streak of neon against the dark sky, but Jamie abruptly pulled over to a quiet, secluded road.

“Jamie, where are we going?” you asked, your voice trembling with a mix of curiosity and apprehension.

Jamie’s gaze was intense, a smoldering look that seemed to pierce through the fog of your mind. “I just wanted to be alone with you,” he murmured, his voice low and slightly slurred. His fingers traced your jawline, his touch both tender and possessive.

The air in the truck was thick with anticipation, charged with an electric tension that you couldn’t ignore. Jamie leaned in, his breath hot against your ear as he whispered, “You’re so incredibly beautiful. I’ve been wanting you for so long.”

A shiver cascaded down your spine at his words, a confusing mix of desire and trepidation swirling within you. The whiskey had softened your inhibitions, making you feel exposed and vulnerable.

His words were like a seductive caress, stirring a deep, unsettling need. “Jamie, I can't,” you began to say, but his lips silenced you, capturing yours in a slow, deliberate kiss.

His lips were rough, demanding, and they moved with an intensity that set your senses alight. His hands roamed over your body, finding the buttons of your blouse with a hunger that made your heart race. he's messaging your boobs you slowly moan because it feels so good.

The kiss deepened, his tongue exploring your mouth with a passionate urgency. His hands were warm but rough, the contrast of his touch creating a mix of discomfort and electric thrill.

You felt a rising heat as he tugged at your blouse, the fabric yielding under his insistent fingers. “Just this once,” he murmured between kisses, his breath hot and ragged. “It’ll be everything you’ve ever wanted, I promise.”

A part of you wanted to resist, but the intoxicating mix of his touch and your own growing desire blurred your judgment. You felt a strange, almost reckless surrender, your boundaries melting away in the intensity of the moment.

"Stop, I-I can't," you said

"I promise, it will feel good, baby," he said

Jamie’s fingers moved with a deliberate skill, teasing and exploring your most sensitive spots. You gasped as his touch sent jolts of pleasure through your body, making your head swim with a mix of desire and confusion. The whiskey's lingering warmth mingled with the heat rising within you, clouding your ability to think clearly.

His other hand slid down your back, pulling you closer until you were almost on his lap. The friction between your bodies only intensified the sensations coursing through you. You could feel his arousal pressing against you, a hard, undeniable reminder of his desire.

“Jamie,” you breathed, your voice a mix of protest and longing. “I shouldn’t—”

But your words were cut off as his fingers found their mark, pressing and circling with just the right pressure. Your hips bucked involuntarily, seeking more of that delicious friction. A moan escaped your lips, unbidden and undeniable.

“Just let go,” he whispered, his voice husky with need. “I’ve got you.”

His mouth found yours again, the kiss deepening as he continued to work you with his fingers. Your body responded eagerly, every nerve ending on fire. You clung to him, your hands fisting in his shirt as you surrendered to the sensations overwhelming you.

With a deftness born of experience, he slipped your blouse off your shoulders, his lips trailing hot kisses down your neck and across your collarbone. Your skin tingled where he touched, each kiss sending a wave of heat through you.

His hands moved to your breasts, kneading and teasing, his mouth following close behind. The contrast of his rough fingers and the softness of his lips was intoxicating, making you arch into his touch. You could feel the last vestiges of your resistance crumbling, your body aching.

“Jamie,” you whispered, your voice a mix of wanting for more but you are scared, “Please, stop…”

His eyes darkened and he wasted no time in shedding his own clothes. The sight of him, bare and ready, sent a fresh wave of heat through you. He reached for you, pulling you close until you were both lying back on the seat, your bodies entwined.

With a slow, deliberate motion, he positioned himself at your entrance, his eyes never leaving yours.

“Jamie, please,” you begged, a note of panic creeping into your voice as his grip tightened and his movements became rougher. The initial pleasure was swiftly giving way to pain, each thrust sending shockwaves of discomfort through your body.

“Stop, Jamie, it hurts,” you pleaded, trying to push him away. But he was too strong, his body a heavy weight pinning you down. His eyes, glazed over with alcohol and desire, didn’t seem to register your distress. Instead, his anger flared, his thrusts becoming more forceful and unrelenting.

Tears streamed down your face as you cried out in pain, your voice breaking with each sob. “Please, stop! Jamie, please stop!” you screamed, your hands frantically pushing against his chest, but it was no use. He was lost to his own needs, driven by the alcohol coursing through his veins.

You felt a deep, pervasive sense of violation, your body and spirit shattering with each brutal movement. Desperation clawed at your insides as you prayed for an end to the torment. ��God, please make him stop,” you whispered through your tears, your voice a broken, helpless plea.

But Jamie didn’t stop. His grip on you tightened, his fingers digging painfully into your skin. The pain was overwhelming, each thrust tearing through you, leaving you feeling dirty and used. Your cries for mercy fell on deaf ears, drowned out by the sound of his ragged breathing and the cruel rhythm of his assault.

Time seemed to stretch endlessly, every second an eternity of agony and despair. You felt yourself slipping into a numb, distant place, a coping mechanism to survive the relentless onslaught. Your body became a vessel of pain, your mind retreating to a place where the hurt couldn’t reach you.

Finally, with a shuddering groan, Jamie reached his climax, his body stilling as he released himself inside you. The moment he pulled out and rolled away, you curled into a ball, your body shaking with sobs. The physical pain was nothing compared to the emotional devastation, the sense of betrayal and violation that coursed through you.

Jamie lay beside you, panting and spent, seemingly oblivious to the trauma he had inflicted. His eyes slowly cleared as the effects of the alcohol began to wear off, but the damage was already done. You felt hollow, your trust shattered, your sense of self irreparably damaged.

"Fuck, I'm sorry," Jamie mumbled, his voice thick with regret as he reached out to touch you. You flinched violently, recoiling from his touch as if it burned.

"Get away from me!" you screamed, your voice raw with pain and anger. You felt so dirty, so violated, your mind reeling from the horror of what had just happened. You wanted to disappear, to vanish from the world and escape the unbearable weight of your trauma.

Jamie pulled back, his eyes wide with shock and guilt. "I didn't mean to... I was drunk... I—" His words were a pathetic jumble of excuses, falling on deaf ears.

"Just shut up," you spat, your voice trembling with rage. "Just shut up and take me back to town. I can't be here with you. I can't even look at you."

He nodded mutely, too ashamed to argue. As he started the truck, you pulled your clothes back on with shaking hands, each movement a reminder of the violation you'd endured. The drive back was silent, the air thick with a tension that neither of you dared to break.

When the truck finally came to a stop near the outskirts of town, you didn't wait for it to fully halt before you opened the door and stumbled out. "I can walk from here," you said coldly, not looking back. "I don't want to see you ever again."

Jamie opened his mouth as if to say something, but no words came out. He simply nodded, the look of regret and sorrow etched on his face as you slammed the door shut and started walking away.

As you walked, each step felt like an eternity, your mind a whirlwind of pain and confusion. You couldn’t go home, not like this. The thought of facing your family in your current state was unbearable. Instead, you turned your steps towards Ellie’s house. She was the only one who would understand, the only one you could trust to hold you through this nightmare.

You stumbled up the porch steps, your vision blurred by tears, your makeup smeared and your hair a tangled mess. Your dress was wrinkled and torn, a stark reminder of what had happened. You knocked on the door, hugging yourself tightly in a futile attempt to keep warm, to feel safe.

When the door opened, it wasn’t Ellie who stood there. It was Joel. You looked up at him, your eyes wide and filled with tears, your breath hitching in your chest.

Joel's eyes widened in shock and concern as he took in your disheveled appearance. "What happened?" he asked urgently, his voice trembling with worry. "What’s going on? Are you hurt?" Ellie wasn’t home; she was staying at a friend's house for the night.

The sight of him brought a fresh wave of tears, and you couldn't hold back the sobs any longer. You collapsed to the ground, your body shaking with the force of your cries. The world around you blurred into an indistinguishable mess of pain and despair.

Joel was beside you in an instant, his strong arms wrapping around you, pulling you close. "Hey, hey, it's okay," he whispered, his voice breaking as he held you. "You're safe now. I've got you."

As he held you, his heart raced, a sense of urgency fueling his every movement. He noticed the blood seeping through your legs, and panic gripped him. There was a raw, protective anger in his eyes, one that he usually kept buried deep beneath his calm exterior.

You buried your face in his chest, your tears soaking into his shirt. "Joel," you choked out, your voice barely more than a whisper. "He hurt me. He wouldn’t stop. I begged him, but he wouldn’t stop."

Joel’s body went rigid, his jaw clenching as he struggled to maintain his composure. "Who hurt you?" he demanded, his voice a mix of anger and sorrow.

"Jamie," you sobbed, the name tasting bitter on your tongue. "I told him to stop, but he wouldn't listen."

The silence that followed your confession was thick with tension. Joel’s face darkened, his eyes blazing with a fierce protectiveness that made you feel a flicker of safety amidst your despair. He took a deep breath, clearly fighting to keep his anger in check.

"Come on, let's get you inside," he said softly, helping you to your feet. His touch was gentle, but you could feel the barely restrained fury simmering beneath his calm exterior.

He led you into the living room, where the soft glow of the lamp cast a warm light on the room, a stark contrast to the cold emptiness you felt inside. Joel carefully sat you down on the couch. He needed to clean you up. The sight of your blood-soaked dress made his heart ache with a mix of sorrow and rage.

Joel disappeared for a moment, returning with a blanket and a cup of tea. He wrapped the blanket around your shoulders, his touch tender and reassuring, then handed you the tea.

"Here, drink this," he said softly, his eyes never leaving yours. "It’ll help."

You took the cup with trembling hands, the warmth seeping into your skin, offering a small measure of comfort. Joel sat beside you, his presence a solid anchor in the storm of your emotions.

"You don’t have to talk about it right now," he said quietly, his voice steady but filled with sorrow. "But I’m here to listen whenever you’re ready."

You looked at him, the tears still streaming down your face. "I feel so dirty," you whispered, your voice breaking. "I didn't want this. I didn’t want any of it."

Joel's face softened, his eyes filled with a mixture of sorrow and fierce protectiveness. "You're not dirty," he said firmly, his voice filled with conviction. "Baby, it's not your fault."

The sincerity in his voice broke something loose inside you, and you sobbed harder, your body shaking with the force of your grief. Joel pulled you into his arms, holding you tightly as you cried. “We’ll get through this,” he promised, his voice a steady anchor in the storm of your emotions. For the first time in a while, Joel opened his heart, letting his walls down to show you his unwavering support.

He held you for what felt like hours, his embrace a cocoon of safety and warmth. The tears seemed endless, each one carrying a fragment of your shattered soul. But Joel remained steadfast, his presence a constant reassurance that you were not alone in your suffering.

As he held you, Joel's thoughts churned with a mix of emotions. He was a man of few words, accustomed to keeping his feelings locked away, buried deep beneath a hardened exterior. But seeing you like this, broken and vulnerable, stirred something dark and primal within him.

It reminded him of his own past, the pain and loss that had shaped him into the man he was today. The memories of Sarah, his daughter, flashed through his mind – the way he had failed to protect her, the helplessness and rage that had consumed him. He had vowed never to let himself feel that kind of pain again, to never let anyone get close enough to hurt him.

Yet here he was, holding you, feeling an overwhelming need to protect you, to shield you from the world’s cruelty. The thought of Jamie, the man who had done this to you, ignited a fierce, burning anger within him. Joel's grip tightened around you, his jaw clenching as he fought to keep his emotions in check.

He would make Jamie pay for what he had done. There was a darkness inside Joel, a ruthless side that he rarely let see the light of day. But for you, he would unleash it. He would ensure that Jamie never hurt you – or anyone else – again. The thought of revenge, of justice, gave him a grim sense of purpose, a way to channel the turmoil inside him.

Joel's mind was a storm of conflicting emotions. He was deeply troubled by the sight of you in such pain, and his protective instincts surged to the forefront. He knew he had to keep himself under control, to focus on helping you heal. But the thought of Jamie’s actions ignited a cold, calculated fury within him.

[cameronspecial]

A New Kind Of Normal (Part 8)

Pairing: Dad!Rafe Cameron x Reader

Warnings: SMUT

Pronouns: She/Her

Word Count: 3.1K

Summary: With one month of sobriety back under his belt, Rafe feels like his life is finally falling into place.

Masterlist

Rafe’s one-month sobriety is finally coming up and to say that Stella is excited is an understatement. Y/N explained to Stella that Daddy hadn’t shown symptoms of his sickness for a month, much like cancer remission. Stella doesn’t fully understand the milestone her father is about to achieve, but she knows a party for celebration should be held. So she insisted to her mother that they throw a surprise party. Y/N closed down the diner so it could be held there and Stella wanted a superhero party because Rafe is her hero. “Mommy, the banner needs to be higher,” Stella orders, moving her hands up to illustrate her point. Y/N nods and motions to Sarah to do as told. Nobody says anything about the fact that the sign says Happy Birthday on it. Once the little girl gives her approval, John B. comes over to help them tape the string to the wall. Thanks to the party, Stella got the opportunity to meet her aunt’s fiancé and her dad’s friends. Topper finishes placing out the snacks, picking Stella up to get her approval.

“What do you think?” he asks, resting her on his waist. She nods with satisfaction, “Good, Uncle Topper. Can I have a chocolate, please?” She looks around the room to make sure the last part is only heard by her uncle. “Okay, but don’t tell Mommy I gave it to you before you had lunch,” he chuckles, leaning over to grab her one. 

Half an hour later, the diner is set up for the surprise superhero party. Rafe texted Y/N that he was five minutes away and everyone went to their hiding spots. Stella and Y/N are hiding at the front of the counter so they are the first people he sees. As soon as the little bell jingles, the lights turn on and everyone pops up from their hiding places, yelling surprise. Rafe steps back a little, tripping on his feet and falling out of the door. “Daddy!” Stella worries, trying to jump over the counter to check on her father but is stopped by her mother. Rafe shoots up from the floor, “I’m okay. I’m okay, little witch.” He rushes to Stella, bringing her over the counter to comfort her. Her tiny cries die down at the feeling of his lips on her temple. He rubs her shoulders, bouncing her a little. The Happy Birthday sign causes him even more confusion. “But it isn’t my birthday?” he whispers to Y/N. She giggles, “She wanted to celebrate your one-month sobriety. Don’t worry, she doesn’t know what it really means. And they didn’t have any superhero signs celebrating sobriety.” Rafe nods in understanding, giving Stella another kiss on the cheek. “Thank you for the party, little witch. I love it. Forever and Always,” he thanks. Stella beans at her father’s words, “Forever and Always.” ���Baby, why don’t you tell Daddy why you wanted a superhero-themed party?” Y/N suggests. Stella looks at her dad, “Because you're my hero!” Rafe’s heart absolutely melts. 

Rafe does his rounds, greeting everyone at his party. “Your girl is great, Rafe,” Topper comments, patting Rafe on the back. Rafe looks over at Y/N, “Yeah, she really is.” Topper sees the dad’s line of sight and laughs. “I was talking about your daughter. But I see you still have a crush on your baby mama.” “Don’t call her that,” Rafe threatens. His friend’s hands shoot up and he walks back with an apology. 

“Daddy, time to play the games!” Stella announces, grabbing his hand. He lets her take him to the poster on the wall. Pin the cape on the superhero. Stella goes first, getting the cape right where it should be with a little guidance from her dad. It is obvious to everyone but the little girl that the adults purposely did bad so she could win. The next party activity is decorating superhero masks, which the adults love. “Wow, Daddy. Your mask is pretty,” Stella awes. Rafe smiles at his little girl, “Thank you. I made it for you.” He helps her put the mask on and she hands him hers to put on. Y/N’s heart pounds at the sight before her, taking a picture of the pair. Rafe spots the piñata and his interest is peaked. Y/N notes his gaze, “We can do the piñata now if you want.” He nods, getting up with Stella in his arms. Of course, she goes first and when she gets pouty about not being able to break it open, Rafe hits it open for her. The candy falls out and she squeals in happiness. 

The pizza finally arrives and then the cake is next. Stella thinks that whenever there is a cake at a party, the guest of honour has to blow out candles. So everyone sings Happy Birthday, per Stella’s request, and watches him blow out the candles. Once he gets the candles out, Stella shoves her father’s head into the cake with a laugh. Rafe’s head straightens out and he gives her a fake annoyed look. Her giggles continue so he gives her a kiss on the cheek, getting frosting all over it. He can see Y/N snicker as well and gives her the same treat. She takes it a little less like a champ and gives a small yell, running away from Rafe. He laughs, chasing after her to bother her some more. “It’s just a little frosting, Buttercup. It won’t hurt you,” he teases, finally catching up to her. 

Y/N doesn’t like it. The little flutter in her heart as he wraps his hand around her waist and blows raspberries on her neck, frosting going everywhere. “Button, stop it,” she whines, bringing her ear close to her shoulder to stop his attack. He stops at her plea, grabbing a napkin from the counter to wipe the mess he made away. She never ceases to be surprised at how sweet and considerate Rafe can be sometimes. Her lips find his cheeks as a thanks for his help. 

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The party soon comes to an end and everyone helps bring down the decoration. Stella wanted so many decorations that Rafe had to take some stuff in his car and bring it over to Y/N’s house for her. The house is quiet as she opens the front door, holding it open for Rafe. The little gremlin that normally fills these walls with screams is sleeping over at her Aunt Sarah’s house for the night. She had begged to be able to stay the night for the first time, especially since Sarah promised sugar and a spa night with John B. as their servant. “Where can I put this?” he asks, showing her the box of extra cutlery and plates. She points to the counter, “You can just leave everything in the living room. I’ll go through it all tomorrow morning. I’m way too tired to think about it tonight.” 

They get all the boxes in the middle of the living room and flop down on the couch together. Y/N reaches into her pocket and pulls something out. “In all of Stella’s excitement this afternoon, I forgot to give this back to you. Kinda ironic that I forgot since it was the whole reason for the party. It’s like going to a birthday party and not celebrating the birthday person,” she explains, handing Rafe the small disc back. He holds his hand out, “Thank you. It’s okay. We all know the party was really for Stella.” “Yeah, that’s true.” Y/N’s fingers ghost his as she places the chip into his hands. Her eyes dart up to see him already staring at her. The moment of silence that passes over them isn’t awkward; instead, they seem to be communicating everything they have been feeling for each other. Rafe takes the shot they are both too scared to take and leans in. His lips find hers. He almost sighs in relief when she starts to kiss him back.

Her leg swings over his hips and she starts kissing down his neck. His head throws back, allowing her more access to his neck. His hands find a way to her waist to encourage her to start grinding on his lap. Her hands find the top button of his shirt, slowly unbuttoning them one at a time. She gets the front of his shirt open and she pulls his shirt off. Her kisses turn into licking a long stripe down to his v-line. She gives a quick kiss just above his pants before breaking away from his skin so she can pull his pants down. With the rest of his clothes off, she gets to work at making him feel good. Her lips start to move down his shaft, using her tongue to circle around his tip as she would soft-serve ice cream. “You are going so good for me, Rafe,” she praises. She reaches between her folds to collect some of her juices to lessen the friction of her hands pumping the rest of his cock. When that isn’t enough, she pulls away, a string of saliva connecting his tip to the bottom of her lip and spits on her hands. “Y/N, faster. Please, good girl, go faster,” Rafe pants, gently pushing her head down his dick. Tears begin to form in her eyes as she chokes on him and his twitching cock tells her he is about to cum. 

His fingers lace through her hair, “I’m about to cum.” Right as he says the words, ropes of white shoot out of him and into her mouth. She swallows everything while looking directly into his eyes. He grins at her, grabbing her hips to pull her back up. His back slides down the couch, arching so his body is off but his head is at the edge of the cushion. The position may be uncomfortable, but what he is about to do makes up for it. He brings her over his face and immediately gets to work. His hand flicks her skirt over his head, moving her underwear out of the way as well. 

He kisses her clit before he starts sucking the bud. His tongue works in tandem with his lips to cause her head to throw back in pleasure. “Ugh, just like that, Rafe.” She can feel his cocky smirk against her and starts to grip his hair. His mouth moves to her hole, darting his tongue inside of her. The circular motion of his tongue quiets her moans, so he brings his finger up to her clit. This garners a response as she starts to grind against his face. “There you go, Y/N. Tell me what you want. Take what you need,” he mumbles, going back to pleasuring her. Her moans are louder than they were before, “Rafe, I’m going to- to.” She doesn’t get to finish as her orgasm washes over her. They both take a second to catch their breath. She gets off of his face and stands off the couch. Motioning for him to sit down. His eyebrows knit as she heads to her purse to pull her phone out. He quickly understands when the music starts “Sweat” by Zayn starts to play. 

Her hips start to move to the music, pulling her shirt off her head to reveal her lacey blue bra underneath. She moves herself back onto his lap and starts grinding. Her hands round her back to unhook her bra. He helps her out of it, kissing the top of her breasts. He wants to suck her nipples, but she removes herself from his hold. She pulls off her skirt, taking her time with her underwear to tease him. She dangles the pair on her fingers waving it in front of his face. Rafe grabs it and throws it across the room in annoyance. She giggles. “Come here,” he growls, pulling her in by the waist. His hands play with her boobs and his mouth works on making a hickey on her neck. She gets to work on making sure he is hard enough to take her. Once she is satisfied, she positions him at her entrance and sinks down. His attention is pulled from what he is doing and he lets out the loudest moan he has ever. He grips her waist helping her up and down on him. Her head throws back, “Harder, Rafe.” He can do nothing but obey, bringing her until his tip is about to slip out and slams her down on him. His hips buck up to meet her movements. She continues to move on him, sometimes stopping at the bottom of his shaft to swirl her hips. He notices her eyes closed like she normally does close to her climax and presses down firmly but softly on her stomach, just below her belly button. This causes her to squeal as her climax comes early and she wants to hide in embarrassment as a waterfall amount of liquid leaves her body. The contraction of her pussy around him sends him over the edge, shooting his seed into her. She gets off of his dick and collapses onto him. Her head buries in his neck. His arms bring her impossibly closer to him and he kisses her forehead. 

“You squirted on me,” he is finally able to breathe out after a few seconds. She nods slowly, “I did. I’ve never done that before.” He grins to himself and looks down at his now soft cock, realizing he isn’t wearing a condom. They got so caught up in the moment that they forgot. “Shit, I’m not wearing a condom,” he points out to her. She nuzzles herself into his chest, kissing his collarbone, “It’s okay. We used one last time and look where that got us.” 

“Where it got us is with an adorable daughter who we love so much. I’ll Uber the morning after pill tomorrow morning for you.” 

She wants to respond, but she falls asleep before she can. He is about to get up off the couch to clean them up, but sleep captures his state as well. 

——

Rafe wakes up in the middle of the night to a kink in his neck from falling asleep sitting upright. Y/N is still in his arms, her breath falling steadily. He kisses the hickey he made on her neck and brings one arm around her bum, the other around the shoulder. He rises slowly to make sure she doesn’t fall, heading toward her bedroom. Her head softly hits her pillow with his help. He kisses her forehead and heads to the bathroom. The towel in his hand is slightly damp upon his return to her bedside. He gently opens her legs and wipes away the dried arousal on her thighs. He throws the towel into the hamper, not bothering to put clothes on him because of the summer heat. He pulls the light blanket on top of them and cuddles into her back. 

——

Y/N wakes up in Rafe’s arms. She doesn’t remember heading to her bedroom, so he must have brought them here. Her blanket is pulled at the foot of her bed, leaving both of their naked glory available to anyone’s sight. She turns in his arms to find his eyes still closed. She gives a soft smile, leaning up to give him a kiss on the nose. This causes his eyes to flutter open with a massive grin and return the kiss but on the lips. “Last night was spectacular,” he whispers, resting his forehead on hers. She nods, “It was. Just as great as the last time. I can’t believe it took us five years to do that again.” 

“Me too. I should’ve gone after you. Actually, I should’ve gotten sober sooner, then we could’ve had those five years together. I could’ve been there for you and Stella.”

“Yeah, but that’s okay. You found your way back to us eventually.”

“I did I want to stay in bed with you all day. Like we should’ve all those years ago.”

“We can, I’ll text your sister to ask her to keep Stella for the day. I’m sure they would both love that idea. They can continue plotting to take over the world.”

Rafe laughs, grabbing his phone and hers. “That sounds amazing. And I’ll Uber the pill for us. Do you think I can get them to bring it to your bedroom? I can’t stand the thought of leaving you for a second.” She chuckles at his words, “That really would be the dream, but I don’t like the thought of a stranger in my house. And I highly doubt you would like the idea of them seeing me naked because I don’t plan to get up either.” “I would not. I guess I’ll get up when the doorbell rings,” he agrees. Y/N shoots forward when she sees Sarah’s text that they are on their way. She is about to get out of her bed to get changed, but the door is thrown open and Y/N screams at the sight of her daughter and hopefully (very distant) future sister-in-law. Rafe leans over to cover them with the blanket while Sarah covers Stella’s eyes. 

“Stella, why don’t you show me your room?” Sarah suggests, guiding her niece to the other bedroom. The couple can overhear their daughter’s words, “What were Mommy and Daddy doing naked?” Y/N’s face finds a place in his neck, trying to hide the mortification on her face. “Please tell me that our daughter did not just walk in on us naked after an amazing night of sex,” she begs, looking at her with worried eyes. He shakes his head, “I’m sorry, Buttercup. I can’t.” “God, this is going to be so awkward to explain,” she groans, sitting back on the bed. The doorbell rings and Rafe scrambles out of bed. “Well, Buttercup. I’m sorry to say, but you might have to do that explanation alone. I have some medication to get.” He doesn’t seem to realize he is still naked. “Button, you’re still naked,” she calls out. He is quick to get back into her room to put some clothes on, “Shit, my clothes are in the living room.”

——

After Rafe has to run to get his clothes so his daughter doesn’t see him and an afternoon of trying to explain the adult game Y/N and Rafe were playing, Rafe is finally ready to go back home. Stella is too busy watching Sabrina the Teenage Witch, so it gives her parents a second to talk to themselves. “I was thinking… Maybe we can go on a date?” Y/N asks, bringing her nail up to her mouth so she can bite it. Her eyes are on her hands and he lifts her chin so she can look in her eyes. “I would love that,” he mutters, kissing her lips. They pull apart with a smile. Finally, Stella comes running to say goodbye to her father. 

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[midnghtprentiss]

family - spencer reid

summary: four times spencer and his daughter made you feel like family and one time you were family.

singledad!spencer x reader

a/n: no use of y/n, no body descriptions, a couple os swear words, pregnancy. english >is not< my first language. enjoy!

materlist

One.

Spencer became a dad at a really young age. He was twenty one when his daughter, Estelle, was born. Her biological mom left and since this day he was a single father and the best he could ever be. When he entered the BAU, she was three and he wasn’t alone anymore. Everyone helped him besides he insisted it was fine. Penelope was the first one to put Este under her wings and took her everywhere. During the trips he trusted his baby’s life with the blonde woman and every time was the best decision.

Things changed when they welcomed you to the team. Emily and you were greeted at the same time but you caught his eye. Not because you have the same age but how his daughter was obsessed with you. She couldn’t hear your voice and see your face that it was over to everybody. You used to joke that if she went missing it was her fault. A few times Spencer forgot that she was not your real kid and his mind played tricks on him. 

‘’Reid, I’m taking your daughter home with me. You’re never seeing her again, just like Tangled.’’ You blew him a kiss and the sound of Estelle’s laugh made everyone smile. ‘’I am the funniest person you know, hm? But I’m serious, if you need some time to sleep, read or do whatever I can watch her. The girls are coming over tonight and we love to have Ellie around.’’ 

‘Ellie’’ was the nickname you gave her. The only one that called her like that. He loved how you created such a beautiful bond and he can count on you all the time, even when he doesn’t have to say a word in moments like this. Like a family. 

‘’It’s alright, I need to take her bag in the car but you can take her. Thank you, I really need to sleep.’’ He smiles at your direction, taking his kid again. 

‘’We are leaving at five, when she’s ready you know where to find me.’’ You come closer to him, holding the little girl's hand. ‘’Are you ready to your first girls night, Ellie?’’

A not normal but really close family and he was so grateful for the love they were receiving from everybody, especially you.

Two.

Estelle was growing really fast with the most normal childhood Spencer guaranteed. He made sure she had friends, a nice school, a normal house with a princess room. All the things he didn’t have, he guaranteed she had. She understands sometimes daddy was away for work but auntie Penny was taking good care of her and making a lot of tea parties with her dolls. 

She was ten at the time and still obsessed with you. You were her role model of a woman. Smart, pretty, funny and knew her favorite books by heart. She almost considered you as a mother though it was a secret she kept in her heart. Spencer was enamored by how you two treated each other with love and respect.

The team just got back from a case when Spencer heard Estelle’s giggles from something Penelope said and smiled. He stayed away for ten days but it feels like an eternity, he missed waking up with her shaking him and asking for pancakes, he missed her reading her books for him and definitely missed her rambling nonstop over things she learned at school, saw during the day and the scenarios her pretty head was creating. God, he was such a sucker for his baby. 

‘’Daddy!’’ All he saw was a cute girl running with a pink fluffy skirt, a purple shirt under a jeans jacket and rainy unicorn boots. 

‘’My baby! How are you? I missed you so much. I brought you a gift.’’ He took her in his arms, giving her a kiss on the cheek. 

‘’A snowglobe?’’ He nods laughing at her reaction. ‘’I miss you daddy. I have so many things to tell you I wrote all in my diary so I won’t forget.’’ She was proud of her actions and so was Spencer. 

It took her a few seconds to finally snap and look around for you. The desperation of not finding you was real for a moment, until she saw you at your desk. The brightest smile appeared on her face when you waved and she runned into your direction. 

‘’I finally found you! I miss you, ya know? I asked aunty Penny to help me get you a gift for your birthday and I can’t wait until next week, so here it is.’’ She grabs the little sparkling bag with Penelope and gives it to you. 

When you opened the bag there was a picture of you two together at her birthday party from last year. She was smiling while you laughed at something you don’t remember now. Your smile got bigger and you just hugged her. 

‘’I love it so much! I’ll put it in my desk so I always remember you.’’ The girl shakes her head ‘helping you put the picture with the most proud feeling ever. 

Spencer was watching everything from his desk. A warm feeling radiating from his heart, a cozy and sweet feeling of things right. 

‘’You should ask her out, pretty boy. This whole pinning thing is driving me insane and I’ll proudly watch her for you.’’ Derek teased him. 

‘’Yeah, give me a second.’’ The man walked towards you wearing a smirk you knew really well.

‘’Pick me up tomorrow at seven, pretty boy.’’ He doesn’t say a word but his heart has a lot to say. 

Three.

You and Spencer were dating for almost a year, things happened naturally and lightly. Estelle was happier that her two favorite people were dating, every sleepover was a party and both of you couldn’t be more satisfied. 

It was the first time in months that the BAU got a case in Virginia, which was good but bad cause it was closer to home. You and Emily spare for a couple of seconds to get into the precinct when you heard the shot but your first instinct was to look at what was burning. There was a lot of blood coming from your stomach. You look around to notice Emily holding you, noticing the commotion around the building. 

‘’Honey, keep your eyes open. Look at me.’’ Emily was trying to not let you close your eyes. ‘’Tell me a secret, anything, but don’t close your eyes.’’ 

‘’You know Spencer invited me to live with him and I sent him straight to hell.’’ You sight heavily. ‘’I want to say yes, I need to.’’ 

‘’You will, trust me. I’ll make sure you do.’’ You could hear his voice in the back, screaming something unintelligible for your conscience. ‘’Keep you eyes open, for God's sake!’’ 

Everything went blank for a while. You only remember waking up in a hospital bed. Penelope was sleeping next to Spencer on the couch. Your head was dizzy and your body hurt a lot. You took a deep breath before Spencer jumped next to you. 

‘’Hey you.’’ You spoke softly, holding his hand. 

‘’How are you feeling?’’ He strokes your cheek gently. 

‘’Sleepy and dizzy. How long?’’ He analyzed your microexpressions before answering. ‘’Stop profiling me, Spencer.’’ 

‘’Three days. You were shot in the stomach, lost a lot of blood and went to surgery. You’re awake now and definitely moving with me.’’ He jokes and you smile. 

‘’You’re awake! Finally! I love you so much. I’ll let them know.’’ Penelope seemed so happy when she left, leaving you two alone. 

‘’Spencer, if you want to propose right now I will dump you right now. I swear!’’ 

‘’I won’t! I wasn’t even thinking about it until you mentioned.’’ He said leaning over to give you a soft kiss. ‘’You don’t need a ring to be part of my dysfunctional family. By the way, Estelle is really excited for you to move with us, she was helping me with your office.’’ 

‘’I get an office?’’ You raised your brows and laughed. 

‘’If you want to work in her room full of glitter and toys that’s your call.’’

‘’I wouldn’t mind at all.’’

His damn heart missed a beat when you held his hand and closed your eyes again before going back to sleep. 

Four.

Spencer was nervous, he was terrified actually. It took him six months to propose to you in the way he wanted and it didn’t work. His plan was to take you to the vineyard you wanted to go to for months but the day he made reservations it rained so much there was no way you could go. You stayed home instead. Watching some movies with Estelle, eating popcorn and laughing at stupid things. Steve was a genius but everytime he was close to you he turned into the dumbest person alive. 

Estelle knew he was about to propose because she helped him find the ring and she gave so many ideas. Indeed she suggested he should do it when she wasn’t expecting, and he did. He put the ring out of his cardigan pocket and watched your reaction. You barely missed it focusing on Harry Potter but when you look twice there was it. The fucking ring. 

‘’Spencer what the fuck!’’ You covered your mouth with watery eyes. 

‘’Marry me.’’ His heart was so fast he swore he was close to having a heart attack. ‘’You are part of my life, part of this family and I don’t think I can live without you in my days. I love you. I open my heart for you in the same way you opened your for us. You accept me. love me. I can’t promise you white picket fences but I can promise you this, moments like this. I give you my sunshine, my best but the rain it’s always gonna come if you stand with me. People think love’s for show but I will die for you in secret. Marry me, so you can be forever mine and I can be forever yours.’’

‘’Yes. I do. Oh my God!’’ The tears streaming down your face made him giggles watching you trying to stay calm. ‘’I love you. A lot.’’ 

‘’Did she say yes?’’ You two heard Ellie’s voice and received her in the hug. ‘’Welcome to the family.’’

Five.

Spencer got home without making a lot of noise for the time. The clock marks two in the morning. The last thing he expected to see was his wife and his daughter on the couch talking. The TV was on in the soft volume but he could perfectly recite the conversation by ear.

‘’I can’t wait for you to get out of there. We have a few years of difference? Sure, but I know all the goods to use on dad.’’ Estelle was talking with the same voice she used to talk to her dad when she was little. ‘’Mom is harder, but dad is so much easier to convince.’’

‘’You’re gonna be in so much trouble if he hear us, Ellie.’’ You spoke, stroking the teens' hair. 

It took you and Spencer almost five years to have a baby. You felt like this family missed something else and the baby was your answer. Everyone was excited about it. You were seven months pregnant at this time. Sleeping is harder when you are bigger than ever, most nights were like this. You usually lay in her bed and keep talking until fall asleep or have to pee again. 

‘’Why I wasn’t invited to this party?’’ Spencer showed up holding his coat and bag. 

‘’Only pregnant woman and teenage girl are invited to insomnia party, sorry babe.’’ You teased him.

He dropped his stuff and sat between you and Este’s. He leans over to give you a kiss and a hug on the teenager. He placed a hand on your swollen belly before cleaning his throat. 

‘’This is your dad, hear me out, no one is going to use the goods on me. In this family the only one that can escape from things is the cat.’’ You three let out a loud laugh. ‘’Maybe mom because we love her. By the way, don’t let your sister got into your head she’s crazy sometimes.’’ 

‘’Spencer Reid, don’t play with the daughter you raised.’’ 

‘’By the way, you should let our mom stay more than thirty minutes without having to pee. I used to love sleeping with her but she wake up too much.’’ Estelle places her hand closer to her dad. 

Spencer spent hours just listening to you two interact, like mother and daughter. Laughing, sharing secrets and jokes, cooking and singing songs. Some of the moments just make sense in the bubble you create and make him happy. 

‘’Fine handsome, time to help me go to bed. You put this baby on me now you help. I want to be able to sleep more than you tonight.’’ You grab his arm, trying to stand up. ‘’I love this but I can’t wait to this baby pop out of me.’’

‘’I like your pregnant personality. You’re sassy and no one can say anything to you because you have a gun. Besides, you’re prettier.’’ You kiss your daughter's forehead before walking upstairs. 

‘’I’m always pretty and no, I have three guns.’’ The gasp she let out made you giggle. 

Spencer’s hand was in your lower back slowly walking with you making sure you’re safe. 

‘’I love you and our little family that I steal from you.’’ 

‘’Wanna know a secret?’’ You nod. ‘’It was already your family since day one.’’ 

[darth-mortem]

Finally the next fic!

I didn’t plan to combine these lil fics into one story, but this one will be about König’s daughter, whom I wrote about in this fic. Ghost and König’s relationship has a bro vibe in my headcanons. And I think that ‘König’ could be his surname.

Lil Margaret gets a bad grade at school, and she’s afraid to tell her dad about it. 1758 words.

König left his house as usual to meet Margaret, who was returning home on the school bus. Now it was his turn to take care of the little girl, while her mother, who lived nearby, went to another city on a business trip. This time the Austrian wasn’t alone; Horangi also took a leave, and they spent time together. Margaret loved Hong Jin, and the Korean seemed to like taking care of her. He was currently at the store buying food for the week, so König met his daughter by himself.

Usually the girl ran to her dad from the bus, but today something was wrong. She walked slowly with her head down, so König himself went to meet her, crouched down, and gently hugged Margaret to his chest.

“What happened, meine kleine Blume?” He asked. “Did someone offend you?”

“No, daddy,” the girl answered, looking into his eyes. “You won’t be angry if I tell you?”

“Of course I won’t!” König said it firmly. “But first, let’s go inside, okay?”

Margaret nodded and wrapped her little arms around the Austrian’s neck. He lifted the girl in his arms and went into the house.

König had a lot of mental problems, including anger management. His comrades-in-arms tried not to annoy him once more, and on the field, he often turned into a real berserker, sweeping away everyone and everything in his path. There were unpleasant incidents with both Horangi and Ghost, until these two people close to König learned to cope with his explosive nature. But he never snapped at his little daughter, even when she really did something bad or wrong.

“Well,” the Austrian said when Margaret had washed her hands and changed from her school uniform into home shorts and a T-shirt with kittens. “Now tell me, what happened.”

“I got ‘2’ in maths class,” the girl answered quietly, lowering her eyes. “It was a very difficult task!”

“What task?” König asked in surprise, because he knew that his daughter was a good pupil.

“There are three people and two apples,” Margaret started to explain. “You have a knife, and you have to divide the apples equally.”

“Do you know these people?” The Austrian asked, and the girl shook her head. “So you can slaughter one of them, and the others will get one apple each!”

“I said so,” Margaret sighed, “and got ‘2’. And then Ms. Hamilton took me to Mrs. Tailor, and she was asking stupid questions!” 

König knew that Emma Hamilton was his daughter’s teacher, but he heard about Mrs. Tailor for the first time. As for the task, he couldn’t think of any other solution and decided to call Ghost while Margaret was having dinner. König warmed up some soup for his daughter, then left the kitchen and dialed his friend’s number.

TF 141 was on the mission. Ghost and Soap were sitting in the ambush as a sniper couple, while Price and Gaz were making their way through the enemy base to get the necessary information. However, seeing who was calling him, Lieutenant Riley answered it, turning the speakerphone so that the phone in his hands wouldn’t interfere him observing the events through binoculars.

“What’s up, bro?” Ghost asked. “We’re working. Don’t have much time.”

“It’s about Margaret,” König answered. “She had a weird task in school and got ‘2’. I have no idea how to solve it.”

He told about three people, two apples, and a knife. Ghost was silent for a few seconds and then said:

“If these guys are not your friends, you can slaughter one of them and give one apple to each of the others.”

“I said so, and she did too.” The Austrian sighed. "It's the wrong answer.”

“Ye both are sick bastards,” Soap intervened, not taking his eye off the eyepiece of his sniper rifle’s scope. “And th’ child got this shit from ye. By th’ way, hi König.”

“Hi, Soap.” The Austrian smiled involuntarily.

“You must cut each apple into three equal parts and give two parts to each guy.” MacTavish said quickly.

“This is bullshit,” Ghost snorted. “How can you cut an apple into three equal parts?”

Soap didn’t have time to answer. The lieutenant noticed the enemies and aborted the call because he and Johnny had to start working. König stared at his phone for a minute, then sighed and went to the kitchen. Margaret had just finished her soup, so the Austrian started to heat vegetables with a cutlet and telling about the phone conversation.

“I told Uncle Ghost and Uncle John about your task,” he said. “And Uncle Ghost thinks that our solution is right.”

At first, Margaret called both of her dad’s friends by their names, but Riley always reacted strangely to it. When he first heard ‘Uncle Simon’ from the girl, he froze, and then abruptly and without explanation, he walked out into the backyard to smoke. At first, König didn’t understand, but then he remembered that Ghost once had a nephew who was brutally killed. After that, he taught his daughter to call his friend Ghost, not Simon, and it seemed to have no longer caused negative reactions.

“And what did Uncle John say?" Margaret asked, looking at König.

“Well, he had an idea,” he said, placing a plate in front of his daughter, “but it has to be checked. You’d better tell me who Mrs. Taylor is and what she asked you about.”

From his daughter's story, the Austrian understood that this woman is a school psychologist. She asked Margaret if everything was fine at home, if her father was insulting her, and how he coped with household duties when she was with him. The girl also said that Ms. Hamilton wanted to talk to König or his partner and will be waiting for one of them tomorrow.

Soon, Horangi returned with large bags of food. Margaret was already doing her homework in her room at this time, so König told about today’s incident at school without holding back his anger and his language. After listening to all this mixture of English and German, Hong Jin crossed his arms over his chest and rolled his eyes.

“Soap was right, babe,” he said. “You’re a sick bastard. Of course, you need to cut the apples into three parts, not kill one of the people!”

“Oh, really?” König frowned. “You bought apples, so come on, show me how to cut them into three equal parts!”

It seemed like an easy task for Horangi. However, when he cut open one apple and König weighed the pieces on kitchen scales, it turned out that they were completely different.

“Hmm,” Hong Jin said thoughtfully, “this is a coincidence. Take these slices of apple to Margaret, and then I’ll try again, and everything will work.”

It didn’t work the second, third, and fifth time. After that, König took the knife from Horangi, tried it himself, and also failed. In the end, they managed to cut two apples out of twenty into almost equal parts with a difference of one-tenth of an ounce.

“Well,” the Korean said, taking a cigarette from his pack, "it's a really weird and difficult task.”

At this moment, Margaret ran into the kitchen to say that she had already finished her homework and was surprised to see the pile of sliced apples on the table.

“Daddy, Hong Jin, what are you doing?” The girl asked, blinking her clear blue eyes.

“We’ll cook… hmm…” Horangi coughed.

“An apple strudel with cinnamon!” König found the answer. “Do you want to help us, meine kleine Blume?”

“Yeah!” the girl exclaimed happily.

Hong Jin sighed heavily, but remained silent and started helping the Austrian together with the girl.

The next day, König came to pick up his daughter, and Margaret, who was playing in the school yard, reported that the teacher was already waiting for him. Emma Hamilton was a young, fragile woman of only five feet tall, and when the Austrian appeared in the doorway of the classroom, she dropped the notebooks she was holding in her hands.

“Oh, sheisse!” König said and tried to help, but hit his head on the doorway and pouted.

“Are you okay?” The teacher asked, a little scared, looking at him.

“Yes,” the Austrian answered, lowered his head, and entered the classroom. “Margaret said you want to speak with me.”

“That’s true.” Ms. Hamilton smiled in confusion. “It’s about the maths lesson’s task.”

“Yeah, the task!” König frowned. “The solution is impossible! My partner and I cut twenty apples yesterday, and none of them could be divided into equal parts! By the way, this is for you.”

The Austrian’s irritation instantly changed to a friendly smile, and he placed a lunchbox with a large piece of strudel inside on the teacher’s table. Emma looked at it even more confused and carefully asked:

“What’s this?”

“We had to use up all those sliced apples, so we baked a strudel,” König explained unperturbed.

The teacher imagined how this huge man was engaged in baking with his partner and little daughter, and her smile became wider.

“Thank you, Mr. König; that’s very kind of you.” Emma said. “But let’s talk about the task. It’s for little children, and it’s designed for logical thinking, not for accuracy. No one divides food by ruler or weight, right?”

The Austrian through for the first time that, indeed, dividing apples is not the same as designing bombs or equipping ammos, where it’s important to calculate everything with absolute precision. He felt like a fool, and he nodded grimly in response to the teacher’s question.

“Fine,” she said, gently touching König’s hand. “I understand that you’re in the military, and this leaves an impression on your whole life, but please try not to joke about murder or death in the presence of a child. Alright?”

“Aye, ma’am.” The Austrian answered automatically. “That’s all?”

“Yes,” Ms. Hamilton answered. “I was glad finally to meet Margaret’s father.”

“I was glad to meet you too,” König said.

He said goodbye and went to pick up his daughter. After putting her in the car, the Austrian got behind the wheel and drove home, explaining to Margaret how to solve the task about apples. Later, while the girl was having lunch, Horangi asked König how everything went. He told about the conversation with the teacher, the meaning, and the solution of the task. Then he added:

“It’s fine, but next time you have to come with me.” Hong Jin snorted cheerfully, and they also went to eat.

[silent-sanctum]

A Slice of Morioh: Stone Free

Okay I felt self-indulgent for a bit and I wanted to write a bit for the Kujos in Morioh. So, enjoy this short fic where baby Jolyne discovers her Stand for the first time 😊

word count: 1.5k

Your daughter was always the excitable child who loved to explore the world around her, including the supernatural existence of Stands.

That was why Jolyne was with you and Jotaro on the trip to Morioh because you both knew she’d throw multiple tantrums and whine about how she’d miss her dad or why he got to see new stuff while she didn’t.

Perhaps what contributed to her excitement of Stand was her exposure to Star Platinum and Silent Sanctuary two years ago.

It all happened when you were out investigating a Stand report case and Jotaro had to watch over her. He had many things needed to be done for an upcoming conference and the little one had began to fuss and cry for her father’s attention.

She was at the top of the stairs that afternoon, stomping her foot to grab Jotaro’s attention, and just as the man was about to respond, her foot slipped off the edge and would have tripped down the staircase if it wasn’t for Star’s instantaneous reaction, catching her before an accident could occur.

Jotaro was about to scold her out of worry but stopped when Jolyne gaped in awe, staring at the hovering purple ghost that stared back at her with wide eyes. And it occurred to him that his child was able to see Star Platinum. She was able to see Stands.

You had come home the next day upon hearing the news and went to check it for yourself. You situated Jolyne in her room and together with your spouse, brought out both of your Stands for her to see.

At the end of that session, Jolyne sat on the plush carpet as she giggled at Star and Sanctuary’s antics to play with her, while you and Jotaro looked at each other with growing concern. If Jolyne could see Stands, then she must have a Stand dormant within her as well, the virus responsible for its creation passed down from your blood to hers.

You two could only prepare for that day to come and the explanations and trainings to follow. Though, you never thought it would happen in the middle of the night in Morioh.

She slept in a different room near the master bedroom where you and Jotaro occupied, so you’d expect the little girl to barge into your room every morning with the sound of her footsteps coming over.

However-

“Mommy! Daddy!”

The two of you jumped out of bed in an instant and rushed over to your daughter’s bedroom. Jotaro swung the door open in a panic and the both of you hurried inside.

Jolyne sat upright on her bed, crying as she raised her arms before her with hands replaced with translucent cyan blue strings. She noticed you standing in surprise and directed her arms to you with tears in her eyes.

“My hands are gone!” She cried. “I want them back mommy!”

“Oh baby...” You approached her and sat by her side, wrapping an arm around her sides to gently grasp her wrists. “I know this looks scary at first, but you just have what me and daddy have.”

Jolyne sniffled, turning to you with confusion. “What is it?”

“Do you remember our ghost friends, Star and Sancty?” Jotaro said as he sat by his daughter’s side opposite to you. She nodded. “Now, you have one as well.”

As simple as that, Jolyne beamed and gasped. “Really?!”

The raven-haired nodded once, reaching out to grasp Jolyne’s strings with Star Platinum’s hand. You followed after and wrapped the other spool of strings with Silent Sanctuary’s fabric. “Yes pearl. Your very own ghost buddy that’ll accompany you until the end of time.”

“B-But, why are my hands gone? Mommy and daddy’s hands are still here but mine are strings...,” Jolyne pouted. "My ghost's a meanie."

“Well, you can tell your friend to give your hands back,” you said, running your thumb over her wrists to ease her remaining anxiety. “They’ll listen to you. Just say, ‘pretty please give my hands back’ and ta-da!” You opened your palms to mimic tiny poofs. “Wish granted.”

The little girl puffed her cheeks and nodded, wiping her eyes first before closing them tight. “Ghost friend, can I have my hands back pretty please?”

In a few seconds, all of you watched as the blue strings moved on it own, tightly weaving together until they formed into the desired shape. By the end of their movement, your daughter’s chubby hands returned back to normal.

Jolyne opened one eye to peek at the result and let out one big “whoa” with much delight. “Mommy, daddy! They’re back! Look, look! ”

You giggled, hugging her as a reward. “Good job Jojo~”

“Can you bring your friend out pearl?” Jotaro asked, curious, but Jolyne tilted her head with a pout.

“What do you mean daddy?”

“Like this...” At cue, Star Platinum manifested out of Jotaro with a wide smile fixed on his face. “Just show them as a whole.”

You let Sanctuary out as well, letting the banshee-like Stand face your child and reaching out to her. “There’s no need to worry dear. Let your friend hold Sancty’s hands and she’ll guide them out.”

“Okay...” She closed her eyes tight again and clenched her fists, making another wish. “Mommy’s and daddy’s ghosts are waiting for you. Can you come out please?”

“You can talk to your friend in your head, Jolyne. No need to keep speaking it out loud,” Jotaro said, placing an encouraging hand on her back.

Within the next few seconds, two cyan limbs phased out of your daughter’s chest and Sanctuary immediately stretched forward for them to grab. Moving back, your Stand drew out Jolyne’s Stand out.

“Woah!” Your daughter gaped with awe, so did you and Jotaro, watching as the cyan child humanoid giggled, softly wrapped with rose-gold from your smiling Stand. There wasn’t anything too extreme in terms of its appearance, with its form simply wearing a pair of neon green shades and striped shoulder pads, likely inspired by Silent Sanctuary’s blindfold and Star Platinum’s shoulder plates.

Star hovered closer and gestured your Stand to hand over the young ghost to him and at their body now in his grasp, Jotaro’s Stand grinned and lifted them to the air like a proud father, all while the cyan child played with his flowing hair.

“Star! Please behave!” Your husband said, cheeks tinted pink.

You cooed. “Does this mean that aside from our parental paranoia about our child’s safety, you’re somewhat also happy that Jolyne has a Stand to fend herself with now?”

Jotaro sighed, combing his hair back. “As you can see...” He gestured to the two Stands gleefully welcoming the new one into the family.

You huffed and planted a kiss on his cheek. “Our little girl is a strong one,” you muttered. “With enough time, she’ll grow up to be as tough as you, jagiya.”

He hummed, reassured. “Or as you.”

“As the both of us.” You leaned your head on his shoulder with a shy smile.

“Mommy?” You let out one acknowledging ‘yes?’ as Jolyne looked at you with wide eyes, her Stand now hovering before her waiting. “Does she have a name?”

“What do you want to name her sweetheart?”

“Hmm...” Your daughter pondered. After a bit of thinking, Jolyne widened her eyes and held her Stand’s hand. “Stone Free! Her name’s Stone Free!”

“That’s a great name.” Jotaro said before you could, ruffling her hair. “You take care of her, alright?”

“I will!” Your daughter gave one big nod and let Stone Free back into her with a silent command. At the same time, you and your husband’s Stands did the same. She tossed herself to hug both parents. “Thank you mommy, daddy.”

Realizing it was still 2 in the morning, you helped tuck Jolyne back into bed with the child now under the sheets with you still caressing her hair as you sat on the edge of her bed, while Jotaro knelt on the other side.

“Will my baby sister or brother have a ghost friend too?” She mumbled. Instinctively, you placed a palm over your small tummy bump. You shared a look with your concerned husband from across the bed and answered truthfully.

“We’ll just have to wait and see, pearl.”

Seemingly contented, Jolyne nodded and closed her eyes, preparing to return to sleep. You kissed her forehead and stood, walking to the door with Jotaro by your side, his arm around your waist. You paused and sent one last glance at your child.

“Good night sweetheart.”

“Good night~"

[dragonstepp]

Cummittees for we older folks who are liberal and interested

I like the idea of communties, especially for we older folks.

I was born in 1940. My mother married my dad in 1938, after I was born, WW II started, my dad moved us to Los Angeles where my dad tried to join the military and join the war, he was not allowed in because of his wearing glasses, and me. We moved to Las Vegas, a brand-new town building up out of the desert and near Hoover Dam, where he was an architectect and builder, and helped to build Las Vegas out of the desert floor. My sister was born there in 1943.

My dad was getting known as a builder, and a great help to building Las Vegas. He also build a building to be used by the Church of Christ, which was my mother's religious leaning. After WW II was over, in 1946, men started coming back home, including several uncles, my mother's brothers, and my mother told my dad she wanted to take me and my sister back to Corpus Christi, TX, to see her brothers, my uncles. I remember well the train trips from Los Angeles to Corpus Christi, and the many servicemen that were with us. Yes, they loved this little girl of about 5 years old.

After a while, my mother refused to return to her husband, my dad. I am aware that my grandmother was on my side, felt sorry for me as I was definitely my daddy's girl, but of no use. My dad, as a man, was taken up by a woman in Las Vegas, and being a man during those days, was caught up with her. As my mother has informed him that she was not going to return, and Joyce tricked my dad into believing she was pregnant (it was learned later that she was incapable of having children), my mother allowed my dad to get a divorce. The church threw him out. My mother that he bitched that he would not even send her her iron. My sister and I lost all our toys and things because of the loss of our home. We did own our home in a place called Huntridge. I remember the house and the toys and the tub of water when both Patti and I got the measles, then the mumps, one after the other. I remember it all.

Moving forward a many years, my mother married a second time, then they had two children, and Patti and I were left behind as being not his children. In the meantime, we had been led to believe our daddy didn't want us any longer. Patti was young enough not to remember him, but I wasn't, and I was definitely a daddy's girl.

My sister caught fire in 1957. She was burned badly (she did survive, but that is a different story), and my mother contacted my dad. I never got over him, though I was angry because I thought he didn't want me, and after I got out of high school, I moved to Las Vegas to meet and be with him.

Joyce, his second wife, was not a friend of mine. One of her sisters had a daughter Sharon, who taught me how to smoke. I got my first job in Vegas, and lived a pretty good life. But I started drinking. I had my first child in 1961, went back to Corpus, had my step-father theatren to rape me because I had a child out of marriage, and I went back to LV with my daughter. I worked in some of the casinos as change girls, started drinking, and ended up at a dude ranch outside the city where I was a barmaid and a cook, and lived there. I was really drinking by then, had an abortion, had a second child, and moved back to CC in 1964. By then the 60s movement was in full stride. JFK had been murdered, and I was trying to raise two children by myself. I had a good job, but my drinking was out of hand, I gave my two children up to forage, and took over as management of a merchant seaman's bar in late 1964. During the year of 1965, I gave up my two girls for adoption.

Drinking alcohol was my choice during the next few years. I was all involved over the war in Vietnam, drinking, sleeping around, and moving from place to place in 1968. I had had a child in 1967, gave it up for adoption, moved with a couple of friends to Biloxi, MS, got pregnanted one more time, moved to Wichita Falls, TX, had a seond child in 1969, and finally moved back to Corpus Christi, where I tried to find work. I got there, but I didn't stop drinking, and eventually found another job, which I lost because of my drinking. I went to work as a change person, stopped drinking in 1973 because of the alcohol, moved to Austin in 1975, and got real work.

I was at the University of Texas for well over 22 years, and also worked in radio where I programmed Celtic music, and because of the p roblems of women being discriminated against women, finally went into early retirement in 2003. I did some cleaning of apartments for a friend of mine, but when it became difficult for me, stopped, and moved into assisted housing in 2009.

I served on the Board of Directors, put up with a lot of changes of the apartment complex, went suicidal (fourth time over the years), got psysological help in 2019, had a nervous breakdown in 2020, then Covid came along which kept me penned up, wrote my autobiography. In 2021, I started drinking again. I drink my scotch every day, not enough to get drunk (though that happened once because of some music and memories coming together) and drink a few drams every day. I was going to quit smoking, but decided I don't want to do that.

I fight all the time for my rights as a human being, as a woman, for fairness for all. I am a liberal Democrat, support a couple of organizations that help people, and keep up with politics, to my sorrow. I have found Acorn TV and British shows. It keeps me calm. I take an antianxiety pill, in spite of mixing it with alcohol. I have overcome suicide attempts, a life with liars about my father, been able to have him as a friend before he died in 1984, and never been in love or tied myself to anyone. I am independent, survive by my own wits.

And yes, I fell in love with Sam because he is the man I might have been able to survive with half a lifetime (mine) ago. And no, I use common sense, and I know he can not ever be in love with me, and in fact, does not even know I exist. There are reasons why he moved me so much,

If these communities are brought to reality, I know there are other folks in my age group who would be interested. I expect to live a long time. In fact, I have overcome so many things that I believe I must be immortal.

I love this site. It has people who believe as I do, that everyone is equal, has the right for their sexuality, their lifestyle, their habits, their hobbies, their caring for the general population. I love you all, so don't judge me for loving Sam.

Could have used him when I was his age that he is now, and I am well beyond.

Comments and criticisms welcome. But be careful unless you have walked in my shoes.

Carol in Austin

[drewlyyours]

Rating Nancy Drew Game Dads for Father’s Day

(All characters start with 5/10 for being dads)

Franz Mittelmeier (Lucas’ Dad)

3/10

+2 works hard to keep the whole village safe.

-3 for being strangely absent in his son’s life. Like, yeah you live in a castle but YOUR SON IS A MENACE DO NOT LEAVE HIM ALONE WITH HIS AUNT WHO NEEDS ANGER MANAGEMENT.

Hugh Penvellyn (Jane’s Father)

2/10

+2 being a diplomat to whatever is cool, helping people or government or whatever is fine

-5 DONT LEAVE YOUR UNSTABLE DAUGHTER AND YOUR NEW WIFE IN A HUGE HOUSE THAT YOU LEFT IN THE HANDS OF YOUR AUNT WHO HATES ANYTHING THAT CANT PHOTOSYNTHESIZE. Ah but don’t forget they also live with the scary -RAIL NECK- tutor.

Ollie Randall (Father to Freddie)

8/10

+3 kinda a swell guy

+1 lets her play outside whenever she wants, and although I don’t want him to shoot the wolf im sure he just wants the place safe, especially with her around

-1 not playing outside with her 24/7 as he should

Brendan Malloy (Fiona’s Father)

9/10

-2 for creating DEATH TRAPS literally everywhere where his family could and DID literally die

+4 being a literal rocket scientist

+2 doing his best and clearly loving Fiona enough for her to be drawn to pieces of him after 80 years.

Whoever the heck Clara’s father was

0/10

-5 there are theories about this but whoever he was, he was a gross person who I would rather eat chalk then spend ten seconds with

Ezra Wickford (Dexter Egan’s Dad)

6/10

+10 for inventing chocolate milk

-8 for Dexter’s daddy issues and for probably never saying I love you

-1 for caring more about his castle

+1 for the genuine shame he felt about the way things went

Meryl Humber (Frances’ Father)

2/10

-10 for murdering her boyfriend

+5 for regretting it

-2 for probably actually not

+4 for really loving Frances enough to wait everyday for her to come home.

Gunnar Tonnisson (Edda Gunnarsdottir’s father)

10/10

-2 for turning into a sad sack who lashes out

+7 for his family being everything to him and loving them wholly and entirely, so much that it broke him

Jake Hurley (Train Dad)

10/10

+5 just for “take care of my train. it holds wonderful things”

-2 too much train love maybe neglected wife

+2 wife’s ghost on train so he loves it more

Magnus Kiljansson (Ship Father)

8/10

-3 was a little too obsessed with the gold on the ship

+5 but he wanted to study its history

+1 loved it literally more than anything else (including his girlfriend lol)

Mickey Malone (Dog Dad)

9/10

-2 was a mobster and didn’t plan on where his dogs would go if something happened to him

+6 loved his dogs so much they came back to haunt humanity

Bruno Bolet (Iggy and Bernie’s Dad)

10/10

-2 kinda just let his beds run wild, which may not be good in a domestic context

+7 LITERALLY gave them run of the house, took care and loved basically ever creature he came into contact with, no matter how creepy or weird it was

Carson Drew (Nancy’s Dad)

8/10

-6 lets daughter go on trips overseas ALONE and WITHOUT MONEY, even after she

Was threatened and brutally attacked by MULTIPLE ASSAILANTS

Dressed in a cat suit and danced at a night club for petty cash

Almost got kidnapped and literally had her best friend get kidnapped and trapped on an island

Was threatened by a crime ring, the mafia, and a terrorist organization

Had multiple criminals tell her they would “get back” at her for this (even once who never made it to jail)

+2 for being a good wholesome guy, and a lawyer at that

+2 ALWAYS being there for Nancy

+2 actually giving her the freedom she needs to save the world over and over again

+2 Trusting her and loving her. And raising a BADASS teenage detective.

[outpost51]

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tagged by @writernopal over here tyyyyy i love this one

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have a few of my favorite bits from unlikely adventures. CW: gore, violence, smut, the usual suspects

CH 2: My Sister's Keeper

Dillon was eight when her parents divorced. It wasn’t nasty. No one yelled. Darren didn’t demand custody, but Cheryl politely requested it, and he signed the papers without a second thought. He even gave up the house, choosing instead to stay in a much more reasonable two-bedroom apartment downtown, closer to his job with the law firm.

But she was eight, and all she ever knew about love she learned from her parents, and all the storybooks ended at ‘happily ever after,’ not ‘and then years later, when they realized they only got hitched because the princess was fifteen and pregnant and the prince was scared of her daddy’s shotgun, there was a civil division of community property and they never spoke again.’ A father should never be his daughter’s first taste of heartbreak, but Darren always was an overachiever. He got to put that trophy right up on his Dillon wall next to ‘Dada was her first word’ and ‘she took her first steps for me.’

She really was a daddy’s girl before, thrashing to his classic metal CDs in the basement and trying to out-belch each other at the dinner table. And after all that, he didn’t even fight for custody. He didn’t fight for her. Dillon saw it as her father wanting nothing to do with her and Daisy, even if he had free visitation rights and took them to the movies and the mall and theme parks. She was always shut down and distant during those trips, believing them to be a farcical attempt at bribing her and her sister, or a token effort because her mom asked him to.

CH 3: Death Doesn't Give Third Chances

“Your dad doesn’t remember.”

“Remember what?”

“That your sister died.” Cheryl flipped through a few pages. Raised her eyebrows a few times. She set the book down and went down to the basement, leaving Dillon alone at the counter with a massive stack of pancakes. Unattended. Four fell prey to her grabby hands before Cheryl returned.

With a severed head, its face frozen in a scream.

That she promptly whacked against the counter over and over until it cracked open.

“You cut up bodies three nights out of the month, pickle,” Cheryl chided as her daughter lost her pancakes in the sink.

Dillon looked at her mother with a mix of shock and disgust. “Yeah, I cut ‘em up, I don’t brutalize them.”

“Oh, don’t be so dramatic, it’s not like it’s bleeding.” Cheryl dropped the pulpy remains in her daughter’s outstretched hands. “Do something with that, please. I need to scramble this before your sister comes back down.”

With her mind completely dissociated from her physical form, Dillon sputtered, “Like what? I can’t just throw this in the trash!”

Cheryl exhaled through her nose. “Of course not, that’s wasteful. Put it in a bag and put it back in the freezer. I’ll boil it later to make freezie-pops.” She scoffed at Dillon’s continued perturbation. “What? Werewolves get hot, too. It’s too much work to fill a kiddie pool with ice for Gus to roll in every time we go on a run. Get some of my bacon while you’re down there.”

Dillon inhaled to respond, but swallowed the thought at her mother’s look.

CH 4: Like Moths

“Oi, Lawson, fuck off,” Moira barked. She had such an elegant way with words.

“Or what, freak? You gonna hex me?” Troy made a dismissive gesture. “Go back to your coffin, the sun’s still out.”

Dillon could almost hear the creak of Moira’s jaw as she clenched it. The pentacle necklace that never left her neck rose and fell with every angry breath, flashing a warning in the afternoon sun. Dillon stepped up behind her best friend. Her belly button barely cleared the top of the table, but she could still mean mug the shit out of them. Moira didn’t need help taking on six high schoolers, it was the thought that counted.

“Oh look, it’s the littlest Monroe, too,” Troy’s best friend, Conner Stevens, drawled. He didn’t move from his relaxed drape against the back of the booth. “What’re you gonna do, cut yourself at us?”

The bar for being the bigger person suddenly got a lot lower. Moira snarled over the table. Dillon put a gentle hand on her bicep. “No, Troy,” she chuffed. “I’m not. But you wanna know what I can do?” She hopped up on the table, jostling his drink with the jolt and wobble of the table. “You remember what happened to Brett?”

That got Troy’s attention. “What, you gonna pull a bear outta your ass? Wouldn’t surprise me, if you’re as big of a whore as your s—” His voice was suddenly cut off with a wet choke.

“Dill—”

“He brought Daisy into it, Moira,” she spat. “His ass is fair game now.” Her head hurt and her chest tightened as her emotions rose higher, but this time she was ready for it, and greeted the pain like an old friend. Passing out would so be worth making that little worm regret even thinking Daisy’s name.

Conner shook Troy’s shoulder, but it was no use. He was fully choking on a massive lump lodged firmly in his esophagus. His blond girlfriend-of-the-week pulled him into a Heimlich position — she was a lifeguard at the community pool, Dillon thought — and on the fourth violent thrust of her hands against his diaphragm, the foreign object in his throat finally dislodged itself.

A clump of daisies the size of her fist slopped wetly onto his half-finished burger.

Dillon felt something wet trickle from her nose. Worth it. “Now get the fuck away from our table before I pick something with thorns.”

CH 5: Come, Devil

"The show hasn't even begun, mon petit aperitif, I still have my pants on." He took his time turning on the shower, fiddling with the temperature, pulling out towels — all while letting Dillon dangle over his shoulder, and when she decided grumbling wouldn't get her anywhere and instead caught one wing in her hands to bite the sensitive membrane, he reminded her that his hands weren't the only disciplinary tools at his disposal, wrapping his tail around her arms and yanking her upright. How she still managed to maintain enough dignity to look angry with her pants and underwear hanging around her ankles, he didn't know, but he liked it a fair share more than he was willing to admit. It's not like anything was fully on display either, thanks to the massive shirt drowning her in fabric, but that was easily remedied. He grabbed the hem and made to rip it free—

"Don't tear my shirt, please." The quiet earnestness of her plea was jarring in the wake of her snarling fit, enough so that it turned his muscles to stone and forced him to meet her eyes. There was a flicker of fear in their hollow depths, suddenly so cold and lifeless, had he not felt her pulse fluttering against the underside of his tail, he'd wonder if she still had one at all. "Daisy bought it for me. It was the first concert we went to together."

Well, fuck. Zadimus set her down and stepped back, watching her kick off her other clothes and slowly, reverently strip off her shirt and fold it on the counter. "You really do love your sister, don't you?"

The fire went right back into her eyes as she looked up with raw determination and something he couldn't place, the sort of vicious familial passion he'd never observed in a member of his own kind; it drove otherwise pacifistic mothers to violent, gruesome vengeance killings, and made brothers fight more fiercely for — and sometimes against — each other than they would in any other circumstance. "I poured my soul into the ground so she could climb back out of it," she spat. "What do you think?"

"I think we're going to get along brilliantly," he replied, then pulled her into his arms again to crush their mouths together. The kiss was short-lived; she drew back and he worried he'd crossed a boundary somewhere, but she thrust her thumbs into his mouth and pried his jaws open.

"So that's what it was!"

"Whah?"

She grinned in triumph. "Your tongue's pierced, you wily fucking devil."

Zadimus batted her hand away. “I have other things pierced, you know, if that’s what really gets you going,” he drawled. “But as it stands, Miss Monroe, you have a filthy fucking mouth and it’s high time someone cleaned up your act.”

CH 8: Bullet on the Tracks

“Did you grab the bacon from up here or downstairs?”

Zadimus pointed to a plate of bacon that looked leaner than usual. “Downstairs for me,” he said, then pointed at the pan sizzling in front of him, “and up here for you.” He dumped the bacon onto a paper-towel-covered plate. “Your mother has a good system, all the cooking vessels are marked so there’s no risk of cross-contamination.”

Dillon nodded, reaching for a slice of her bacon. “Yeah, she adapted pretty quick— fuck!”

“You just saw me take that out of the pan, dipshit,” Zadimus scoffed at Dillon’s pitiful puppy eyes, then pulled her injured finger from her mouth. “It’s just a bit irritated, you’ll live.”

“But it hurts,” she pouted.

With a sigh, he ran his tongue over her finger before resuming his prior task of cracking eggs into the pan. “Better?”

Dillon gaped at the tingling still chasing away the angry red of a minor burn. “Wh— how.”

“Magic.”

“In your… spit.”

“Ah, no.” Zadimus tossed the empty carton into the recycling and the shells into the compost bin. “In general. But my hands were full,” he chuffed with a wink, squeezing her thigh.

Dillon scrunched up her nose to hide her grin. “Letch.”

“Careful, Dillon,” he teased. “I might think you like me and my brazen ways.”

She smacked his bicep, but the smile on her face lit the room and the flush of her cheeks warmed it. Zadimus released her into the kitchen so she could go about fixing coffee, as their infernal, unnecessarily complicated device refused to tell him its secrets. He was buying a machine for himself the next chance he got, something with as few buttons as possible and a normal filter. He got so lost in his fantasy of simplicity he almost missed her question. “Where are we going today?”

It didn’t help that she had half a bagel shoved into her mouth. How someone so small managed to open her jaw so wide— he shook off that train of thought before it could go anywhere that might cause another delay this morning.

CH 8: Bullet on the Tracks

So Zadimus let Dillon poke and prod his fading bruises; the single rib fracture that had started righting itself, the kink in his tail he’d already straightened in the back seat with someone’s hoodie in his mouth to muffle the grunt of pain it had wrung from him. That one smarted a bit, and he gave her a token wince so she’d have something to fuss over. He had been around long enough to know mortals needed to fret and tend to each other after a fight, to regain some control over something when everything else had been more or less out of it. He would never know the fear of a final death, but he understood it, and he had felt the stain it left behind once or twice in his thousand years.

He lifted the pads of her fingers to his lips and kissed the worry from each one, letting the tingle of magic distract her from their ordeal long enough to steal another kiss from her mouth. “See? I’m fine.”

He might have been, but she wasn’t — with her worrying hands at last sated to stillness, Zadimus could see where blood had dried beneath her fingernails, where boiling ichor had stained her knuckles an angry red, where she’d cut her lip either with her own teeth or while she was ripping the wraith apart. Flecks of darkness stubbornly clung to the outer edges of her irises. There was that glimpse again: scarlet braid, leather and metal, sturdy hips and silk-over-steel thighs, and the most vibrantly green eyes he’d ever seen.

There was nothing hard about Dillon except her damned head, but she hadn’t lived through war, famine, pestilence — only a pale horse roamed her pastures, yet she was neither afraid of its bray nor its bite. Her struggles all lived in her heart, and somehow it had still remained as chiffon-soft as the rest of her.

He’d recognize those eyes anywhere, though. Like sunlight reflecting off a dragon’s scales, sharp as a sword and twice as lethal, and when he found himself caught in her gaze—

“Zadimus?”

—the tenderness stabbed him with want so deep, so fathomless, he thought it might actually kill him.

Her lip split again when he crushed his mouth against hers. Blood and moss. She tasted like blood and moss and something ancient, something wild. Energy sparked against his teeth, a volley of arrows meant to take out his fortress defenses, and the energy within him answered in kind, pouring over her tongue and down her throat.

The backs of his thighs collided with the kitchen table. Fuck it. Zadimus let her push him back, spreading his wings across the surface and over the sides like a tablecloth. “People eat here, Dillon,” he teased, even as he helped her climb over him.

She bit his nipple.

Interlude II: Bad Blood

“Pamela Foster,” the newcomer clipped. “Castlebury Park. Sorry I’m late, the homeowner’s association meeting ran long because some people don’t seem to understand neighborhood beautification standards exist for a reason, and a black garage door is an eyesore.”

“Oh for fuck’s sake, Acheron,” Sterling hissed. His chair scraped as he rose, knocking into his hovering servant. If he noticed, he didn’t acknowledge it. “This? This is the fabled new bloodline? What’s she going to do, ask to speak to the manager?”

“Mister La Croix and I have already spoken, actually, thank you.” Pam took her seat at the end of the table. Acheron didn’t miss the mild panic flitting across Jedediah’s face and the subtle scoot of his chair away from her. Interesting. “We’re here because of my turning, correct?”

“A completely new bloodline hasn’t appeared since the seventeenth century, just mutated from older ones, so this is… most unusual,” Idris explained. “We’re sure you’re perfectly capable, but--”

“But what? I sent in my curriculum vitae, you’re all aware of my leadership capabilities, and further--”

“A leader ain’t just a few fancy words on a piece of paper, Pammy.”

Pam’s eyes narrowed and her mouth pressed into a thin line. Acheron felt his entire body threaten to implode into itself to escape. “Do not interrupt me, Mister… the Dragonheart, is it? Or so help me, you will find out why I was chosen as this line’s progenitor.”

Hagar’s mouth quirked up into an intrigued grin. How long had it been since another member challenged him like that? How long since anyone had?

“Further, I have submitted my territory demarcation through the appropriate channels, so I hardly think an entire meeting is necessary. I’m sure you all have better things to do,” the newcomer concluded. Her shock of bleached-blonde hair seemed to move in a breeze only she could feel. What little of it could move, anyway; the pixie cut looked sprayed and gelled and spiked to within an inch of its life.

Her conclusion once more erupted the room into cacophonous bickering, and again Hagar fired his gun to silence it before Acheron could even raise his voice. A second chunk of plaster joined the first. Pam did not look happy about it, and wouldn’t you know, the big brute actually flinched.

“Can we at least pretend we belong in our respective positions and act with a smidgen of civility? We aren’t werewolves,” Acheron snapped. Seconds later, he was clawing at an invisible hand constricting tighter and tighter around his throat.

“The woman I intend to take as my mate is a werewolf, Mister La Croix.” Pam’s eyes glowed a deep, dusky red. Her clothes swept up in the quickening breeze. “Tread carefully.”

[myhauntedsalem]

ERRIFIED PARENTS SHARE CREEPY THINGS THEIR KIDS SAY

My daughter said that there was a man hanging from our washing line, and when we went to look she said ‘It’s okay, he’s buried in the ground now’ she was about two and a half’.

Me: ‘Who’s the night night man?’ Her: ‘The night night man lives in our kitchen’.

“I work in childcare. A child once woke up from a nap, looked me dead in the eyes and quite plainly said ‘Everybody hates you.’”

“My friend used to volunteer at her mum’s primary school (ages 5 or 6 I think) and one time a little girl tripped on the playground. My friend took her inside and gave her a plaster for her knee and said kindly ‘Because you’ve been so brave, you can have your snack early. What would you like?’ The kid stops crying immediately, looks her dead in the eye and says ‘a rotten apple.’”

“I had a 4-year-old that I had never met run up to me very excited and say ‘I remember you from when I was big!’ I don’t believe in anything like that, but this kid was very sincere and refused to leave my side the entire visit.”

“My son once said to me. ‘I’m going to marry mommy when you die’. I said ‘alright, good night its bedtime’. He said ‘no Daddy, not good night, good bye‘. I slept with the door locked and one eye open that night.”

“Not to me but to my mother. I had a little brother who was blind by age 3 and had a brain tumor. My mother was feeding him oatmeal in the morning. He stopped and said ‘Aunt Mariam is here’ and pointed toward my mother’s bedroom. ‘She’s here for me.’ My brother never met Aunt Mariam, she passed away the year he was born. He asked to be laid on my mom’s bed and closed his eyes and passed away.” 8, “I lost my mom to a rare cancer when I was 8 months pregnant with my daughter.. (she is now almost 4). Last week while making breakfast she was just babbling about nothing and randomly said ‘your mom doesn’t scare me’ and then just kept talking about her ponies and what have you. It REALLY caught me off guard.”

“My cousin who was about four or five at the time looked at me dead in the eyes and said ‘I’m a baby just like Satan was!’ “ 10.“I was dressing my then 3yr old in his bedroom when he turned to me and said ‘mummy can you close the curtains, the little boy and girl are scaring me’ I asked ‘what little boy and girl?’ ‘The ones outside my window that watch us’. Safe to say the curtains stayed closed.”

“When my brother was little he acted like he had angels talking to him every second. One day my mom overheard him say, ‘I can’t kill him! He’s my only dad!'”

“When my daughter was three she had an imaginary friend named Kelly who lived in her closet. Kelly sat in a little rocking chair while she slept, played with her, etc. Typical imaginary friend stuff. Anyway, fast forward two years later, the wife and I are watching the new Amityville (the one with Ryan Renolds) and our daughter walks out right when dead girl goes all black eyed. Far from being disturbed she said ‘That looks like Kelly.’ ‘Kelly who?’ we say. ‘You know the dead girl that lived in my closet.’

“My little brother’s imaginary friend, Roger, lived under our coffee table. Roger had a wife and 9 kids. Roger and his family lived peacefully alongside us for three years. One day, my little brother announced that Roger wouldn’t be around anymore, since he shot and killed him and his whole family. I don’t know if he remembers any of this, but his genuine lack of remorse was very disturbing.”

My brother had an invisible friend named Tony Rygel. He was 6 inches tall and was elderly. One day we found my brother crying in his room. Apparently Tony Rygel had passed away in his sleep. We buried him in a shoe box in the backyard. So basically we had a funeral, complete with a moment of silence, for an empty shoebox.

“I was seventeen and babysitting a friend of the family’s six year old. He’d been in bed a couple of hours and I just peeked in to check on him. He wasn’t in the bed and when I opened the door wider, I saw he was standing in the corner, facing the wall. Creepiest thing ever. I asked him what he was doing and all he did was turn around, smile, and put his finger to his lips as if to say ‘shhh.’ i asked him again what he was doing and all he says is, ‘leave us. it is the punishment.’

[calliemontgomery]

CHARACTER INTRO:

NAME: Calliope "Callie" Victoria Montgomery

AGE: 36

GENDER/PRONOUNS: Female. She/her.

SEXUALITY/STATUS: Heterosexual. | Single.

OCCUPATION: District Attorney

BIRTHDAY: December 28th, 1987

HOMETOWN: Los Angeles, California.

NEIGHBORHOOD: Riverfoak Farms

FACECLAIM: Candice Patton

BACKGROUND:

TW: KIDNAPPING, DEATH, PREGNANCY.

Born via surrogate, along with her twin brother, Samuel.

Both parents are very successful. Her mother a model, and figurehead. Her father award wining surgeon.

Despite growing up in LA, Covintgon was like a second home to the twins, as that was where their grandparents lived.

Her mother wanted a mini-me for a daughter, one who would love the glitz and glam of Hollywood, instead, she got a girl who wanted to be be successful more like her father.

Only Callie hadn't realized that until a traumatic turn of events took place when she was 15. After a party with her best friend, Harper, they decided to walk home; but they would both be kidnapped.

They were missing for 4 days. Harper would end up killed, while Callie was rescued.

This was extremely traumatic for the young girl, yet, she seemed to bounce back a little too fast. Some would say she never truly dealt with that trauma. It would get worst when the man who kidnapped them would end up free, due to a mistrial.

This is the turning point in which Callie knew she wanted to go into law. Finishing high school, she'd go on to college and law school, topping her classes.

After law school, Callie would move to Covington for good, to be near her brother and his wife.

At 33, she would find herself landing the position of DA. For years she was all work, and very little play. So, it was a surprise that within the same year as her promotion, she'd find that she was pregnant.

in 2019, she gave birth to her daughter, who she named Harper, after her late friend, and Rose after her grandmother.

In 2021, she would adopt a mainecoone cat that she named Stormy.

Despite being married to her work, and a single mother, she manages to keep up both ends rather well. Of course with help of her brother, and his wife, and occasionally her parents. Which she is extremely grateful for.

WANTED CONNECTIONS:

FRIENDS/FRIENDLY RELATIONSHIP: Despite being a work horse, she is still a rather cool person to hang around. With becoming a mom, on top of her job, it did shorten her free time even more. But her brother does try to get her to go out and have some kind of social life. Or at least, just give her a break. This could be coffee friends, work out friends, even mom friends.

ENEMIES/I DON’T REALLY LIKE YOU: Not everyone likes everyone.

EXES/FRIENDS WITH BENEFITS/HOOK UPS (M/NB): Despite really not having time for relationships, she somehow manages to have a long list of ex-lovers. Very few serious. Most hook ups, as she has needs, and she likes them met. She does have a handful of exes that was serious, and it could've ended badly on either side to be honest. Or well. She definitely dated more freely in college.

BABY DADDY: To be honest, I don't assume she actually knows who her daughter's dad is. In my head, she had slept with two different men around the time she got pregnant. Instead of really figuring out who it was, she kinda just told them both that the other one was the dad. And they went with it. She always knew she wanted to be a mom, and she always figured she'd do it on her own. This way just saved her a trip to the bank. (Even tho deep down, she would love nothing more then the whole fairy tale love story. But she is a realistic, and her career comes before a relationship.)

COWORKERS: Anyone who works in law, cops, lawyers, etc, would very likely know of Callie Montgomery. Rather it's friendly or not, is up for debate.

CLIENTS: Anyone who's been in legal trouble.

TRULY ANYTHING AND EVERYTHING, FOR REAL. I JUST WANNA LOVE ON Y’ALL AND BE LOVED. OK THANK YOU

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[charliesimss]

Evens for Issy

Odds for hemming

2. Can your oc play any instruments? Have they ever wanted to learn how to play any? Why?

Yes she can play piano at like 10 year old level because her dads thought it would be cute for her to learn.

4. How does your oc fare in the dark? Are they scared? Do they trip over things really easily or navigate like they have night vision? (Or do they have night vision?)

Her eyes adjust unlike some peoples so she navigates fine inside, but she won't go outside in the dark because she's scared of getting kidnapped and/or eaten.

6. What was your oc’s relationship with their parents like? If they didn’t have any parents/didn’t know them, who in their life was the closest to a parent to them?

(Laughs in daddy issues) OKAY SO its complicated because she has her two adoptive dads who she loves and is technically biologically related to one of them (she's his niece but legal daughter), and they raised her and she sees them as her parents and talks to them everyday and calls them when she's in trouble. Her mama though.... She knew her mom growing up and was told that she was her bio mom early on, it was no big secret, she just never had that connection with Gemma. But she went to live with her when she was 16 and Gemma tried to be her bestie who bought her love instead of her mom. So she still has a confusing relationship with her, but talks to her sometimes like when she needs mom advice. But none of my characters are really very good at being moms. And she longs for Duncan's affection because he's her bio dad and there is something wrong with her. <3

8. Does your oc prefer being in a crowd or being completely alone? How many people can be around them before they get uncomfortable?

She's pretty shy around strangers so she wouldn't like a room full of strangers or of people she went to high school with. She's prefer to be alone if that were the case, but shes comfortable around a few friends and their family members.

10. How open is your oc to trying new things? Are they the adventurous sort, or would they rather stay in their comfort zone? Why?

She is pretty adventurous! She'd try everything at least once, but make sure safety precautions are taken.

12. Does your oc have any best friends? Who was/is their closest friend? What about their worst enemy?

Yes! Aedan and Mason are her best friends. She doesn't have enemies, but she should.

14. What is your oc’s vision like? Do they require glasses, are they completely blind, or do they have 20/20 vision? Does this have an effect on their life?

She has really good vision, its just genetic.

16. How often does your oc lie? Why is that? What was the biggest lie they’ve ever told?

The biggest lie she ever told was probably telling her dads she was sleeping over at a friends house and then going to a different friends house to have a party/sleepover :think:. She feels too guilty when she lies.

18. How does your oc fare in an emergency situation? Do they panic, do they freeze, do they take charge?

She would step in and see how she could help, she'd flex that ""Im almost a nurse"" line to boost her own confidence.

20. What is your oc’s personal hygiene like? Is it important to them? What is their daily routine for this like?

Showering is important to her, she does it every other day, but her hair only twice a week.

22. How quiet or loud is your oc? Are they easily capable of sneaking around without being heard, or do they feel it’s impossible to stop talking?

She can be very quiet yes.

24. How dramatic is your oc? Do they make a big deal over every little thing, or do they fail to react to even the most crazy of events?

She's pretty calm, shes learned a lot of good control methods in nursing school.

26. How stylistically fancy is your oc? Or would they rather go for comfort and plainness instead?

Comfort!! Trying on fancy dresses for weddings (bridesmaids ones I mean) would have her so out of her comfort zone.

28. Is your oc always late, always early, or always right on time? Is there any reason for this?

She's fairly on time, this is because she has no children and lots of anxiety.

30. How much does your oc swear? Or do they keep completely clean? Why is this? Is there any situation where they would be the opposite?

She tries to keep a clean vocabulary, she only swears when shes mad most of the time.

32. Is your oc a pacifist, or someone who picks fights? Why? In what situations would they be the opposite?

She'd sit down and stay quiet while aedan started a fist fight with someone, and this would only be the opposite in an alternate timeline.

34. How easily does your oc throw something away? As soon as something is through with its usefulness, or are they more like a hoarder? Is there a reason?

Mostly she tries to use things until the last straw, she just doesn't like to contribute waste to already over full landfills. She tries to do that 0 waste challenge for at least a week.

36. What is your oc’s ideal night out like? Or would they rather spend it at home?

She likes a bar hop/dance club time in Ireland, mostly because she has a great party friend.

38. How energetic is your oc? Do they have trouble sitting still or do they feel low on juice all the time? Any reason why?

No. She got spoons for days. She can go to work *and* the gym, *and* make food all in one day... imagine that.

40. How humble is your oc? Or are they closer to royal in their self-perception? Why? Is this obvious to others?

She's not too high in the ego department. (If Im honest idrk what humble means).

[leleamo]

Fire in the Clawson family.

Far from Mega Kat City, beyond little explored hills, trees in abundance, among them a house, small, made of wood, in front of the door, a black kat, large, frightening and with no emotion other than seriousness in its gaze, with a bag where he carried food, he entered the bed, dark, scary, in pure silence...

"Angela...? Baby, daddy's here..." he said in hoarse and happy voice, he walked without resistance to his daughter's room, but his cute and attentive smile died, when he opened the bedroom door, there was no one, no one.

"..." the sight of the open window said it all, he turned and went to his room, opened a drawer, and took out a gun, without saying anything, he left the house again.

far away, in Mega Kat City, a small hotel, you know, those that aren't buildings, simpler ones, usually on roads for travelers to rest from their trips, I think they're called motels, anyway, in one of the rooms, two kats spent a night together. Inside the house it was cozy, lights on and the delicious smell of popcorn coming from the kitchen, on the sofa, a chubby and fluffy kat, with yellowish fur, with black and orange spots on it. some parts of her body, short and curly hair, she looked at the TV excitedly

"Come on Jaqueline! the film is about to start!"

Jaqueline, the kat with brown fur, big circles under her eyes, tired but happy face, big straight hair, sat next to her friend, with popcorn in her hands

"Sorry for the delay, Amora, I never know how to make popcorn properly-

Ping plon, the doorbell rang.

"Ah, that's it" Jaqueline she got up irritated, leaving the popcorn in Amora's arms, without patience, she opened the door "there's no stale bread here-"

She stopped screaming when she saw a kat, black, small, with a white dress and a face cut by a giant scar on the right side, with long hair that stood up at the ends, similar to Jaqueline's, who looked pale at the child, who said "You're my mother? Mrs. Jaqueline Clawson?"

...

The girl was now sitting next to Amora, while Jaqueline walked back and forth with the phone, huffing "come on, you coward, answer it..."

"so your name is Angela? what a beautiful name!" Amora talks to Angela, who didn't seem very expressive, but didn't back down. "Why did you come here alone to see your mom? It's dangerous to come alone"

"I didn't come to see my mother, I came to see my brother" Amora and Jaqueline eyes widen, Jaqueline approached without bothering to hang up the phone

"How the hell do you know about Jake-"

"Jake? I'm talking about Razor" little Angela took a torn newspaper photo from her dress, and there was Razor, Jaqueline started laughing really, really loud!

"why the hell do you think that, girl?? Hahahaha!!"

"because... we look alike..." Angela replied sadly, and Jaqueline The laughter increased and Amora desperately wanted to silence Jaqueline

"Oh my dear... appearance doesn't mean anything, Razor is not her brother"

"Damn stupid girl, you're just like your father! Come here to see "your brother" disappearing from your father's sight and to bring problems like him back to me!!"

"Jaqueline shut up!" Amora screamed, and Angela stood up, holding her arms and sad

"... you were kinder in the letters that dad wrote mom... I'm leaving..." crumpling Razor's photo, she walked out the door, Amora desperate and Jaqueline not even caring

"Jaqueline, what was that?!"

"You know what I went through with Bob, the last thing I want is his fucking daughter here, I already had to put up with Jake"

"She's still your daughter, Jaqueline! She's still a girl, you can't leave her alone in these streets!! and if you don't go after her, I will!!"

"... shit! okay! I'll go, wait for me at the door, I'll get a coat..."

...

On the busy streets of Mega Kat City, Angela walked joylessly, staring at the photo of Razor, well, her half-cropped tail going this way and that

"... well, my brother isn't going to appear out of nowhere... I guess I can just wait... I'm going to go get some ice cream" was what It made a smile appear on the black cat's face, which, well, there wasn't an ice cream shop nearby, but there was the mall.

the mall inside wasn't that big, but it already had what Angela wanted, its white lights reflected on the floor, and on a bench, there was Angela, eating her strawberry ice cream, a few cats passed by her, sometimes looking and asking, where are this girl's parents? but It doesn't matter, Angela would wait until the moment for her brother, or rather Razor, to appear with T-bone to save the night, but then, suddenly, a loud alarm sound echoes throughout the mall, along with a strong red light, alarm security, okay, but the stores started to close, with the cats inside screaming in fright and fear, Angela's ears twitched, she hates loud sounds, the cats Those around them looked so confused, but suddenly everything stopped, the light went out, with only the moonlight coming through the glass ceiling of the mall, but a shot, just a shot echoed through the place, everyone ducked in panic, a pure silence... Angela stood up, the only one standing, she saw... was Molly.

"No one moves! If not, I'll shoot!" Molly pointed the gun at everyone, Angela stopped the moment she spoke, but he didn't show fear, but rather a smile, which caught Molly's attention "you better go sit down girl, otherwise I'll shoot you in the leg and make you sit down myself!"

Angela laughed "of course ma'am... Thanks for making my night~" Angela happily went to the back of the large cluster of scared, sitting kats, sitting down and looking up at the glass ceiling, waiting for the Swat Kats to appear...

...

"Jaqueline, look!"

"What the fuck"

Amora and Jaqueline were near the mall surrounded by Enforcers, at the door of the mall, was Mac.

"Tell Manx to hand over a good amount of money, otherwise Mega Kat City will lose some citizens!" The robot went back into the mall, laughing.

Commander Feral, sighed in hatred, one of the enforcers approached Feral "commander, we flew over the place, from what we managed See, there are about fifty kats in there, possibly more.."

Jaqueline approached the two "hey, please don't tell me there was a cat, in a white dress, with black fur..."

The enforcers seemed surprised but replied "ah ma'am... I'm sorry to inform you but yes..." Jaqueline snorted in hatred, while the enforcers walked away, but Feral looked at Jaqueline, he knew her.

"We will rescue your relative, Mrs. Clawson, don't worry..."

"She IS my daughter, Feral, the fucking daughter I haven't seen in ages..."

Feral seemed surprised, but quickly returned to his serious manner "don't worry, when this is all over, you can spend as much time as you want with your daughter" he smiled, a rare thing and walked away from Jaqueline... Soon Amora approached by Jacqueline.

"And now Jaque? We wait until the operation is over?"

"I'm going in"

"What?!"

"I don't care if I get screwed later, I don't want Angela to get hurt or die... it's kind of my fault I guess... and if anyone is going to get hurt, let it be me..." Jaqueline looked around... "I go in there, take Angela and get out of there..."

Amora took Jaqueline's hand "I'm going with you, otherwise I'm going to have a heart attack! Hahah..." They both smiled, their friendship was so strong that not even the Metallikats would scare them

"Come on, I know of an entrance to the back of the mall..."

...

While Angela was trapped on the first floor, Jaqueline and Amora sneaked in, the Swat Kats also sneaked in from the second floor, being careful not to make any noise, looking at the dark and silent place, oddly enough.

"What silence... But shouldn't there be kats on this floor too?" T-bone wondered, but Razor led him to the stairs that led up to the first floor, and there were the remains of the cats, and Molly and Mac arguing, for a change

"There they are... we need a plan..." Razor said, whispering, not that it was necessary, Molly and Mac were more focused on the fight

"I can help!" They both jumped in fright, It was Angela! With a smile that scared them both

"Hi little one... what a scare you gave us..." T-bone said approaching the girl, next to Razor

"Are you okay? They didn't hurt you or anything?"

"I'm great! I'm glad the Metallikats came! I can finally meet you, Razor!" Angela jumped up and down happily, surprising them both.

"Ah.. that's cool, young lady... Ehh, what's your name?" Razor said, a little shyly

"Angela! Can I help you?"

"You can, staying here and not making noise, it's dangerous and we don't want anyone to get hurt, just the Metallikats" said T-bone, looking at Molly and Mac downstairs, still arguing

"Please... I can be useful... I won't get hurt, and if I get hurt it's okay!!"

"... Just stay here okay...?"

"... No" in a blink eyes, Angela returned to the first floor, scaring the Swat Kats again, but finding the attention of the Metallikats! Who pointed their guns at him, telling her to sit down

"Oh gentlemen Mange, can I ask you some questions?" With each word she got closer, and Molly and Mac weren't understanding... but with their concentration on Angela, the Swat Kats moved, slowly going after the bandits. "Are you happy together? Because it seems like it, even with these boring discussions" Angela was now in front of the bandits, who seemed in doubt, not to answer but to the girl's questions "I bet having you two as parents would be better than have my father"

"Ahh.. would you rather have thug parents... than your father...?" Molly said in disbelief

"Would you do that to me?" Angela pointed to her ears cut off, her huge scar on her eye, her tail with the beginning cut off, this scared everyone in the place, and the injuries made Mac slightly rub his cheek where he had a scar before becoming a robot...

"And where is your father...?" Mac raised his gun to the audience of innocents right in front of him

"He's not here..."

"There Mac, now do you want to adopt her?"

"It would be better for her"

You two were talking and slowly Angela moved away from them, smiling at the Swat Kats, who quickly threw a net at the Metallikats! Arresting them

"Yayyy! I helped!"

"Was what you said serious, Angela?" Razor asked, all worried...

"Yes! Hahah!" She smiled a stupid smile

"Angela..." Razor said discouraged but...

"Wretches!!" Molly and Mac broke free from the net and started shooting! The Swat Kats quickly got out of the way of the shots along with Angela, the shots bounced off the walls, the deafening noise hurt everyone's ears, but another thump caught everyone's attention! suddenly a fire extinguisher hit Molly's head, who threw it? Jacqueline! that she had another fire extinguisher in her hand, next to her was Amora, but Jaqueline's face was not at all pleasant

"Leave my daughter alone!!!" Jaqueline screamed in fury, Angela looked so happy and Razor looked so confused, Molly could have been stunned, but Mac shot again, but at Jaque and Amora! T-bone with his Glovatrix shot an Octopus missile towards Mac's gun, i.e. ripping the gun from his body.

"No one messes with my mother!" thought the slow body cat.

"Thank you- Ah!" didn't even have time to talk, the extinguisher held by Jaqueline was shot by Molly, filling the place with smoke, but giving the Swat Kats, Jaque, Amora and Angela an opening to get out...

In a tighter, darker part of the mall, there were the five

"It's very brave of you to come and save Angela, but it's very dangerous, next time, just leave it to us" Razor said while he still had Angela nearby as she gently approached her mother

"I know it was dangerous, but it's my apology to you, Angela" Jaqueline said gently, while touching her daughter's shoulders "I'm sorry for what I said, my dear, I shouldn't take out my hatred for your father on you... you are still my daughter, and I promise to love you and care for you, and take you out of your father's hands... I heard what you said to the Metallikats, I'm not going to let that man get close to you..." Jaqueline said sincerely, and in response, came a warm hug from Angela...

"Well, we've already done what we wanted to do, good luck, Swat Kats" Amora said with a smile and soon she, Jaqueline and Angela left there...

"I never imagined you had a sister, dear.." T-bone said

"Ahh how I wanted not being as Razor... let's finish this soon, I need to process that I have a sister"

...

once again, the Swat Kats saved the night, all the innocent kats taken hostage were already outside the mall, and the Metallikats were already in the van, the Clawson and Amora family were together, laughing and relieved that everything was over, from afar, Feral watched the family, with a smile on their face

"Good evening, Commander" said Chance and Jake, the commander turned and his smile disappeared

"Clawson and Furlong...here at this time?"

"We're not kids, Feral" said Chance

"Ah, this is close to my mother's house, I was worried when I found out what was happening, I just came to see her" said Jake

"... I know Jake... well, good night to you both" The commander left the scene, and Jake and Chance went to their families

"Hi mom!"

"Chance! Boy, what are you doing here?"

while the blonde cats chatted, the brown cats stole the show

"Mother..."

"Jake.. ah- this is Angela.. she-

"You look like Razor!" Angela ran and approached her brother, the sentence froze Jake "You're Razor, I'm sure!"

"It's also great to meet you little sister..."

"Oh my..." Jaqueline sighed, but felt someone approaching, she turned and saw... Bob, Angela's father.

"...Angela." His hoarse voice made Angela turn around, her tail wrapped around her legs and she began to tremble...

"Don't you dare touch her-

"Shut the fuck up, Jaqueline." There was only hatred in Bob's eyes, he looked at Angela "you ungrateful child... I did everything for you since you arrived... and as soon as you thanked me?" he grabbed Angela's wrists, the girl didn't even react, she just trembled

"Let her go- Chance was silenced with Bob's gun being pointed at him, to all the four...

"If you prefer them.. okay..." the gun changed its aim, now pointing at Angela's forehead! "but I don't ever want to see you again-

"ENOUGH!!" Jake tried to grab his father's gun, unfortunately a shot went off, but fortunately not at Angela, drawing the attention of the Enforcers, who remained on the spot... "If you try to hurt my sister again, I will make you regret it!!!" Jake screamed in fury, but before the worst could happen, some enforcers stopped big Bob...

...

A week passed, Bob was now locked up, it didn't matter, Jake and Chance would have a visit, Angela, Jake got everything cleaned up and ready for his sister's arrival.

"You're excited, huh?" he spoke Chance

"Of course! I'm going to spend the whole weekend with my sister! I didn't even know existed!"

"At times like this I wish I had a sister, heh, but hey, do you think she can find out our identities?"

"well, she seems to be good at keeping secrets"

"I know..."

Ping pong

"She's arrived!" Jake ran to the door

"ahh I still don't like the idea of ​​sleeping on the couch, she should sleep on the couch!" Chance if getting up from the sofa

"be quiet Chance!"

End!

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Drew chaperoning Amelia’s kindergarten zoo trip and one of the moms can not take a hint that he’s not interested

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— pairing: dad!Drew x Amelia

— type: fluff

— summary: Drew’s field trip to the zoo with Amelia doesn’t go as planned.

— a/n: just a cute lil daddy/daughter moment :)

— warnings: non-con touching (not sexual) // if i missed anything, please let me know

— Drew’s POV —

I held Amelia’s little hand as we passed the gates of her school’s entrance, walking right to her classroom. It was filled to the brim with more 6 year olds than I’ve ever seen before.

From the moment we entered the class, all eyes were on us. Sure, it’s not everyday you see a 6’2 guy walking around, but all of the sudden attention from the parents scared me.

I was dragged away from the entrance by Amelia as she brought me along to say hi to one of her friends.

“Cami! This is my daddy!” Amelia exclaimed as a smile took over her face.

“Hi Cami. It’s nice to meet you” Amelia suddenly slapped my leg to get me to bend down to her height as she whispered “Don’t be rude, daddy. Say hi to her mommy” I nodded at her sudden bossiness.

“Hi, I’m Drew. You must be Cami’s mom?” I held my hand out to greet the woman in front of me.

“I’m Carly, Cami’s mom. Nice to meet you, Drew” She smiled awkwardly at me. It was kind of scary if I’m being completely honest.

She was beginning to speak again when we heard the announcement to begin boarding the buses for the schools field trip to the local zoo.

Amelia grabbed my hand as we made our way onto the bus. All parents were instructed to sit closest to the aisle, which meant all children sat next to the window. This led to Cami and Carly sitting in the seats next to us. Though Cami and Amelia were further away from each other than they would’ve liked, this only made me and Carly sit closer than I would’ve liked.

She had started speaking to me and I wasn’t fully paying attention. I was talking to Amelia about the different animals she wanted to see today. I guess Carly still assumed that me and Y/n hadn’t gotten back together because she started asking questions about my personal life.

“You seem like such a sweetheart” she said as she placed her hand on my arm. “Are you available tonight for dinner?” she kept her hand in it’s exact spot before beginning to mess with the light hairs on my arm.

I gently grabbed her hand and moved it off of me before answering her.

“No, ma’am. I’ve got plans tonight” I forced a smile as I looked back toward Amelia to continue our conversation. I wasn’t lying, I did have plans for tonight with Y/n and Amelia.

“Oh that’s a shame… What about tomorrow night?” She now placed her hand on my shoulder. I turned my head to look at her before, once again, removing her hand.

“Sorry but I’m not interested, Carly” I scooted as far away from her as possible as I apologized to Amelia for cutting off our conversation.

Carly didn’t try speaking to me anymore for the rest of ride to the zoo. We all got off the bus and we got placed into groups. Unfortunately for me, we got stuck with Cami & her mom. I tried to suck it up and not ruin the day for Amelia but it was really difficult.

Carly’s voice began to annoy me after only a few short hours of knowing her. Anywhere me and Amelia went, hand-in-hand, Carly & Cami followed close behind. We couldn’t get a break, specifically I couldn’t get a break.

After exploring the zoo for about 2 hours and seeing so many animals, our group made it to the final exhibit: The Crocodiles. Amelia was absolutely fascinated by these animals. I carried her on my shoulders so she could get a better view of the creatures in-front of her.

While listening to Amelia tell me all about the crocodiles, I felt an arm swing around my torso and I tensed up. I turned around and saw Carly, not caring at all that she was invading my personal space or being disrespectful.

I slowly carried Amelia off of my shoulders and told her to wait one minute as I turned my attention back to Carly.

“Carly, can you please stop? I-” I spoke before a lighter voice interrupted me.

“Misses Cami’s mom, keep your hands to yourself!” Amelia shouted as she stepped in front of me and pointed toward Carly, causing her to immediately remove her arm and hold them up in defense.

“Can’t you take a hint, woman?” Amelia threw her hands up in the air dramatically. “You know, if my mommy were here, she would have no problem putting you in timeout for being a bad girl” She scolded the grown woman in front of her as I struggled to keep in a laugh.

“Oh wait- I didn’t know you guys got back together-” Carly attempted to defend herself.

“You should’ve stopped the first time I told you that I wasn’t interested, Carly. Plus, you’ve known that me and Y/n got back together because you and every other mother here talk about us. Please just leave us alone” And with that, I grabbed Amelia and we walked back to the bus, not speaking to anyone.

Carly & Cami didn’t try speaking to either of us for the rest of the day, though I’m 95% sure Cami didn’t talk to Amelia because her mom told her not to.

“I’m sorry for ruining your field trip, princess” I apologized to Amelia who was busy comparing our hand sizes.

“It’s okay, daddy. Plus I got to be a big girl like mommy and tell people what to do!” She squealed as she shook her arms in excitement. I could only smile at how extra she was… just like her momma.

“Oh and that reminds me, thank you for sticking up for me today” I held her close as i held her wrap her little arms around me as much as possible.

“Of course, daddy. Anything for you” She smiled into my chest.

“Just wait til mommy finds out” Amelia giggled into my chest causing us both to erupt into full-blown laughter.

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Corrupt

riddler x reader

riddler x politician daughter!reader

word count: 2.6k

warnings: stalking, mentions and descriptions of infidelity, mentions of alcohol, jealousy, mentions of pregnancy and abortion, paying off people in a wrongful manner

a/n there will be a part two babes, this is just so long already as it is. I like to chunk it up. as a reader, I get turned off by stories that run long. I hope you enjoy my first riddler fic :) 

(also, kat is not catwoman. I realized the reference after I wrote this, but I really liked the name so I kept it.) 

summary Y/N L/N. Daughter of an infamous Gotham senator. Edward takes a particular interest in her. When fate brings them together, he can’t help himself anymore. She needs to be shielded from her father’s corruptness. And from Bruce Wayne. 

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Part 2

Y/N L/N. Gotham socialite, Graduate of GU, daughter of a senator, one of the most eligible women in the whole city. You have had links to many prominent people in this town, the most renowned one being Bruce Wayne. You currently were unemployed, but spent time at volunteer shelters. Things in your life seemed good. Your birthday was coming up. Your dad had just bought you a new car. You and your friends were planning a night out in Gotham for your twenty third birthday. But oh, little did you know. 

***

Edward Nashton was quite a subtle man. Blending into the background, being ignored, and staying quiet was his specialty. He was scouring news channels for any motive to play out his desires. Kellan L/N had made a speech recently to announce the decrease of crime in his district. Edward laughed so hard he almost knocked the glass of water off of his table next to him. Just as he was about to flip the channel, he noticed you. Standing in the back. Your bright eyes were focused on the senator. Edwards heart sank when he saw this. Such a beautiful girl fooled by the politics of Gotham. He had to know who you were. 

A quick internet reverse search brought up your digital profile. Ed was quick to dissect it. He wanted to throw up when he found out you were the daughter of Kellan L/N, third child of his. He didn’t know he had any other children than his sons. They were a bit older than you anyways. Edward had a small dislike for the L/N sons, your older brothers. He’s found douchey photos online of them partying on yachts with other women and expensive alcohol. How would their wives feel about that? All funded by their dad. He definitely also engaged in these activities. Pictures dating back thirty/forty years depicted your father cheating on your mother. 

Slamming his computer shut, he pulled out his phone. His notepad sat next to him as he scrolled through your instagram. 

24.9k followers. Impressive. 

Edward scrolled through your photos. He figured out your best friend was named Hazel. She was the daughter of a senator from another city. Not his problem, other places corruption. You had been friends with Hazel since about ninth grade, when you started posting on Instagram. 

You didn’t have many recent posts with your brothers. The age gap in the family must have simmered your relationships once you got older. You last posted a picture of you and one of your brothers in 2018 for a birthday post. He found old birthday posts of yours. The last one was around a year ago, you were due to turn twenty three about next week. He scoffed as he looked at the pictures from your birthday last year. Cabo trip, all funded by daddy. You were probably on a plane to go somewhere exotic for your next birthday already, he thought. 

What angered him the most was the party photos. You seemed to be close with Bruce Wayne. One of the men he hated the most. Bruce had no online presence minus the photos you would occasionally post of him. How has he never seen this before? 

Party in upstate with Bruce. 

Bruce Wayne at a party?

Picnic with Bruce. 

No way Bruce Wayne actually went on a picnic. Staged. 

Bruce’s banister is so beautiful, I couldn’t help myself. I needed a pic or two. 

She’s at his manor? 

Jealously filled Edward. Of course Bruce Wayne got the most perfect girl. He had everything he didn’t. 

He angrily flicked through the comments and was relieved when he saw the constant denial of a relationship between you two.

@hzljohnson so when is the wedding?

@y/nl/n in your dreams

Even her best friend wanted this to happen. 

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@gthmnews13 Is this an official relationship confirming post? The fans are going crazy!

@y/nl/n Me and Bruce are only friends. 

An official news source? Can’t they leave her alone? 

Edward threw his phone to the floor. He was sick at looking at your picture perfect life. 

He knew something deeper was going on. 

On some of the sub chains he had been on recently, there was unrest. Something was about to be exclusively leaked about politicians in Gotham. Sure, everyone says that all the time. But Edward had a feeling this was big. It was a file that supposedly held career/life damaging documents for people, going all the way up to potentially the mayor. Edward giddied to himself, laying back on his couch and looking at the newspaper clippings he had pasted on his ceilings. The feeling of excitement rose. This next few weeks were going to be great. 

***

Your father knew. The pictures she threatened to leak would come out eventually. It was just a matter of when. He was smitten when he met her at the Iceberg Lounge. She was just a little older than his own daughter. He, and many other politicians, only knew her as Kat. He figured she just wanted a taste of the expensive life, and this was the only way she knew how. She certainly had the facilities to be in her position. Kat began almost exclusively spending her time with him. He payed the best. After a few months of this, she demanded a large sum of money. When he denied it, she dropped the bombshell. She was pregnant. 

Your father was almost certain the child wasn’t his, and brushed her off. He offered to pay for her abortion, but this just made her angrier. It wasn’t until she came back with a subpoenaed paternity test is when he knew she told. Told who, he wasn’t sure. A lawyer, judge, who knows. 

And it came back that he was in fact the father of her unborn child. 

He shut out Kat, getting her banished from the Lounge. Denying her any more money, she promised to leak the photos of them together. Pictures at the lounge, at dinner, in bed, the paternity test. Everything she had documented throughout their affair. 

Your father promised then to make small payments for her and the child, but she was more interested in the pay from the newspaper’s that they would give for these pictures. 

That was four months ago. No word from Kat, no news from the media. 

He sat in his office thinking about the past events when you burst through the doors. “Y/N!” he announced, standing up to give you a hug. “Hi dad,” you smiled, sitting across from him. “What is the reason for the visit? How is the apartment treating you?” he asked, cracking his knuckles. “It’s nice. It’s all really nice,” you said. “I was wondering if I could borrow some money for my birthday.” 

You always said borrow to make yourself feel better. You never payed him back. But what was he for then? A dad who never payed much attention in your life. He had to compensate that somehow. 

“Where is it this year? London?” he asked. “I-I was thinking something more lowkey. A night out in Gotham.”

Your father sighed. “I don’t think that would be such a good idea.” 

“Why?” you asked, crossing your arms. “With all these Riddler attacks…” “Dad, trust me. I can handle myself.” you scoffed. “Y/N, sweetheart. He is strapping bombs to people. People who I worked closely with.” he sighed, rubbing his forehead. “Yeah, people you work with. I don’t work with you.” you said, pursed lips. 

A moment of silence lingered between you two.

“I guess,” he sighed. You squealed and hugged him, thanking him. “I’ll wire you the cash!” he yelled after you as you were leaving his office. 

***

Edward sat at the counter, doodling away at his drawing. He was copying the cheap print on the diner wall, adding his own details. Making it more his style. He was too interested in his artwork and his coffee to notice you walk in. 

You would have never usually chose this spot. The nearest Starbucks was closed for the night, and you were craving caffeine. You had to write a speech for the Animal Shelter you had been volunteering for. You donated a large sum of money to the place. And tonight was the night you were going to write your speech.

“Can I have a large black coffee?” you asked the waitress. “That all?” she asked. “Um, a slice of pumpkin pie too.” 

Edward perked up and looked over, realizing this stranger had just ordered his exact order. 

And the stranger was you. 

His heart skipped a beat. He set down his coffee a little too hard, causing a bit to spill on his artwork. You looked over at him.

Edward swore to himself internally, knowing he completely fucked up. 

He looked back up at you, and you gave him a slight smile. You looked down at the picture he was drawing, now covered in droplets of coffee. 

“S-same order I get,” he managed to spit out. An explanation. “Is it any good?” you asked him, leaning your hip against the counter waiting for your order. “Is what?” he asked, intimidated by your beautiful presence. “The food?” you smirked, cocking your head. “O-oh, yeah. It’s great here.” he said, letting out a small smile. The waitress set your food down on the counter space next to him. 

You never usually spoke to strangers like this, but this man seemed kind. You were in a need for good company anyways. Everyone around you always seemed fake. Hazel, your brothers, your father, Bruce. All monetary based relationships. You craved something natural. Something real. 

You took the first bite of pie and shook your head. “This is amazing,” you said astonished. “Best pie in all of Gotham,” Edward said. “You, sir, might be right about that.” you smiled, wiping the corner of your mouth with the napkin. 

“Y/N,” you introduced yourself. “Edward,” 

Ed never was this social. The last time he spoke to anyone in this depth was a co worker, probably years ago. It just broke his heart watching you, so perfect, about to be ruined by the corruptness of Gotham. Just another victim to the dirtiness of the city. 

The two of you went on conversing until closing time. You asked him about his drawing, if he did other drawings, what he was interested in. When you tried to solve some of his riddles, his heart fluttered. You liked the innocence in him. He didn’t know who you were (at least to your knowledge) and treated you like a normal person. It was hard to explain to him and still seem normal what you did with your life. Edward admired that you volunteered for a living. Giving to others who had none. If he would have had someone like you in the orphanage, his life would have gone a lot better. He just knew it.

When you two separated at the end of the night, you never expected to see him ever again. You cursed yourself on the subway home that you should have gotten his number. He was so innocently adorable, someone wholesome. You needed that in your life. Hazel would ridicule you for your ‘poor choice in a man’. Your brothers would bully the shit out of him at family functions. But you didn’t care. He was real. 

Edward knew he would see you again. He would make sure of it. You were the one thing in Gotham that wasn’t bad. You sparkled in a city of grime. 

He thanked whatever god was looking down on him. He was granted the experience of meeting you, out of the thousands of people in Gotham. You. 

***

Edward tracked your almost every move. He sat in his discreet car across the street of your apartment. He found the new purchase documents online. He had to unscript some of the documents, but found your address easily. He would see you get chauffeured to your volunteer sites. This week you went to the animal shelter, along with a homeless shelter. He admired that about you. You would get home at around four/five pm, which gave you time to get ready for the night activity. Every night you would either have friends over, leave to go to the diner (which you secretly did in hopes of seeing Edward again. He didn’t know this was the reason.), have dinner with your mother, or have a night in for yourself. Lights out at about ten, and you would wake up at seven. Your whole routine down to a point. 

He would stand in the corner of a store on the street. He knew you walked this way everyday to reach the volunteer center. And today, the same god smiled down at him because he was given this bit of information. 

“Hazel, the Fort Adolphus venue is fine. Yes. It’ll be fun, I promise. Yeah, I think seven is a good time…”

Edward froze when he heard this. Your birthday, he assumed. It was two days away. And Fort Adolphus was one of the most prestigious venues in Gotham. Only a senator would be lucky enough to book it. And give it to his daughter to use for her birthday party. 

***

Edward arrived at the venue at four pm. He quickly seeked out one of the party coordinators. Distracting him, he took him into a back closet and tazed him. Stole his clothes, and locked him in. He would be out for a few hours, the taser was powerful. 

And with that, he did what he did best. Blend in. 

You arrived at 6:30. You wore a black minidress, with a sheer torso. You had gold chains as straps. The fabric was bunched up to give a ripple affect. Your hair was curled, and makeup was on perfectly. Edward noticed you when he heard your black heels click on the marble floors. You looked like a goddess. 

“Welcome to the Fort Adolphus venue Miss L/N, let me find a coordinator to help you get settled,” the woman at the door said. She noticed Edward standing around and doing nothing and called for him.

He had just made fate happen. 

“You! Sir!” she called out to Edward. That is when your eyes met again. Your eyes lit up, giving him a smile. “Ed?” you asked, joining his presence. “Funny seeing you,” he chuckled, pushing his clipboard against his waist. “He can escort you to your private back room.” the woman at the door said. “Right,” Edward confirmed, playing along with his role. 

“I didn’t know you were a party coordinator,” you said, watching your team pile out of your car. Hair, makeup, wardrobe on standby. “I’m not,” he said, realizing he made a mistake. “Uh, one night only. Temporary gig,” he managed to get out before raising suspicion. The two of you got to a room labeled ‘Back Room A’. He hoped it was the one for you, and to his luck it was. Gifts laid across a wide table in the middle of the room. Expensive alcohol and food was on the opposite wall. A large couch and a vanity also sat in the room. “There you are,” he said awkwardly, opening the door. “Will I see you tonight?” you asked him as he was about to shut the door. “Um…” Edward thought. “No, I’m only pre-party crew.” he lied. Definitely wasn’t going to stick around. He wasn’t a party person anyways.

He was expecting you to close the door after that, but you didn’t. You got out your phone. “I meant to do this at the diner, but do you have a phone number? Well, of course you have a phone number, I’m just asking if-” “Yeah sure, um…” he said, interrupting you. 

Y/N L/N just asked for his phone number. Oh my god. And she was nervous about it!

After you exchanged them, he began to slowly close your door to give you some privacy. You grabbed his hand on the door knob, and looked directly in his eyes. 

“Ed?”

“Yes?”

“Thank you.”

“Y-your welcome. May I ask for what?” he stuttered. 

“Being real.”

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Scorpius's letters

Summary: letters Scorpius wrote to you his mother.

Requested: by my friend Lilith who is a monster for giving me this idea.

Dracos POV

Warnings: death and alcohol mentioned

Dear mom,

Dad told me today that you had to go on a trip, I wish you could have said goodbye to me but I'll see when you get back. I love you mommy I'll get daddy to send the letter to you

-Scorpius

Dear mommy,

It's been a month where are you? Dads been crying himself to sleep every night, we went to a funeral today I don't know who it was for, do you know? People kept telling dad they are sorry for his loss, who did he lose? And why did daddy say he wishes you were here? And why did people say y/n which is your name when talking about the person he lost? Do we have another y/n in the family? I don't know, also could you reply to my letters thank you, I love you hope your coming back soon

-Love Scorpius

Dear mum,

Dad yelled at me today after I handed him the letter to give to you, why would he do that? He said stop giving me them, and then started crying. What's going on are you both fighting? Can you please come home and make it up to him? You know so we can all play again, I miss you so much please come home

-Scorpius

Dear mom,

I'm so happy you replied to my letter, dad gave it to me today and I'm so happy, I love you so much too and I also can't wait to see you as well, I was getting scared you left us an weren't coming back, I can't wait when you get back from your trip to the place called heaven. I love you

-Scorp

Dear mom,

It's almost been a year, where are you? Dad ripped up every letter I tried to write to you, he yelled and said she's dead stop giving me these stupid letters, I don't like it when he yells at me. Please come home from heaven dads drinking too much and works too much now. You need to help him mommy he needs you.

-Your star (I love it when you call me your star mommy)

Dear mummy,

Daddy brought another woman home I kicked her in the face and fought her she deserved it, how dare she steal daddy from you. But dad tried to tell me you weren't coming back but I know you are, the trip is just taking a while, you send me letters back saying your stuck in the country and will be home hopefully next year, I can't believe daddy would do that I hate him. Your coming home you have to be please come home I need you, my birthday is soon I'm turning six please come home mommy

-Scorpius

Dear mom,

Hey, it's me mom, daddy says your dead and won't be ever coming back. Daddy also said he wants you back too and he was the one who sent the letters to me pretending to be you, please don't let it be real please tell me it's not real mummy, you can't be dead please come home

Dear mom,

Hey it's me it's been a few years hasn't it? I'm now 30 and I found a box full of the letters I used to send to you when I was 5 and 6 when I didn't understand what death was, they were under dads bed I'm glad he kept them, I've been missing you mom I really do miss you, I got married and have two kids now. I really wish you were here to see it, I've just been missing you a lot lately so I need to write out my feelings, dad has never moved on from you he tried but failed and stopped seeing people completely, he's stopped drinking though and isn't a workaholic anymore so that's good. He spends all of his retirement now with his grandkids, and telling them all about you and how amazing you are, I do the same I sing the song you made up and sang to me as a kid. Dad talks about how he can't wait to see you again one day and the big kiss he's gonna give you when he joins you in heaven. I also named my daughter after you her names y/n, she's named after the best mother I ever had I love you so much mom.

-Your star Scorpius