#You'd talk about your dad He used to get so angry He'd scare you and your brother 'Til you felt you needed saving

[acourtofquestions]

Is it just me or is “The Blue” by Gracie Abrams SO Elriel coded?😭🥹

[katierosefun]

realizing that gracie abrams is jj abrams’ daughter is sure hell of a realization to make when you’re naming a mckirk fic after a gracie abrams lyric, huh

[tarjapearce]

I need to know how ranchero Miguel convinced the parents to let him marry their daughter. Was it a shotgun wedding? 👀

Indeed 👀. Bit of Drama and slight angst under the cut.

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You had woken up nauseous and dizzy, for the third time in a row. Your mother was concerned. Had something made you sick? She was stricter with the kitchen staff to be more careful. But upon the wafting smell of your usual morning soup, an egg drop soup, entered your room, you retched on the bathroom, again.

You paled.

When was the last time your period came? It was hard to keep tabs when you were trying to attend other business and try to not die in the process. Two months and counting. You barely had the chance of seeing Miguel as well, since he had his own good share of work in the barn.

And he was the last and only man you have been with. Your hands went around your tummy and tears were in the verge of spilling. You were pregnant.

God, you were so scared. You knew how your parents thought of him, and for all you knew, they still thought you were pure.

But as things were going sooner or later They'd find out, probably kick him out and you'd be forced to marry a guy that looked like him to make pass the child as his. The thought scared you shitless, so you washed your mouth, bathed, got dressed and went to him.

He was talking with the foreman of another estate, but excused himself upon seeing you.

His smile faltered when you approached, solemn look, and red nose by the constant sniffling.

"Hey, hey. Come here. ¿Qué le pasa a mi chula?" (What's wrong with you, gorgeous?)

You whimpered and buried your face in his chest. He held you tightly.

"You mom got you on another date?" He rolled his eyes and you shook your head.

"Your dad tried to sell Luis again?" Another shake of your head.

"Then what is it? You gotta tell me,princesa."

"I..." You hiccuped, "I think I'm pregnant."

You could feel him tense and he made you look at him. You thought he'd be angry but the shine in his eyes proved you otherwise.

"¿Voy a ser papá?" He questioned with a excited yet strained voice. You just stared at him and he kissed you, deeply (Am I gonna be a dad?)

"¡Me vas a hacer papá!" (You're making me a dad!)

He was happy and you broke down.

"Why are you crying? Aren't you excited?"

"I am but... Dad will kick you out and... and.. -" You hiccuped and he just held you with a smile.

" Ps, que me eche. I've got my own home anyways. And if... things get bad, you'll come with me. Okay?" He squeezed you tightly and grunted happily, "Dios te vas a ver preciosa con esa panza toda grandota y redonda. Te voy a cuidar, vas a ser mi reina. Ya vas a ver."

(He can do that.) (God, you'll look gorgeous with that big and round belly. Imma take care of you, you'll be my queen. You'll see.)

He just kept rambling things you couldn't understand, but seeing him giddy made your aching heart to relax.

"I'll talk to him. I... Le voy a pedir tu mano." (Imma ask him your hand in marriage)

"W-What? are you sure of it? I mean, I don't want you getting hurt. He might look like an old man but... he knows his tricks.

"Your mother is the one that I'm concerned about."

And he was right.

"ABSOLUTELY NO." She had protested, the staff had been hiding behind the doors, listening to the scene unfold.

"How dare you asking for such thing!"

"Mom-"

"No. Who do you think you are?! Of course you won't marry her! She's set for better things!"

Miguel's eyes narrowed and your heart stopped with sudden rage.

"I want him!" You stood up, stomping your hands on the table.

"I'm old enough to decide on my own, Mom. I... I love Miguel." With every word that spilled from your mouth, she held her heart as your dad just pinched his nose bridge. He had been silent the whole talk, just glaring holes at Miguel.

"Good lord... Just... Imagine the scandal, the people... What would they say about you?! About us?!"

"They already talk shit under our nose, mom. Their opinion is irrelevant. None really approaches us if it's not for a favor."

"You... you brat!"

"I'm pregnant."

Miguel stood to calm you down as the fight kept rising. Your dad immediately straightened up and looked at Miguel.

"You." His voice venomous, but calm, "And you." He pointed at you.

"Tomorrow at church. 8 am."

"You can't be serious! You'll wed them?!

"Your yelling won't make her less pregnant. And I rather have them wedded than having an off marriage child. A sin." Your dad mumbled and looked at you, your rage seemed to be consuming you by how they spoke of your future child. Miguel's expression hardened, a low growl emanating from him.

"Once you're married, I want you both out of my property, got it?"

"Fine! I didn't want to spent my life being a fucking trophy wife for some rich man I barely know."

You were wedded, and despite your dad underlying sadness, and he wanting to swallow his words back, pride didn't allow him to speak and ask you to stay. Your mother didn't even look at your way.

Miguel had packed your things and put them on his truck. You left to a new life with him and your future family.

[curlyhairedprince]

You talk about your dad, he used to get so angry. He'd scare you and your brother 'til you felt you needed saving. I know I'd let you in on all my bad decisions, you'd make them feel less terrible the second that you'd listen. You say we share a brain, apologizing for it, but take it as a compliment. Send me every song that keeps you up from sleeping, I bet I could recite 'em all. I won't forget the feeling staying up with you, despite the space between us. I've never felt this close to someone, what if you're my weakness?

[thebearer]

What does lip specifically say to reader when he finds out she’s pregnant that makes her so angry?

i'll make a full post about it when i find the correct dialogue that i want to use, but it would be something along the lines of he's blaming you.

lip and you just started kinda fucking and it's gone from best friends to friends with benefits real quick.

he'd tell you it was your fault, that he didn't want to be a dad, that he didn't want to be with you. that hooking up was a mistake, that meeting you was a mistake ("i wish i would've never fuckin' met you! my life has gone to fuckin' shit since i met you!" "really? and who's fault is that, lip?")

just an overall angry, blind rage, lip freak out. a classic, really. he's just trying to hurt you and get you upset, bc... well that's all that's been modeled for him his whole life and he has ZERO coping skills.

ends up going off the deep end. does something stupid and reckless, in classic lip style. ian is who finally gets him halfway under control and who gets him to realize like he's fucked up big.

you're no stranger to his freak outs, it's what he always does, but you never thought you'd be on the receiving end of one. never knew how painful they could be when they were aimed at you.

just like he always does, lip comes back, tries to apologize but you won't hear it. "c'mon, we're havin' a baby together. can you at least talk to me?"

"we are not doing anything." you snap. "i'm not letting you near my baby. not when you're as unstable as that."

"you can't-"

"-i can. and i will." you stop him. "you want to be apart of this baby's life? prove it. go get some fuckin' help, and i'll consider it."

"i-i didn't mean any of that. i was just... fuck, i was mad, and-and i just... i don't know. c'mon, you know that's not true. my life was shit before i met you, and i... look, i know it's my fault i fucked up in the past-"

"-it's your fault you fucked up now too." you snapped. "you're not throwing your pity party here, gallagher. that might work on your sister and youens and everyone else, but you're not getting off that easy with me. i'm not falling for it."

lip is wide eyed, a little unsure, a lot scared. "get some help, lip. this shit has gone on long enough." and the door is slammed in his face.

one unhinged phone call to ian later, and lip is at his shrinks, working through his second pack of cigarettes after ian called in an emergency session. it was a start, at least. regular appointments with his shrink + a million apologies later, and you were slowly letting him be apart of the pregnancy- coming to appointments, a baby shower. he had to work to prove himself after that one, and honestly, the tough love really was the best thing here for him.

[cheriladycl01]

omg in your feel the heat fic after you mentioned the son and dad and that yn was single after being broken up with. my mind went to single!dad and son obviously the dad is same age or close to same age maybe max like 7 years apart. but after yn helps the son yn and the dad get closer and end up dating. idk if yn in your fix is lesbian or bi but that’s just what my mind went to.

I love this idea! Its so cute! And reader can be interpreted however you wanted but as a bisexual queen myself i also envision her as bi!

Because i love this so much, here like a little drabble for you that's a little sub-plot to feel the heat!

Also I've noticed that a lot of people are enjoying these shorts that i do like 'Angry Y/N moments and Funny Gamer moments' that i've been doing! Do you guys like them, if so would you want more? And what would you like to see if i did?

"I'm scared for today" he told you. After you'd met Conner and his son, Tyler at the race you'd of course kept in contact with them. Giving them paddock passes. As time went on Conner and you became flirty, you hadn't been in a relationship since your last ex Emma, who you were secretly hoping and manifesting would call you back and ask for your forgiveness and want to try again.

But of course because of the way the world works that hadnt happened.

And now with Connor the time felt right too move on, he'd been hopelessly chasing after you for about two years now, and it felt like you could make something out of the flirting and teasing that had been going on. However, being with Connor came with other responsibilities that if you were going to commit to him, you'd of course have to commit to them.

It was a huge conversation you'd had one night about a year ago, before you first started dating. Tyler was an amazing kid, and he had a hard time with receiving female attention ever since him mum walked out on him and Connor, but when he was with you things just sort of fell into place naturally.

And this is what had Connor falling harder than he ever thought he would.

You didn't want to move forward with Connor, and not have Tyler understand why you wouldn't always be there, or why his dad's friend was now living with them all of a sudden of why he was moving to you place.

"I love you Y/N and i really want to make this work" he's smiled at you taking your hand as you cried a little.

"I really really love you too. I want you to know that i will look after you both, for as long as you'll let me in every way possible. But we have to talk about what to do going forward, long distance will put a strain on things with all of us!" you'd said tears still in your eyes.

"Baby. My business is already online, i work from home. And i home school Tyler, we can travel with you. The time zone skipping will be hard at first but Tyler will love it, he'll meet so many amazing people and he'll be able to boast to everyone about how cool you are!" Connor comforted you.

"You guys would up and move for me?" you ask in shock.

"Y/N we both love you. I think i have ever since i first met you in the paddock" he smiled shyly.

That was how you'd come to now, it was your 4th F1 season and right now you were 3 points behind Charles Leclerc and 7 points behind Max Verstappen for the world title. You still had a chance of winning it.

You were being interviewed in Silverstone, your home race and were hoping for a win, qually had gone well and you were starting P2 tomorrow, Lewis in front of you, Charles and Max behind you.

"So Y/N, your in points position for the championship, there's only 6 more races left to go of course anything can happen but its tight this year between you Max and Charles! How do you feel about tomorrow's race?" the interviewer asks and you smile starting to answer the question.

However, a small scared voice interrupts.

"Mommy, mommy" is heard and you look down seeing Tyler at your feet pulling at your race suit. You kneel down looking at his panicked expression, his lower lip wobbling as tears brimmed your eyes.

"I cant find daddy, and I got scared and then i saw you. I'm sorry" he cries a little, you comfort him. Kissing the top of his head, you pick the 7 year old boy up and place him on your hip, brushing his hair back a little.

"Can I continue talking with my friends while you stay here with me, then we go find daddy?" you ask him and he nods before putting his head on your shoulder and falling to sleep to the sound of you talking about racing, no doubt dreaming of being just like you, his idol one day.

"Are we getting this right Y/N or did the little boy you stuck up for all those years ago call you his mother?" the interviewer had asked intrigued at the new information.

"Yes, I'm in a relationship with his father, and I've taken on legal guardianship of him as well. I am actually engaged to Connor" you smile, taking your glove off and showing them the engagement ring while trying not to move the sleeping boy as much.

"Oh this is just wonderful news Y/N i think this might just be the best love story of the paddock ever!"

"Ahahaha i wouldn't go that far, there's some great authors out there"

Ah i hope you enjoyed this quick little drabble! It was so fun to write!!

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[ahoyimlosingmymind]

Lava Cake is 'The Blue' by Gracie Abrams

You live in Hollywood You're half an hour from me Your reputation's good <- Hollywood = Vacker fame I hope we've got a lot in common I kinda think you should Just drop it all and call me <- The oh crap, we DO have a lot in common and now all I want to do is talk to you You'd tell me on the phone You really want to meet my family <- Fitz genuinely wanting to know Marella and her life and to be apart of it. Even if she's scared and embarrassed of her mom and feels so guilty for it.

You'd talk about your dad He used to get so angry He'd scare you and your brother 'Til you felt you needed saving <- This only works if you like sucky Alden HC's. Which I do. I think this could reflect Alvar and Fitz's relationship with each other and their dad. I know I'd let you in On all my bad decisions You'd make them feel less terrible The second that you'd listen <- having someone who really listens to you. Feeling young and carefree again. Encouraging each other to be a bit reckless, to not hold onto the fear of being judged.

You came out of the blue like that You came out of the blue like that I never could've seen you coming I think you're everything I've wanted <- You've been around my whole life. But it's like we're meeting for the first time. This wasn't supposed to happen, but it feels good and safe. You aren't who I expected you to be, and I was shallow with my preconceived notions about you, and I'm sorry. But this feels good. It feels safe. This isn't a silly school-girl crush anymore.

I wonder if you know If you can tell I'm losing I'm going down without a fight <- They're not even pretending there isn't something going on between them. They aren't denying the feelings as they come. It's all softness, flirting, giggles, and pinkie promises. I don't know how you do it You say we share a brain Apologizing for it But I take it as a compliment <- Their shared bluntness and fear of other people's opinions of them. The way they try to hide the more broken parts of them under masks. The way they can grow resentful when they feel ignored or unchosen. These traits that aren't always the best, suddenly becoming a compliment bc they're reflected in the person you love. You make me really nervous <- They're in love ur honor

Send me every song That keeps you up from sleeping I bet I could recite 'em all <- UM this fits perfectly with @myfairkatiecat 's HC about Fitz transmitting Marella 2am poetry and stuff.

I won't forget the feeling Of staying up with you Despite the space between us I've never felt this close to someone What if you're my weakness? <- They come from different worlds, and yet, it's them against the world. It's them in the quiet, in between moments, teetering between vulnerability and masks. Sharing glances across the room, with eyes that say 'You are known to me'

[thetorturedbolter]

i just think that, you live in hollywood, you're half an hour from me, your reputation's good i hope we've got a lot in common, i kinda think you should just drop it all and call me, you tell me on the phone you really want to meet my family, what are you doing to me now? what are you doing to me now? you talk about your dad, he used to get so angry, he'd scare you and your brother til you felt you needed savin', i know i'd let you in on all my bad decisions, you'd make them feel less terrible the second that you'd listen, what are you doing to me now? what are you doing to me now? i wonder if you know if you can tell I'm losin', i'm going down without a fight, i don't know how you do it, you say we share a brain, apologising for it, but take it as a compliment, you make me really nervous, what are you doing to me now? what are you doing to me now? you came out of the blue like that, you came out of the blue like that, i never could've seen you comin', i think you're everythin' i've wanted, you came out of the blue like that, you came out of the blue like that, i never could've seen you comin', i think you're everythin' i’ve wanted, what are you doing to me now? what are you doing to me? what are you doing to me now? mm, mm, mm, send me every song that keeps you up from sleepin', i bet i could recite 'em all, i won't forget the feelin', stayin' up with you, despite the space between us, i've never felt this close to someone, what if you're my weakness? you came out of the blue like that, you came out of the blue like that, i never could've seen you comin' i think you're everythin' i've wanted, you came out of the blue like that, you came out of the blue like that, i never could've seen you comin', i think you're everythin' i've wanted, you came out of the blue like that, you came out of the blue like that, i never could've seen you comin', i think you're everythin' i've wanted, you came out of the blue like that, you came out of the blue like that, i never could've seen you comin', i think you're everythin' i've wanted

[momoffourwilds]

you wish you were still a teenager

This one is a little close to home. If you're a child of an addict, you may relate. My whole life I feel like I've raised myself, I know I haven't. I had my granny but not in ways you'd think. She took care of us financially, and really helped through a lot. I still wanted my mother. I never got it don't look for a happy ending this isn't gonna be that. Growing up around addicts (no, there not all bad, these we're)as a child who's 7-11... was hard. I had two little sisters also with me, and I think about it now, and I know God had to be there for my baby sister. She was less then a year around this time, I have the most horrible memories of. I think now, I didn't get it at the time. IT's NOT normal what we went through. I have to continuously tell myself that even to this day. IT feels like I've never been shit to her. Some girls say their dad was there first heartbreak, mine was my mom. Her husband left her, and she left us. IT's like that day, my mom walked out the door. Well our mom. She abandoned us, and has tried since to fill a void for love, when we loved her unconditionally. Children do that. WE adults don't deserve it. Shortly, after he left she had a "party" with a bunch of highschool boys, she thought she was so "cool"... your not gonna impress anyone worth a shit by getting a bunch of teens drunk at your house, with your kids there. That night was horrible, I'm sure in my moms POV it was amazing. But as an 8 year old child it wasn't fun at all, thinking back now that I'm a mom it makes me so mad. I had my first drink of beer that night offered by her new "teenage" boyfriends bother.. We will call the brother Chad for the sake of fake names. I remember him chasing us around trying to catch us, almost like tag, he chased me and his younger brother whom was younger then me at the time, into my moms room. When he "caught" us he would kiss us on the mouth, tounge down the throat and all. He'd laugh about it. That was the first time, I was sexual assuated (so I thought) I Was so confused, I didn't understand how "tag" made me as a child feel so gross and scared. As a mother again, it makes me so angry, where was my protector when I needed her. ( my parents were split. for context) I don't talk about that often. It makes me hate my mother even more. That she was so careless about who she let around us. As an adult now, my mom just wanted to be a teenager. At what cost did she go to get that? You regained your childhood while stripping ours away. Was it worth it? Are you happy?

[arduadastra]

Another one 😉

How would the Pedro boys react to you having toxic parents?

😘

Hi, again friend! This is a short but sweet one (Because I'm preparing myself for the England game later ⚽️🏴󠁧󠁢󠁥󠁮󠁧󠁿)- hope you still enjoy it! These boys are all soft supportive men and I stand by that.

Warnings: Brief hints at parental abuse, swearing, pregnancy, age!gap and one use of derogatory wording.

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Din Djarin✨

Din never gets to meet your parents but he does hear stories about them and he completely understands your decision to never see them again. In fact, it's probably for the best that he doesn't because from the sounds of it, he wouldn't last five minutes with them talking to you how they do before he put his fist through a wall.

Mandalorian culture is about togetherness, about being one with those around you so he can't fathom how a parent could exclude their child to such an extent that they end up running away (it was how you met after all) so you often ask about his parents instead. You want to hear what family should be like and after a while, he opens up and tells you what he remembers of them and it makes you smile. If only they were alive, you think you'd have loved them and Din knows they would have loved you too.

Frankie Morales🐟

Frankie didn't have a bad relationship with his parents per se, it's just after being deployed he never really made time to see them. He was also ashamed, it got to a point where it had been so long and he had done such awful things he was worried they wouldn't even answer the phone. But then you open up about yours, how they treated you as a child and how they still constantly ring you to nag about where you're going in life, why you aren't married and why you haven't had kids yet. Too often Frankie finds you teary-eyed after a particularly heated phone call and he holds you tight through it all.

Seeing you like that puts a spark in him and he realises what he has shouldn't be taken for granted, he wants you to have that support system and he can give it to you if he stops being so stubborn. So he calls and of course, they answer and gush about how much they missed him and at no point do they blame him for anything. It makes him cry. You both go see them the week after and seeing your smiling face after your mum had embraced you in a tight hug made Frankie's heart hurt - he was glad he could give you this. (He also adamantly refuses to give your parents his number, you both agree angry voicemails from Frankie is not going to make the situation any better)

Javier Peña🥃

You know this man would give them shit and there's nothing you could do about it. He would research the crap out of them after hearing how they screamed at you the last time you went home, trying to find anything he could get them on. He'd have contacts back in the states still, get his old team to go down to their house and scare some sense into them. You had no idea any of this happened until you got a shaky call from your mum, apologising after the police had come to her door and you knew who was behind it.

You were definitely angry at first, thinking Javi didn't trust you enough to handle it and considering you'd had your whole life dealing with their shit - to see him handle it so easily made your blood boil. But, he understood. You talk it out and eventually, he relents that maybe he should have told you but he just wanted to help because he loved you so much. You were only friends when all this happened but you were much more the morning after as friends certainly don't do the things you did the night he admitted that.

Agent Jack 'Whiskey' Daniels🌪

Whiskey would try going down the same path as Javier, use Kingsman intel to work out a suitable punishment but he's less stubborn and more easily persuaded to let it go. You visit them solo a few times after that and each time seems to get progressively better so you decide to introduce them to Jack and then all hell breaks loose.

Your dad ends up calling you a whore and while that doesn't even make you flinch, your mum following suit and accusing Jack of taking advantage of you due to the age gap really fucking does. You fight back, highlighting the lifetime of shitty parenting and not treating you like the adult you are and Jack stands back. He lets you get it all out, lets you take the reins and you appreciate it and it feels so fucking good. You leave feeling lighter, your words leaving them speechless as you leave with a promise to never return. Jack kisses you hard in his Bronco after that, saying he's never been prouder and you believe him.

Ezra🌿

Your parents stay out of your life once you move out at 18 and years later when you meet Ezra you still don't hear from them but somehow they find out you're pregnant and worm their way back into your life. They must have seen your announcement online because then you get a message and you shouldn't have expected anything less but you at least thought they'd be excited for you.

Ezra sees the message as you read it and you hear the sharp intake of breath at the last few lines where your mum goes headfirst into why you'd make a terrible mother and he slams the laptop shut before you can even process whats happened. He takes you under his arm, nose pressed to your hair and gives covers their darkness in your head with his light, "You're going to be the most wonderful mother. You are nothing but kind and good and our child will love you. You have nothing to fear little bird, you are strong and I couldn't be prouder of the woman you've become. Ignore them, they are ignorant people with ignorant thoughts - jealous of the life you have carved for yourself without them." You reply nine months later with a picture of the three of you, smiles big and bright with Ezra flipping them off above your head.

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[luverofralts]

Arkhelios University

"Roman? Are you okay in there?"

Abe tapped gently on the bathroom door, hoping not to startle his fiance. He'd been hearing horrible noises from down the hall for at least ten minutes. It wasn’t like this was the first time he'd found Roman like this. Ever since they moved into the Bellamy house, Roman could be found daily in the same position, leaning against the toilet after losing what little he ate.

"Do you need help?"

The door creaked open a sliver, inviting Abe in.

"Sorry, something didn't agree with me," Roman groaned. "I must have food poisoning or something."

Abe frowned. Food poisoning didn't happen everyday without fail. Roman barely touched the food he made anyway. He was starting to look like he was losing weight.

"I don't think that's the reason."

He sat beside his fiance on the floor, trying to avoid looking at the toilet. "Roman, I'm worried about you."

"I'm not pregnant if that's what you're worried about."

Abe sighed. No, he wasn't worried about that. It was hard for Roman to be pregnant when he had barely let Abe kiss him in the house. He'd never been shy of touching Abe in the house before they'd moved in, but ever since they'd moved into the bedroom downstairs, Roman shied away from him.

"Roman, honey I-"

"You've never called me honey before in your life," Roman said suspiciously. His eyes narrowed. "What do you want?"

"I think that maybe you should see someone about your feelings," Abe said carefully. "Nathan talked with someone after the incident with your grandfather, and Lucy and I saw someone for a few sessions about losing Dad. I think it might really help you."

"You think I'm crazy," Roman said accusingly. "I'm not, I'm fine. I'm fine with living here. I'm fine with my family. I'm fine."

"I talked to Lucy, and she says that their head office at work has a program for victims of demonic abuse. You can talk to someone who understands what you’ve gone through. You don't have to do this alone. I think you more than qualify for it."

Roman crossed his arms, looking as furious as Theo did when they suggested that he share with his siblings.

"I'm not a victim, Abraham."

Abe raised an eyebrow at this.

"Abraham? I don't think you've ever called me that in all your life." He threw his hands in the air in frustration. "Okay, maybe I phrased it wrong. Why don't you talk to someone about your nightmares then? Your fear about losing me? Your questions about your mother? Lucy has a file as thick as an encyclopedia on cases your mother has been involved in, someone could explain them to you. You could put your mind at ease about what she could do in the future. Let me find you help."

"I don't need help," Roman insisted, still crossing his arms, but looking slightly less angry. "I just need more time to get used to living here, that's all."

"Roman, you throw up everything you eat, you're always jittery, and the few times that I've seen you sleep, you wake up screaming from nightmares," Abe said forcefully. "What are you trying to prove? I can go with you if you're scared about what you'd find out. You can't keep this up forever. Why are you being so stubborn?"

"Daaad! Dad I'm not tired, can you read me a story?"

Theo's voice carried down the hall and Abe groaned.

"He was supposed to be asleep so we could talk," he said with a defeated sigh. "Let me go get him settled before he wakes up the girls."

"I'm coming too," Roman insisted, pulling himself off the bathroom floor despite Abe's protests.

When they made it to Roman's old room, Theo was bouncing up and down excitedly on his bed despite it being past his bedtime. Abe started to order Theo back under his covers when he caught the look on Roman's face. He wasn't sure that he could properly decipher that look; he couldn't recall a time when he'd ever seen Roman look quite like this.

It had to be a mixture of revulsion, fear and love. He'd seen all three on Roman's face before, but never mixed quite like this. He was terrified and horrified, but his eyes watched their son bounce up and down with adoration and suddenly, Abe could see the reason Roman tormented himself by living there clear as day.

He's doing this for the kids. Theo has never been more excited in all his life. He never leaves that room for fear that we might take it away from him and move again. The twins are happy in Omar and Hunter's old room and there’s lots of space for any more kids we could have in the future. If this house wasn’t so haunted for Roman, it might be perfect for our family.

“This feels so wrong,” Roman murmured, watching the delight in his son’s eyes. There was still a dark, furious corner of his mind that watched Theo jealously. “This is my bedroom. That’s my bed. I mean, you probably got pregnant in this room. All this stuff is mine.”

Abe raised an eyebrow skeptically.

“Are you really going to fight our son over your crappy old TV, and a couch that was uncomfortable years ago? That’s not like you, you’re the parent who gives into everything Theo asks.”

“It’s not that,” Roman was quick to protest. “I know it sounds petty, but it’s not like that. This was my space, and it’s just hard trying to picture it belonging to Theo now. At least in the other house, Theo and the girls had their own room that was new to all of us. I can’t wrap my head around the fact that my grandparents’ room is now my room. Our room. You sleep in the same room as my grandparents did. This is all too much to think about.”

“We changed the bed and the mattress,” Abe said. “Theo’s too, that mattress was easily twenty years old.”

“I’m not worried about the mattresses,” Roman grumbled. “It’s the space. We are the Bellamy family. You and me. The Bellamys. I have my grandparents’ bank account. I have the key to their safe deposit box. This entire horrible house is mine.”

“Well, don’t go including me in all that,” Abe teased. “I’m not a Bellamy yet. Maybe I’ll run off and have my mother change her will again.”

Roman smiled, which was what Abe had been hoping for.

“I’ll keep that in mind,” he said, still smiling despite his small existential crisis. “I do have plans to change that, you know.”

“Read me this one,” Theo demanded, pulling a worn copy of Lucas Dark and The Increasingly Unlikely Series of Coincidences from behind his pillow. "We’re on chapter three.”

“Three pages, and then you’re back to sleep,” Abe replied, sitting on the bed next to his son. Theo would probably be out like a light after two pages and then he could restart his renegotiation with Roman.

“I think I forgot to turn off my office light downstairs,” Roman lied, kissing his son’s head before leaving. “You two have fun.”

“I’ll be down shortly, don’t think our earlier conversation is over,” Abe called, opening the dogeared book to chapter three. Roman made a quick non-committal noise and headed for the stairs.

Fortunately for him, the office Roman had inherited from his grandfather opened from the master bedroom. Roman could have his quick peek inside it, and slip into bed before Abe came down to restart their conversation.

Wanda had cleaned out her important documents before they’d moved out, so there was very little still in the office for him to explore. Most of what remained in the desk once belonged to his grandfather, but nothing involving his work on the Arkhelios council. Wanda had been thorough. Since Roman was still officially unemployed, he had very little to contribute to the office, but Abe had insisted on him claiming the space as the Bellamy heir. He kept most of his files and important keys for the Twikkii Island estate in the safe, as well as the insurance policies on him and Abe. If becoming a father wasn’t enough of an adult milestone, being proud of having somewhere to store insurance papers certainly made him feel like an adult.

Roman flicked on the light, and let the familiar feeling of dread wash over him when the room lit up. He hadn’t been able to remove the pictures from the walls or desk. He wasn’t really even sure if he wanted to. Salem’s office held no pictures of his children, but there were several of him and Malika with their grandson. However his grandfather had treated him in his late teens, there could be no denying that Roman had held a special place in Salem’s heart.

Roman traced the edges of the closest frame to the door. In the picture inside, he was smiling gleefully, both of his grandparents wrapping their arms around him. Who were these people in the picture? Certainly not the cold, fearsome man who had taken every modern convenience away from his grandson when he struggled in school, and betrayed Roman’s trust. Definitely not the woman who could barely keep from laughing when thinking about how she’d tortured the spirit of the boy who’d rejected her in high school. The teenager with trust in his eyes was a ghost. A shade of someone he’d once been, and never could be again.

I was already secretly dating Abe when this was taken. I always knew they wouldn’t approve, but man did I misjudge who they were. How much of my life with them was a lie? Grandma always said that she knew the future, but how much had she really known? How much about me had she known? What would they say if they could see me now? I’m sure they’d be thrilled knowing that Abe and I have their bedroom. That my future heir to their estate is the kid that no adult in my family cared if he died, so long as it didn’t involve them.

There was no point in dwelling on the situation further. It would only make him more upset to think about, and worry Abe unnecessarily. He sighed, and flicked off the light once more, crawling into bed and facing away from the office door.

Maybe Abe has a point. Maybe I should talk to someone about this house. About the people in it who I thought I knew. About why my daughter’s middle name is Malika and I cry when I think about burning those tarot cards Grandma loved. I’m so angry about all of it, but it’s her that my brain tells me to run to for comfort. Why can I see her for what she really was, but still not be able to turn off these feelings about her? How can I stare at the same four walls she did every night and not understand a single thing about the family I’m supposed to be leading?

“Hey, you’re not pretending to be asleep. I’m surprised.”

Abe slipped off his housecoat and into bed beside Roman. In an even more surprising move, Roman didn’t pull away from him when Abe wrapped his arms around his fiance.

I wish that my family was still here. I wish I could just talk to them, adult to adult. I hate them, and I miss them and I don’t know what I’d do if I ever saw one of them again. I think my head is going to explode any day now just from trying to keep these opposing feelings from tearing me apart.

“I’m going to call Lucy’s office tomorrow,” Roman whispered so quietly that Abe was convinced that he’d misheard him. “I need someone to tell me how to make these feelings go away. To understand why...why any of it happened.”

“And I’ll be right there beside you,” Abe promised, kissing Roman’s shoulder while wondering just what miracle had occurred in his brief absence. “Whatever you need.”

Rain began pelting the windows of the house, and thunder boomed in the distance as a storm rolled in. All of Abe’s time reading was probably going to be undone the instant the thunder came closer to the house. Any minute now, a frightened group of children and a very nervous dog were about to insist on climbing into bed with the grownups for protection.

Outside, a mouse sought shelter in an exposed hole in the house’s foundation and scurried between the walls of the house, looking for somewhere safe and dry to wait out the storm. It brushed against something thick and rectangular, nudging it out of the drywall and into a vent in one of the rooms upstairs.

[kaiparker-avengerssmut]

Their Doll 8

Let me in

B.Barnes x Reader, S.Rogers x Stark!Reader

series synopsis:  y/n Stark, all records of her non existent, and yet Hydra still find her. When she is kidnapped by a certain super-soldier and no one believes her, she finds herself searching for unexpected familiarity in her not-so-distant past.

Series Warnings: smut, violence, torture, swearing

Chapter Summary: y/n gets emotional

Warnings: swearing, feelings

A/n: The timeline in this has been altered, as there I things I wanted to include but I also wanted this fic to follow the storyline/timeline of Winter Soldier and Civil war.So for purposes of this fanfic, Peter Parker was discovered by Tony at a much younger age - when he was bitten - and has been an intern with him since, almost like a protégée.(For the purposes of this story Peter was bitten much younger too - more like when he was 9 or ten rather than 14/15)

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Life at the tower was...tiring, to say the least. During my free time I often found myself in the gym, lobbing knives at a target and trying my hardest not to biting one in Steve's chest every time he would correct my technique. When I wasn't trying to murder the avenger in cold blood, I was usually dragged into things by the other: briefings and debriefing for missions I'd never go on, my dad's parties, group training sessions and study periods with Bruce in his labs to name a few.

But for now, I was huddled in my rooms - fresh out of a hot shower after a brutal two hour training session and four mile run with Natasha - curled up on my bed and attempting to catch up on a few of the films I'd missed. But the exhaustion and drowsiness clouded my eyes, the noise from the TV merely in the background as I felt my eyes growing heavier by the second.

A sharp knock at the door snapped my out of my lowsey state, the people movie across the screen simple a blur of colour as my eyes darted past the tv and over to the door.

"Mr Stark is waiting at your door. Would you like me to let him in?" FRIDAY's evenly calm voice chimed, making me groan and mumble a 'no' into my pillows. The last person I wanted to see right now was my dad.

"Come on kid, let me in." My dad called from the other side of the door, and I could practically hear him roll his eyes and shake his head when I stayed silent. When he spoke again, it wasn't directed at me. "FRIDAY, override command and open the door."

"Wait! That's hardly fair!" I whined like a five year old, groaning again when the door swung open and my dad stood on the other side, quite clearly just as exhausted as I was.

"Get used to it, kiddo. Life isn't fair." Tony chided, walking over to my bed. I tried to shuffle away slightly when I felt the bed dip, my dad perching on the edge as his eyes scanned over the room. "I see you haven't decorated yet." He commented casually, as if nothing had ever happened between us.

"Yeah, well, I thought It'd be a shame to spend so much time on something when you're probably waiting to kick me out anyway." I mumbled, refusing to look at him.

"What the hell is wrong with you, y/n? Ever since you got back you've been-"

"Acting different?" I cut in, and when Tony simply swallowed thickly I nodded. "Funny that, seeing as I was kidnapped and tortured for three years. Not to mention made to kill people for another year after that."

"Y/n I'm sorry..."

"But you're not! You can't be, otherwise you'd actually have tried to save me, rather than leaving me to rot!" My voice cracked, tears pricked at my eyes and I now sat up straight in my bed, facing my dad but not looking him in the eye. "And you can't change that, you can't go back in the past and fix your mistake. And trying to fix it now sure as hell won't work, so I suggest you leave before I'm tempted to use you as my target for my training session tomorrow." I raised my voice, eyes now keeping his captive as the tears rolled freely down my cheeks.

"Oh, kid, they broke you." Tony murmured, cupping my cheek with his hand, eyes swimming with sorrow. Sorrow that I didn't want.

"You can't fix me either, because I'm not broken!" I said harsher now, voice only getting louder. "I don't need to be fixed..." I trailed off, voice barely above a whisper Joe as my eyes broke the contact, averting to my lap as the tears dropped onto the bed sheets.

That's how I found myself in my fathers arms, face pressed against his shoulder as the sobs made my body shake, hiccups escaping me as I tried to speak.

"A-all I needed W-was my D-dad, and yo- you took him f-from me!" I wailed, hands clutching my dad's shirt and his arms wrapped protectively around my shoulder, hands rubbing circles over my back soothingly.

"I know, kiddo. I'm sorry."

...

"Who is that?" Clint frowned, staring at the pictures scattered over the table in front of Natasha and Steve as they studied them deeply,  brows creased in thought.

"Our newest pain in the ass." Tony answered for them, slapping a thick folder down in front of Clint as he said so. The marksman was quick to pick it up, flicking through the documents, news stories and information sheets greedily.

"The...winter soldier?" He asked, looking at the three superheroes in front of him as if they'd gone mad. "But he's a ghost story!"

"I've seen him. Been shot by him, actually." Nat said, an sadistically proud smirk forming on her lips with her last words, almost as if it were an achievement.

"We're trying to find out more about him, maybe that way we can beat him." Steve explained, sitting back in his chair with crossed arms as he huffed in defeat, sick to death with staring at the same five pictures all morning.

Y/n walked in, a skip in her step as she crossed the room to Tony.

"Morning, dad." She greeted, placing a quick kiss to his cheek and heading over to the cupboard to grab a mug. Clint and Natasha frowned in confusion, looking between the two as if they'd witnessed pigs fly.

Tony shrugged, y/n too preoccupied with making herself a coffee to notice the avengers' reactions. When her coffee was done, y/n swiped her mug from under the machine and sipped happily, letting out a content sigh before wandering over to stand behind Natasha.

"What are you working on?" She asked, peering over the spy's shoulder to get a glimpse of the pictures.

A loud smash crashed through the room, Tony's eyes widening in shock and Natasha jumping from her seat in order to not get covered in spilt coffee. Y/n stood paralysed, eyes never leaving the photo in front of her as she started at the Soldier. Steve frowned deeply, studying the girl as her eyes glossed over with with what seemed to be...sadness.

Clint was already at her side, a comforting hand on her shoulder as they all asked y/n what had happened and if she was alright. It was like a constant ringing in her ear interrupted their words before they reached her ears, and y/n suddenly felt nauseous as she starred at the bright red star on the soldier's arm, his long and messy dark hair shrouding his face and his leather clad, muscular body. Only his cerulean blue eyes could be seen, the rest of his face covered in a black mask she didn't usually see him in.

"I-I need some air." She stuttered, stumbling blindly out of the room and down the stairs, tipping over a few steps from the bottom and tumbling down the last few. She quickly pulled herself to her feet, hearing still ringing and vision offset, hazy, as she scrambled for the double glass doors. Luckily they already stood open, so she flew through them and out into the busy streets of New York.

Y/n found herself colliding will someone almost instantly, angry shouts of 'hey, watch it!' And 'look where the fuck you're going, kid!' Being called after her like a chorus as she pushed through the bustling people.

She finally stopped, dropping to her knees and simply staring straight ahead, no intended subject in her line of vision as she tried to comprehend the-the grief, at seeing the a soldier's face again.

It had only been two weeks, and yet two weeks without him, his touch, his scent - it felt like an eternity to y/n now. She hasn't registered what her feeling meant for him before, liking him beyond a source of comfort had just felt...wrong, after all he'd done, and yet y/n couldn't deny it.

She was in love with the Winter Soldier, and she didn't even know his name.

...

I wasn't aware of when someone had found me, nor of how they got me back to the tower or even how I was now stood staring blankly out of the window that stood next to my bed. I gazed longingly, almost as if I stared long enough, hard enough, he'd appear.

But of course he wouldn't, he was probably half way across the world, knowing HYDRA. A soft knock on my door and my head was turning, facing my visitor with a look of pure grief and want. Desperate, unhinged want that could eat you up from inside out and you'd still feel it.

"Hey, y/n. Can I talk to you for a moment?" Nat asked tentatively, clearing trying to to disturb my shaken up state. I nodded, offering a small smile which she returned as I now faced her. She walked up to me, talking my hands him hers and playing with the as she spoke, eyes kind and full of understanding.

"There's a mission, and we want you to go." She said calmly, almost as if the mere thought of it would send me into some kind of heart attack.

"Okay," I begun, eyes flitting down to the floor before back up again. "What is it? Aren't you scared that I'm still HYDRA and all I'd do is stab someone in the back?"

"Not exactly." Nat informed me with a smile, amusement glinting in her eyes at my assumption. "For starters, we all trust you, well maybe not steve - but everyone else does." Nat and I both laughed slightly. "And I think you wouldn't have it any other way it to go on the mission yourself." Nat finished.

"How come?" I asked, brow raised.

"There's been a lead..." she started. "On the winter soldier. We thought you might want to help check it out, possibly capture him. Your powers may be the best chance we have a detaining someone as strong as him." Nat spoke. "And if we can detain him.."

"We can save him." I finished.

"Exactly."

[samissosexyyy]

Tumblr thought it would be hilarious to delete all my work and not let me answer requests :').

YES I SHALL WRITE THE PLATONIC ANGRY PARENTS-

And thank you-I woke up and was talking to my friend in the morning and my brain just: jojo villain yandere dads. Mudad mudad mudad mudad anger.

Anyways, here they are- Do these even count as headcanons???? I dunno-

Dio, Part 1

Vampire form of course.

First thing first, We all know he'd be a great dad. Protective already, But make him a yandere platonic father? Oh boy, Trust me, You'd be spoiled and treated like royalty.

Now, I'm gonna say in this scenario you were on of his victims child. I'll say you'll be around 5 to eight.

Somehow you managed to catch his eye, Is it because your parent was just as bad as his? You reminded him of his mother? Or maybe you resemble him, and have three moles on your ear. Or, perhaps, A younger joestar? Either way, You somehow had him feeling like a father, and, according to one of my friends, Araki had said DIO would treat his children like they were royalty, And they would be so spoiled.

So, Mudad would end up taking you in, kidnapping, whichever honestly. He'd be holding you like a loving pet owner would, if you got scared, he'd probably be confused. Honestly he'd have you turned into a vampire quickly, as he knew he wouldn't be able to have children as a Vampire.

Truthfully, I think you'd end up never noticing how he'd occasionally pull you closer, or how he'd glare at anyone your age or older going near you. Or how he'd give you some strict rules, Like no dating anyone. E v e r. And why would you ever want to hurt your papa like that?! You wouldn't want to do that, right?! Of course you wouldn't! Dio knew you'd never betray him like that!!

Truth be told, he'd guilt you if you tried to go against his words. But punishments? No no, He'd never actually purposefully hurt you, Unlike his love interest, he'd NEVER want to cause you pain ever. He'd hate himself and wouldn't forgive himself for years. Centuries. Infact, he'd beg for your forgiveness.

The Pillarmen

And satannnaaaaa

First of all, You aren't a pillarchild. You'd most likely be some kind of god, vampire, or a young hamon learner. Or even related to the Joestars or Ceasar.

So, Let's say you're immortal who can walk in the sun. We all know you'd be the joestar side, Right? So, That means you'd end up hating or feeling pity for the pillarmen. First, You'd probably end up trying to make Santana hally when he awakens. Unlike with Joseph, He'd probably know not to attempt to attack you. Let's say you have symbols like Dio Over heaven, We all know how that would work.

You'd end up as a being worshipped by them, probably kidnapped after they destroy the Joestars.

Let's say they defeated Joseph and the others, and you were still a deity, You'd most likely be weaker then them in this scenario. They'd probably treat you like a kitten at first, like a baby before they all felt a connection. As if you were a child of their own, so they'd give you rules. And we all know how rules go with yanderes.

Let's say uh- you fell for a mortal.

"No. No."

[Crush name has fallen from a high place.]

"DADS WHAT THE FUUUUUUUUU-"

"NO CUSSING IN THIS CHRISTIAN MINECRAFT SERVER!"

or something like that :')

Honestly, You'd have bird dad, and a bunch of other dads. Santana would honestly be like the cool big brother honestly. You'd probably want horns too so-

They would totally buy you halloween horns to put on your head so you'd be happy baby

Now, Hamon user? They'd probably find you like a cute animal at first, probably going easy on you like it was a game of tag. Soon, they'd realize how weak and fragile you are, After all, You are just starting hamon. They'd probably kidnap you to spite Joseph and his side at first, before... Well, You didn't expect to become a vampire and treated like royalty when all you've been treated like is uh... Considering Lisalisa is your coach, I'd say you'd be happy if it was someone else doing this for you.

Josephs sibling? WOAH Joseph, When did you get a cute sibling? Pfft, Not your sibling anymore, They just adopted your ex sibling nerd.

But, All jokes aside, They'd probably be surprised that you were more mature then your brother, and...you sorta resemble a certain Coach... Oh, Humans all look the same, haha.

They'd probably kidnap you infront of Joseph just to make him feel guilt and rage, After all, Why not get their prized treasure and make Joseph angry? They'd give you more rules, until Joseph was gone, of course.

And, sadly, Not even you crying would stop them from making you into a vampire infront of your big brother, breaking both of your hearts.

Don't worry you got ice cream later smh.

Ceasars sibling? Mini pancake? Haha, They'd kidnap you as soon as they felt parent like tendencies. No denying them, infact, they'd make sure you saw ceasar get defeated by the ro ck. But don't worry! You have new parents and a brother-! Haha, Poor you.

Part 3 DIO AKA mudad!

Honest to god you'd probably have to be a stand user with a weak or strong stand, or, you were one of his kids he had with a lucky woman who survived and got a naked polaroid of him as a 'wow you lived! Congrats, now go have my kid lmao' gift. Or, Maybe you were a normal kid who was kind to him, even if he,,,,  did some questionable murder infront of you. And maybe you were a young

Now, Let's say you were a strong stand user. He'd end up wanting to use a flesh bud until he realized... He never had a kid, that he knows of, and decided to raise you! At first he'd be upset you had a strong stand like your mudad, but realized you could protect yourself from those dreadful joestars! Congrats, You became a Brando! :) How unlucky, Considering this DIO would probably force vampire masks onto you, or even using fleshbuds as a threat. Either way, You'll always be papas baby!

Yoshikage kira.

Like I said in my first post of this, He'd want to have a nice average life. You having a stand wouldn't be a problem, Since he'd probably convince you Josuke and the others are awful and rude.

Josukes sibling? Well, He'd end up telling you he can help your brother with his murder issue if you come with him. You don't exactly have a choice since Killer queen would easily overpower you if you had disagreed. You'd end up being a normal and peaceful child before long, Infact, He'd have to pretend he had adopted you behind his 'wifes' back.

Hayotos friend he never talks about? Congrats, You are now stuck with a crazy and loving father! And a mother, I suppose. And you get your best friend as a brother! You'd never be able to leave, how sad. But, You'd have your new mom and your dad to talk to-! And killer queen cuddle time.

Now, Let's say you were his own kid. Wowzers! You think its normal for your father to bring women hands home, after all, You are pretty young and your father told you most adults do this. Ah. How enjoyable.

Doppio/Diavolo

Oh dear. You poor child.

Either you were related to trish, and he somehow felt like you wouldn't be a problem before they felt more of a father love towards you, Most likely somehow getting rif of the traitors and your big sister.

"Where's big sister?"

"Don't worry about her, She's spending time with your mother."

Smh quit LIEING you jERK!

But seriously, Doppio would be like the fun mom asking you if you'd like bake cupcakes in his spare time! Read you bed time stories and whatnot! Diavolo would be awkward and "wanna play baseball or whatever kids like to do these days?" Awkward dad alert.

"My kid is fine!"

The kid they kidnapped/raised:

Casually trying to beat another kid with a baseball.❤💚💛

Honestly they'd insult everyone elses kids while here their kid is, casually scared of baseball.

Pucci

Papa priest! We all know he'd adopt you! I head canon him as gay, considering DIO and him were totally a thing.

So, He'd probably have you study Lord DIO bibles, and casually have you hate Jolyne. Probably even give you a stand, And even show you that DIO is the best! Worship! Protect yourself and all that!

Jotaro would probably scare you,  so I can see you holding onto Pucci while Jotaro appears anytime, so pucci would infact love it when you snuggle onto him lime a cute kitten. Hell, you even Sneeze like a kitten!

Honestly You'd be kept under watch 24/7, but you'd think it was normal, after all, Your father would mever do something so awful like Those Joestars claim...right?

Diego

Oh wow- dino dad :)

Let's say you were a big fan of his, Then, Well,You wouldn't mind having him as a dad, Now would you? He is your idol, Right? Yeah. Yeah!

He'd probably carry you around upside down, Hot pants just questioning his sanity as he drops you a million times. Hot pants would probably end up carrying you most of the time.

Mama hot pants and father Diego. Y es.

And, Let's say you were traveling with Johnny. Congrats. You've put yourself in a even worse situation considering Diego would become worried and paranoid over those two idiots hurting you! And he hates the idea of his baby boy/girl/child being hurt by barbarians!!!

Even though he'd probably hurt you on accident if I'm gonna be honest.

Kidnapping isn't a very easy job, so of course he had to knock you out! What was he supposed to do?! Ask you to come stay with him forever?! No! Maybe! HuawhuKaia-

Honestly not too many rules, just don't leave his side ever! Except when going to the bathroom. You'll be tied to his horse. No whining >:(.

Funny Valentine

Honestly what did you think he was going to do? Pick some random child? No no, He'd choose the PERFECT child! You were so lucky! Wow! The daughter of the mos powerful man ever! Lucky you, Right?

No. You don't get alone time unless it's you sleeping or bathing. You wear what he wants, and no.

Dating not allowed. Bad. No no no no no.

"No. No dating. Your lips will fall off."

"but mommys lips didn't-"

"Your face will melt off."

Basically you'd be bossed around and treated like royalty, as long as you listen to you dad!

Honestly I don't know if this is headcanons, if if it isn't feel free to scream at me in the comments-

AND I AM SO SORRY ABOUT NOT BEING ABLE TO ACTUALLY ANSWER, SO I HOPE YOU SEE THIS AND ARE ABLE TO ENJOY IT??? I GUESS???

[ssa-thotchnerr]

Don’t Let Me Drown

Anonymous asked:

maybe a Hotch angst with his daughter being kidnapped by unsub, and he decides to drown her because he knows that she’s afraid of water and can’t swim? Maybe no happy ending? Thank you so much!

word count: 2.2k words of pure ANGST

warnings: drowning, major character death, grief, angst to the max, sad!hotch, kinda shifty writing ngl

a/n: anon, you are EVIL! I love it though. Yeah, this is pretty sad cause Hotch is really sad 😭😭😭 anyway I feel like this is really shit so if yall could give some feedback, I would really appreciate it!

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"Shut up!"

You winced as you were harshly hit over the head by your kidnapper. He slammed the back door of the van shut, causing you to flinch back in fear. He'd just tied your arms back, not wanting to risk you trying to scratch his eye out once more, since you'd nearly succeeded the first time over. You didn't care that you were full on crying, the kind of crying that shook your entire body painfully.

The kind of crying that suggested fear.

You didn't even remember what happened, one minute you were walking home from school, the next you were in some strangers van with your arms lashed behind your back painfully tight. He wasn't too bothered about you knowing his name of what he looked like, you knew what that meant. You knew why he didn't care about you knowing who he was, what he was going to do to anyone else he could get his hands on.

You knew he was gonna kill you.

The sheer thought made you whimper. You didn't want to die, not like this. Not in fear, not without saying goodbye to your dad, your little brother, your friends. You didn't want to be murdered, not be a case that JJ would be given one morning and be pinned up on a wall. Taking in a deep breath, you attempted to steady out your breathing, there was no way you were going down without at least trying to negotiate your way out of here.

"Please, let-let me go, I won't tell anyone, I-I promise," You said, looking up at the man as he slid the door of the van open. "You-you don't wanna do this." You tried your hardest not to stutter, but your nerves were at an all time high, you couldn't help it. He laughed as he reached forward and snatched you towards him, causing you to scream. "Let me go! Please!" You cried as he picked you up.

"Shut up, brat!" He snarled, throwing you onto the ground. Looking around, you realised you were at the lake near Quantico, meaning that if your dad and his team were working on this case already, you at least had a chance.

Right?

Pulling out your phone that he'd taken from your pocket, he grinned as he took a picture of you. You shook your head and let out an angry huff, your chest heaving with each and every breath you took. The Unsub smiled at you maliciously as he put your phone up to his ear.

"Poor baby, just wanting her daddy to come and save her, huh?" You sniffled as you looked up at him, an angry look on your face as your eyebrows were furrowed. "Well, how about I left you speak to your dad one more time, a final goodbye?" You felt your stomach drop.

Final goodbye?

You started to tug desperately at the rope lashing your arms to your side, fear overtaking your rational side as you realised where you were. You were by a river, you couldn't swim, and this guy appeared to know and have something against your dad.

"Hello, is this SSA Hotchner?"

—

Hotch let out a frustrated sigh as your phone went to voicemail once more. He'd tried calling you about 7 times, and every time he tried, it rang out to voicemail. Hotch knew that your phone was always on, after all, you were a modern day teenager, didn't all of them have their phones on all the time?

"Still nothing?" Derek asked. Hotch shook his head as he looked up at his colleague, trying to hide the complete and under distress he was feeling at the moment. But Derek had been working with Hotch for years, and he knew his usually stoic boss better than Hotch thought he did. "Hey, it's alright. We'll get her home, Y/N's a smart kid." Derek assured him.

"I know she's a smart kid, but she's still a child, she'll be scared," Hotch said. As much as he didn't want to think about it, he knew there was a possibility you were already dead. He hated that he thought of that, that you died scared, possibly painfully. Hotch had never answered his phone quicker than when your name flashed up on the screen. "Y/N-" Hotch was prepared to ground you until you graduated high school just for worrying him so much.

"Hello, is this SSA Hotchner?"

That wasn't you.

"Where's Y/N?" Hotch asked, trying to keep his voice steady. Derek looked out to the bullpen, seeing that the whole team, Minus Rossi and Emily, was there, he signalled to Hotch, who nodded as Derek left him.

"You'll be able to find Y/N at Lake Ridge," He answered.

"Help me! Dad!" You were crying. Hotch couldn't help but to do the same thing, he stood up, he didn't want to feel like it was a hopeless situation anymore. The line went silent for a minute, making Hotch freeze on the spot.

There was a scream.

The line went dead.

-

It was cold.

So, so cold.

But you found that after a while, it wasn't cold anymore. It almost felt comforting, that if you went just that little bit deeper, you would be able to get warmer, and warmer, and warmer. And it became just that, so comforting in fact, you found that you were drifting away from consciousness.

This was it.

And that was it.

Hotch practically dove out of the car as Derek pulled up, running out and getting right into the lake. He knew you couldn't swim. Everything he did, went against everything he was told to do. Don't rush into things, make sure the coast is clear, all of that was not to be ignored, but given the circumstances, Hotch wasn't much caring about what the law said. Yes, he was an FBI agent, but he was your father first.

Dear God, he hoped he still was your father.

The team watched from the shore as Hotch disappeared under the water, all of their hearts practically beating out of their chests. You were the first BAU Baby, the female embodiment of your father, something that Hotch would endlessly brag to Haley about when she’d visit the BAU with you. You’d always listen to Reid list of facts that there was no way a child your age could understand, Penelope would always be aware of your presence before hand and have a plushie ready for you so she could keep her coined title of being your favourite. They'd watched you grow up to the 16 year old they knew and loved, and they were praying that the last time they saw you, wasn't the last that they saw you alive.

"I called an ambulance just as we left, it should be here soon," Spencer said, still keeping his eyes on where Hotch had disappeared. It was a tense atmosphere, and with every passing second, the outcome of the situation became more and more bleak. After what felt like hours, Hotch resurfaced with you, unconscious in his arms.

“Oh my God,” JJ whispered, looking around at the team to see their reactions. Everyone was simply in shock. Hotch waded through the water, placing you on the ground and kneeling beside you. The whole team rushed to your side, Reid at your neck to feel for a pulse.

His stomach dropped when he felt nothing.

“Damn it, Y/N, wake up,” Hotch said, starting compressions on your chest. JJ was holding your hand, Derek was waiting on the ambulance. They’d completely forgotten about the UnSub, they were hoping that you could make it out of this alive to tell them about your captor. You had to make it out of this, you’d lost too much in the past years, surely you’d be allowed to not lose your life too? Your dad switched to mouth to mouth, but nothing appeared to be working. “Come on, honey, don’t leave me.” Hotch was desperate, his voice breaking as he spoke. Everyone was starting to feel sick, it was like watching Hotch grieve over Haley all over again, just 10x worse this time around.

You were still a child.

Throughout everything your dad tried, you remained completely unresponsive. Hotch knew that you were gone, but he didn’t want to think about it.

“Hotch,” He looked up at his colleagues, who were all looking at him with sympathy. None of them wanted to say anything, it would make everything real, make it hurt ten times worse. To Hotch, it felt like being dragged kicking and screaming into a nightmare, as he sat there, his oldest daughters body in his arms. Up until now, he had praying that he wouldn’t be planning another funeral, no, not for you. He didn’t want to be thinking about what he would be saying to everyone coming to the aforementioned funeral, about how he would have to use the past tense while speaking about you.

Hotch finally broke down.

JJ, Spencer and Derek left Hotch for a bit, this wasn’t exactly their time to be grieving. They hadn’t just lost their child, killed by their worst fear. To make things worse?

The ambulances arrived.

-

No one could say that they were particularly surprised when the unit chief stepped back for a bit. They all understood, how could they not? They didn’t even want to think about how Hotch was feeling, how he was dealing with the silence that now on,y came with a one child household. Everyone had went to your funeral, it was the first time anyone had seen Hotch since that day. Everyone had taken turns at going to check on him, and right now it was Emily and Derek’s turn.

“Hey,” Emily said, smiling sympathetically at Hotch as the front door opened. Hotch smiled back, both Emily and Derek knew that it was a fake smile, but the gesture was appreciated. “How are things?” She asked him.

“Alright, I guess,” Hotch answered vaguely. “Me and Jack cleared out some stuff from her room, he took her record player and all of her vinyls, he’d been begging for them for years,” He said, a real, genuine smile coming to his face.

“That’s good, man,” Derek said. “Is there anything you wanna talk about?” Derek asked. Hotch shook his head. It still hurt to talk about you, it was still too deep of a wound to mention. The thought he found himself mulling over often was what did he say if people asked him about his kids? He would surely have to mention you, right?

The only thing he could conjure up was; “I lost my daughter, but I have a son.”

He lost his daughter.

It hurt.

It really fucking hurt.

-

Later that night, Hotch had left Jack alone downstairs for a few hours while he finished some stuff in your room. Once coming downstairs, he paused as he saw you on the screen of the TV. He recognised the video, it was your 5th birthday party, Jack being only a baby at the time. Jack was still young, but old enough the know what had had happened to his older sister.

“Hey, what’s this?” Hotch asked. Jack paused it and looked up at his dad, wiping the tears away from his eyes. Hotch had noticed that Jack hadn’t cried yet, and he knew that different people grieved differently. He knew from experience.

“I found it, it had her name on it and I just wanted to see her again,” Jack said, trying his hardest to keep back the sob that was aching to escape. Hotch sensed this was coming, he knew his son.

“It’s alright to cry, Jack, she is-was your sister, you’re allowed to be upset,” Hotch said, the correction hurting more than the previous ones did. Jack shook his head, and the dam broke, he burst into tears. Hotch put his arm around Jack, pulling him close as he finally broke down. “I know it hurts.” He assured him.

“I just miss her,” Jack whispered, wiping his eyes.

“I know, I miss her too.”

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[Gender Neutral, Frisk's Parent Reader | Slow Burn]

Chapter Fifteen | Quiet Water

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Alternate Chapter Title: The Colour Red

Note: I'll begin to use more inclusive language in terms of how the reader is referred to from here on out, as suggested by the following comment:

So, with that being said: ren is the gender-neutral/non-binary term for mom/dad (short for parent).

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“Are you really going to let Frisk hang out with them?” Jerry asks, offering you a drink.

The smell of alcohol is beyond distinguishable when you take it; you can feel your eyes burn and your throat itch in response to its strength. “Weren’t you the one who said they hurt Frisk, in the first place?” he adds, grimacing. You set it aside. If he was trying to soften you up by making you tipsy, you weren’t falling for it. “How come they get to see Frisk more often than I do?”

You sit up straight and let your legs drape off the chair. “I’m still deciding what to do with that,” you reply, facing the beach. With the sun already close to hiding, you can tell it’s getting late. Three hours had gone by since you made it here, and yet he still chose to wait until the last minute to talk about this matter with you. “And I never stopped you from seeing Frisk. You did that to yourself. The only barrier I set was between you and me -- not them.”

Your shoulders tense at the feeling of his hands bringing you in for a hug from behind, his chin resting against your upper back. You brush him away and glare him down, jaw clenching. “Don’t touch me, Jerry,” you blurt out, chest heaving. “I’m already seeing someone else.” That last sentence is quick, unplanned, and more of a necessary impulse than anything else. Even if you weren’t in something official with the one in question yet, you didn’t want to play around.

“Who?”

“That’s none of your business.”

Jerry stands up, now his turn to be angry. “It is if he'll be the one who’ll be replacing me.” His hands clench, his back straightens, and his height towers over you. “You can’t just date any stranger you meet.” Not wanting to feel small, you stand up and lift your gaze, meeting straight with his eyes. “If the guy turns out to be bad, he..." He hesitates and changes his scowl for a frown. "He wouldn’t only be hurting you, but Frisk, too.”

“And you think I don’t know that?” You sneer and shudder when a gust of wind blows by. “I’ve been single ever since we broke up, Jerry. It’s only now that I’m finally starting to do this again!” When another breeze hits, you take a towel and wrap it around your body, protecting yourself from the cold. Ready to leave, you lift your chin and turn around, only to be held back by him once more. “What? It’s getting late, and Frisk’s already sleeping.”

“Hear me out for a second, please," he says. Your back’s still to him, leaving his expression unknown. His voice is what reveals his emotions, a hint of concern reaching his tone. “I just want what’s best for Frisk and… And you.”

“You had time to worry about that way before this. It's too late for that now.” Again, you brush his hand away and take a small step forward. “You can see Frisk anytime you want, so long as they want to. But I don’t want to talk with you anymore, Jerry. You had your chance -- Not now, when you've just found out I’m dating someone else.”

“You're being selfish.”

The next time you feel him touch you, it’s around your waist. He tries to hug you a second time, but you reject him by pushing him off you. “I said,” you snap, turning around, “don’t touch me. You were the one who said we could be parents, so don’t you dare try this with me again.”

With him now four feet apart from you, your gazes are more leveled out. Still, he tries to make up for it by closing off distance, attempting to corner you. “And yet you still agreed to it,” he remarks. “You're just as guilty as I am, (Y/N)."

You want to stay and argue, but your mind fights against it. Id and ego have a conflict as you try not to let things explode, already done with Jerry for today. The sand sinks and slows you down when you aim to make an exit, opening a path for him to stop you again. He holds your wrists and keeps you in place. There are tears welling up in his eyes and a sense of longing present in his touch. "I meant it when I said I missed you," he adds, holding you tighter. "I was... I was scared back then, thinking I wouldn't be a good father for our kid, so… So I left. But now I'm responsible enough, (Y/N), and I can prove it to you." His face gets closer, sufficient for you to smell the booze in his breath. "Don't you miss me? Just please give me one more chance, and you'll see what I mean."

Just as you're trying to break free from his hold, you hear someone open a door and touch the sandy floor. A voice intervenes, coming from the car parked nearby. You can recognize it already, but you try to focus on Jerry and his drunken state more. The voice is softer at first, growing louder when they say, "Leave ren alone."

That confirms who they are.

Frisk closes the door, walks to your side, and looks up to meet with Jerry's face. Their next words are signed, revealing their anxiety, "You might still be my dad, but you're not married to them anymore."

Your wrists burn when he lets go. You look down at them, seeing bright red contrast with the (tone) of your skin. Then, you move your attention to Jerry and see frustration still present in his eyes. His hands twitch before he balls them again and lets them fall.

"That's no way to talk to me, Frisk," he says, replacing his sorrow with anger. "Aren't you gonna say anything about it, (Y/N)?" he adds, words now directed at you.

"I told you to leave ren alone," Frisk persists, mimicking his anger.

Jerry looks at you, then at Frisk, and later at your drink, its ice now long melted. He picks it up and chugs it down in three large gulps, crushing the cup when finished. "I'm leaving."

True to his word, he storms off, sand scarcely obstructing his steps as he opens the door and climbs into the driver's seat.

You rush off to him, saying, "You're too drunk to drive. Let me do it."

He shakes his head, and a chuckle leaves his mouth as he tosses the cup aside and turns the key around. "Go take a bus if you don't wanna hitch a ride with me," he replies, snickering. "I'm out."

"It's dangerous." You hold him back by grabbing his arm, this one left to hang over the open window. "Give me the keys."

He grins and closes off distance between you. "Only if you give me a kiss, babe."

"Jerry, please. You're being ridicu-

Again, Frisk proves to be not only monsterkind's saviour, but also your own as they speak up again, another voice accompanying theirs. "Step away from the car and let them drive, sir." You look to the voice to see the local lifeguard standing next to Frisk. She has her arms crossed tight and firm lips, showing her authority.

Arm muscles define themselves as she stands up straighter and narrows her gaze at Jerry. A thin layer of patience reveals itself by the way she taps her foot and frowns. Her neon red swimsuit contrasts with her tanned skin and black hair alike, making her an unavoidable sight for those looking for trouble.

"Don't wanna."

"Do it for your child." Her frown deepens, furrowed eyebrows completing her look. "Or else I'll be forced to hand you over to our guards until you sober up."

"Take me, then." He steps out of the vehicle and holds his arms out; a sloppy smile shows up as he waits for her to approach him and do as told. "If I'm not driving my car, then nobody else will."

"Jerry, please, stop thi-"

Too late for you to try to calm him down, the lifeguard walks to his side and looks him right in the eyes. "Suit yourself." She signals for him to follow her, waiting until he turns the vehicle off, takes the keys away, and complies. "You'll have your car ready by tomorrow morning. But for now, you get a free, one-night stay with our security guards." She then moves to you, barely changing her expression until she speaks up again. "There's a bus stop left to the exit." A hint of a smile shows on her face, hardly noticeable. Had you blinked, it wouldn't have shown. "The next one should be here in ten minutes."

You nod, too shocked for words. Out of the two years you spent being friends with Jerry, a few months of dating, and a few more of marriage, this was one of the few occasions where you'd seen him react this way. "Thank you." You take Frisk's hand and walk with them out of the beach, steps slow as you consider what's happened. You want to recall times when he'd acted similar to today, yet your mind runs short, only pleasant memories and the day he left you showing up. Anything else is blanked out, bringing out your frustration through a huff.

"Are you okay?"

On the verge of letting unwanted emotions show, you bite on your lower lip and face down at Frisk, managing a smile. "I'm okay."

They stay quiet and let go of your hand to sign their next words. "Is it still okay for me to hang out with Jerry?"

You hum in agreement, maintaining your smile. "Of course it is." Your hands shake and you try wringing them to control it. Frisk notices, a hint of red still visible on your skin. "...Just as long as he's sober and treating you well. Don't worry about me, honey."

They frown and keep their eyes on your wrists. You struggle to hide that from them, though they persist by saying, "I… I don't wanna hang out with him anymore. He hurt you."

Anger spikes, making you blurt out the first thing on your mind, "The monsters hurt you, too. And yet I'm still giving them a second chance."

Frisk furrows their gaze and looks up at you. "It's different with them. They stopped when I told them to, and they knew what they did wrong in no time at all." Their nose scrunches up and their frown turns to a scowl, displaying their anger by the double. "Jerry barely even listened to you the first few times. And... And even now he's still not listening!" They hiccup, body trembling as tears gather in their eyes. "T- Toriel gave me a place to stay after I ran away, Papyrus was nice to me all along, an- and Alphys tried to help me... even if she wasn't too good at it."

"And what about Undyne? She attacked you right from the start, didn't she?" you comment, hands on your hips. "And Sans? Didn't he threaten you once, even though you'd done no harm?" You're outright livid now, self-hatred manifesting itself when you realize how naïve you'd been.

You'd carelessly kissed the very same man who'd threatened your child.

What was different between him and your once husband?

They'd both submitted your child into danger, be it directly or not.

Why were you bothering yourself with the monsters, then?

Worse yet, why were you thinking about dating one of them?

And what was the point in all of-

"Heya."

You're interrupted by the sound of the same man's voice. Not Jerry's, but Sans's. You blink through your fury and look to his side, seeing Frisk has already run off to the back seat of the car. They're smiling again despite the tears in their eyes, and they respond with a nod when the monster asks them if they're alright. "Ren's not," they sign, attempting to be discreet, yet failing.

Reluctantly, you make it to the front passenger seat and thank the skeleton when he opens up the door for you, magic granting him the ability to do it without much movement needed on his part. "Did Frisk call you?" Your eyes refuse to stare at him, focusing instead on the bus already approaching from a few more blocks away.

"Yeah," he replies, changing the gear stick from park to drive. "Don't mean to pry, but…" He's silent for some time, car staying still. "Wanna talk about it over lunch tomorrow?"

When you try to look at him, your gaze can only focus on his face, a grim reminder of what you'd done not too long ago. If you wanted to be a responsible parent, you needed to get a hold of yourself. "...Sure." You relax your posture while he begins the drive. At a red light, you continue with, "Thank you."

Now able to face you, Sans grins and later winks, hands kept on the wheel. "Anythin' for you, (Y/N)."

You squirm at the sound of him saying your name, battling away any feelings for him.

Whether Frisk's or your own words were true, you still had to be strong, both for their sake and yours.

End of Arc 1 | Ruins

Start of Arc 2 | Enemy Approaching

“It is necessary that the weakness of the powerless is transformed into a force capable of announcing justice. For this to happen, a total denouncement of fatalism is necessary. We are transformative beings and not beings for accommodation.”

– Paulo Freire, Pedagogia do Oprimido

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Jesucristo, this is only the 1st arc, and yet we're already at 200+ pages!

I hardly have enough motivation to read a book with more than 500 pages or watch a series with more than 5 seasons or 30 episodes, so I commend anyone who sticks with this story until the very end. Ironic how I can write a Bible's worth of fanfiction, but not read or watch the same amount in books and series, ain't it? My attention span is miniscule for anything besides my holy trinity: college, tutoring, and writing, so let's blame it on that, shall we?

Anyway, here's an overview of all the arcs for those who haven't seen it on the updated description:

Arc 1 | Ruins

Chapters 1 to 15 (Complete!!) | Exposition (The fact that 200+ pages were exposition, lmao.)

Arc 2 | Enemy Approaching

Chapters 16 to 25 (Already written -- Only need to edit according to the changes made for this rewrite!) | Rising Action

Arc 3 | Pathetic House

Chapters 26 to 30 | Climax

Arc 4 | Spear of Justice

Chapters 31 to 40 | Falling Action

Arc 5 | Here We Are

Chapters 41 to 50 | Resolution, Part 1

Arc 5.5/Final Arc | Good Night

Chapters 51 to 55 | Resolution, Part 2

Goal: NOT EXCEED 1,000 PAGES. DEAR LORD.

Actual Goal: Write up a sweet, feel-good story for as much people as possible to enjoy, plus a late n' trashy love letter to Undertale.

As always, take care and stay safe, y'all. <3

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Too drunk to fuck (pt 4)

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Inevitably, after random small talks with the boys, your phone rang and when you finally picked it up, you had five missed calls from your parents, and you had to get back home. You said goodbye to the tipsy boys, and promised to hang out with them again soon. Mark gave you his gloves, because suddenly the night became cold, and you both rode back to your place, he'd look back at you every red light, since the wind was making you tremble in cold, he'd laugh nervously every time you put your hands on his pockets to keep them warm.

Upon arriving, you knew your dad was probably waiting in the living room for you, so you didn't let him get close to the front door, and just as you were kissing him goodbye, both your parents opened the door to you holding hands.

“Are you children coming in?” your mom asked, not a hint of her being angry at all, but judging by the time you arrived, you knew she was beyond displeased.

Mark was about to decline, but your dad gave him the look.

“Son, come on in, it's late and you don't want to drive that thing without chatting with us, do you?” That thing, of course, reminded him of his old Harley. Your mom had a thing for bikers, and apparently you did too. Probably, a little bit intimidated by your father, Mark agreed to having a cup of coffee with you inside.

At first it was embarrassing and uncomfortable, because you knew what your parents wanted to hear about your relationship with Mark, but unfortunately there was nothing between you two, and what was actually going on would piss them off, after telling them that those hours that you spent making out, you were in the taking a special Science course. But things got smooth quickly, after your dad learned all the things he had in common with Mark, and after skipping the fact that you were tipsy all the time you were talking, obviously none of you told them you were drinking and smoking an hour away from home.

“I hate to be that kind of dad, Mark, but I have to know, since I don't want my daughter coming at 1 a.m every night, what kind of relationship do you children have?”

You noticed Mark's jaw tightened, his hands also tensed, and he held his breath for a second that felt like hours.

“He's just a good friend, dad, Jaemin couldn't bring me home earlier since he was helping a friend with his car, it ran out of gas, and since it was getting cold, he offered me a lift” You intervened, knowing that you didn't want to hear whatever Mark was planning to reply. You knew you were a good liar, but this one came out so smoothly and naturally that for a moment, Mark himself believed it.

“I see... Is Jaemin the moron that picked you up and didn't bother to say hi?” you nodded “is that your boyfriend?” you shook your head no “that's great, he's banned, I don't want you driving around in that car with him” Mark let out a giggle “then you children should go to sleep”

You stood up, ready to say goodbye but your mom finally talked again after staring at you suspiciously.

“What are you doing? It's late. Mark, bring your bike inside the garage and you can sleep in the couch”

Your parents were always very nice with your friends, but you didn't want that with Mark, you didn't want them to think about him that way, because you knew that it was only about time before he left you.

“I really shouldn't, I don't want to abuse your hospitality”

“Come on, love, it's late, you can stay with Y/N in the living, it could be dangerous outside”

It didn't take long for him to say yes, so you had to stay with him in the couch. You decided you were both sleeping in the floor, so you built a fort and laid next to each other.

“You know, Y/N I never thought you were so much of a liar”

“Huh?”

“Jaemin? Helping someone with their car?”

“Oh, right. Don't be loud, I don't really want them to know it was a lie”

“I mean yeah, but I am impressed... Have you ever lied to me?”

In the dark, you could barely distinguish him from his shadow, he was playing with his hands and breathing slowly, you couldn't see his face but you knew that he was smiling.

“We never speak, how could I ever lie to you, hum?”

Silence. You thought maybe he fell asleep, after all, it was really late.

“Right”

It was your turn to stay quiet. You didn't intend to make him feel bad, in case that was what happened, and this was your chance to get closer to him. I mean, you were sleeping together, how much closer could you get anyway.

“I am indeed a good liar” you started and heard him turn around, so you proceeded “I am also very sensitive, I cry often for the dumbest reasons. I like to be alone, but I crave human interaction sometimes. I don't like the smell of cigarettes, but I've been smoking for a while and of course my parents don't know, don't even ask. I also like to cook, I'm pretty good, I would say”

“Is any of that a lie?”

“Yes. Guess which one.”

He took his time, humming for some minutes

“You don't like to be alone. If you did, you would've never accepted to meet me after class”

“That's wrong. All of those are lies, but I am in fact a good cook”

He laughed and placed his hand on your hip bone

“Let me tell you something, I used to think you were incredibly gorgeous, but upon meeting you, I know now that you are also smart, and funny and I just want to how is it possible that you are so charming”

It was a blessing that it was so dark, because you didn't want him seeing you blushing the way you did.

“What is that supposed to mean anyway?”

You heard sounds coming up from your parents room, and you realized that of course they were trying to listen

“It means we should sleep, it's very late” he turned around again, his back facing you, and you immediately missed his hands on you.

“Goodnight, Mark”

He said nothing, and after some minutes you felt asleep, he noticed you did when your breath became deeper. He turned to face you. In the dark he couldn't really see your face, but he imagined your closed eyes and your nose slightly pink from the heat your body was creating. He imagined caressing your cheek, cupping your face with his hands, playing with your hair and making you laugh when he was kissing all over your face, but he didn't, he didn't even move a finger, he stayed away, and told himself it was better that way.

In the morning, you forgot where you were, and panicked when you saw Mark's face slightly covered by a blanket. He looked adorable, and you resisted the urge to hug him.

You were thankful you woke up early and immediately went to wash your face and brush your teeth, you went to the kitchen and made pancakes.

You were loud enough to wake him up, so he went looking for you and couldn't help but smile when he saw you.

“How are you up so early?” he scared you but you didn't jump when you heard his voice

“I was hungry”

You ate your breakfast and he told you he should leave already, but you didn't want him to.

“I'll see you tomorrow after class, I swear”

He took his jacket, and went to the garage. You saw him riding away, and you wondered if you made any progress with him.

Sunday, 8:36 a.m, Na Jaemin: “Are you coming with us today?”

Sunday, 8:37 a.m: “where?”

“actually, don't tell me, I don't I'd be able to go”

Sunday, 8:37 a.m, Na Jaemin: “Well we're not taking Mark, but Jeno and I are going somewhere, I thought maybe you'd like to join us”

“«somewhere» means his place, I'm helping him organize his room, he's messy.”

“No drinks or drugs I swear”

“Well unless you want to”

Sunday, 8:39 a.m: “mmmmm k, pick me up in like three hours pls”

Sunday, 8:39 a.m, Na Jaemin: “Will do. See you xox😘”

Sunday 8:40 a.m : “🤢🤢”

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A.N: Okay I love this song so much, maybe you can't tell but that's somehow the way Mark feels about Y/N. Talking that, have you been listening to the songs I add? I got a message saying they were and they liked them, that's why I keep attaching them lmao, I hope you don't mind it.

I wanted to thank you again for your feedback and for taking the time to message me or reply or ask, and to like and reblog this, too.

I'm thinking about a new project, involving a horror story and any other nct member, I'm thinking Hyuck or Chenle because I adore them but if you had any suggestions / requests, I'd be happy to read them.

Anyway, I wanted to upload this earlier but of course I didn't, I'm sorry about, I'll work on a schedule for you to know when I'll update if that's easier uwu